New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1895-04-14


fairly launched upon It,
Temple had risen She now turned toward the
door
Where you goin'?" quickly asked Mrs. Wilson.
"I'm going back to Miss Drowdys," was the
answer.
Mrs. Wilson hurried round in front Of her
guest.
You mad with me-" she asked.
Hardly knowing that she did so. she took
Temples hand. which cold through her
glove.
Temple looked at her In silence. She exerted
herself to bring her mind to answer the ques-
ton.
ooh, no." she said 81 ami am greatly sur
prsed 7 wonder if people are right when they
talk like that about me?
mo, No! OF course they amt right" was the
violent reply.
I'm going to ask Miss Drowdy." said Temple.
Mrs Wilson clutched at her companion again.
"No, no. don't ask herr" she exclaimed IF
you do she nevern git over my speakin' to you
She thinks such lot Of YOU
81 shall have to ask her" repeated Temple.
Mrs Wilson sat suddenly down In the nearest
chair.
you mustn't tell her I've SAID anything theh'
Temple paused an instant.
mo" she replied. Il won't tell her
She opened the door and walked out OF the
room But she returned immedat ely, standing
lust within the door, and looking at the woman
sitting there
81 want to say" began Temple. hesitatingly
that l can't believe you think I've been doing
ANYTHING wrong-that Is anything very wrong.
The pronouncng these words was penance
that Temple was resolved to perform.
Course | don't" was the eager reply. II tell
Inn you're lest kinder thoughtless, n don't mean
nothin'."
NO" said Temple. still intent upon the pen
ance. I'm not thoughtless; and meant to have
some kind of amusement or pleasure
Mrs Wilson's jaw fell as she looked at the
woman standing there.
"You meant TOP" she gasped, rather indefin-
itely.
Yes Now I'm going"
Temple hurried away. She scrambled up Into
the saddle and Mrs. Wilson saw her gallop down
the road.
Mr.. Wilson turned from closet where he was
trying to find paper Of late beans for planting
He glanced at his wife
What IN thunder you ben up to now" he
asked an where be them yeller-eyed beans
anyway"
Mrs Wilson answered the last question first
They're on the top shelf TO your left hand
marked Y. F..
"The devil. I've ben to that paper bag half
dozen times, n thought twas Young Eagle
tomatuses'
you amt very bright" was the response
Beans don't feel much like tomato seed Wall.
I've been and spoke to her jes' s said would"
Mr.. Wilson stepped down from the chair on
which he had been standing.
As he did so the paper bag he held In his hand
burst Open and the yellow eyes scattered on the
floor
you was more Of darn fool than common,
then" Re remarked. with husbandly frankness
Then his curiosity got the better, and he asked:
What dshe say"
"She said she hadn't done it thoughtlessly, but
on purpose"
Done what" with masculine obtuseness
"Do be as bright you can Mr. Wilson" re-
turned his wife Then her temper triumphed and
she snapped
Done nothin', you great gump. you
And she founced out OF the room.
Thereupon Mr. Wilson went clumsily down on
his knees to gather up the yellow-eyed beans.
Temple. riding swiftly along in the beautiful
solitude Of the country road seemed 70 herself not
10 be thinking Of anything definitely
It appeared to her, not that Mrs. Wilson's words
had effected anything. but that the time had come
for crisis.
As she turned into Amina's yard she heard.
through open window. Alrninas thin piercing
treble singing:
So noble Lord
None serves in vain:
For the pay OF my love
Is my loves sweet pain.
In the place Of caresses
Thou gvest me woes
When l feel their blows
Temple stopped her pony and leaned forward
TO his neck. listening for the rest Of the words.
She knew them well: 1t was she who had taught
the old Sequidilla to Miss Drowdy, whose i'm
aginative. pious mind had absorbed the lines and
their meaning Immediately.
The singer cleared her voice and then went on.
at a higher pitch than before
/ die with longing
Thy face to see
And sweet is the anguish
OF death 10 me.
For because Thou lowest me.
Lover OF mine,
Death Ca can = but but make me
The mingling Of what seemed like human pas
sion with sacred longing gave a strange power 70
these old verses. a power not dependent upon the
skill with which they might be sung.
As Almna ceased singing. she came forward to
the open door.
That you?" she asked bushing at having
been heard 1--WE been keepin' the lamb stew
hot for you
Sally stepped out Of the woodshed, walked up
to her mistress and took her from the pony.
Hes been a waitin' fur yo. honey" she said
In a whisper
Temple shrank as she asked: who Is wait
ing"
"Mr Boynton. OBJ co'sc. He say needn't tell
Miss Drowdy. He's unCar de pine"
Temple stood hesitating an instant.
The pine tree was on knoll at the back OF
the house She had sat there several times with
Boynton.
After a moment she walked there now.
Boynton rose from the bench at the tree trunk
Il forgot to ask you 10 set the hour for our
ride tn-mnrrnw" he said as she apnrNa CT ed