The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1899-07-22

in a lifetime. The rays of the setting
sun, streaming over the shrugged
shoulder of the mountain, fell full on
his ge-distorted face, and a livid
scar, invisible at other times, gashed
one black cheek from temple to jaw
angle. If there had been certain death
in the biting Of the scythe blade Rus
sell could not have resisted the impulse
to photograph the man as he stood
The click of the camera shutter
broke the spell for all of them. Lois
shrieked, her father sprang from his
chair, and the negro dropped his wea-
pom. II was the major who first found
speech.
why David, you black rascal, YOU
What are you about, sch! Put that
scythe back on the snath, and go to
yOuh work! DO you heah me?"
The man turned and went back to his
grass-CuttinG without a word and
when he was out of earshot Russell
laughed good-naturedly.
you've been telling me all along
that l have a good bit to learn about
the brother in black, major, and I'm
beginning to take it in, slowly. Pom
my word, l believe that fellow really
had it in mind TO kill mel"
From that the talk drifted easily to
obism, and racial characteristics, and
things atavistic, and it was late when
| Russell rose to take his leave. Lois
rose, too, and went around to the side
veranda to look for the incline signal
at the Point Hotel. 1t had disap-
Dearcd.
The last car has gone down." she
| announced, going back to the two
men at the steps. Whereupon the hos
| pitable major made instant offer of
bed and breakfast, but the young man
would not fray his welcome.
Il shan't mind the walk in the
| least" he protested. TT will do me
| good; | don't have enough exercise,
anyway"
So it was concluded, and Russell
| shook hands with his host. Lois
| walked to the gate with him, and
| since there was now no car haste to
| be considered, the leave-takings We're
| prolonged until the lEht in the upper
| windows Of the cottage warned Lois
| that her father had gone to bed.
Really, / must go in now" she said
| across the gate, for the tenth time, at
least. "Do be careful, and he sure and
|
\ hut it's much safer"
The young man laughed and was glad,
| What he would fain have said could
never dare say itself while she still wore
the old-fashonod ring, but it was worth
something to have her anxious for his
safety.
Don't borrow trouble on that score
he rejoned, singing the camera over
his shoulder. 81 doubt If l could ma
the path in the dark if l should try,
When may | come again?'
| Her blush made him thrill with pleasure.
He could not see it, but he knew it was
there.
when do you want to Gomez
Tomorrow and the next day and the
day after that and"
"IIush" she commanded; and then, by
way OF rcpriove' I'm glad you like our
mountain. Come whenever you please.
Papa Is always glad to sec you"
A sudden access of daring filed his
soul "And you?" he Quered.
"Et moi ausSi touiours," was the
laughing concession as the nutterinG
drapcries disappeared up the path. The
Tilt of the words sang itself over and over
as NE went his way down the starlit lane
making shift 70 forget the duh luster OF
the pearls on Miss DiCkson's hnger-tem-
porurily at least,
Lois stood at the edg Of the porch un-
til the shape OF him was but darker
blue against tho shadowy background Of
the forest at the lanes foot. Then she
turned to go in. In the act she had "A
glimpse of a shadow darting quickly
across the lawn II disappeared in the
blacker shadow of the cedar hedge and
something impelled her to go back to the
gate. She was just i'm time to see the
figure of a man glide through an opening
in the cedars. 1t erouched for an in