Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-11-19


scarlet, and saffron, and gold, with gloomy
brow and somber eyes.
But presently the black bird that lived in
the apple tree beneath his window, the tree
of the inqulsitive turn of mind, this black
bird fellow, opening a drowsy eye, must
needs give vent to a croak, very hoarse and
feeble; then, apparently having yawned
prodgiously and stretched himself, wing and
leg he tried a couple of notes in a hesitating,
tentative sort of fashion, shook himself, re-
peated the two notes, tried three, found
them mellower, and more what the waiting
world very justly expected of him, grew
more confident, tried four tried five, grew
perfectly assured, and so burst forth into the
full, golden melody of his morning song.
Then Beew, leaning out from his case
ment, as the first bright beams of the rising
sun gilded the topmost leaves of the tree,
thus apostrophized the unseen singer:
al suppose you will be piping away down
there in your tree old fellow, long after
Arcadia has faded out of my life. Well,
it will be only natural, perfectly right, of
course-she will be here, and may, perhaps,
stop to listen to you. Now if, somehow you
could manage to compose for me Song of
Memory, some evening when I'm gone, some
evening when she happens to be sitting idle,
and watching the moon rise over the upland
yonder; if, at such time, you could just
manage to remind her of newly, I'd
thank you And so-goodby. old fellow"
Saying which, Bellew turned from the
window, and took up a certain bullying, be-
strapped portmanteau, while the blackbird,
having evidently hearkened to his request
with much grave attention, fell a singing
more gloriously than ever.
MEANWHILE, Bellew descended the
A'A great, wide stair, soft of foot and
cautious of step, yet pausing once to look
toward certain closed door, and SO pres
emily let himself quietly out into the dawn.
The dew sparkled in the grass, it hung in
glitterlng Jewels from every leaf and tw1g,
while now and then a shining drop would
fall upon him as he passed, like great tear.
Now, as he reached the orchard, up rose
the Sun in all his majesty, filling the world
with the splendor of his coming, before
whose kindly beams the skulking mists and
shadows shrank affrighted and fled utterly
away.
This morning King Arthur wore his
grandest robes of state, for his mantle of
green was thick with a myriad flaming
gems; very different he looked from that
dark, shrouded giant who had so lately been
Conspirator Number Two. Yet, perhaps for
this very reason, Bellew paused to lay a hand
upon his mighty, rugged bole, and, doing So,
turned and looked back at the House of
Dapplemere.
And truly never had the old house seemed
so beautiful so quaint and peaceful, as now.
Its every stone and beam had become ia
miar, and as he looked seemed to find an
individuality of its own, the very lattices
seemed to look back at him, like so many
wistful eyes.
Therefore, George Bellew, American citi-
zen, millionaire, traveller, explorer, and
lover, sighed as he turned away, sighed as he
strobe on through the green and golden
morning. and utely-looked back no
more.
CHAPTER xxx. OF the Moons Message
to Small Porges. and How He Told 1t to
Bellew-in Whisper
RELLEW walked on at good pace with
- his back turned resolutely toward the
House of Dapplemere, and thus, as he swung
into that narrow, grassy lane that wound
away between trees, he was much surprised
to hear distant hail Facing sharp about,
he espied a diminutive figure whose small
legs trotted very fast, and whose small fist
waved weatherbeaten cap.
Bellows first impulse was to turn and run;
but Bellew rarely acted on impulse. There