Santa Fe new Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1898-1951, 1898-04-02
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daughter had become a valued membe
OF that little colony of heroic womel
who filed the big house at Sans Souc
with an atmosphere Of cheerful effor
and brave endurance, without which it
desolate mistress would have been give
over to despair.
But father and lover still tarried-
tarried through the signless days whel
hope, finding nothing to feed upon
sickened and died; tarried through tn,
short gray days of a somber winter
when the ungathered crops Of Sans Sou
CT, missing the h~arvester's hand, whit
ened and fell earthward. as uncared fo
as the winters snow; tarried through
springs resurrection days, when tn,
birds sang Resurgens and built thei
nests in the apple trees that shed theil
blossoms over the tangled flower bed
in Gabriella's neglected garden; tarriet
through the long, hot summer hours
when the women applied themselves t,
inventive work and Seth grew NOR,
STOPPING with each days labor over tn,
growing vegetables that must be served
ON the madam g table. He had promised
to take good care of all these women,
and, with the patient watchfulness Of {
faithful dog, he vas doing it. Into the
inner temple of their anxieties and thai,
emotions he could not enter, even witt
the sandled feet of reverence, but that
neither by day nor by night physical
harm should come to them be had
sworn, and he, too, was keeping the
faith, carrying about with him the
smoldering fires Of his thwarted ambi.
tions, Gliding himself for the mean en-
w that would leap up fiercely in his
heart whenever he thought Of "the rest
Of the fellows"
Liza was ''solid comfort" to him in
those days. She would come out to him
where he was hoeing the cabbages or
watering the asparagus bed to 'ttalk
over things" their chief topic being
Adrien's affairs.
How queerly it had all turned out
Annabel Summers, the daughter Of a
Shingleton milliner. reigning almost su.
preme at Sans Soucil
Liza accounted for it sagaciously:
AFTER all, Seth, it was the general
condition Of affairs that made my task
80 easy. Do you suppose if l had walk
ed up to old Mrs. Strong during peace
times, with Adrien just off on one Of his
pleasure jaunts, and presented Annabel
and that boy with the very same evil
dence,. she would even have heard me
10 the end?"
mo, sir" said Seth, drawing the
hone briskly acros the edge Of his hoe.
"Not she. But it was all SO entirely
different. The governor just gone,
Adrien reported wounded, everything
that was startling and incredible be-.
come everyday happenings, the boy
80 appealingly beautiful and Annabel
so conspicuously in q decline that the
milliner side Of the house will soon be
the madam SO desolate and
the old house * empty-really, the af-
fair adjusted itself, Seth. Any goose
could have done as much"
Liza was thinking about all Of this
lerself, sitting there on the sunny side
Of the big house. where tho La.
narque roses clambered. Dren's modest
assertion that his grandmother could
lot do without him had made her smile
Ind-remember. She was thinking Of
hat morning, IL months since it had
when she, trembling with nerv-
BUSINESS, had gone boldly into the mad
m 'spresence and told her all there was
o tell her about Adrien's wife and
,hild. All, well, it had turned out all
light for everybody but Amy Chambliss.
Poor Amy"
Poor who?".
She had not known she had sighed
he words audibly. She had forgotten
II about Dren. Forgotten that he was
till standing there watching his hat
row" with his short legs planted far
part, his tumbled yellow curls, softly
moved by the wind that filtered through
be ros trellis, lying IN shining mass
8 on his shoulders, a beautiful speci-
men Of the young aristocrat, whose ple-
'eian strain was strangely and merci-
ully hidden 90 far from sight.
Adrien was not given to long silence
and distinctly disapproved Of
hem IN any one upon whom he was fos
he time being dependent for his enter
ainment.
my grandmother says my father
,sed to ride 'Stonewall jackson, nod
ling toward the tailless, eyeless and
naneless hobbyhorse, 'sbut he wasn't
'alled .Stonewall jackson. then. He
vas called Tim Just plain Tim. Ny
says when the men stop
and all Of her people come back
Tome abe is going to make her carriage
break d sure enough pony for me
. wooden horse, Her carriage driv.
: is Uncle Dolbear, only there amt
horses here now"
"You : q fortunate boy, Dren.
What would you do without your
randmotherf' said Liza, placing the
at crown softly on top 81 the aiming
elbow curls.
What would my grandmother do
me?r
''You insufferable little egotistr'
What is an e-A-whatr, Then.
blivious Of all genealogical interests
I see your mother coming up the walk.
What makes her pun soa NY grand.