The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1906-12-09
- - C,@N@UE$ IT Of CANAAN

continued TO protest, at the same time
moving down the walk toward the
gate, leaning heavily on his stick
"Nothin' OF the kind. There Amt any
logic to that kind Of an argument nor
no reason"
You see I understand yeu." she
called after him. I'm sorry you 20
away In the bitterness OF being FOUND
out
Found outr' His stick ceased for
a moment to tap the cement Poon!
pause, followed by malevo.
lent chuckle. AT any rate. ne sai1;
with Joy in the afterthought: youn
never go walkin' with him again
He waited for the answer, whicn
came. after a time. sadly. Perhaps
you are right. Perhaps | shall not.
.Ha. / thought so, Good night
GOOD night. Mr.. Arp.
She turned toward the lighted house
Through the. windows nearest ner sne
could see Mamie. seated in the famiiias
chair, following with happy ana ten
der eyes the figure OF Eugene. who was
pacing up and down the room Ins
town was deadly quiet; Ariel coufu
hear the sound of footsteps perhaps =
block away. She went to the gate ana
gazed a long time into the emp,y
street, watching the yellow grams Oh
light. sieved through tho naples from
the arc lights on the corner, MOVING 1p
and fro in the deep shadow as the
lamp swung slightly In the night ar.
Somewhere not far away. the peace
was broken by the screams OK pa
Tor organ" which honked and waHeo
in pious agonies (the intention We
hymnaD, interminably protractlns
each spasm. Presently a woman's
voice outdid the organ, voice winch
made vivid the picture of the woman
who owned It, and the ploughed FORE
head of her. above the nose-giasses'
when the "grace-notes" were proudIy
given birth. Rescue the Ferishlns
was the startlingiy appropriate seiec-
ton, rendered with inconcetvable I'm
eering upon each syllable: "Rooscyoo
the Poor-oosh- oong" At unexpected
intervals two male voices. evidently pc
longing to men who had contracteu
the habit of holding tin In their
mouths, Joined the lady in a thorough
search for the lost chord.
That was the last of silence In Ca
naan for an hour or so. The organ was
merely inauguraI across the street
piano sounded; Arm, emphatic, deter
mined vocal competition with the IN
strument here also; Rock OF ages
the incentive. Another piano presently
followed suit in neighboring mousse
precious Jewels" More distant, sec
other organs. took up other themes,
and as a wakeful puppy's barking VIII
go over village at night, stirring nrse
the nearer dogs to give voice. these IN
turn stimulating those further away
10 join, one passing the excitement on
to another, until HOUNDS In IarnlSa It
far beyond town contribute 10 the
Iong-distance conversation, even so ala
Rescue the Perishfng eniiven the
greater part OF Canaan.
IT was this that made Ariel realize
a thing of which hitherto she had not
been able to convince herself, that
she was actually once more In the
. town where she had spent her long-ago
girlhood, now grown to seem the girl
hood of some other person IL was
true-her foot was on her native heath
and her name was Ariel Tabor-the
very girl who had shared the towns
disapproval with Joe Louden! Res-
cue the Perishing'' brought 1t all BACK
TO her. and she listened to these sharp
iy familiar rites of the Canaanite sab
bath evening with shiver or pain
She turned from the gate to go into
the house, heard Eugene's voice from
the door and paused. He was saying
good night to Mamie -
And please say 'au revoir TO MISS
Tabor for me-" he added, peering out
under his hand II don't know where
she can have gone"
.Probably she came In and went to
her ROOM" said Mamie.
Don't forget to tell her 'au revoir.
.'I won't, dear. Good night"
"Good night" She lifted her face and
he kissed her perfunctorily. Then he
came down the steps. and went slowly
toward the gate, looking about him into
the darkness as II searching for some
thing; but Ariel had fed away from
the path of light that led from the
open door.
She skinned noigelessly across the
lawn and paused at the side OF the
house, leaning against the veranda,
where. on a night long past, boy had
hid and a girl had wept A small
creaking sound fell upon her ear and
she made out an ungsinly figure APP
preaching. wheeling something OF
curious shape.
rs that you, sam?" she said.
Mr. Warden stopped. close by
"Yes'm," he replied. I'm a-gittin' out
de hose to lay de dus' yonnah." He
stretched an arm along the crossbar OF
the reel, relaxing himself. apparently
for conversation. "Y-all done cnange
consid'a Miss Airil." he continued
with the directness of one sure OF privi-
lege.
You think so. Sam?''
''Yes'm. Ev'ybody think so, I reckon.
Ben table lot o. talum bout you to-
day. Dunno how al dem Otn young
ladies goin' to take it!' He laughed
with immoderate delight. yet. as to the
volume of mere sound, discreetly, with
an eye to open windows. You got EN-
all beat, Miss Airill Dey Amt BEN
no one round dis town evan got In a
thousum mile o. you! Fer looks. an
de way you walk an cay yo'self; an
as fer de clio es--name o. de good Ian,
honey, dey ain never see style befo'l
Ny ole woman say you got mo- nxin' :
in a minute dan lie whole res of EN- got
in a yeah. She says when she helpin
you onpack she must a see mon a hun
erd paths o. slippahs alonel An de good
Man knows / membuh wen you run
MIN roun' de back-yods an up de alley
rompin> 18th Joe Louden, same you's a
boy!'
DO you ever see Mr.. Louden, now
adays?' she asked.
His laugh was repeated with the
same discreet violence. Ain 1 seen
him dis ve'y day. fur up de street at de
gate yonnah, standin' 18th you, Wen
drivin' de Judge?
''You--you didn't happen to see him
anywhere this-this afternoon7"
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