The Detroit times., 1913-11-14

ed handles. He remembered that
when that particular score had been
made Katharine Fargo had sat in one
OF the drags at the sidc-line.
But the memory evoked no thrill
| Instead, the thought OF her paiely-
cold, passionless beauty called up an
other mobile thoroughbred face IN
stinct with quick Hastings OF mir;h
aHd hautear. Again he felt tho, fierce
clutch of small fingers, rs they fought
with his in that struggle for his life.
! Each line of that face stood before
him-the arching brows, the cameo
delicacy or profile, the magnolia skin
and hair like brown-goid cloud
across the sun.
! \ SOFT clicking patter trailed itself
| over the polished door and the bull
/ dogs nose was thrust between mis-
| knees. He bent down and iondled the
sGtiny mead to still the sudden surge
OF loneliness that had overfowed his
heart-an ache for he know not what.
depression was on him. he knew
net why something that had keen
edge Of longing like physical hunger
lie set back the loving-cup anu
went out 10 the front porch TO prowl
aimlessly up and down past the
| great gray-staihed Ionic columns. IL
was not late, but the night was Very
still. The Virginia creeper waved
gently TO and fro ia soundless
breeze that was little more than
whisper The sky was heavily sprink-
led with stars whose wan clustering
vas blotted here and there by floating
shreds OF cloud-like. vaporous, filmy
leaves stripped by some upper gale
from the Tree of Heaven. The lawn
lay a mass of mysterious shadow,
stirring with faint chirps and rustles
and laden with the poignant scent OF
the garden honeysuckle. He could
hear the how, of lonesome hound,
horse neighed impatiently on dis
tant meadow, and from far down the
Red Road. beyond the gate. came the
tFaae twitter OF a banjo and the voice
of the strolling darby player:
"All All wants In dis creation
Pretty yellah gal. err big planta-
tom
When the twanging notes died
away in the distance they had served
criy 10 intensity the stiffness. he
felt that peculiar detachedness that
one senses in thick black dark. as
though he and his immediate sur
roundings we're floating in some
soundless, ambient ether. The white
bulldog scurried noiselessly back and
forth across the clipped grass, new
emerging like a canine ghost In the
light from the doorway, now suffering
total eclipse Staring into the furry
gloom, he seemed, as in those mo-
ments of semi-delirium in the forest.
to see Shirleys face advance ana
retreat as though IL lay on the very
prlsing heart OF the darkness
He stepped down to the graveled
drive and followed it to the gate,
tnei. bareheaded. took the Red Road
Along this highway ne had ratified In
Uncle Jefferson's crazy hack--with
] her red rose in his hand The musky
f, scent oil the pressed leaves in the
book in his pocket seemed to be al
about him.
The odor of living roses. In fact,
was in the afr II came on the scarce
felt breeze a heavy calling perfume
He walked on, keeping the road By
the misty inaltratlng simmer OF the
stars, with a sensation rather OF giic-
ing than OF walking. Now and then
from some pasture came the snort
End. whinny OF horses or the grunt OF
frog from q marshy sink, and once,
waere narrow path joined the road,
he folr against his trousers the snf-
fing nose o. a silent and friendly pup
Ply. IL occurred to him that II. as
scientists say, colors emit sound
tones. scents should also possess a
music OF their own the honeysnckle
fragrance, maybe soft mellow huting
a. OF diminutive embellishments;
Tie far-faint sickly door Of lilies
the upper register OF fnery violins;
THIS spicy breath of roses-blending,
thru bling chorda ike elfn echoes III
On Italian harp The fancy pleased
aim he could imagine the perfume
nov in the air carried with II an un-
lcr.music. like a grostly narping.
II came 10 HIN NJ the same instant
that this was no mere fancy. Soma
where IN the larguc-cug right harY I
was being played, nc paused end
listened attentlvely. then went on o. !
ward tho sound. Prese emily he be !
came aware that he had passed it- !
had left Il on one side, and he wont |
heek atpmhllng along the low stone /
wall I'll, II orened To a shadowy lane.
full Of fcliaced whispers. The rose |,
scent had grown stronger; It was al |
most, IN that heavy air, as II he were
treasting an ETHEREAL sea OF altar
Tie felt as II he we're treadin- or = /
path Of roseleaves. down which the |
Increasing melody flowed crimsonly /
20 him, calling, calling
ne stopped stock-still He had been |
sRirting clos--cropped hedge OF boz |
THIS had ended abruptly snA he was |
looking straight up bar of rroCn- |
yellow raiiance from dcub'c fco |
Way. The latter opened on = rorch /
and the light. nune across this. |
drenched mn arbor Of climbing rosas. |