River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1913-01-02

SUCH O6LdliS. DuI lIOm S@
however, the course Of my life was
changed From the impassioned ora
tor and preacher I was transformed
into the man of books and the STUDY
and since then I have lived far from
the larger concourses of men. MY
weekly sermon, for twenty years, mas
been the essence of my weekly toll ID
establishing the authenticity, first. OF
the entire second gospel, and second
of the ten doubtful verses in the III
teenth chapter. My work is now &C
complished-for all time, believe.
From the inception Of what | con
sidered my life mission, made the re-
solve to bequeath to Agatha shaw
whatever manuscripts or other mate
rial Of value my work should lead me
to accumulate, together with tnls
house, in which / have spent all the
later years of my life. You are Aga
tina Shaw's only child, therefore to
me foster-child
Another reason, four years ago, leo
me to confirm my former testament.
From time to time I have informed
myself concerning your movements
and fortunes. The work you have
chosen, my dear Agatha, can Gut De
lieve to be fraught with unusua! dan
gers to young woman. Therefore
hope that this home, modest as II
is, may tempt you to an early retire
ment from the stage, and lead you to
more private ard womanly career
This make only as a request, not as
condition. l bid you farewell, and
give you my blessing.
Faithfully yours,
HERCULES THAYER."
Agatha Redmond folded the thin
sheets carefully. There was mist in
her gaze as she looked off toward the
distant city lights.
Dear old gentleman! His whole
love-story, and my mothers too, per-
haps!" Her quickened memory re-
called childish impressions of visit
to a large country house and OF a
solemn old mamie seemed incredibly
ancient to her-and of feeling that In
some way she and her mother were in
a special relationship to the house. 1t
was called "the old red house." and
was full of fascinating things. The
ancient man had hidden her go about
and play as if it were her home, and
then had called her to him and laid
open a book, leading her mind to re-
gard its mysteries. Greek! 1t seemed
to her as if she had begun it there
and then. Later the mother became
the teacher. She was nursed, as it
were, within sight of the windy plains
of Troy and to the sound of Homerlc
hymns-and all by reason of this
ancient scholar
There was vivid picture in her
mind, gathered at some later visit, OF
a soft hillside, small white church
standing under it's ba1m-of-gilead tree,
and herself sitting by S me in the
old churchyard, listening to the strains
of hymn which floated out from the
high, narrow windows. She remem-
bered how from without she had
joined the hymn, singing with all her
small might; and suddenly the asso-
citation brought back to her more
recent event and a more beautiful
strain of music. Half in reverie, half
in conscious pleasure in the exercise
of facile organ, she began to sing:
Free of my pain, free of my burden Of
sorrow,
At last / shall see thee"
The song foated in a zone of 81
lence that lay above the deep-mur-
muring city. The voice was no more
than the half-voice of a flute, sweet,
gentle beguiling. 1t told, as many
songs tell, of little earthly Love in the
grasp of mighty Fate. Still she sang
on softly
Suddenly the song ceased, and the
reminiscent smile gave place to an
expression of surprise, as the singer
became conscious of a deeper shadow
falling directly in front of her. She
glanced up quickly, and found herself
looking into the face of man whose
gimlet-like gaze was directed upon
herself.
Quickly she rose, she could not
turn into the path before the gentle
man. hat in hand, with a deep bow and
clearly enunciated words, arrested her
impulse to fight.
pardon, Mademoiselle, am a
stranger in the city. l was directed
this way to Van Cortlandt Hail. but
find I am in error, intrigued-in con-
fusion. Would mademo!selle be so
good as to direct me?"
The tones had foreign accent.
There was something, also, in their
bland impertinence which put Miss
Redmond on her guard. He was a
good-sized, blond person, carefully
dressed, and at least appeared like
a gentleman.
Miss Redmond looked into the
smooth. neat countenance, upon which
M record either of experience or of
thought was engraved and decided
feetingly that he was lying. She
Judged him capable of picking up ac-
ouaintances on the street, but thought
that more originality might be ex-
pected of him.
Suddenly she wished that she had
returned sooner to her car, for though
she was of an adventurous nature, her
bravery was not of the physical order;
and she disliked to have the appear
ance of unconventionality. After the
first minute she was not so much
afraid as annoyed. Her voice became
frigid, though her dignity was some
Honeymoons.