The Detroit times., 1913-11-01
CHAPTER VIII.
Mad ANTHONY,

Beyond the sewage or the sleepy.
eaf.sheltered village cherry border
I'D lane met the Red Road. On It's
bne side was a covered pasture and
beyond this an orchard bounded BY
tall hedge Of close-clipped box which
eparated 1t from broad yard where
he gray-weathered roof OF Rosewood
'howed above group OF tulip anc
katalpa trees. Viewed nearer. the
ow stone house, with its huge over
hanging caves, would have looked like
/ small boy with his fathers hat on
tut for the trellises Of climbing roses
| hat covered two sides and overflow.
I'd here and there on long arbors,
fecking the dull brown stone with a
klorious crimson, like Warriors
blood. On the sunny steps a lop-
Pared hound puppy was playing with
b notified cat.
The front door was open, showing
! hall where stood a grandfather
block and spindle-legged table hold
Ing q bowl of potpourri. The time
I,iece had landed from q sailing ves-
Bel at jamestown wharf with the
:ousehold goods of that English Car
and who had adopted the Old Middle
Plantation when DunmOre was royal
Governor under George Ill. Framed
Portraits and engravings lent tints 81
la .nished silver, old-rose and sunset
kolds-colors time-toned and reminis-
tent, CARRYING charming sense OF
peaceful content, Of gentleness and
long tradition. The dark polished
stairway had at It's turn square dor
Anerwindow which looked out upon
|one OF the rose-arbors.
Down this stair, somewhat later
HAT afternoon, came Shirley Dand-
ridge. booted and spurred, the rebel
lions whorls of her russell hair now As
closely filleted as a Greek boys. In
khort divided skirt OF yew-green ana
4 cool white blouse and swinging by
KITS ribbon green hat whose rolling
brim was caught up at one side by a
crisp blue-black hawks feather she
htooped to peer out OF the dormer'
window to where, under the latticed
weave OF bloom, beside round iron
liable holding hoop OF embroidery
land a book or two, lady sat read
tng.
The lady's hair was silver. but not
with age. II had been so Tor many
wears, refuted by the transparent skin
and a color az soft as the cheek Oh
mn apricot. II was solely In her dark
ewes. deep and strangely luminous.
that one might see lurking the SON.
her. shirt of passion and OF pain. But
they were eager and brilliant withal'
O., wing the lie to the cane whose crook
Enc male. delicate hand held with q
cIasp that somehow conveyed sense
of exasnerate II semi-humorous rebel
lion. She wore nuns gray; SOFT Ola
lace was at her wrists and throat
ana che was knitting a scarlet stock
ing. ,, ..,.
She looked up at Shirley's voice,
and smiled brightly. "Oh Tor your
ride. dear!"
yves. I'm going with the Chal.
mers.'
"Oh. OF course, BETTY Page is visit.
ing them. isn't she?"
Shirley nodded. "She came yester'
day. iii have to hurry, for saw
them from my window turning into
the Red Road" She waved her hand
and ran lightly down the stair and
across the lawn to the orchard.
She pulled green apple from
bough that hung over q stone wall
and with this in her hand she came
close TO the pasture fence and
whietled a peculiar call. II was an
swered by a low whinny and soft
thud of hoofs, and a golden-chestnut
hunter thrust a long nose over the
bars, naring fame-lined nostrils to
the touch OF her hand. She laid her
cheek against the white thoroughbred
forehead and held the apple to the
larger reaching lip. with several teas
ing. withdrawings before she gave II
TO its juicy crunchins. ~
mo. Selim." she said as the wide
postrils snuffled over her shoulder.
the begging breath blowing warm
AGAINST her neck. No more-and no
suRar today either Sugar has gone
up two cents . pound"