Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-09-04
HALLE ERMlNlE XIV
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there now but there should be more
| steeds stamping in those stains 1iS
day. good horse-fesh bougnt VIII T'i,1
sound walnut timber from the ~
side. How he and Shlrley Woulu =,
galloping over those gleanllhe ~
in that roseate tutufe=Wien
longed to him! -. of
Uncle Jefferson, from the door Oh
the kitchen. watched him SWINGING
about in the sunshine, whistling the
Indian Serenade. :. do
"Young mars feel way up in DE
clouds dis day." he said to Aunt
Daphne. "He wake up ez glad ez eI
he done 'fessed 'ligion las night;
! Well. all de folkses certn'y joyce
deyselves. OF Mistah Fargo oohe
eat bout forty uh dem jumbies. AID
heah him talkin' ter Mars, John.
'Reck'n yo' mus hab er crackanJac;h
cook down heah,' he say. Hyun'
| hyuh!" ,,-,,u
"G'way wild yo' blackgyardin'!"
shifted Aunt Daphne, delighted
Don need ter come eroun' honey
caffuddlin' mel"
Oats whut he say" insisted
| Uncle jefferson; che did fo' er fac
| She drew her hands from the suds
and looked at him anxiously. Jet-
f'son, yo' reck'n Mars John gwineter
| fotch dat Yankee 'ooman heah ter
| Danny Co'ot, ter be ouah mistls?"
"Humphl" scoffed her spouse. Dat
high-falutin' gal whut done swaller
| de ramrod? No sur-ree-bob-ta tail! De
o.dah yo' gifts, de mo- fooiishah yo'
citations is! Don yo' no mo- trouble
| on yo' back den yo' kin keek off'p
| yo' heelsl She ain gwineter run dis
place, er OF Devil-John tuhn ovah in
he gravel"
Sunset found Valiant sitting in the
mushroom before the old square
piano. In the shadowy chamber the
keys of mother of pearl cleaned with
dull colors under his fingers. He
struck at first only broken chords,
that became finally the haunting bar
carole of "Tales of Hoffman," 1t
was the air that had drifted across
the garden when he had stood with
Shirley by the sun-dial, in the mo-
ment in their first kiss. Over and over
! he played it, improvising dreamy
variations, till the tender melody
seemed the dear ghost of that en-
brace. At length he went into the
library and in the erimsoning light
sat down at the desk and began to
write:
Dear Bluebird of Mine:
ST can't wait any longer to talk to
you. Less than a day has passed
since we were together, but it might
have been cons, if one measured time
by heart-beats. What have you been
doing and thinking, I wonder? I have
spent those cons in the garden, just
wandering about, dreaming over those
wonderful, wonderful moments by the
sun-dial. All, dear little wild heart
born of the flowers, with the soul of
a bird (yet you are woman, tooD that
old disk is marking happy hours now
for me!
How have 1 deserved this thing
that has come to me?-sad bungler
that I have been! Sometimes 1t
seems too glad and sweet and 1 am
suddenly desperately afraid 1 shall
wake to find myself facing another
dull morning in that old. useless,
empty life of mine. am very
humble dear, before your love.
Shall tell you when it began with
me? Not last night nor the day we
planted the ramblers. (Do you know,
when your little muddy boots went
trampling down the earth about their
roots, l wanted to stoop down and
kiss it? So dear everything about
you wash Not that evening at Rose
wood, with the arbor fragrance about
us. q think l shall always picture
you with roses about you. Red roses
the color of your lipsD No, it was not
then that it began-nor that dreadful
hour when you fought with me to
save my Hfe-nor the morning you sat
your horse in the box-rows in that
yewgreen habit that made your hair
look like molten copper No, it began
the first afternoon, when sat in my
n
has never left me since, by day or by
night. And yet there are people in
this age of airships and honking
| highways and typewriters who think
| love at first sight is as out of date as
our little grandmothers' hoops rust
| ing in the garnet. All, sweetheart, T.
for one, know better!
Suppose 1 had not come to Vir-
ginia-and know you! My heart jumps
when I think of it. 1t makes one be-
| lieve in fate. Here at the Court ]
found an old leaf-calendar-it sits
at my elbow now, just as I came on
| it. The date it shows Is May 14th
and its motto is: Every man carries
his fate upon a riband about his
neck l like that.
THAT first Sunday at St. An
drew's, I thought of a day-may il
be soon!-when you and | might stand
before that altar, with your people
| (my people, too, now around us, and
| shall hear you say: I, Shirley
| take. thee, john And to think II
is really to come truei Do you re-
member the text the minister
preached from? 1t was But all men
perceive that they have riches, and
that their faces shine as the faces OF
angels l think I shall go about
henceforth with my face shining, sc
that all men will see that 1 have
riches-your love for me, dear.
II am SO happy l can hardly see
the words--or perhaps it is that the
sun has set. l am sending this over
| by Uncle Jefferson. Send me back
just a word by him, sweetheart, tc
say l may come to you tonight. AND
add the three short words | am sc
thirsty to hear over and Overcome
verb between two pronouns-so thai
can kiss them all at once!"
He raised his head, little flushed
and with eyes brilliant, lighted g
| candle. sealed the letter with the
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