Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1898-01-29

should be scared to death and hide my
head in the blankets every time the wealth
er changed. All the same, / don't believe
but what you be little stirred up, an
that's why 1 come over to keep you heart
ened like 1 suppose" she went on. dream
fly looking into the fire, eff one was high
enough to see, the earth would be like Miss
Brier's blue changeable silk, here a bit of
blue sea, and there a bit of gray storm, and
there bit Of green field, and there clear
silver blue again. all sort O. changeable
and shining, and you're here in the bit of
gray storm, an Wills out there in the sill
yer blue"
Il should like to know the good of sech
Iotions! I'd a sight rather be thinking of
the peeny muslins Will will fetch home"
Il should think twas a plenty il he
brought himself home. If was you, Ann"
son creep. What was that? Did YOU hear
! the door rattle? Oh, Rhody, what If them
old songs an stories Is truei Sometimes in
the middle OF the night. 1 wake up In =
coid chill, the stories of the dead and
drowned sailor comm to the door"
! Yes, yes" sobbed Rhody. Il; oh, I re-
member
hed sailors cap and a vfsage pale,
AS ne died on board of the Nightingale.
And they locked their arms about each
other, both crying together And Rhody
t naa 70 stay that night. to keep AIMS
tiemors company with her own, which
aIter all. was why she came over
But when 1t was sunny, and only 4 soft
southwest breeze signing through the ola
saroen. hhody's heart was as light as the
MinSs OF the birds that had that old garden
an thelr own way 1t was a spacious place
I0ns since run wild. here and there a bed Of
00lIa.tasnioned flowers or pot-herbs that
Rhody gave the little care thew needa1
saving the punches of sage and mini 80
pain ana pennyroyal, for she was already
becoming the village nurse; and here At o.,
I'm ZINES she sat In the back porch at her sew
ing; the breath of the undyine old roses
ana noneysuckles blowing about her ana
an her soul as tranquil as the summer
sSas wnere her fancy went out and how
der fuI,<aor, VII piow1ng his ship along un-
0er IUI- moving snowy sails
hhodys father had been the 1awv.r -.
oh; shoIe. out he had not been particu,arfv
bb oeI.t 10 law himself, that is the law Of
to bufrat ing ana he had early left her
- puhet the world she could. with
Eotning but the old house for her narttnn
II mad long fallen into disrepair: hut When
- .eaheo 100 seriously in one room, Rbodv
Iuoseu 10 another. 1t was said that nv
HodSe once paid court to her till he fonn1
~ nef complete unsuspiciousness of his
MCoing the negative of his desires Rut
, On ' 1ba no ih-will on account of that.
On the contrary, with considerable cir
cuhiocution, he induced the other yonn.,
men once Wnen VIII was at home to hek,'
d dim' and with win and Humphrey Laven-
oar and Tom Brier and Joe Burns he had
the old roof shingled and the back norch
rebuilt fer Rhody. Poor Try. of course
nad small credit for 1t with Rhodv For
eSH sue thanked MIN very prettiIy. in
her neart or hearts she was sure that If
was VIII who first thought of the kind
Eess and put IL into execution; and she
was the happier thinking of the nobility
and generosity of his nature thus mani
tested than she was in the repairs them
selves. And as she sat in the porch now.
this poor, silly Miss Rhody, she had an un.
spoken sense that 1t was WINS protection
surrounding her, and she dropped her
needle and leaned back and dreamed so
long that the low-hying birds regarded her
no more than IL she were the silver aspen
which had sprung up wild in one Of the old
paths.
By some virtue of her temperament there
was hardly any trail of selfishness In Rho
dy's dreams. Now she was building a bark
of which VIII was to go master: or now
she was collecting bright strips to make
the carpet FOR AIMS new parior: or best
OF all. she was having Wills portrait paint
ed and hung up in big gold frame in the
same splendid room, for all AIMS belong
ings partook OF the character with which
VIII mad been invested And dream as she
would, Rhody could do Ann no wrong for
In reality the being of her thoughts differed
from the rude sailor that followed the sea
and drank his forum of grog and swore his
round oath ON occasion. as a piece Of sculp-
tured marble differs from a lump Of soil:
except for bit of flashing color, a big
stature, and a name, they had nothing In
common.
So when, In good time Ann and VIII
Aather were married and went of together
on the next voyage. IL there were any tinee
Of melancholy in Rhody's thoughts, it was
only that sweet, poetic melancholy which
welcomed them back joyfully, and gave
them little tea party, to which Try Hodge
refused to come, and at which she served