The Topeka state journal., 1913-03-15
TIE EVEMTNG STORY
Resurrection.

| been snow and sleet and blizzard;
| trains delayed and telegraph wires
down. There had been a January
thaw, with relenting winds and drip
| ping caves. Then winter had snapped
| back, black and bitter.
But it was well over now. Janet
Bayne had been down in the pasture
lot that morning, and had seen how
the pussy willows were growing pale
yellow, and she had heard the running
water sing under the ice.
Lets color a lot of Easter eggs
| this year, mother" she said, 'in all
do. And, oh, mother, don't you re-
member how when you had colored
them purple with logwood and yellow
with madder, you used to do 'cahco
eggs?' Let's have some of those. too
why, Janet, what's set you off so :?
What would we do with them? Just
for us two-no children. I mean no
little children" For Janets youth
Her thirty-five years counted as moth
ing against her mothers insistence
in her attitude of perpetual girlhood.
Il know, mother we're really two
old women. But somehow I'd like to
to do a lot of young things this spring.
1 just seem to want to-
We'll, we just will, dear. I think
myself it would be lovely. Well be-
gin today saving up eggs for my little
girl. 1 wonder if you can find any
pieces of your old calico dresses, ia
net? You know we don't wear calico
much any more: it's all gingham and
percale."
Together they looked through the
old chest that was full of little rolls
of dress goods, silk and satin, CASH
mere and delaine.
Il wish 1 had one, just one, of my
girl dresses siged Janet.
Yes, dear, but we let them down
and made them over, till they were
worn out. You never had a dress you
didn't. look pretty in, Janet"
80, I remember this lawn. I spoke
wore a wreath of myrtle and snow
drops-the big white berries. My,
but it was heavy!"
There's a pretty piece said her
mother.
"Oh, that-mother that's the dress
Donald thought was so pretty
1t was the first time in years that
she had spoken his name. They had
their reserves, these two women who
lived close together. But they
seemed to have gone back years.
What was the matter, Janet? I've
often wondered"
''It was so little" said she wearily,
almost nothing. 1t was one Easter
come back. Sometimes I think even
yet
She was rummaging in the till of
the chest. There were old letters,
shells. Presently she sat on the floor
with something in her hands that was
dry and withered and gray.
Some people call it the Jericho
rose Donald gave it to me. He call
ed it the resurrection rose. If you put
it in water, no matter how dry and
dead it seems, it will grow green and
unfold and be a living plant again.
Donald said sol"
TRY it. Janet; it will be curious to
watch"
She put the queer, dead thing in
water. But she did not say what she
had made up her mind to. If it was
dead past all recall, she was never
going to think about him any more.
Once for all, she was going to forget.
But if it stirred-if it grew-if it
bloomed! Then it would mean, it
should mean, just one thing-Donald
would be coming back.
When she came back into the living
room the one rich woman of the little
village was there.
I'm in trouble" Miss Prescott was
saying. You will help me out won't
you? am going to the Bermudas for
Easter. 1 just must have some fresh,
new things, and I just can't wear
ready-mades. And I like your fitting"
So Janet and her mother bent to
their work for busy week. The
money would help to buy fertilizer in
the spring for the little farm.
Just think mother, Bermuda! And
down town..
Miss Prescott sailed away to Ber-
muda, and on the boat, as In her lit
tie village and in the city when she
chose to invade it, she held her own
splendid right of way. 1t was a fore
gone conclusion that she should sit at
the captains table. and also that, being
a good sailor, she should be always
at the table anf on deck, and first and
last should see good deal of Capt.
Donald Maynard. There was one day
of rough weather, which sent most of
the passengers to the cabin, but he
found her on deck, facing the wind
and the spray.
1.-THE stormy PetrelY' he said. sa-
luting.
81 wouldn't miss minute of it," she
said breathlessly and holding on with
both hands. IF you could see the
land-locked little village live in at
home! The only trouble is we get to
Bermuda too soon."
'I never thought so before, but really
do-this time he said in a tone that
brought a flush to her face.
They were in Bermuda now walking
about in the soft southern air, giving
themselves up to the charm of sea and
sky. but first of all going through the
travellers sacred rite of sending post
cards home. She had her hands full,
and spent busy half hour addressing
them. The last one and the prettiest of
all was to Janet
shall mail them for you?'' -sked
Capt. Maynard
him. 1t was pleasant to have him do
things for her She. was glad she had
come to Bermuda. She was glad she
was going home on his boat
''I beg your pardon he said, as his
eye fell on the address of the toprnost