Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1914-03-10

hair back from'h her forehead and smil
ing up in the rain that still fell fast
In . few moments she rose and went on
At the gate Of the Rosewood lane
stood q mail-box on cedar post and
she. paused to fish out dragged Rich.
moAd newspaper. AS she thrust II un.
der her arm her eye caught word Of
a headline. With flush she tore It
from It's soggy wrapper. the wetted
fiber parting In her eager fingers. and
resting her foot ON the lower rail Of
the gate, spread it open on her knee.
She stood stock.still until she had
read the whole. It was the story Of
John Yaliant's sacrifice Of his private
fortune to save the ruin OF the in
volved corporation.
Its effect upon her was shock. She
felt her throat swell as she read; 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 so
ciety columns?"
what beast vast" she said, ad-
dressing the wet hedge. "Ha had Just
done that splendid thing 1t was be-
cause Of that that he was little better
than beggar, and said those hor.
rible things!" Again she bent her
eyes, rereading the sentences: Took
his detractors by surprise
had just sustained a grilling at the
| hands of the states examiner which
, might we'll have dried at their fount
the springs of sympathy"
She crushed up the paper in her
hand and rested her forehead on the
wet rail. Idiotically rich-a vandal-
a useless, purse-proud flaneur. She
had called him all that! She could
still see the paleness of his look as
she had said it.
| Shirley, overexcited as she still was.
felt the sobs returning. These, how
ever, did not last long and in mo-
| ment she found herself smiling again.
Though she had hurt him, she had
| saved him, too! When she whispered
this over to herself it still thrilled and
startled her. She folded the paper
| and fastened on under the cherry.
trees
Emmaline, the negro maid was wait.
ing anxiously on the porch. She was
thin to spareness, with face as
brown as tobacco leaf, restless black
eyes and wool neatly pinned and set
OF by an amber comb.
Honey" called Emmaline. use
been fearin' TO- yo' wild all that light
min r'arin' eroun'. Yo' got tn Jess
mine? Give 'em to Em'line She'll fix
'em all nice, jes' how Mis- Judith like" "
"All right, Emmaline," replied Shir-
10y. "And I'll 60 and dress. Has
mother missed me?"
Nom. SLo ain lef huh room this
whole blessed day. Now yo' barth's
all ready-all 'cep'n tn hot watah.
en- SEN Ranston with that tn fus'
thing. Yo' hurry en- peel them wet
close OF yo'se'f.t or yo' have one O
them digested chills."
Her young mistress flown and the
hot wkter despatched. the negro wom-
IN spread q cloth on the door and
began to cut and dress the long stalks
Of tho flowers. This done she fetched
bowls and vases. and set the pearly-
white clumps here and thereon the
dining-room sideboard, the hall man.
tel and the desk of tho living-room-
till the delicate fragrance filed the
house, > quite vanQuishing the rose
scent from the arbors.
Az 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
= cane sounded, and she ran to the
hall, where Mrs. cambridge was de-
scending the stairway, one slim white
hand holding the banister, under the
edge of white silk shawl which
dropped its heavy fringes to hersdaint-
ily.shod feet. s0Rs the lower step she
halted, looking smilingly about at the
poisoning bowls.
Don they smell up tn whole
house?" said Emmaline. Il know'd
y'o be pleas, Mis- Judith. Now put
yo' han on nah shouldah en- I'll take
yo' to yo' big cha'h."
They crossed the hall. the dusky
form bending to the fragile pressure of
the fingers. Nov heah's yo' cha'h.
Ranston he made up . little fab jes'
to take tn damp out, en- tn big lamps
lit, en- Miss Shirley'l be down right
quick"
A moment later, in fact, Shirley de-
scended the stair, in filmy 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 Rio
key is telling Ranston?"
Don yo' come heah wild yo' no.
count play-actin'. Cyan fool Ranston
wild no SIGH snek.story, neidah. Ain
no moc'sin at Danny Co'ot,. en- neb-
bah vast"
There was, tool" insisted Hickey.
"One bit him and Miss Shirley found
him and sent Uncle Jefferson for Doc
tor Southall and it saved his life! So
there! Doctor southall told Mrs Ma.
son. And he isn't Q man who's Just
como to fix 1t up. either: he's the
really truly man th3t owns IT,"