The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1908-12-12

secret OF creation OF Just the lost digamma! Some
how. they stood in that quiet Enclosure. framing
its picture under the arch at either end Hol
listers lost hold his ideals began to come
back to him. And then he wondered what
thoughts were passing through the mind of the
girl beside him. for her face growing more
troubled
It's not fair. it's not fair. it's not fair she sud
denly exclaimed, Ringing out her hands that some
folks should live in much beauty! All those
books there-the boys go in and read them and
smell the shrubs and look out this perfect court
and dream themselves into any mood Bul |. who
trying to create moods. too have to do'it in
roundings that awful / want to succeed.
want to succeed | want to be artist, too! l
1 dead"
Come said Hollister I'VE will go up the canal.
far up the country Things will look differ
ent there He was beginning dimy to divine her
story. The girl. for whom canoeing evidently
new sport climbed gingerly down upon the cush-
ions. Hollister threw of his coat. rolled up his
slee1es over arms white that he felt ashamed.
dipped his paddle in astern and the boat moved up
the canal in the still summer Neither of
them spoke. With the feel OF paddle in his
wrists. the his back the outdoors all around
him. the man too full of the renewed Joy OF
physical existence With every dig.of his blade in
to water. with every answering life and squirt
OF the boat. he felt if blood pumping
through him. The girl lay back the cushions,
half In exhaustion half in delicious languor an
abandonment To- repose, and watched the green
banks slip through half-cosed lids.
Low Bridget" cried Hollister presently. AS
they ducked and shot under the cool shadow where
dusty sunbeams filtered through the cracks
above. their met. He smiled at her
ingly and, leaning forward touched her hand.
We're getting farther and farther away from it,"
he said.
The canal ran placidly on for a mile two wild
enng above Mr. Carnegie's foolish lake. The day
MINDLESS, the still mirror Birds
sang IN the trees on the bank; through the trees
on the distant hill the towers of Princeton began
to emerge. Once or twice they lay up against the
embankment while slow canal boat was lowed
past. Each time when the wash of the boat had
gone down, they moved on again, but ever more
slowly. for the lazy peace of the canal work
ing upon them.
Canals have always had q strange fascination
for me-, said Hollister. once. when was very
little chap the train from town ran along be-
side one. and used to wonder where all the barges
came from and where they went, just George
Moore says he used to do. There is mystery
about a canaI-about this canal for instanceI
Where does 1t begin. where does it end? Who dug
it in the long ago? 1t seems ages old, a part of
nature, OF the landscape. And like all canals,
though 1t leads from somewhere to somewhere
else. yet the water does not flow. 1t is still and
quiet like secret
1t is the most utterly peaceful thing have
known; it is rest cure" said the GIRL and shut
her eyes.
BY and by they passed the end of Mr. Carnege's
foolish lake and drew a little town. The noon
hush the world. Their boat gided along
the depths OF the sky. still the water All
sounds had ceased. save the barking of distant
dog and the happy cry of child. Before them
white rock barred their way. To the left the lock-
keepers cottage. bright with whitewash and
gay with red geranium in pot beside the door,
Iooken down at it's reflection in the black water.
Just at that moment there not a soul in sight,
and from the steeple. thin and faint, drfted down
the sound of bell, tolling twelve