The Union times. [volume] (Union, S.C.) 1894-1918, 1904-01-29

miracles once in awhile. In the cem-
etery where l had just been walking
the very sweetest roscbush grows from
the aust of the sourest rascal ever laid
away to rest there. l refer to Ezra
Walmsley, the misor. end | shall have
occasion to speak of him later, for the
claim that he made to the Stoughton
estate during his life is an essential
feature of the present narrative. There
he lies, at any rate, and there is the
rosebush TO prove that his dust is as
good,as any mans for rose culture, and
this despite the we'll founded legend
that he sold his right hand to Satan
and paid the forfeit.
While skirting the east wall of The
Elins caught a glimpse of Donald
near the south gate. 1t was no sur
prise to s"c him abroad at such an
hour, for Donald is an sarly riser. l
like that h&!,it. The world looks best
IN the morning, anu carly rising argues
appreciation. Moreover, it shows cour-
age and a healthy view. have heard
n cynic claim to prove that life is not
Werth living by the fact that vast
majority Of all humanity put off living
as long rs they can every morning.
lying Gbcd 10 the last minute and coax
ms. sleep, which the Latins called the
, ln3Ee.of death" If the cynic had
possessed logical mind and had lim-
ited his conclusion to the SCOPE of his
evidence. would have been willing to
agree with" hin in the proposition
which he really had cstablished-namc
Is, that the life of the. sluggard is not
worth living. That sort Of person nev-
er,wants to get up and begin the day
Donald is no sluggard. Tic often
joins me in my morning walks. but he
has not shown a fondncss for the vi.
einity Of The Elms. and wis sur.
prised to see him lettering by Kelyin's
gate. When | turned the corner of
the wall, saw that Donald was talk.
ing with Amy Kelvin, and this was an
explanation of his presence which was
harder to credit than the original phe-
nomenon,. unexplained, as often hap.
pens. =;
" was not prepared to believe that
they had met there by accident, still
less that they Had met there by design,
but it must have been One or the other.
for there theytwtfe. Little Miss Kel.
vim was sitting on rock about the
size OF 81 .bushel basket, and her back
was .!sqRRQrted by the WALL. Donald
leaned against tall stone pillar of
the gate and looked down into the
girls face. Their manner indicated
that they were busily blowing the soap
ihuhhles Of youthfuly ntiment, fragile,
beautiful, floating 3 ay on the air,
not, meant to be hand ID like the toys
OF later years nor even to be remem.
bercd except in the aggregate.
Neither of these enviable' young crea-
lures was so placed as to be readily
visible from the house, and yet l
would not wish to say that their posi-.
ti9ns were t9ken with the definite idea
Of avoiding observation 1t was GER.
tain, however. that both Of them knew
well enough what Mr.. Kelvin would
think Of their meeting.
l was quite near them before they
noticed me. Then Donald looked up
and saw me, but he showed no sur.
prise. lndeed, surprise was the rarest
Of his emotions. He gave me CHEEKY
good morning, and Amy greeted me
very prettily. She has something Of
the old fashioned shyness and defer
ence toward her elders such as l do
not see too much of nowadays. The
modern young woman seems to me to
have paid price for the three or four
Inches of stature that she has gained
over her grandmother. She finds per.
haps less that she can look up to.
While we were praising the beauty
Of 1.-The morning we were interrupted
by n grinding sound Of "feet-t. had al
most said hoofs-upon the gravel walk
within the estate, and, glancing over
the wall, we saw Mr.. Kelvin stridng
toward the gate Amy looked at DON
aid almost as If she expected him to
run away, but lie smiled in that gentle
way of his that makes his face so.
handsome and slowly shook his head.
Kelvin came boisterously. through.
the wicket that is beside the main
gate and then turned, holding it open
with his left hand. Donald Instantly
raised. his, hat:and.slightly inclined his
head while Amy passed before him,
looking up at him out of the corner of
her eye tand. murmuring "Goodbyr' in
very dainty fashion. The wicket closed
behind her with an angry. snap, and
Kelvin wheeled about. - .,.c,.''.
IL don't want this to occur again."
said he to me.
"What?" said l.
IL don't want this boy hanging
aranpl hare ha .ooliol