St. Tammany farmer., 1909-05-15

I been mere ulOntn, ana VIC nav FS%@
seen a flower in it yet. How long
has that hedge been growing, Mrs.
Field?"
Some of it's twenty year-old,
maybe more. The last planted was
eleven year ego"
Mrs. Bowden drew a long breath.
"How dear and oldtimey and strag-
gly it is! Now if my cuttings grow
and you must show me how to manage
them, Mrs Field,-Pll be the proudesT
woman in the world. And when you
sit in church and smell the blossoms,
they'll be so sweet you'll think II
your own lavender, and not mine at
all?"
ST don't go to church, said Mrs.
Field.
On one side of the fence rose the
graves, very distinct in the clear yel'
low of the west, and beyond them the
church, distinct and dark. On the
other stood the narrow old house, a
side window one sheet of quiet ra-
dance. The hedge looked dim and
cloud-like, and seemed to float away
| into the softened space. Beyond the
hedge stretched acre after acre OF
| market-garde whose already FUR
rowed levels were filing with phan-
tom mist, and out of this ghostl1ness
| was blown a primeva1 aroma that
could be subtly detected under that OF
the lavender.
ST don't go to church." repeated Mrs.
Field. "T got tired of hearing preach
ers talk about Mary Magdalenes and
the thief on the cross. You'd think
there was only two kinds of COM
m>ndments that ever got broke"
Mrs. Bowden looked rather vague.
Il guess everybody gets tired OF
preaching sometime she said. Then
she laughed. It seemed easy for her
to do so.
Her neighbor gone, Mrs. Field stood
moment gazing out into the church
yard. If she had put her hand over
the sunken palings, she could have
touched her husbands tombstone. He
had been a hard man. A certain rig
idity of conduct had brought him an
enyiable reputation. which, after his
death, had ripened and mellowed into
that Of the saint. Some fleeting recol-
lections of their early youth, when
they had both lived away from the
neighborhood, came into his wife's
mind. Then some later and keener
ones that reused and stung her. All
at once she spoke out sharply. "You
helped to drive her to it, John
Field, and then, just like man, you
had to go and die, and leave me to
bear it, Her voice rang out, pelting
the air as though with stones. Sin
ner, sinner, sinner!"
She went back to her humble task
of tying the lavender stalks, but the
light grew DINNER, the yard began
to melt away into the gathering dark
ness, and presently she flung her
apron over the unfinished heap on the
little table and looked around and
abSut her. Il wonder il she'll come"
she said. An added breathlessness
took possession of her. Her body ap-
peared to strain forward in an atti-
tude of almost painful watchfulness.
Il wonder If she'll come tonight" She
repeated, as she went into the house.
Out in the lane each tree was a soft.
blurred black, behind which stretched
the distant and exquisite west. The
road itself was half-blotted track.
There were the old, shrill noises in
the hidden grass.
Mrs. Field came out to her 'front.'
door. "Jean," she called softly.
1t seemed to her, SO sharp was her
longing, that the girl must rise up be-
fore her out of the brooding dark
All hopes, her desires, her schemes
her ambitions, had resolved them.
selves into that one cry of her forlorn
heart. She had given up church. mar.
ket, friends, all the petty but absorb.
ing threats of country life. and lived
eleven lonely years in lonely house
that she might be at home whenever
Jean returned. Against that hour tina
chamber had been kept ready. tha
garden pruned and tended in the old
fashion. There should be nothing
new, nothing accusing and strange.
"Jean," and her voice struck ;n+o
HAC ouSA WALL passion Gnat was HIcs
flame, "if you're dead, come hac11"
A step came faltering along the lane
outside.
"Jean!"
There was no answer.
Old Mrs. Field went swiftly down
the gravel path.
The step began to draw nearer
Il knew you'd come back. lean Y,va
been waiting. There's only Won onS
me now. Your fathers dead y
The guests came and rocked aga;rs.
the far golden sky.
Jean! Jean!"
There was no answer.
Mrs. Field ran out into the ro.s
cropping blindly before her with ' o.'t
stretched hands. e
A hating figure came out Of tba n.,.
darkness and swayed towards the 60 ca
den gate. 40 en7 gar
1ean!" cried old Mrs Field
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