The Detroit times., 1913-11-11

then she was chilled by the memory
OF what she had said to him: What
has he ever done except play polo and
furnish spicy paragraphs for the 90.
ciety columnsf"
what beast vast" she said. ad-
dressing the wet hedge. He had just
done that splendid thing. Il was be-
cause OF that that he was little bet
ter than q beggar, and said those
horrible things!" Again she bent
her eyes. rereading the sentences:
Took his detractors by surprise i. /.
had just sustained . grilling at the
hands Of the states examiner which
might well have dried At their fount
the springs Of sympathy"
She crushed up the paper In nor
hand and rested her forehead on the
wet rail. Idiotically rich--e vandai-
useless purssproud naneur. She
had called him all that! She could
still see the paleness OF his look a.
she had said II.
Shirley, over-excited a. she still
was. felt the sobs returning. These.
however, did not last long. and In q
moment she found herself smiling
again. Though she had hurt him, she
had saved him. too! When she whis-
pered this over TO herself It stfll
thrilled and startled her. She folded
the paper and fastened on under the
cherry-trees.
Emmaline, the Negro maid, was
waiting anxiously on the porch. She
was thin to spareness. with face -
brown - tobacco leaf, restless black
eyes and wool neatly pinned and set
on by an amber comb.
Honey" called Emmaline. "rss
been fearin' To- yo' wild all that light.
min r'arin' eroun'. Do 20 rememban
when yo' useter run up en- Jump plumb
down en- tn middle Of yore feddah-
bald en- covah up dat little COL haid.
On I useter tell y0' tn noise WAS tn
Good Man rollin' eroun' his rain-bar-
rlf" She laughed noiselessly. hold
Ing both hands to her thin sides. ~xo
crowd up now 20 yo' ain skeered o
nothin' this side tn Bad Place! Yo'
got tn jess-mine? Give 'em to EN-
line. She'll Ak 'em all nice, jes' how
Mis- Judith like"
''All right, Dmmaline." replied
Shirley. And I'll 60 and dress. Has
mother missed me?'
Nom. She ain LEI huh room dis
whole blessed day. Now yo' barth's
all ready-all 'cep'n tn hot watah.
en- I SEN Ranston with that tn fus'
thing. Yo' hurry en- peel them wet
close OF yo'se'f. or yo' have one o
them digested chills."
Her young mistress flown and the
hot water despatched the Negro wom-
an spread q cloth on the moor and
began to cut and dress the long
stalks Of the flowers. This done she
fetched bowls and vases, and set the
pearly-white clumps here and there
on the dining-room sideboard. the hall
mantel and the desk Of the living.
room---tiu the delicate fragrance niied
the house, quite vanQuishing the rose
scent from the arb0rs.
When all was done. she stood in
the doorway with arms akimbo, turn
Ing about to survey her handiwork.
mis- Judith be pleas with that" she
said. nodding her woolly head with
vigor. "Wondah why she want them
sprangly things! All tn res O. tn
time roses, but bout onct yeah
seems like she jes' got to have them
jess'mine en- nothin' else"
She swept up the scattered twtgs
and leaves, and going into the dining
room, began to lay the table for din
ner. This room was square and low,
with q carved console and straight
backed chairs thinly cushioned In fad
ed blue to match the china. The
olive-gray walls were frightened with
the soft dull gold Of an old mirror
and picture frames from which dim
faces looked placidly down. The
crumbling splendor Of the storm-rack-
Cd sunset fell through 0ld-fashioned
loaded window-panes, tinging the
white Capodimonte figures on the
mantelpiece.
A the trim colored woman moved
lightly about In the growing dusk.
with the low click Of glass and muf.
fed clash Of silver, the light tat-tat
Of q cane sounded. and she ran to
the hall. where Mn. cambridge was
descending tho stairway, one slim
white hand holding the banister, I'M
der the edge OF white silk shawl
which dropped Ito heavy fringes to
her daintily-shod feet. TN the lower
step she halted, looking sinilingly
about at the blossoming bowls.
Don they smell up tn whole
house?" said Emmaline. II kuOw'd
yo' bs pleas. Mis' Judith. Now put
yo' ham on NAH shouldah en- I'll take
20 to 20 big cha'h.
They crossed the hall, the dusky
form bending to the fragile pressure
Of the fingers. Now heahs yo'
cha'h. Ranston he made up little
nah les to take tn damp out, en- tn
big lamps lit, en- Mis- Shirleyll be
down right quick
A moment later, In fact, Shirley de-
scended the stair, In flmy gown OF
India-muslin, with . narrow betting
of gold, against whose flowing sleeves
her bare arms showed with flushed
pinkness the hue Of the pale coral
beads about her neck. The damp
Newspaper was In her hand.
At her step her mother turned her
head: she was listening intently to
voices that came from the garden-a
child's shrill treble opposing Ran
ston's stentorian grumble.
Listen, Shirley. What's that
Hickey 10 telling Ranstonr
Don yo' come heah wild yo' no.
count play-actin'. Cyan fool Ranston
wild no SIGH snek-story, neidah. Air
no moc-sin at Danny Co'ot, en- neb-
bah vast"
There was, tool" insisted Hickey