The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1901-07-05

awhile In the little old fashioned garden,
where gilly flowers and sweet williams
and verbenas and southernwood and spice
pinks made fragrant the night, hopes
blossomed out with the stars, and q sense
Of peace came down with the dew and as
sYeetly, as silently.
The journey was quite as exciting as
old man Kennedy had anticipated. There
were the hundred last things to be at
tended to before the farm might be left In
care Of Sam Plunkett. There was the
drive In the blue morning to the railroad
station. There was the thrilling time Of
waiting for the train and the breatbless
moment when the great black shape came
cannonading down the line. There was
the actual instant when they were tor
tured by fear lest the quivering monster
should bound away and leave them be-
hind There was the grinding of the
wheels, the shrill whistle, the cloud Of
sparks blown by the window, the fading
| away Of the depot, the whirlwind speed
through space. And at the end Of the day
they had reached their destination.
The Fourth broke fair and beautiful.
The sky was blue as the heart Of New
foundland iceberg, and the buffeting
breeze was soft as rose petals. II was
early when old man Kennedy led his wife
through the turnstile under the high
white arch, early still when walking
| up the broad, winding ways between
stretches of verdure and masses Of bloom
they came into q veritable land Of en-
chantment-such fairyland as the poor
old people had never in their widest mo-
ments of imagining even dimly OWNED.
"Can you seeT' he painted. "Oh,
Nance, asthore"-he was apt to drop into
the love language Of his youth when NOV
ed-'can you see much Of it-all Of it
can youT
They were at the summit Of gentle
ascent. Overhead sprang the Gothic
arches of lofty colonnade. Below were
masses Of glowing flowers, broad walks,
lake which gave back the intense blue
Of the sky, and encircling these white
palaces which ross In majesty.
Il can see the water an the build
tn's. How blue the water IL, Tom-like
the SUR. Do you mind the bit Of the
SUR that went windin through Temple
more, Tom7 An the night we came home
from Garryvenus an stopped on the
bridge, an you said The little, thin,
brown face In the black bonnet was turn
ed toward him. A little, skinny brown
hand groped It's way along the ledge.
II mind" he said softly. His fingers
closed an instant over hers. "'Twas
soon after we come out here. Then there
was the four boys-all gone. God be
praisedl An then-her. We'd better be
walkin q bit, Nance, woman. Sure IL
her mistress 10 here yet we might be
comm foreninst her at any mint. But
l won't let Oh II we do-not before quail.
ty. III just squeeze your arm quick as
we 60 by. Let's go"
And 60 they did, walking, standing
seldom resting, through all that warm
bright day.
The seething crowds, the gay music
the msllowed roar Of innumerable voices
throng. even the stampedes, the stop
pages and the voelferous e4treaties of tn,
fakirs, possessed for them absorbing nov
city, interest, charm.
So the two--he in bis best "Sunday
black" that was bought for young Tom
wedding, and young Tom dead ant
buried a good ten years, she in a new
silk gown, the wearing OF which perpleA
ed and harassed her economical con
science, her thrifty soul-stood close to
gether while he explained all the fin,
doings Of the extraordinary people VIII,
went prancing or plunging by.
'Now, there's passin beautiful ladie
dressed-oh, never SO, Nancsl They'r,
In little wagons that's drawn by boys
They're throwin flowers, an here's tn,
boys with lariats. They don't look muci
different from our own out on Harrows
by's farm when be has a round up. Al
here's the rest Of the circus. There's
chariot. A woman's drivin. It's just o.
well you can't see her, Nance. Lets g,
away. She amt got nothin much OF
but kind Of red sash, an she's that boil
lookin-oh, my Godp
The cry was wrenched from him. III
fell back blanched, shaking. He dragge
the little lean old woman with him. H
plunged through the crowd, pulling he
behind him.
"What's the matterr' she cried. The
had got to an open space. whats tn
matterT
II got turn" His hand was presse,
against his side, and he was breathin
hard.
II thousht-somsthin foolish. got
. turn"
But he was singulayly silent the re
mainder of the day, and although he looi
ed after the material comfort OF his com
panion he rarely Addressed her.
, The act Of Mile. Cecile was over. Tn
Isftov had {us< dis~s rdoA hor nm oSocoions a