The Jennings daily record. [volume] (Jennings, La.) 1900-1903, 1902-05-08

later and looked fondly up the northern
pass, hoping for a sign of Rod. the fea-
lures in the face of the land had
thinned away so effectually that there
was nothing to see but the weird gray
sky line bordering the coomb-like the
white frilling to the black dress OF !
lady. tx X +
The silence, of the scene was i'm.
mense Nothing moved; and the I'M
portance of man in a world like that
shielded away to the meanest insig-
nificance.
Two or three bars of music played
at distance and light. as 1T were,
from an Enclosed place, arrested her
attention.
- She thrust her comely, uncovered
head out of the window again In q
twinkling, with her ear acutely alert
to catch a continuation OF the sound
With a tension almost painful to her,
and with a cry of joy ready to burst
in flash from her lips-for she felt
sure the music was an organ and the
player Rod-she listened again, hold
ing her heart tightly with her hand to
muffle its beating.
"'Tis Roddie Jeans, tbs Rodd1e
Jeans, 1 know it is" she cooed softly to
herself, as the breeze with invisible
hand lifted up the corner OF her cloak.
Hes afraid to come down home cause
it's so late. So I'll go to him, and
| though it may be unmaidenly, Gamma
help it: for he's my own laddie; he is.
arter all"
She moved like a swift-footed hare
up the dark and silent "chewer,"
watching the light ahead as though it
! of 1,a a. 12 mi
ness, and, if it were extinguished, the
spark of her life's woe. When she
reached the blue pond and the point
of ascent to the ridge her painting
heart almost burst her bodice with ex-
cited joy, for at that moment she heard
an exultant cry of Christ" from
tongue which she knew well, and an
organ reeled off at a madly merry
pace that ever popular ballad, 1.-THE
Warwickshire Lads and Lassies.''
1t was the weirdest thing. Nothing
moved; the darkness was intense; yet
there was an organ playing a stirring
air in the deepest greenwood as gayly
as if it had been broad daylight in
the fashionable streets of Brookington.
With a repression admirable in the
woman, Chris herself gave no tongue
to the night, though her heart was
dancing as wildly as the tune. She
crept softly to the opening of the shed
and peered ina golden head covered
with red hood; picture to captivate
the eyes and heart of a Warwickshire
lad.
Rod was turning the organ with the
blind infatuation of a dreamer, his hat
off. and his face as Illuminated by an
end of a lighted candle, which he HAD
stuck upon the ledge of the barn. glow
ing with positive joy, while as he
turned round, yellow coins came tum-
bling out of a small aperture at the
side down to miniature mountain on
the floor
!, Chris, my Christ" he cried, seeing
! her blue eyes looking in, and leaving
the organ at once to rush at her and
: fold her in his big, honest arms. my
lass, my lassie. I'm money-fit now;
look-jest look! The organ was give
me by an old man at Brookingtor
who I'd been good to. when he dice
! last Thomasin'. He sed 'twood BIZ
worth it's weight in gold to me, an
[ he do seem to have used it as hi:
money box. / was heart broke a
what you telled me this marnin', an
at my poor luck; an was goin' tt
bide here tonight an 'umble meser tt
: Farmer Urbane tomorror, when l funt
e this lettle door here at bottom of TIL
1 organ, an the money came tumblin
D out
r 81 donna so much mind about tn
r money, Rod, laddie,'' replied Chri
a simply and prettily, just in the sam
g way as she had said it on that coom1
: ridge year ago, 'as 1 mind abou
your heart. That's mine l know nov
and mines yourn. So come hom
e with me now, laddie, an never wande
no more"
6 home" cried the rough, kindly voic
e of Farmer Urbane, who had followe
q his daughter to the shed and was nov
e looking in.
h Being an eminently practical littl
l. woman as we'll as pretty one, Chri
gathered up the money, and the thre
d comforted souls. together with tn
IS golden organ which had united the1
l. strobe down the dark incline to tn
r red-peaked homestead-three pictul
ia esque shadows natural to the seem
born to it. a part of it, inseparabl
1t from it.-Chicago Tribune.
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