The Lake County times. [volume] (Hammond, Ind.) 1906-1933, 1907-03-08

phatic, determined vocal competition
with the instrument here also; Rock
Of Ages" the incentive Another piano
presently followed suit in a neighbor-
ing house-''Precious Jewels" More
distant, second organ was heard.
Other pianos, other organs, took up
other themes, and, as a wakeful pup
py's barking will go over a village at
night, stirring first the nearer dogs to
give voice, these In turn stimulating
those farther away to join, one pass
ing the excitement on to another, until
hounds in farmyardS far beyond the
town contribute to the long distance
conversation, even so did RESCUE the
Perishing" enliven the greater part Of
Canaan.
1t was this that made Ariel realize O
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 girl
hood, now grown to seem the girlhood
of some other person. 1t was true her
foot was on her native heath and her
name was Ariel Tabor-the very name
of the girl who had shared the towns
dtsapproval with Joe Louden! Rescue
the Perishing" brought it all back to
her, and she listened to these sharply
familiar rites of the Canaanite Sab
bath evening With shiver of pain.
She turned from the gate to go into
the house, heard Eugene's voice at the
| door and paused. He was saying good
night to Mamie.
And please say 'au revolr' to Miss
Tabor for me-" he added, peering out
under his hand. 81 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'"
Il won't, dear. Good night!'
Good nightp' 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 If searching
for something. But Ariel had fed
away from the path of light that led
from the open door.
She skinned noiselessly 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 girl had wept. A small
creaking sound fell upon her ear, and
she made out an ungainly figure ap-
preaching, wheeling something of Gu
rious shape
us 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 change
considerable, Miss Airil," he continued,
with the directness Of one sure of
privilege.
'You think so. SamY'
"Yes'm. Ev'ybody think so, I reckon.
Ben a table lot O. talkum bout you
today. Dunno how all dem 9th young
ladies gon' take it." He laughed with
immoderate delight, yet as to the vol
ume of mere sound dscreetly, with an
eye to open windows. "You got 'em
all beat, Miss Airil! Dey aim ben no
one roun' dis town evan got in a thou
SAN mile O. you! Fer looks an de way
you walk an cay yo'self an as fer
&c clo'es-name O. de good lam, honey,
dey aim nevah see style befo'! My ole
woman say you got mo- fxin's in q
minute dan de whole res of 'em got in
a yeah. She say when she helpin' you
onpack she must "a see mon a hunerd
paths O. slippahs alone. 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 6
boyr'
do you ever see Mr.. Louden nova.
days?' she asked.
His laugh was repeated with the
same discreet violence. Ain l seer
him dis vey day fur up de street at dc
gate yonnah, stan'in' 18th you wen
drivin' de judge?"
"You-you didn't happen to see hin
anywhere this-this afternoon"
Nom, ain see him." Sans laugh
ter vanished, and his lowered voice be
came serious. 81 ain see him, but
hearn about him"
what did you hear"
"Dey ben considerable stir on de aidg'
o. town. reckon" he answered grave
". AN dey ben havin' some trouble
out at de Beach
Beaver Beach, do you mean"
''Yes'm. Dey ben some shootin' go
in on out dat way"
She sprang forward and caught a
his arm without speaking.
Joe Louden all right" he said reas
suringly. Ain nurfum happen Il
him. Nigh as / kin mex out FIN d.
talk, dat Happy Fear gone on de ram
page ag'in, an dey hatta sent fer Mist
Louden to come in a hurry"
CHAPTER XIV.