Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1898-05-26

s10omy'O NRe YroA A1aslano, 10 re-
pnind the 6essu1nsport people that they
were all poos miserable sinners and
chat these Was NO health in them.
II should say that something unusu-
q was happening in town this morn
Ing" said the professor, turning his
eyes from tho street toward Mamie with
cot Hitting his head.
"Why, papo'"
"Quite conoouSse Of people has pass
"a by the house, all going In direction
OF the church"
"Conooursel The large words that
my Hebrew scholar will use for small
thingsI' Mamie lifted the needle arm
u her machine and salenoed its noiay
whis. There we're dasA rings around
the dear old eyes she was locking into
and pathetic ah Of lansuor about the
folded handA
"You 40 tired, father"
* trtAs. I am afraid am rather an
unsefviceable member Of society, daugh-
ter. ] seem never to have recovered
from that attack Of camp fever"
Mamie was sitting ON the arm Of his
chair In another second. caressingly
smoothing the thin white hair away
from his forehead.
"Therel il shan't work another min
ute today. Il Is the heat, dear ons and
this stuffy little room together. But
how about that great couoourse Of pass
ing peopleT
"Perhaps ooncourse was too e1trava-
giant q word, but q good many people
have gone by. The Strongs-that is,
Mrs Strong and Mrs Martin. IN that
smart new barouche Judge Martin gave
his mother. And the Ohamblisses. all
Of them, and"-
II know-I know. It is at the
church. Lisa's boy is 10 be christened
there today. And afterward they are to
have q grand dinner at Sans Souci, .
family reunion"
"And Mrs. Randall Chambliss never
thought Of inviting your"
"Oh, yes-oh, yes indeed, father.
Liza never forgets me. But I could not
go, you know"
"Why notf''
"They are all to be there-all Of the
Martins, father. could not be there. -
She got up and went back to her ma
chine and set it in motion once more
with violent jerk. The professor turn
ed his head away from her. 1t was
pleasanter looking out on the passersby
than in on the lye hopper and the chick
en- coops.
"Then the governor will not be like
" to remember that this is chess day"
Presently he said plaintively, II am
afraid my affection makes me very de-
pendent upon others.
Cant you teach me to play chess,
father, so that you shan't be dependent
upon outsiders for your entertainment
think am not too stupid to learn"
Her voice was pitched in q querulous
tone, an unusual thing for her under
the most exasperating circumstances.
"Strong is scarcely what one would
call an outsider" said the professor In
mild rebuke 1--WE were drawn very
closely to one another In the three years
we fought side by side, and many
long, hot march we have tramped TO-
gether, sharing one canteen between us.
The old man was all in all to me when
was shot in the leg, my daughter,
and later, when had camp fever, and
II there is any human being above an
other to whom you and I do owe q deep
debt of gratitude 1t is to that grand old
man at Sans Souci."
eyes, father If ever can pay it I
will. And he hasn't forgotten that it Is
chess day, after all. See!'
From where she sat she could only
see that q vehicle had stopped In front
of the house. The two Grape myrtles
that guarded the gate OH either side hid
the upper part of the vehicle and Its
occupants from view. The professor
lifted his head briskly.
HE is not alone, Mary, my dear.
Judge Martin is helping him from the
buggy. He is coming in. No, he has
got back into the buggy. Strong Is
coming In by himself. He is walking
unusually fast. Something out Of the
ordinary must be the matter. Meet him
at the door, at least, my daughter"
Mamie moved forward reluctantly.
Why should she go joyously to meet
this old man who had just helped to
put an affront upon her? Was 1t not
almost as if he had rebuked her for her
obstinacy by driving to her very door
with Strong Martin by his slider But
her tagging feet carried her to the door
in ample time to open it for the govern
or. who walked slowly, leaning upon
his staff heavily as he came. He nodded
10 her when their eyes met
"Where is Ambrose7 All, therel His
hat, Mamie. Fling those shavings of
your vest, old comrade. Here, your
crutohes. Now, then, by order Of the
queen no one is to work today. Sans
Souci proclaims it holiday. You are
wanted at the house, Ambrose, and I'm
under bonds to see that you get there In
good time FOR your dinner. Martin L.
waiting ont there TO drive you out"
"Yes, butt
The prospect Of drive through the
sweet smelling woods and whole
afternoon spent on the broad, shady
veranda at Sans Souci In luxurious
idleness brought q delicate flush Of
pleasure to the old mans withered
cheeks. He turned his eyes wistfully on
Mamie. She stood rigidly unresponsive,
only by the nervous twisting Of her fin
gers in and out Of each other betraying
her knowledge of what was going on.
The professors delight vanished before
her sullen silence. Eyes, but-my
daughter. She"-
The governor brought his stick vio-
iently down upon the floor, so near Ma
niles feet that she started involuntari.