The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1906-02-22

anna hat, and inonpeu DIS
perspiring brow. The brow had broken
from lis oidtime limits and reached
nearly to the back of his head. Ee
was clean shaven and ruddy-a fne
specimen of well-preserved years.
"Whar you want to go, sur!'
The negro cabman stood with his
hand on the door and bowed obse-
ouiously. This was just the kind to
give half-dollar and ask no charge.
$40 Whaley's Hotel"
"Whaley's Hotel! Good gracious!'
The negro stepped back and beckoned
to another driver. Then he turned re-
spectfully to his passenger. ''Dey amt
no Whaley's Hotel now, sub, but a
passel O. rocks an ole chimney. 1t
done burn down, sub, TO- I was born,
I reckon"
'Hm-m!" The stranger was evi-
dently disconnected. ''Well, take me
to some hotel"
AS the negro gathered up the lines,
his passenger put his head out Of the
window. Driver, do We pass by the
Presbyterian Church,
"Yass, sub. Go right down Main
street"
"stop when you get there. And
here"
''Thankee. suh,' said JEFF. He had
not mistaken the species.
Don't drive too fast. Iwant 10 see
the places as go.''
Judge Blashford YVES passing through
all experience that, under the most
favorable circumstances, is never With
out it's pangs. He was revisiting for
the first time the scene of his early
manhood. tIe had been educated in
this little Missouri town. 1t was en-
6eared to him by many tender associa-
) tons. He had left it youth Of twen-
" and now was returning, forty years
later, expecting to find everything un-
changed. AS he leaned back in the
carriage and closed his eyes, blessed
memories were forming a picture Ct
the little old and bare church, which
had been the gate Of heaven to his
soul.
'sHyeah's de chu'cE, suh." The car
riage stopped before a handsome brick
edifce with cathedral glass and stone
steps.
''The church, The judge sat up
right and looked bewildered.
'Yass, sub. Dis de Presbyterian
Chu'ch. Maybe you was thinkin' bout
de old one. Dat done pull down long
time ago, sub"
Judge Bashford experienced feeling
of keen disappointment. Drive on
he said briefly.
He was looking out intently as they
passed down the street. "Ies," he
said musingly, there's the old catalpa
in the Riley yard. That's the first
familiar thing I've seem" and there
came into his mind whimsical reco!-
lection of Holmes words:
esThere's nothing on earth that keeps its
youth,
So far as I know, but tree and truth" :"
"Stop at the next corner, boy said
: the judge. The next corner would be
the old Dyer place. 1t rose before him
as if he had seen it yesterday, the big,
square white house With brick pave
ment leading up to it. Set in this walk
was a generous heart filled with fiow-
ers, painters brush" and golden but
tons,' pink and portulaca. BY the
side of the parlor window on the east
was smoke tree, and grape arDor
was in the garden. The carriage
stopped. "Hyeah's de corner, suh.''.
It had been transformed into com
monplacc business block. Not YES.
tige of smoke tree or flowers left.
Drive me to the hotel,'' said the
passenger. with a kindling sympathy
for Rip Van Wrinkle in his heart. III
felt bereaved. The depression that
had fallen, upon him deepened rs lie
talked with the landlord after dinner
1t seemed to him that lie had returned
to a place of tombs. The 'boys' were
gone; the girls had passed away. II
was some minutes before lie conl6
bring himself to the point of asking
that for which he had come back
"And Colonel Cailborne's family:" he
said at last. interrogatively. What
has become Of them:'
The landlord shook bis head. "Mos
OF them are gone. The Old Coloae
died twenty years ago. reckon. ant
his wife soon after. John, you ren1om
Der John. the Youngest boy: well. Ls
was killed. His girl lives here will
Miss Bette now: she raised her
Mighty pretty girl she is, too. Tie!
say she L. going to marry young FaleS
You remember the E:iases. don't you:'
And the vol,ble landlord switched OF
to a conversational siGeirack. Th
Judge did rot follow him closely. H.
had the information thai lie most lie
sired.
Miss Bette Claiborne was q! tha
precise moment making strawbarr.
preserves. Il won't put up lnany.
she was thinking rather draariiy, Il
she measured out the sugar. "Whe1
little Bettie's gone there won't be any
body but Delpby and me, and-ln