The Clio messenger., 1914-10-16

already looked forward to new Ca
reer of prosperity. But he thought of
this now with no thrill The old life
no longer called. There were still
wide unpeopled spaces somewhere
where a mans hand and brain were no
less needed, and there was work there
that would help him to bear, If not for
get.
He paced up and down the porch un-
der the great gray columns, his steps
spiritless and tagging. The Virginia
creeper, trailing over its end, waved
to and fro with sound like sigh.
was once more unkempt and draggled?
Before burdock and thistle, MULLEN
and Spanish-needle would return to
smother the clover? Before Damory
court, on which he had spent such
loving labor, would lie again as 1t lay
that afternoon when he had ratified
thither on Uncle Jefferson's crazy
In some far-away corner Of the world,
only Wishing House and the Never
Never Land?
In the hall he stood moment be-
fore the fireplace, his eyes on its
carven motto, II clinge:" the phrase
was like a spear-thrust. He began to
wander restlessly through the house,
up and down, like a prowling animal
The dining-room looked austere and
chill-only the little lady in hoops and
love-curls who had been his great
grandmother smiled wistfully down
from her gilt frame above the console
and in the library a melancholy
deeper than that of yesterdays trag-
edy seemed to hang, through which
Devil-John, drawing closer the leash
of his leaping hound, glared sardon-
ically at him from his one cold eye.
The shutters Of the parlor were
closed, but he threw them open and
let the rich light pierce the yellow
gloom, glinting from the figures in
the cabinet and weaving a thousand
tiny rainbows in the prisms Of the
great chandelier.
He went upstairs, into the bedrooms
one by one, now and then passing his
hand over a polished chair-back or
touching an ornament or a frame on
the wall: into The Hilarium with its
records of childish study and play.
The dolls stood now on dress parade
In glass cases, and prints In bright
colors. dear to little people. were on
the walls. He opened the shutters
here, too, and stood some time on the
threshold before he turned and went
heavily downstairs.
Through the rear door he could see
the kitchens, and Aunt Daphne sitting
under the trumpet-vine piecing a nine
patch calico quilt with little squares
of orange and red and green cloth.
Two diminutive darkies were sprawled
on the ground looking up at her with
round serious eyes, while wary ban
tam pecked industriously about their
bare legs.
"En den whut de roostah say,
Aunt Daph?"
"Op roostah he hollah to all he
wifes, Oo-ooo! Oo-ooo! Young
Mars come!-Young Mars come!
Young Mars come!' En- dey all mighty
skeered, case Mars John he cert'n'y
fond oh fried chickn. But de big tub.
key gobbler he don b'leeve ct tall.
doubtful-doubtful!' he say,
lax dat Den de drake he peep eroun'
de cornah, en- he say, 'Haieh! Hash!
Haish!' Fo' he done seed Mars John
comm, sho' nuff. But ct too late by
den, TO- Aunt Daph she done grab
Mis- Pullet, en- Mars John he gwine-
ter eat huh dis berry evenin' TO- he
suppah. Now you chillun runs erlong
home ter yo' mammies, en- don yo'
pick none OBJ dem green apples on de
way, neidah."
1t was not till after dark had come
that Valiant said goodby to the gar.
den. He loved it best under the star.
light. He sat long hour under the
pergola overlooking the lake, where