Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-10-15

one, world without end-Amen! 80, you
see, it's all right, an we're just waiting till
the Money Moon comes, aren't we, Uncle
Porges?7
"Yes, old chap yes" nodded Bellew,
until the Money Moon comes"
And so there fell silence between them;
yet silence that held wondrous charm of
its own,-a silence that lasted so long that
the coppery curls dropped lower and lower
upon Bellows ARM until Anthea, signing,
rose, and in very tender voice babe Small
Porges say goodnight. Which he did forth
with, slumberous of voice, and sleepy eyed,
and so, with his hand in Anthea's, went
drowsily up to bed.
WHEREFORE, seeing that Miss Pris-
ella had hustled away into the kitchen,
Bellew sauntered out into the rose garden to
look upon the beauty of the night. The
warm air was fragrant with dewy scents, and
the moon, already high above the treetops,
poured down her gentle radiance upon the
quaint old garden with its winding walks
and clipped yew hedges, while over the
quiet from the dim shadow of the distant
woods, stole the soft, sweet song of nightin-
gale
Bellew walked path bordered with flow
ers, and checkered with silver patches of
moonlight, drinking in the thousand beau
ties about him, staring up at the glory of the
moon, the indigo of the sky, and listening to
the voice of the lonely singer in the wood.
And yet it was of none of these he was think
ing as he paused under the shadow of King
Arthur, nor of Small Porges nor of anyone
or anything in this world, but only of the
sudden, light touch of a warm, soft hand
upon his. Bellew now found that he had
been sitting all this while with an empty
pipe between his teeth, yet content there
with; wherefore he shook his head and Won
dered.
"Be that you, SIR"
"Yes, Adam, it is ].
"Ah! an how might you be feelin' now,
arter your exercise wi the pitchfork, Sir?"
Every fit, thank you Adam. Sit down
and smoke and let us converse together"
"Why, thankee, Sir answered Adam.
producing the small, black clay pipe from
his waistcoat pocket, and accepting Bellows
proffered pouch. "I've been up to the 'ouse
visitin' Prudence the cook-an' rare
cook she be, too, Mr.. Beloo, Sr!"
"And a rare buxom girl into the bargain,
Adam"
"Oh, ah! she's well enough, Sir l won't
go for to deny as she's fine, outstanding,
well shaped, tall, an proper figure of a
woman as ever was Sir-though the Kentish
lasses be a tidy lot, Mr.. Beloo, Sir But,
LORD! Wnen you come 10 Cnlnk OF ner GIT Tor
Yorkshire puddin', likewise jamrollers and
seedcake (Which, though mentioned last,
amt by no manner O means least) ,-when
you come to think of her brew O. ale, an
cider, an ginger wine,-why, then, I'm took,
Sir, I'm took altogether, an the Old Adam
inside o me works hisself into such a state
that if another chap, specially that there
Job Jagway, gets lookin' her way too often
why, it's got to get took out O him or took
out O me in good ard knocks, Mr.. Belloo,
Sir"
@And when are you going to get married,
Adam?"
well, Sir. we was thinkin' that if Miss
Anthea has good season this year we'd get
it over an done wi sometime in October,
Sir; but it's all accordin'.'
According to what?'
@To the ops, Sir,-the hops-'ops, Sir!
They're comm on tine,-ah! scrumptuous
they be! If they don't take the blight, Sir,
they'll be the finest ops this side o Maid
stone. But, then, if they do take the blight
why, then my opes is blighted likewise
-b-l-i-t-e-d.- blighted, Mr.. Belloo, Sir"
which said, Adam laughed once, nodded his
head several times, and relapsed into putting
silence.