The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1900-07-31
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BY Kennedy Bling.
A Vivid Sketch of a Girl Who
Had Erred Returning
to Her Parents.

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1t was cleaning when Janet Goudi'
crept to the white gate leading to bel
fathers farm. On the ridge between
her and the west she saw the two long
shafts of a tilted roller standing VI
dark. gaunt. The sight made her sud
denly afraid. She thought of her ia
Their. Was it he who had been work
/ ing with the roller-who had left II
there an hour since? She paused with
beating heart.
After a little she opened the gate
and slipped quietly through, holding i
carefully in her hand as she turned to
fasten it. She remembered how 1t al
ways swung to the post with a clap
and, though she was far from the
house. she shrank from making q
noise. Then she turned up the billy
road.
When she came out upon the bare
uplands, they were flooded with I'M
canny light 1t dazzled Janet so that
she could scarcely see the house lying
straight before her. Her whole body
| felt how visible to the farm folk 1t
must be, coming on illumined In the
yellow glare She covered SO closely
to the stunted hedge that the stray
Cling brambles tugged at her. A burst
of terrible splendor came athwart the
world, an awful dying gloom. Far and
| wide famed the red and silent moors
like affairs lighted for the end of time.
Janet crept on, feeling mean and little
in the great desolation.
At last she stood within the long
shadow that was cast toward her by
the house. So dark and silent were
the buildings that her heart stopped
beating with a sudden dread. But
presently a familiar sound fell on her
ear, and she breathed with relief on
looking round. Over in the little croft
the ducks were waddling home, late
as usual, and gathering away to them
selves When the drake stood up and
tapped his wings, the white round OF
his breast shone wildly.
The farm road led to the square close
at the back of the dwelling house. The
front was to the sunset. Janet stole
to the corner Of the barn and peered
down through the shadows to the
kitchen door, She was shaking with
fear. Her father had threatened that
If ever she came back he would hound
the dog at her. She hoped it would
not be new dog. Badly, she knew,
would not bite her. The tall white
wooned pump glimmered like ghost
in the gloom. She remembered every
feature of the place as if it were yes
terday she went away. Yet she felt
she was looking at it athwart an eter-
nifty. The double feeling Of familiari-
ty and strangeness made her conscious
of her physical abasement. Every
thing at home was the same. 1t was
she who was different, different.
A stall tied COW lowed loudly in the
empty byre, and the mournful sound
was echoed by the gaunt buildings.
Janet shivered and drew her poor
shawl about her shoulders. At last
she ventured out, creeping down the
close on her tiptoes tremblingly.
When she reached the step Of the back
door, she stood and listened for
sound within. The house was silent
as death.
Twice she raised her hand to knock,
and twice she let it fall in cowardice.
Then self pity came over her with q
burst in the throat, and her lips whis-
pered in dull repetition: "Oh, it's pity
o. me! It's pity O. me! My God, aye!
It's a gevan pity o. mew She knocked
family. There was no response. AS
she craned to listen she heard the old
fashioned kitchen clock tick with a
dreary loudness.
She knocked again The scrunt of
chair being pushed backward on the
stone floor made the blood prick her
veins suddenly silence followed
and then the shuttle Of slippered feet
coming slowly. Would it be her ia
Their? And would he curse her? Her
tongue was dry in her mouth.
A bolt clanked to the wall, the door
creaked on its hinges, and somebody
peered out at her, hand over eyebrows.
Its your said her mother at last.
The woman stared at her daughter
for awhile and then turned away with
out word, leaving the door open be-
hind her. Janet followed to the kttch-
en- with timorous foot that was ready
to start backward. But her father was
not in the kitchen.
There was a strange stiffness. The
rich light came streaming through the
bare window and fell full upon the
dresser. The dishes shone weirdly
against It. There on its old hook
Janet's mug was still hanging, her
name on it. With a sudden stab OF
memory she thought of the night her
father had brought it home to her from
the winter fair at Carbie, coming In
from the wonderful darkness, with
snowfakes on his coat, to his little girl
by the great fire; how blithe had Deen
his dark eye, how CHEEKY and red the
middle of his cheek. She could still
feel his finger rough and cold beneath
her chin and the benediction of his
eyes looking down at her. But now
ali, Christ!
Mrs. Goudie had put away in the
window sill her great Bible and her
heavy white trimmed spectacles atop
of it. Janet was still standing.
"Sit doun," said her mother care
lessly.
Janet sat down on the edge of a
chair close to the door. Rab, the cat
she had reared, was sitting near her in
a blank band of sunshine lying
athwart the flags, his legs propped in
front of him like two furry little pill
lars, his gray golden Sits of eyes fixed
on the window Janet, feeling the con-
straint of the silence, put out her hand
and, not daring to speak aloud, said
''Rab!' In a choking whisper. Rab
turned and looked at her carelessiy
through his half shut eyes. Then he
rose and walked, with lazy stretchings
Of the hind legs, away over to the
hearth. There he sat down and stared
up at blue wisp Of flame blinking In
the CRATE. The monotonous tick Of the
clock was the only sound in the wide
kitchen.
Mrs. Goudie stood with her hand on
the back Of chair. AT first her eyes
gazed before her with the wide look Of