Evening journal., 1892-01-04

her back and walked straight TO her door
and into the kitchen. Her manner told
me that was expected to follow.
But / was not prepared for the face she
turned on ma in the shadow OF the Kitchen.
II was gray as wood ash and the black eyes
shrank into 1t like hot specks Of fire.
"Sho-she set you on 70 ask me thatf"
she asked, clutohing me By the coat and
Kissing out the sibilants. Come back
from the door-don't let her seq Then
she lifted UP her fat, with the mint tightly
clutched IN It, and shook It at the warm
patch OF Sheba buildings acEoas the valley.
May God burn her bones, as he has
smitten her body barrcnw
"What DO you know o. thsf" she cried,
turning upon me again.
81 know nothing. That have offered
yon some insult Is clear butt
May, ION don't known-you don't know.
No man would be such a hound. You
don't know; but, by the Lord, you shall
hear, here where you're standin. al shall
iedge betwlx' me an THAI pale oman up
yonder Stand there an Is 70 me"
'Ile vrs mY lover more'n five an thirty
years ag0ne. Who2 That 'oman's welded
man, Seth BolrcFson. He warn't mar
riedn-this wish short laugh. Wife OF
less than wife he found mo to his mind.
Sho-she that egRed ron come on an hout
NEWS pale haired girl q seventsen or
20, i those umes-a church goin, mincin
strip OK girl-tlla sort yon men folk how
the knee 10 for saints, You foolsl Her "a
Their owned Sheb0 farm, an she look'd
across on my man, an had envy on en-, IN
set her eyrs to draw en-. Oh, a saint she
wasl An ha the poor shammick, went,
s~fr4f Isn4
wished for to marry an reform en-. She
had money too lid ha' poured out my
blood for en- That's all ! cud do. 50 he
went
/. "As tie place shines this dry, it shone
then. Like a moth il drew en-. Late o.
summer evenin's IT'S windeys shone when
down below here twas chill L the hills
shadow An late at night the candles
burned up there as he courted her. Purity
and eaziness. you understand, an down
here he forgot about down here. Before
he'd missed 10 speak to me for a month
I'd hear en- whistlin up the hill 50 merry
as a grig, Well. he married her
They was married eight months an
tvs ~~ast time come round, an ! in his
WELD -tniu. For was suffered near to
That 81 ut. seein that the cottage here
OF they c'uldn't turn me. One o. the
hands, as they was pitchin, passes me an
empty key an says Run you TO the farm
place an get it filed SO with It / went to
TIL kitchen, an while / waited outside |
sees his coat an wesket pon peg i the
passage. Well, knew the coat; an a mad
ness takin me for all my loss, / unhitehed
it an flung IL behind the door, an, the key
bein filed, picked it up agen and ran down
home along.
'sNo thought had but to win Seth back.
Twas the charm you spoke about an that
same midnight delved a hole by the dresh-
old an berried the coat, whisperin Man
come back come back 70 met as Aun'
Lasnewth had a-taught me times afore.
But she, the pale oman, had a-seen
me, dro' a chink o. the parlor door, as |
TUX the coat down. An she knowed what
! TUX IL for. I've read it, times an again
Ia her wifes eyes, an today you yourself
are witness that she knowed. II Seth
knowedM---
She clinched and unclinched her fist
and went on rapidly.
Early mex mornin, an almost afore |
was dressed, two constables came ia by The
| gate an she behind nun, treadin delicate.
/ Isl, an be at her back, wi his chin dropped.
They charged noe VII stealth that coat
that coat I'd a-darned an patched more'r
vance,
What happenedg' asked las her voice
sank and halted.
what happeBedS She looked me il the
eyes scornfully, an her own were full d
knowledge An Wi her eyes she invited
me to alAase myself, an spake the truth an
win of Jail An / that had stole nowt
looked buck on her, an said: It's true.
stole the coat. Now cart me OFF to jail
but handle me gently, for the sake o. my
child unborn When Ispoke that, an saw
her face, went of wi a glad heartn
She caught my hand and, taking me Il
4 the porch, pointed high above Sheba, {,
the yellow upland where the harvester.
I moved
''De you see him therei The tall maj
+ by the hedge-there where the slope dips
! That's my son, Seth's son, the straightes
man among all. Childless womani Child
less womanl Go back to her an carr
( word O the prayer I've spoken upon he
childlessness."
And "Childless womanra "Childles
womanw she called again, shaking he
fist at the windows Of Sheba farmhouse
that blazed back angrily as they eaugh
the western sun.--Arthur CUTLER Couch Il
London Speaker.