The Washington times., 1913-08-14
CHAPTER V.
Age and Youth-And a Woman

WO days after his death they
buried the. old judge in the little
graveyard by the side Of the
chapel on the slope Of the hill
facing the river. On one side IF him lay
Ariadne, his wife, on the other Ariadne,
his daughter, while at the foot Of the
grave stood Ariadne, his grandchild, last
Of her race. On the right Of his girl
wife, clad in his plain gray soldiers
jacket, stood her husband. holding her
lightly by the arm. On the other side
of her stood a tall. imposing looking man
of middle age He was booted 'and
Spurred for riding, and wore handsome
gray uniform with three gold stars on
the collar His face was Tuddy, his hair
was dark and thick, and, like his mus
tache, was slightly tnged with gray. he
wore no beard then His head was
noble one, and his COuNtenanCe revealed
a. q glance his high character and Sug-
gested that perfect balance of faculties,
mental, moral, and physical" which his
subsequent career showed he enjoyed.
He was the busiest man in Richmond
at the time, but he had ridden down to
NaIlewis when his friend and counselor.
Bishop Meade, told him of the death Of
the judge, to do him honor on the day
of his funeral.
There were other gentlemen present,
mostly old men, from neighboring plan
tatiOnS, and many women, young and
old, who had not gone to Richmond or
TO camp TO be near loved ones in the
army. Back Of all were the house serv-
ants and plantation slaves, tears glis-
1ening on their black faces as they lis
tened to the Whlte-haired bishop read
ing those last words Of farewell All
those present in their several stations
had loved and honored the judge. They
had enjoyed his friendship. hey had fol-
lowed his counsel. they had Obeyed his
commands, they would remember him
with affection and regret; yet. under
the circumstances il does no violence to
the sincerity Of their grief to say that
they had a deeper interest in the living
than in the dead
'Tis life that appe4ls to man. There is
but one answrr to Rip Van Wrinkles
pathetic question. Are We. then, 80 soon
fOrgoTten?' The eyes Of all present
were turned from the narrow flower
StTewn opening. from the beloved form
of the old bishop. from the CaSket upon
which the earth fell from friendly hands
with a caressing touch. TO seek the three
figures at the foot Of the grave
Philip represented the Young manhood
of Virginia. its dauut!ess courage. it,
unbounded enthuslasIu its absolute de-
VOtiOn, its Willingness to nRht to the
bitter end for Il principle i belle. cd To-
be right. The elder man tyIIt.ed liz.
ineffable dignity, the royal ma jesty the
profound ability Of the South Not an
unknown man he Of the craving hair
greater part Of his marvellous rrpuJa-
tiOn still in the future. Robert +, Iee
as he stood there on that sunny summer
morning. illus rated the character and
quality, as he hOie the hope. Of those
upon whom the burden Of the struggle
must fall. Between the two. 80 fraI
so delicate, 50 dainty. Vet 50 brave and
30 Undaunted. was a Southern woman.
leaning upon one. looking up To the
other The object Of ones devotion and
n#I Er'E -s.f.T1r
suggestion Of the country for which
they were both 10 night to the bitter
end.
Nor did there seem ANYTHING incon-
gruOus IN this conjunction Of ma iOr
general and private soldier. They
were both. gentiemeR of the old stock.
and, although it was given TO one TO
sway the destinies Of thousands, TO de
termine great events, TO hold armies in
the hollow Of his hand while the other
was but single pawn on the great
ChesSbOaTd upon which masters were
10 play the mighty game Of war, each
was giving his all, himself. Each was
doing his best learning and labOring
truly. as the good bishop might have.
said with catechetiCaI remembrance, In
that state Of life unto which it had
pleased God TO call him.
Beneath the sadness and solemnity
beftting the occasion which had
brought them together different emo
tons were present in the faces Of those
two. Grafton had other cause for grief
than in the death of his friend and the
secession Of his State. Ariadne was
visibly present by mis- side; his hand
clasped her own; should she lean toward
him his arm would enfoId her Yet he !
did not have TO close his eyes or turn
his head TO see Kathleen KirkwoOd. nor
was she less really present to him than /
was his wife.
In the first days Of his marriage the |
irrrevocable nature of the situation |
came home to him with every increas- |
ing force, and the sense of his sacri-