The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1911-02-04

sefpossession OF the child, were reassuring fac
tors. Apparently, the two knew what they were
about, though Genevieve Maude was non.committal
so they were allowed to continue their way
They had left the town behind them now and
were trudging along a country road tn the deepen
ing shadows of the late afternoon. Already the
birds were twittering sleepily in the trees, and
light wind had begun a droning lullaby among the
branches. Genevieve Maude was very tired, and,
whatever the increased development of her heart
and SOUL her stomach sadly relaxed. There
was in her, moreover, q sudden loneliness and the
slow birth of sensation new in the experience of
Pastor Wentworths youngest daughter She did not
like the silence, the stretch of dark forest
lay far ahead; but the sudden CLEAN Of tombstones
in cemetery at her right distinctly reassurns,
for 1t gave her her bearings. This she remembered
as she looked at the entrance, the piace where
she and her sisters and her father often came on
Sunday afternoons to put flowers the grave of a
little brother-a little brother Genevieve Maude had
never seen and over whose untimely fate she had
steadfasty refused to sadden her life though Helen
Adeline and Grace Margaret weekly dropped with
dutlful melancholy above his tomb The discovery
of the familiar spot very cheering now, and
she decided to go in and bide awhile. Perhaps some
one would come and get her. She began to expert
strong desire for the presence of grown-ups.
She enlisted Rovers interest in her plan by grasp
ing him firmly by the throat and dragging him with
her through the iron gates of the churchyard.
Then both she and the dog stopped abruptly, start
led by the sound of loud, hysterical crying in
womans voice. Rover hung back for an instant,
the hair bristng fercely his neck but the child
pressed forward with the assurance Of knowledge
and habit. This a grown-up. Her mother
cried almost every day and Genevieve Maude
used to it, for the frequently brought her into
the sickroom to kiss and comfort the in
valid. She knew, therefore, what to do when
cried, she trotted intrepdly along the narrow
path following the sound the unwilling dog keep
ing close to her heels
Across small, newly made grave, in lot next
to the one where her little brother slept lay
dressed in black. Her face seemed buried in the
new earth; long black veil trailed about her
like pail; her figure writhed and the sobs Gene
We've Maude had heard from the gate deep,
longdrawn, and terrible But without hesitation
the baby approached her and put dinpled and
grimy hand the shaking shoulder.
Mustn't cy," she chirped with the most engag-
ing cheerfulness Mustn't c'y Don't cy."
The woman sat up with a great start and turned
wild, wet, surprised eyes upon her. Genevieve
knew her 1t Elinor Chamberss mother, and
all summer Maude and Enor had played together
in the Wentworth garden, and quarreIled fercely
over their mud pies and their dolls. Maude
unued the patting process she always found efec-
tive at home. changing the stroke from shoulder
to knee as the woman changed her position, and
continuing to Groom her murnur OF comfort AS
she patted the others knee. her busy brown eyes
took in all the things about country bury
a rabbit scurrying to cover in distant hedge,
nquisitive and beated robin cooking drowsy eye
at her from nearby path. She was no longer
alone, and a sweet content filled her heart. She
even forgot that she was tired and hungry.