Arizona republican., 1911-11-10

Gradually, her sense of desertion be- came intolerable. Many had lost by this memorable storm, but none so heavily as> the old couple in the cove. There were intervals in the rush of repairing fences, roofing barns, and replanting the washed-out fields, wherein still the neighbors' part might be credibly done. The women came to sit with old Verona, observ- ing all too readily her aversion to her daughter-in-law, judging promptly that 1t applied to Jensy's child as well.
 One morning such a neighbor sat with Verona when the little fellow strayed, tottering into the bedroom. His hands were outstretched, his feet eager to run forth across the world, the light of life's dawn was in his eyes. At sight of the world-old mir acle-his likeness to what she loved most and had chung to closest-a brightness like the twinkling of split quicksilver ran over the grandmother face. The likeness, All other inner itance must be but passing clouds to the blue depths of his perfection. Again she was young mother with a babe on her arm; the little Harveys clear eyes looked up from his sons face. When the neighbor rose and hurried the baby out with shrill re- proof, Verona saw with a sort of ter TOT that those who build a house of hate are sometimes forced to live therein.
 All day, after the marplot neighbor had gone, Verona watched the door way for the moth-fitting of a little figure in white, crowned with a folly of curls. Every echo of lisp and bab- ble and crow that reached the dim room gripped her lonely heart, and summoned the unreasoning tears.
 The afternoon brought no other wis ltor. Shadows stole caressingly across the pasture slopes; it grew later and later, and still no one came. After dinner Aaron had hobbled down to the cove, where rebuilding of the old home went forward. When that home was ready she must leave this one whose roof covered the baby. The baby An, Jensy in the other room, thinking Verona asleep, rocked the child and sang softly. Then she began to be worried; she must go to the spring, or the men would pres ently come in tired and find no supper ready; and here was no one to leave with Ma" and the child. She stood for some time hesitating outside the room door, her brows drawn high above her pleasant eyes.
 The westering sun opened a gate into an enchanted land-a cloud-can- yon, dim in maize-colored air, with cliffs of cloud soaring on either side; beyond, a vista of thousand palaces and temples, rajah's dream, domed in golden-tinted alabaster. It was to the old woman a vision of the Prom ised Land Gazing at 1t from her window. she found herself in a hum bier frame of mind toward life, even the little green points that sprang be -ween the clods-toward the fine ferns Incurling, reaching up to grasp at ex- lstence like the baby's hands. The oaby's hands
 The gentle radiance of the west filled all the room as Jensy at last came softly in, her face expressing still some perturbation of mind, the sleeping child in her arms.
 Verona's lids were closed; it was the usual defense in Jensy's presence; but they quivered as the young mother bent and made as if to lay the child in the place she knew to be safest. next the footboard of the four-poster bed.
 Let not the sun go down"-mur- mured the grandmother. Suddenly her eyes opened and rested full on Jensy's face Hits about sundown, ain't hit-Jensy?" she inquired gently.
 The young woman stopped, wistfully regarding the wrinkled face on the pillow, and then glancing down at the flaxen halo of curls against her shoulder.
 I'm sorry," Jensy said, in evident allusion to having walked her mother in-law. 'I was lookin' for somewhars I could leave the baby that he'd be safe. I want to get you a fresh drink from the spring"
 Safe" echoed the deep old tones. Lay him up here side O me so as can see him, won't you-daughter?"
 Jensy did as she was bid, stopping toward the pillows to hide her aston ishment, and settling the warm little body, heavy with sleep. into the new nest with croonings and pattings such as mothers use. She was tucking the coverlets round both helpless forms when she stole a glance at Verona's face and found that 1t was trembling into smiles, and all of that deep. sad mother-heart of hers was in the smile.
 There came sound of footsteps out side. Jensy lifted warning hand. Their two men, refreshed and cooled, after the days work, by a wash-off in Harricane's waters, stood in the door, way. The plangent glories of sunset beat into the dusk of the room. Ve- ropa's gaze passed child and grand child to look into Aaron's tired, hon. est blue eyes.
 "Why, Mother" the old man spoke in that hushed voice which is our trib- ute to a holy presence or the sleep of a little child. yet there was an awaken