Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-08-02

of Heaven and stepped in wash OF
sunlight as yellow as gold; smoke
hazv peaks piiing up in the distance
billowv verdure like clumps of trenl-
bling jade between. shaded Win
masses of blue-black SHADOW, anu
Laying up and down. by gas STU
ravine and rounded knoll, road llH ,1
red lacquer, fringed with stone va
and sturdy shrub and splashed mere
and there with the purple stain OF
the Judas tree and the snow OF cog
wood blooms. Nothing in all the
springy landscape but looked warm
and opalescent and inviting-excepl
a tawny bull that from across
barred fence corner switched
truculent tail in silence and glowered
sullenly at the big motor halted
motionless at the side of the twisting
road.
Curled wormlike in the drivers
seat, with his chin on his knees, John
Valiant sat with his eyes upon the
+, distance. For an hour he had
whirred through that wondrous
| simmer of color with a flip
pant, lettering breeze in his face,
sweet from the crimson clover
that poured and rioted over the
roadside, past nests of meditativs
farm buildings, fields of baby green
corn, occasional ramshackle. dirt
daubed cabins with doorways hung
with yellow honeysuckle and fsa-
grant trumpet vines, and here and
there a quiet old church, Gothic and
ivied and gray, whose loaded win
dows watched benignantly over myr-
tied graveyards- A great soothing
suspiration of peace seemed to swell
from it all to lap the traveller like
the moist balminess of semi
tropical sea
"Chum old man." said Valiant,
with his arm about the bulldogs
neck, "if those color photograph
chaps had shown us this we simply
wouldn't have believed 1t, would we?
Such scenery beats the roads we're
used to, what. If it were all like
this-but of course it isn't. Well get
to our own bailiwick presently, and
wake up Never mind; we're coun-
try gentlemen, Chummy, en- route to
our estate! No silly shuttle, now:
Out with it! That's right,"-as a
sharp bark rewarded him-''that's
the proper enthusiasm" He wound
his strong fingers in a choking grip
in the scruff of the white neck, as
chipmunk chartered by on the low
stone wall. mo, you don't, you can
nibal! He's jolly little beggar, and
he doesn't deserve being eateni''
He filled his brierwood pipe and
drew in great breaths of the fragrant
incense. What pity you don't
smoke, Chum; you miss such a lot.
saw a poodle once III a circus that
did. But he'd been to college Think
how you could think if you only
smoked! We may have to do a lot
of thinking, where we're bound to.
Wonder what We'll find? Oh, that's
right, leave 1t all to me, of course,
and wash your paws Of the whole
blooming businessi'
After a time he shook himself and
knocked the red core from the pipe
bowl against his boot-heel "I hate
to start" he confessed, half to the
dog and half to himself. ITO leave
anything so sheerly beautiful as this!
However, on with the dance By the
road map the village can't be far
now. So long. Mr.. Bull"
He clutched the self-starter. But
there was only a protestant wheeze:
the car declined to bulge. Climbing
down, he cranked vigorously. The
motor turned over with a surly grunt
of remonstrance and after a tenta-
tive throb- throb, coughed and
stopped dead. Something was wrong.
With a sigh he flung off his tweed
jacket. donned a smudgy Jumper"
opened his tool-box, and, with a
glance at his wrist watch which told
him it was o'clock. threw up the
monsters hood and went bitterly to
work
ITO Be Continued Monday)