The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1898-12-27

10 give up your music and go TO work In
that horrid old place.
"'Tisn't that / don't think I'd be
mean enough to begrudge another fellow
his luck. But--oh how can / stand It'll
The noodle doesn't want TO go, and won't
go. I'd walk through fire for that chancel
That's why don't get It'll"
Draxy looked very sorry, but she could
think of nothing comforting TO say just
then, so she only crept little nearer TO
his side and cast her eyes around in quest
of cheer.
There, behind tho iron fence, was the
old cemetery with its mounds and tombs,
lying so still and cold in the winter sun
light.
Here and yonder, on the soldiers
graves, still waved somo drabbled rem
nant of the little flags placed there, long
months before, amid the flowers and the
tender grass of spring.
Draxy's eyes grew large and solemn as
she looked and 1t occurred to her, in
some dismal association of ideas, to say
darkly: "Oh. Davyl Did you know-they
say-some OF the tombs 20 under this
mall, and there are people buried down
below these nagstones we are walking
onp'
cheerful had failed TO gain the least re-
sponse from Davy, But something about
this gloomy question and her saucer eyes
and hollow tone brought quick smile
and fash of fun into his face.
Eyes. have heard it," he said, looking
down at the little face beside him with a
loving and amused expression.
But presently ho added in II bitter tone
'What thcnY IL is no worse to be lying
underneath tho stones than TO walk on
above them, all your hopes gone, ambi-
tion crushed out Of you"
His voice quivered and broke. Draxy
stole her little hand i'm his, and they kept
on again In doleful silence.
''Drax," said he presently in tone Of
mischief that she knew full well.
What" sho responded eagerly.
Here is the baroness, said Davy.
"Oh, my Rraciousi Oh, Davy, please
turn off and walk the rest OF tho way on
fremont street can't go by that awful
old woman No. ! can't"
Oh, that mysterious ola woman, crouch
ing there beside the malls on the big COM
mon, grinding her old, cracked, half mute
hurdy gurdyl
Who has forgotten herr In rain and
shine year In, year out, there she was al
ways, sullenly turning the organ crank,
scorning the charitable who dropped pen
nies, and with her eagle eye piercing each
face that passed, as II on the eternal watch
for some one.
Lean and gaunt and brown and wrin-
kled was sshe-impcrvious and indostruct-
fble-raincd upon, blown upon, shono up
OMIT was all one.
There she would be still when ncxt you
and yet forever mystery.
"Ugh-h -hw chartered Draxy, who al
ways fell into panic at the sight Of her
Il wonder who that awful old woman is
looking forf Whoever it is I pity him.
oh, Davy, Just imagine you wcre--the
ono And you've walked and walked all
round the world but at last you will walk
across this common, and - she'll catch
you
Davy threw back his head and laughed
"a genuine boys laugh-sweet 20 hear.
Draxy and the baroness were great fun
always, but the last notion struck him as
more droll than usual and quite bcguilcd
him from the trouble that lay at his heart.
till they reached Music Hall place and
turned into the court
Here was hallowed ground The very
paving stones were like old friends 20
DaSy, but at sifht VI them down sank bis