The Detroit times., 1913-11-25

its faint elusive perfume Only last
night. under the moon. he had stood
there with Shirley in his arms. A
gush OF the unbelievable sweetness
of that moment poured over him. HIS
face softened.
Standing with his sandaled feet
deep in the white blossoms, the sun
on his damp hair and the loose robe
clinging 10 his moist limbs, he gave
himself TO sudden day-dream. \
wonderful waking dream of JOY over,
flooding years OF ambitionless ease; OF
the Damory Court that should be IN
days TO come.
Summer would pass 20 autumn.
with maple-foliage falling In golden
rain. and fawn-brown fields scattered
with life-everlasting with the wine
red beauty OF October It's purple
pageant OF crimsoning woods, us
opal haze of Indian summer and scent
OF burning leaves Frost would lay
its spectral stain over the old house
like star-dew. and the scent OF cider
would linger under the apple-trees. In
his minds eye he could see Uncle
Jefferson bent with the weight OF
hickory-logs for the eager chimney
riece. deep as the easement Of for
tress Snow-sandaled winter would
lay it's samite on the dark blue ram
parts OF the mountains. and droop the
naked boughs of the mock-orange
bushes. dishevel the evergreens like
rough -and.tumble schoolboys, and
cover the frosted ruts OF the Red
Road But in Damory Court would
be cheerful warmth and friendly
noises. with a loved woman standing
before the cracking fireplace whose
noticed II clinge' was for him writ.
| ten In her fringed and gentian eyes.
So he stood dreaming dream IN
, the open sunlight. OF future that
should never end Of work and plan.
OF comradeship and understanding. %
cheer and tenderness and clasping
hands and cunging lips--of a wom-
ans arms held out In that same ador-
able gesture OF the tourney field 20
little childrens uncertain footsteps
across that polished floor.
| When he came from the little close
there was a new mystery in the sun
shine. a fresh and joyous meaning in
the intense blue overarching OF the
impenetrable sky Every bird-note
held its own love-secret A wood
thrush sang II from a silver birch be
side the summerhouse, and a bob
white whistled IL In the little valley
beyond. Even the long trip hammer
of far-away woodpecker beat a IA
diant tattoo.
He paused TO greet the flaming pea
cock that sent out curdling screech
in which the tentative potterack' pot
terack' OF a guinea-fowl tangled itseI
softly. go on he invited "Ex
plode all you want to. old Fire-Crack
er. Hang your purple-and-gold pes
simism, You only make the bird.
sound sweeter Perhaps that's wha
you're for-who knows"
| He tried to work, but work was no
for that marvellous afternoon. II,
wandered about the gardens. plan
ming this or that addition 4 httl'
longer sweep to the ansy-bed--'
clump Of bullrushes at the farthel
end OF the lake. He peered into thu
stable: saddle horse stood there
now, but there should be more steedi
| stamping in those stalls one day
good horse flesh bought with sounC
walnut timber from the hillside. How
he and Shirley would go gallopins
over those cleaning roads, in that ro
seate future when she belonged &
him.
Uncle Jefferson. from the door q
the kitchens, watched him swngini
about in the sunshine, whistling tn
Indian Serenade.
Young Mars feel way up in d,
clouds dis day" he said to Aunt Dapn
ne. "He wake up ez glad ez If HI
done 'fessed 'hgion las night. Wei
all de folkses cert'n'y 'joyed de.
selves. OF Mistah Fargo done ca
I bout forty uh dem jumbles Al
heah him talkin tor Mars John
'Reck'n 20 mus hab or crackahjaci
cook down heah.' he say. Hyun
hyuh!"
/ "Gway Wild yo' blackgyardiu
shifted Aunt Daphne. delighted
Don need ter come eroun honey-caf
fuddlin me-"
Oats whut he say" insisted Uncl'
Jefferson: he did 70 er fac"
( She drew her hands from the sud
and looked at him anxiously. "Jeff
son. yo' rsck'n Mars John gwinete
fotch dat Yankee CONAN heah te
Danny Co'ot. ter be ouah mistis7"
"Humph!" scoffed her spouse 'Da
highfalutin' gal whit done swaller d'
ramrod? No suh-ree-bob-tail De oil
f-dah yO gifts. de mo- fOolishah yo c.