The Garland globe. [volume] (Garland, Utah) 1906-191?, 1906-03-10

M Ing cab, took OH his Fan
ANA hat, and mopped his
perspiring brow. The brow had broken
from its oldtime limits and reached
nearly to the back of his head. He
was clean shaven and ruddy-a fine
specimen Of well-preserved years.
"Whar you want to go, sur?'
The negro cabman stood with his
hand on the door and bowed obse-
quiously. This was just the kind to
give half-dollar and ask no charge.
"To Whaley's Hotel"
"Whaleys Hotel! Good graciousw
The negro stepped bhck and beckoned
to another driver. Then he turned re-
spectfuly to his passenger. "Dey amt
no Whaley's Hotel now, sub, but a
done burn down, sub, TO / was born,
/ reckon"
"Hm-mw The stranger was evil
IDENTIFY 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"
Thanked, subj" said JEFF. He had
not mistaken the species.
Don't drive too fast. I want to see
the places as CO."
Judge Blashford was passing through
an experience that, under the most
favorable circumstances, is never with
out its pangs. He was. revisiting for
the first time the scene of his early
manhood. He had been educated in
this little Missouri town. 1t was en-
deared to him by many tender assOcia-
tons. He had left 1t a youth OF twen-
ty and now was returning, forty years
later, expecting to find everything I'M
changed. As he leaned back in the
carriage and closed his eyes, blessed
memories were forming a picture OF
the little old and bare church, which
had been the gate of heaven to his
soul.
"Hyeali's de church, subj" The car.
rage stopped before a handsome brick
edifice with cathedral glass and stone
steps.
"The church" The Judge sat up
right and looked bewildered.
"Yass, sub. Dis de Presbyterian
Church. Maybe you was thinkin' bout
de old one. Dat done pull down long
time ago, subj"
Judge Bashford experienced a feeling
ce keen disappointment. "Drive on"
he said briefly.
He was looking out intently MS they
passed down the street. yes" he
said musingiy, 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 recol.
lection of Holmes words:
There's nothing on earth that keeps its
youth,
So far as know, but tree and truth"
stop at the next corner, boy" said
the judge. The next corner would be
the old Dyer place. II rose before him
4 as IL he had seen II yesterday, the big,
square white house with brick pave
ment leading up to 1t. Set In this walk
was generous heart filed with flow
ers, painters brush" and golden but.
TONS" pink and p0rtulaca. BY the
side Of the parlor window on the east
was smoke tree, and grape arb0r
was in the garden. The carriage
stopped. "Hyeah's de corner, sub"
1t had been transformed into n com
monplace business block. Not yes.
tige of smoke tree or flowers left.
Drive me to the hotel" said the
passenger, with kindling sympathy
for Rip Van Wrinkle in his heart. He
felt bereaved. The depression that
had fallen upon him deepened as he
talked with the landlord after dinner
1t seemed to him that he had returned
to place of tombs. The "boys" were
gone; the girls" had passed away. II
was some minutes before he could
bring himself to the point of asking
that for which he had come back
"And Colonel Cailborne's family?" h,
said at last, interrogatlyely. "What
has become of them"
The landlord shook his head "AIost
OF them are gone. The old Colone
died twenty years ago, j reckon, ane
his wife soon after. John, you remem
Der John, the youngest boy; well. hI
WAS killed. His girl lives here Will
Miss Bette now; she raised her
Mighty pretty girl she Is, too. The,
say she Is going to marry young Fales
You remember the Faleses, don't your
And he volnble landlord switched of
TO conversational sdetrack. Tn,
judge did not follow him closely. II,
had the information that he most de
sired.
Miss Bette Claiborne was at tina
precise moment making strawberr!
preserves. ~ won't put up many,
she was thinking rather drearily, a
she measured out the sugar 'Whel
little Bettle's gone there won't he any
body but Delphy and me, and-i'n