The Coalville times. [volume] (Coalville, Utah) 1894-1923, 1904-07-29

All anu Nluut tne same fhfeuel ltehn'
ness, full Of faint. passing aromas
from the wet earth and the salt sea
and the blossoming gardens.
In the city the business OF the day
was over; but at the open doors OF
many Of the shops little groups Of ap-
prentices Ia leather aprons were talk.
ing, and on the broad steps Of the
City Hall a number OF grave blocking
men were slowly separating after a
very satisfactory civic session. They
were all noticeable men. but Jorls Van
Heemskirk specially 80. His bulk was
so great that II seemed as IL he must
have been built up; II was too much
TO expect that he had ever been a
baby. He had a fair. rudy face. and
large. firm eyes. and a mouth that
was at once strong and sweet. And
he was also very handsomely dressed.
The long. stih skirts OF his dark'blue
coat were lined with satin, his
breeches were Of black velvet, his ruff
foB edged with Flemish lace, his
shoes clasped with silver buckles, his
cooked hat made OF the finest beaver.
with his head a little forward, and
his right arm across his back, he
walked slowly up Wall street into
Broadway. and then took a northwest
erly direction towards the river bank.
His home was on the outskirts OF the
city. but not far away; and his face
lghtened as he approached It.
Councillor Van Heemsklrk's father
had built the house and planted the
garden. and no had the Dutch rever-
ence for a good ancestry. Often he sent
his thoughts backward TO remember
how he walked by his fathers side, or
leaned against his mothers chair, as
they told him the tragic tales OF the
old Barneyeldt and the hapless De
Wits; or how his young heart glowed
70 their memories OF the dear father
land, and the proud march OF the Ba-
tayian republic.
Good evening, Mr.. Justice. Good
evening, nelghbor." and he stood a
minute, with his hands on his garden
gate. TO bow to Justice Van Gaasbeeck
and TO Peter Sluyter, who, with their
wives, were going to spend an hour
or two at Christopher Laer's garden.
Men can bear all things but good
days" said Peter Sluyter. when they
had gone a dozen yards in silence;
since Van Heemskirk has a seat In
the council room. II is long way to
bis hat
Come, now. he was very civil.
Sluyter. He BOWS like man not
used to make low bow. that is all"
well. well. with time. every one
gets into his right place. In the city
Hall. may yet put my chair beside
his. Van Gaasbeeck."
so say /. Sluyter. and for the pres.
ent II is all well as II Is"
This little envious fret OF his neigh
Dor lost itself outside Jorls Van Heem-
sklrk's homo. Within 1t, all was love
and content. Madam Van Heemskirk
was a little woman. with clearcut
features. and brown hair drawn back
ward under a cap OF lace very stlny
BtRrched. Her tighthtting dress OF
blue taffeta was open In front and
looped up behind in order TO show an
deliberately quilted pettiooat OF light
blue camblet. Her white wool stock.
ings were clicked with blue, her high.
heeled shoes cut very low, and clasped
with small silver buckles. From her
trim cap to her trig shoes she was a
pleasant and comfortable picture OF n
happy, domestic woman; smiling,
peaceful. and easy to live with.
When the last duty OF the day was
finished. she let her bunch Of keys
fall with a satisfactory "all done"
Jingle, that made her Jorls look at
her with n smile. Then he asked;
where is Joanna and the little one?
And Bran should be home ere this"
II am not uneasy, Joris. They
were to drink dish OF tea with
Madam semple. and Bran promised
10 go for them. And. see, they are
coming; but Bran Is not with them,
only the elder"
Elder Alexander Semple was great
man In his sphere. lie had a reputa'
tlon both for riches and godllness and
was scarcely more respected in the
market-place than he was in the Mid.
die Kirk And there was an old tie
between the Samples and the Van
Heemsklrks--a tie going back TO tho
days when the Scotch Covenanters and
the Netherland Confessors clasped
hands as brothers In their churches
under the cross" Then one OF the
semples had fed for life from Scot.
land TO Holland, and been sheltered
in the house OF Van Heemskirl; and
from generation TO generation the
friendship had been continued. SO
there was much real kindness and
very little ceremony between the fami.
lies, and the elder met his friend Joris
with a pleasant good evening" and
sat down In front OF the blazing logs.
Joanna tied on her white apron. and,
at a word from her mother, began 10
take from the cupboards various Dutch
daintleg and East Indian Jars Of fruits
rrd -wsotmeata ard case OF crystal
lgt'los. Rnd ole fine lemons. She
5 fair, .Jsy girl with a kind.
b 'I'ui face, Pleasant voice, and a
emile that was at once innocent and
5dght. Her nne light hair was rolled
nigh and backward; and no one could
Aave imagined a dress more suitable
a.. ha- tbau tha trio dark bodfea tho