Ceredo advance. [volume] (Ceredo, W. Va.) 1885-1939, 1886-10-21


been midsummer eve he could recol.
iect without the burning of the watch.
hres. No, indeed; and. il his children
had shown themselves very advanced
In the common sense of the age and
neglectful of the old customs. he. good
man, would have gust been one degree
uncomfortably surprised
They had all had merry supper
ManN folk are primitive, and supper is
not yet wholly cast into oblivion-and
then all went out Two of the girls
threw light shawls over their heads.
Nessie stuck on gray felt hat OF her
fathers, and they went gayly round
the house and through the tmkemp,
luxurious flower garden; then through
the Kitchen garden. where monstrous
cabbages sheetcd the beds with their
crumpled outer leaves; where the
strawberries blinked ROSY from amid a
tanSle OF long suckers; where alleys
were made by trained apple trees,
whose green young fruit promised JOYS
To lads and maids in the days To come.
All. suddenly young Philipson ex-
claimed.
1.-The Corrin's fire at Ballasegganr
and MIR. Qualtrongh turned round.
There bad come golden, springing,
flashing light ON his glass houses.
''Horridn' Nessie exclaimed angrily
'and ours are not alight yet. Jim is
horridl | especially gave him orders
TO light up early, because Mona Corrin
declared they'd have the finest show.
I'll he speaking to him tomorrow
morning
DO, dear, do" Willie. her cousin.
said
III will And she ran on. In n
moment she was seen flying up to the
wooden ladder which led up TO what
they called their lookout" square
miniature tower which gave good view
over miles and miles of farm lands, of
distant mountains, of western sea. and
"a sight of all for strangers-of one
bit of savage, torm-battered Calf of
Man, Grand she cried jovously.
''Grand, We're alight now. Eth, III
not heed Mona having the start; wen
be far the finest
pale golden fire began to- simmer
on near by hill: it spread and spread
until verify the whole of the hillside
was tricksy, flashing dance OF fire.
Our gorsc is not therep' Doyle
wondered ff
"Eh9 No. This is my private bust
ness. Jim and | did this i'm the morn
ing.
$50! That is how Jim does his weed
ingP' her father began.
Yes. That ii be his manner OF weed
ing on midsummer eve! He couldn't
do less than obey his mistressr'
No, Mr.. Philipson." she went on.
The bits of fuel we got this evening
are on the other side, Look | saw
Jim across only two minutes ago; he'll
be lighting it up now"
She was right A hillocky lift of the
land was spangled all at once with
patches of fame, ruddy flame, golden
flame, flame that sputted and fizzed as
1t mastered the juices of the green
bracken.
I'VE have an extra grand show to-
night. girls, Mr.. Qualtrough began.
who shall say our old customs are
dying out? But / expect il is as much
in your honor rs i'm that OF the fairies
and witches, he nodded to the Young
men.
They, seated like the girls on the
battlements of the miniature tower.
were gazing here and there, as one
quarter aud then another was made
alight. Beacons, like stars. blazed out
far away. Evidently the whole neigh
borhood was of one mind
1--WE will not accept that idea to-
night, sir" Doyle answered mo.
no; let us not tempt the powers. But
can we not 90 among il all? Two
minutes will take us where jim is.
30. if you like
So they left the gardens and tramped
over Held in the hillock ridge. There
was good deal of talking and laugh
ing, as might be supposed, but among
II all Meta was again silent She was
wearing her one marsh marigold stuck
under her chin. rs n girl might wear a
brooch. She was very careful of it,.
Keeping her light wrap well away from
1t. What danger of cold could there
be on such a swcetly warm summer
night. She fingered behind. But
among such a gay string of merry
folks who would notice one stragglerp
Nessic was by Jim and talking hard
and fast No one paid any heed to
her. but we must, for the subject of her
talking affects our story.
There were nine lots. Jim
"Eh, missee, I'll know that: and nine
have ] set the light teu.n refining his
word real ManN fashion.
Then where are they? SiN-seven
eight. " she counted.
Its beyond me. missee: but nine'll
be the number kindlod Sure. by
token, Id only ten matches in me box
here, an one left for the pipe. Pfahr'
He blew on to the pipes bowl. cts
nigh out she'll be. missee. with me
talking an talking"
Here he took Il good Whit to ward