The Detroit times., 1912-07-03


and If you want breakfast. you'll have
TO let your cook ont OF the cellar.
locked the poor fellow in one of those
dark cells"
IL had momentarlly been growing
lighter. and now that gray OF early
morning trembled and flushed with
the imminent dawn. Streamers and
remnants OF rose and beryl were flung
from the expectant eastern horizon 10
tho zenith, across the heavens pale
amethyst, broadening and merging.
until all the east glowed in n gold-shot
glory, a tender. ineffable wonder OF
coming dawn.
We must. | think, have looked a
strange group in the magic light or
though she had set herself somewhat
10 rights, had something OF the Snpu-
dent registering air let by riled piu-
mage. and her usual stay-at-home par
lor was stained by the flush OF IT,
umphant excitement. The dark face
OF the little maid wore two high spots ,
OF color, and her great eyes looked
tired and feyerlsh, while her prin-
ness, Ike that OF Mrs. Lathrop's.
seemed rumpled and umbled out OF
reality. Ephraim Bond, shrinking half
behind them, looked smaller than my
memory OF him, a wispish, white
shred Of man, a layed soul crlnging
before the beauty of the day. And I
knew myself to look no more normal
than the rest. My clothes were torn
and dirty; my face smutChed and
streaked with cobwebs, my left hand
half covered by torn glove, my right
hideous In unaccustomed nakedness.
or US all Nancy alone seemed neither
garish nor out OF place. but stood with
the dawns glory in her eyes, as fresh
ana TaIF and lovely as SONIC How
awakened flower. seeming herself the
very embodiment OF the soft fires OF
dawn, as If morning itself yearned to-
ward her and In very ecstasy spread
the earth as a carpet for her feet.
She must have felt my look; for
slowly and confidently she turned her
eyes TO mine, bride eyes, that barred
for me the tender eternal mystery OF :
the soul within, held my own for an
indefinite instant. and again were
softly yelled, deep mirrors of the JOY
OF sunrise From some nearby mea-
dow a thrush burst suddenly into
song, a cascading, LIQUID trill OF rap
tuTous melody Nancy smiled with 1t
and stretched out her hand TO me. and
without 4 spoken word we turned ourl
backs upon the nightmare Of the ivied'
building, and took the road toward the
village. Somewhere behind rs the 9TH
els followed-already ! had forgotten
them. For while we still went on
in silence. walking hand in hand, as
two children might. The sun now was
fairly risen, and on all sides OF us
dew-laden grass and leaf flashed and
sparkled. Song sparrows leaped to,
hedge tops at our coming, huttered
ana poised moment, warbled
snatches of their morning roundelays
and hutlered on TO some new vantage
point. Nancy sighed contentedly.
Il was not afraid" she said not at
ali afraid, except for you. for l knew
tnat you would come and that every,
thing would be all right But oh, Ma.
son dear, / am glad that il Is over. 1t
was the waiting, think, that was the
hardest"
DO YOU care" asked, Ito go home
again? Home, ! mean, where | first
took YOU, or does the place brighten
you now"
Nancy shook her head. II hoped
you would want 10 go there. Mason.
because Of so many things; good
things, that were SO much bigger than
the had
From somewhere ahead OF us
beard faint throbbing. a muffled pull
sation Of sound that grew steadily
louder. Nancy looked up at me inquir-
ingly. We both stopped and listened
over the crest OF hill, about half a
mile away, appeared an automobile, a
little. sweeping thing that came down
the road at gathering speed, break
ing the quiet with an increasing roar.
and growing and looming as IL drew
near like some red, insane monster,
taking senseless, pre-prandial rush
across country. It's red paint flashed
and glittered. and a long trail OF dust
stretched behind It over the road :,
We stood aside to let Il pass, but Il
slowed down and stopped, painting in
the road before us. A rather grimy
young fellow in dusty, corded livery
sat 1T the Wheel and beside him a III.
tie man in goggles, swaddled In an
enormous ulster. whose collar nearly
reached the cloth cap which he had
pulled down over his eyes. The little
man beckoned me with a gauntleted
hand, and | stepped across TO the car.
thinking that he wanted to ask some
question about the road.
(Continued.)