The Savannah morning news., 1900-09-02

1 INK OF al the teFfofs OF ufuhktNNCr1
did she know. nor any OF the heart
burning when the man who sells the
yn's.N takes the house, a. he has taken
/ the happiness Of the house. and rolls
BY with the riches that he has wrung
out OF tears and panEs. feeling OF
this had hardly begun la the country.
and Aunt Pamela was no better than
her day. All she knew was thar there
was a private still somewhere up along
the shore. that Il belonged to a woman
named sally Lavender. whose husband
was making drunkards OF little boys:
and II was against the law 10 have a
private stili. AZ least. she believed a.
was against the law. And at any rate
she would destroy the still first. ana
see about the law afterward.
She called n meeting or the Tabltha--
styled the tabbles by the irreverent-
and, after assuring them that the mat
ter OF changing their name 10 that OF
the Martha Washingtons could wait
awhile. she laid before them the mon
strous fact that boys were being ruined
by the posseasor OF a stu five miles up
the river. and that. OF course. their own
boys were In danger. near a. they were
TO n community subject to such a de-
moralizing influence. and she moved
that they send constable at once for
the destruction OF that tool OF evil. and
declared that II was . vote.
But. pamelaP' cried nay mother. hur-
| rying IN as foon as she heard OF Il.
You are all on. II IS nothing OF the
sort She r. a poor woman who sells
herbs and distils rosewater-''
II never heard that rosewater iutoxi-
Gated little boys" said my aunt ioftily.
And I know her--T am very fond OF
| her-I buy a great deal Of her"
II know you refused to Join our soci-
ETY.. but you needn't boast OF buying
stimulants Esnily." raid my aunt
'Stimulantsr' exclaimed my mother.
out OF all patience. sweet little Sally
Lavendar's essence of rosesl l gave you a
| Jar OF her potpourri-''
Yes. And II Is reeking with aicoholr'
The poor. weak cologne che makes
herself
with that stIll. I suppose. where she
makes the cherry brandy that has torn
the hearts of all the mothers in the via
/ lage who are seeing their boys turned into
little beasts by her machinations-''
20 Pamela, this Is really too redicu-
lousP'
you may call It Ridiculous said my
| aunt. with her eyebrows az the given at
titude for disdain. Il call 1t tragic1lr'
And tragical Il was. as 20 her grief my
mother found. when Fastening up the
shore in the chaise-my cousin Lester and
| following. unnoticed In her unusual auN-
iety. on a milk wagon whose good-natur-
Cd driver pretended that we were pirates
who had overcome him and were forcing
/ him 10 drive US where we would.
But my mother was just too late. The
| constable had arrived first. and had con-
| fronted the bewiidered Sally and had de-
/ manded the stil. And Humphrey, under
standing nothing but that the defense OF
/ the still was In question, had thrown him
I self upon The man with all his maniacal
force. The stin had been ruined In the
| struggle: the man had been horne 10 the
/ ground. but not seriously hurt and In hts
! fury Humphrey had broken q vessel on his
brain.
Sally was on the grass OF the little gar
/ den plot. holding Humphreys head upon
her breast. IL was late OF a bright June
afternoon. I remember now all the pic
tuTe OF the moment-it struck me more
than the feeling did-the sky OF that ten
der blue which verges toward evening,
the roses olambering over the. high treiiis
behind. the great fragrant. bIeshing roses
that Sally had trained there. shaking In
| the soft wind with q gay and cruel rust
| ling, the white. stu woman who seemed
to see nothing In all the world but the face
upon her breast-that strange. dark face
whose burning eyes were nxed on hers
/ with a complete intelligence.
The doctor for whom Try Hodge had
| run. was on his knees holding Hum
phrey's hand. and Ann and Miss Rholy
| and Libby and Tom Brier-I knew them
| an afterward-were with my mother by
the big rose bush. crying and trembling
| together. Humphrey was plainly dying,
aud Sally knew nothing OF any words but
that she seemed to be treading che bounds
OF the dark mystery with him Tho
gust OF a sweet brier tossing in the wind
| brings Il all before me now-the facts OF
I the frightened children at the gate. the
cries of the man far or launching a little
sloop on tho late tide. the sense OF an aw-
| full darkness opening out OF the light. ana
a singular stiffness close at hand. broken
only by that strange murmur Of Hum
| phrey's voice.
''wife" he was saying. its hard road
you've trod with me-"
20 no. O no. my dear"
You've gone along with seven devils
There's a hand come an cast EN- out at
lastl Sally. I'd orter have saved you from
IL In the beginning"
20 Humphrey. there hasn't been day
haven't been glad ] was with your
sally" he murmured again, with stiff
fleming lip. my Sally. never meant harm
TO n soul"
20 ! know g."
"And I loved you always" he said.
presently.
Yes. always"
1t won't be heaven TIL you come. ne
whispered again. after a moment or two.
lie lay little while. looking 40 at her
eyes. with a deep smile growing into his
face. Then the eyelids fell a trifie; the
glance rested on a space OF clear pale sky
full OF an infinite distance. why, Sally
he said suddenly and loud and clear.
There's Poliyr' Aid then Humphrey was
gone.
II was little leather at the gate with us.
who broke into a wall OF sorrow. But Sal
~ sat looking into the clear space as ~ she
sonrsleyed after Humphrey into that in
Unite distance.
MOZLEY's LEMON ELIXIR