The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1901-07-25


the New England circuit, and che
beautiful spring day as the company
was making long jump between
cities, a washout in the hills delayed
the train "at nowhere in particular"
as Ransom put it, clambering out of
the car to stretch his legs. "Come on,
you people, he called back gayly to
his companions, I've found little
road out here that's lost and I'm GO
ing to explore it; the conductor says
we shan't start for three hours"
An abrupt turn and the party was
out of sight of the train-the fresh
green country through which the road
wound absolutely devoid of signs of
human life. Parker and Miss Marvelle
walked on ahead discussing chances
| for next season. Ransom, bringing up
the rear. rallied johnson numerically
regarding a letter the comedian had
/ discovered him reading on the train.
From Frohman?" he inquired, with
mock interest.
No" responded johnson, who APP
peared to be in unusually good spir-
It's, 1T isn't from a girl. either" I'm
| consciously Ransom's hand sought
the inner pocket of his coat and at
the others quizzical laugh he began
| to study the landscape with a very
red face.
The road-a mere cart track
swerved suddenly, and without warn
| ing, the party found themselves enter
! ing country graveyard, a primitive
Enclosure of struggling stones and
few huge pine trees. Under one of the
latter was a small open grave-by
the side of it. a somber blot on the
bright sunshine, tiny coffin.
Against it, her slender body shall-
ing with sobs, lay a woman striv-
ing seemingly to clasp it in her arms,
while about her stood perhaps
score of people, their uneasy glances
and shifting movements showing
plainly that the situation was beyond
! them.
Lets get out of here" whispered
Parker, turning hurriedly. 81 don't
care for any funerals in mine. I'm
| going back" Before he could carry
out his intention, a man left his place
among the mourners and hesitating-
ly approached. won't you wait
minute, mister he said. awkwardly.
''Mebbe there's some of your folks
kin say a prayer. and I'd take it
mighty kind if they would. V see,"
with a sudden choke, my little boy
is laying over there, and his moth
er is nigh distracted COS there amt
anybody to kinder ask God to look
after him before we have to go and
leave him all alone. We're Just plain
folks, without much book learning,
and the minister couldn't get here;
city folks, take it?"
Miss Marvelle's troubled eyes veered
swiftly from the speakers anxious
face to the pathetic group under the
trees, and then back to her compan-
ions; and it came home to her with
sudden force how completely the
homely appeal had sounded the shall
lowness of their natures. Ransom,
with an distracted air, was making
little holes in the ground with his
cane, and Parker's countenance bore
an expression of lofty boredom-she
wondered, with swift half-scorn. why
she had ever mistaken it for the
sign manual of high breeding; the
idol was nothing but clay, after
all.
For shame" she said, indignant
ly, after a silence. Cant any of you
men say something-anything-to
comfort that poor mother; haven't
you any feeling?" Parker turned
away his head and Ransom shook
his vigorously. The leading lady's
eyes caught Johnson's and held them
Something in the mute question in
them turned his face suddenly white:
III try" he said, simply, and
walking over he dropped his hand on
the little coffin.
MY friends" he said, quietly, and
4 somehow the dignity he had always
lacked seemed to fall on him all at
once like mantle. I'm not church
man, but, believe me, the little one
| lying here needs no minister to
speak for him to the one who said:
| Suffer little children to come unto
me- I doubt not the one you love
| is looking down on us to-day. well
and happy, from that land where
there is no sorrow nor crying-wait-
ing until that better day when, in the
fullness of time, where he is, there
you shall be also" Then, reverently.
and in voice that betrayed none of
the hesitation of the footiights, John
son repeated The Lords prayer
Thai night as Johnson was dress
ing for the first act Ransom came
into his room. "Old man." he said
III a curiously shaky voice, forgive
me for the nasty things I've said TO
you; you are a better man than l.
than any of us-anl / honor you"
mo, no." cried johnson, grasping
the proffered hand with a Deaming
face, don't say better one; besides,
1 knew you were only chatting me
and l don't blame you for it, know
well enough that I can't act like you
or Parker, and I'm going home to-
morrow That letter you saw me
reading was from my father: he's
found out that he made a mistake
about something that happened years
ago, and he wrote asking me to for
get and forgive. / shan't have to be
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