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81 never heard such nonsense" he
continued to protest, at the same time
moving down the walk toward the
gate, leaning heavily on his stick.
"Nothln' of the kind. There amt any
logic to that kind of an argument, nor
no reason"
you see, | understand you" she
called after him. I'm sorry you 60
away in the bitterness of being found
out"
Found OUT His stick ceased for a
moment to tGp the cement. Pooh"
he calculated uneasily. There was a
pause. followed by a malevolent
chuckle. AT any rate" he said, with
Joy in the afterthought, you'll never
go walkin' with him again"
He waited for the answer. which
came, after n 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 her she
could see Mamie. seated In the IA
mlliar chair, following with happy and
tender eyes the figure of Eugene. who
was pacing up and down the room.
The town was deadly quiet Ariel could
hear the sound of footsteps perhaps
block away. She went to the gate and
gazed long time into the empty
street, watching the yellow grains of
light sieved through the naples from
the arc lights on the corner moving to
and fro In the deep shadow as the
lamp swung slightly In the night air.
Somewhere not far away the peace
was broken by the screams of par
lor organ which honked and walled
in pious ngonies (the intention was
hymnaD, intermlnably protracting each
spasm. Presently woman's voice
outdid the organ. voice which made
vivid the picture of the woman who
owned 1t and the plowed forehead of
her above the nose glasses when the
grace notes" were proudly given
birth. RESCUE the Perishing' was the
startlingly appropriate selection, rem
dered with inconcevable lingering up
on each syllable" Roos- cyoo the Poor
oosh-oong" At unexpected intervals
two male voices evidently belonging
to men who had contracted the habit
OF holding tin in their mouths. joined
the lady in thorough search for the
lost chord.
That was the last of slence in Ca
man for an hour or so. The organ
was merely inaugural. Across the
street a piano sounded Firm, en-
| phatic, determined vocal competition
with the instrument here also; Rock
of Ages" the incentive. Another piano
presently followed suit in a neiahbor-
ing house-"Precious Jewels" More
distant. a second orgun was heard.
Other pianos, other organs, took up
other themes, and, as wakeful pup
! pys barking will 60 over a village at
night, stirring first the nearer dogs to
give voice. these in turn stimulat ting
| 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 "Rcscue the
Perishing' enliven the greater part of
Canaan.
| 1t 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 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 Tab1r-thc very name
Of the girl who had shared the towns
disapproval 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. lie was saying good
night to Mamie
! And please say 'au revoir to Miss
Tabor for me-" he added, pcerins out
under his hand. Il don't know where
she can have gone"
Probably she cane in and went to
her room" said Mamie.
Don't forget to tell her 'au revor'"
| Il won't dear Good night
Good night" She lifted her face,
and he kissed her perfunctorly. 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 ut the side of the
house, leaning against the veranda,
where. on night long past. a boy had
hid and a girl had wept A small
creaking sound fell upon her ear, and
she made out an ungainly figure sp-
preaching. wheeling something Of Gu
rious shape.
"1s 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 Airll," he continued,
with the directness Of one sure Of
privilege
You think 30, Sam?'
"Yes'm. Ev'ybody think so, reckon.