Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-08-16
THE VALIANTS OF VIRGINIA
BY HALLE ERMINIE RIVES

some o. ouah haids yitl What yo.
spos'n she say bout dem aryplanesh
She 'clah she tickle tub def ter rlde
in one-yas'm. Say ct SCUM lax er
thrash -machine en- look lax er deo-
| ble-tish but she don keer. When she
ride. she want tub zip-yas she dld!
OATS jes' whut Mis- Judith say
But after dinner the gaiety ans
effervescence faded quickly and Mrs.
cambridge went early to her room.
She mounted the stair with her arm
thrown about Shirley's plant waist.
At the window, where the balistrade
turned. she paused to peer into the
| night. The air outside was moist and
| heavy with rose-scent.
| HOW alive they seem, Shirley" she
said-'the roses. But the jessamfno
deserves its little hour" At her door
she kissed her, looking at her with a
| strange smile. How curious" she
said. as if to herself, that it should
have happened, today"
The reading-lamp had been lighted
on her table. She drew a slim gold
and held to the light a little locket~
brooch it carried. 1t was of black
enamel. with a tiny laurel-wreath of
| pearls on one side encircling a single
diamond. The other side was of crys-
tai and covered a baby's russell col
ored curl. In her fingers it opened
and disclosed miniature at which
| she looked closely for moment
AS she snapped the halves shut her
eve fell on the open page of a book
that lay on the table in the circle OF
radiance. 1t was Lucille:
"Alasi who shall number the drops
of the rain?
| Or give to the dead leaves theiE
greenness again?
| Who shall seal up the caverns the
earthquake hath rent?
Who shall bring forth the winds that
within them are pent?
To a voice who shall render an i'm.
age? or who
From the heats of the noontide shall
gather the dew"
| Her eyes turned restlessly about the
room. 1t had been hers as a girl, for
| Rosewood had been the old Garland
| homestead. 1t seemed now all at once
| to be full of calling memories of her
youth She looked again at the page
and turned the leaf:
Hush That which is done A
I regret not. breathe no reproaches.
That's best
| Which God sends. Twas His will; ID
Is mine. ana the rest
| OF that riddle l will not look back tot"
She closed the book hastily and
thrust it out of sight beneath a mag
| azine.
How strange that it should have
been todayi" 1t had been on Shirley's
lips to question, but the door had
closed and she went slowly down
stairs. She sat while thinking, but
at length grew restless and began to
walk to and fro across the floor, her
hands clasped behind her head SO
that the cool air filled her flowing
sleeves. In the hall she could hear
the leisurely n-kon-kon-kon of
the tall clock. The evening outside
was exquisitely still and the metallic
monotone was threaded with the airy
fiddle-fiddle of crickets in the grass
and punctuated with the rain-glad
cloap of a frog.
Presently the mellow whirrings that
accompany the movements of such
antiques, the ancient timepiece
struck ten. AT the sound she threw
thin scarf over her shoulders and
stole out to the porch It's deep,
| odorous shadow was crossed by obs
longs of lemon-colored light from
| the windows. Before the kitchen door
Ranston's voice was humming husls-
| lily:
Steal away; steal away!
Steal away to Jesus.
Steal away, steal away home"
| accompanied by the soft alto of Aunt
| Judy, the cook.
ITO Be Continued Monday i