New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1904-03-13

,hangelessness, takes on the human aspect OF "a
friend and silently welcomes you when You re-
turn at night saying comfortably. 81 ann here
as you left me. ! ann home"
So when De entered his room again that even
Ing and turned up the las his immediate utter
a0Ce Was not strictly the subject for reprodue-
uon. To begin with The chamh,rmaiG had ia
disoleleuCe or his strict orders. taken I'D Che
centre Tug ana sent il ZAP ou the roof lor the
porter ,o beat Bains an expensive rug. the Man
Above tna square did not particularly relish
having x t;.u,utI. beaten. EUt stil less did he
relish tle way IL had been replaced. i Was lot
iu tle centre OF the -oom. So that two legs OF
The library desk th1 middle stood GA IL, Dor
deg ard tHo on The diamond centre. one end
WAS tao near the piano. Tho other cons, Iueutls
too In fro.n the hearth. And iu trying To- tug
/ IL into Position tha maid had managed 10 pun
every eale uut or plumb wiki the lines 81 the
floor. OF course. ia, photographs the piano
! had smoo,hes on ID, margins. where the maids
/ thumb had pressed ais she held them ny 10 dust
! beneath. '.Pu3d'n-IIead Wilson" would alone
/ have pIzal them ia tr-Ir present state. On tie
mautal each object WAS just far enough out os
/ its proper Place L. throw Tho whole decorative
scheme into line ri Puritanic p-imr,-s. And
the chairs silent friends that are SO companion
able Uh ID an understanding hand places ;h,m
/ in position, were now facing at stiff angles o.
armed neutrality as If mutually suspicious. Not
/ one of them said sit in me-"
But The worst aas y-t To- come. Walking over
/ 10 the fireplace. ;he Man Above the Square
. looked iu add groaHcG.
shes done il again. DE- cried ia mag, ont
f y this Dat Tonight if D wasn't sure taat ary
4 other would e. as bad This side o, THE middle
/ ol last century,
1t MAS. indeed. q sorry piece 81 work. Tho
] splendid ...e Of gray and white wood ashes
Uai,h ti.at rnorriar lid been h,-r,I hilh over
the arms 81 TIE lrelogS. and which GlttrI
high into each corner and ou, upon the hearth.
was no more. 4 little I.3e remained. carefully
swept into the rear ~ the n- place. hut ,ha bulk
Of The ashes bad been removed and ;he arms
If The M.I.s- stood inches above wl-J WAS
lift
Il told her not 20 10 81: confoIud il. told her
: not TO do it," b. mUtter-i aloud. stormins
bout ihe room. Here I've been Sine Christ
mas collecting that pile Of ashes. and it had
just reached tne point where / could kIadle "a
FIRE with three sticks OF kndn= and burn only
one los If ! wished. And then that confounded
chambeuaaiI disobeys me-distinctly Lisoieys
m.-aud shoyels it all out.'
! He rang anE~ily for the ,hamIermaiG whose
name was Eliza. and who was tall and angular.
Didn't I tell you under no consideration To
! take away any of my ashes" he demanded.
but ] swept the room into them and they got
an dirty" she protested.
Then don't sweep the room again. he inter
posed. Il want the ashes left hereafter"
But the fire viii burn better without so many
| ashes: they chokes it," said Eliza. Most pco-
pie like 'em cleaned out every week"
Most people are fools" said the Nan Above
/ the Square. You may &c now"
The loss OF his ashes had so irritated him
/ that il was a long time before he could yield
himself TO the influence Of the blaze, which
| lea2t merrily enough. in spite Of the too clear
hearth. He filled his pipe and smoked it out
and filled il again; he tried Senator Hoar's au-
photography and Heine's prose and the latest
magazines; and still his mind would not settle
! to restfulness and content Then suddenly be
| remembered the date the Goth OF January
/ He took down his Keats. The owl. for all his
/ feath hers. might well have been a-cOld on that
/ night too, for a shrll wind up without.
/ lie glanced at his fire. Already the kindlings
were settling into glowing heaps beneath the
! logs a good start on a fresh pile or ashes. He
suuggled more comfortably into his chair and
| began ore more the deathless poem.
The clock licked steadily; the wind sent
crashing down the limb OF an elm tree outside
and shrieked exulting!y; a log settled into the
| FIRE with a hiss and cracklc Of sparks. But he
heard nothing Presently he laid the book
/ aside, Tor the poem finished, and looked into
/ the fire. It was sometimes a favorite question