Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1908-01-23

Vutulu Tie organ, VOICE WHICH mdue
vivid the picture of the woman who
owned it 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 inconceivabIe lingering up
on each syllable "Roos-cyoo the Poor
oosh-oongr 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 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 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 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 tc
give voice, these in turn stimulating
rnose 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
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
aisapproval 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 sau revoir' to Miss
Tabor for me- he added, peering out
under his hand. Il 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 tau revoir.'"
Il won't dear. Good night!'
"Good nightl'' She lifted her face,
and he kissed her perfunctorily. Then
be came down the steps and went
slowly toward the gate, looking about
him into the darkness as IL 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 APP
preaching, wheeling something of Gu
rious 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 change
considerable, Miss Airil,'' he continued,
with the directness Of one sure of
privilege.
"You think so, Sam?'
"Yes'm. Ev'ybody think so, reckon.
Ben a table lot O. talkum bout you
today. Dunno how all dem 9TH young
ladies' goin' take it." He laughed with
immoderate delight, yet as to the vol
ume of mere sound discreetly. with an
eye to open windows. "You got 'em
all beat, Miss Airil! Dey ain ben no
one roun' dis town evan got in thou
SAN mile O. you! Fer looks an de way
you walk an cay yo'self an as fer
de clo'es name O. de good lam, honey.
dey ain nevah see style befo'! My ole
woman say you got mo- fxin's In
minute dan de whole res of 'em got In
a yeah. She say when she helpin' you
onpack she must "a see mon hunerd
paths O. slippahs alone! An de good
man knows | 'membuh wen you rum
MIN roun' de back yods an up de alley
rompin' 18th Joe Louden same you's
boyl''
DO you ever see Mr.. Louden nova
daysY she asked.
His laugh was repeated with the
same discreet violence. "Ain' I seen
him dis ve'y day fur up de street at de
gate yonnah. stan'in' 18th you Wen !
drivin' de judgeY
"You-you didn't happen to see him
anywhere this-this afternoon"
Nom, ain see him." Sans laugh
ter vanished. and his lowered voice be
came serious. 81 ain see him, but |
hearu about him."