Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1914-02-25
CHATTER VI.
Med Anthony.

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Beyond tho selvage Of the sleepy
leaf-sheltered village . cherry Dor.
dered lane met the Red Road. On its
ono side was covered pasture and
beyond this IN orchard. bounded by .
tall hedge Of close clipped box which
separated Il from . broad yard where
the gray-weathersd roof Of Rosewood
showed above group Of tulip and
catalpa trees. On the sunny steps .
lopeared puppy was playing with .
notified cat.
The front door was open, Sc wing
hall where stood . grandfather's clo,ss
and . spindle-legged table holding =
bowl. Of potpourri. The :timepiece had
landed from sailing vessel at James
town wharf with the household goods
Of that English Garland who had
adopted the old Middle Plantation
when Duumore was royal governor un-
der George III Framed portraits and
eng-avings lent stints sof tarnished sill
yer, old-rose and sunset-golds-colors
time.toned and reminiscent, carrying .
charming sense sf peaceful content, Of
gentleness and slonGf tradition. The
O0IA VOu000O 0S81E 10y Aou ~ ASb SO1A
Q square dormerswindow which looked
out upon one Of the rosearbors.
Down this stair. somewhat later that
afternoon, came Shirley cambridge.
booted and spurred, the rebellious
whorls Of her russell hair now - close
" flleted as Q Greek boys, In q short
divided skirt Of yew.green and . cool
white blouse and swinging by it, rib
bon . green hat whose rolling brim
was caught up ct one side by . crisp
blue-black hawks feather. She stopped
to peer out Of tho dormer-window to
where. under the latticed weave Of
bloom beside q round iron table hold
ing . hoop Of embroidery and . book
or two Lady sat reading.
The lady's hair was silver. but not
with age. It had been SO for many
years, refuted by the transparent skin
and . color 40 soft as the cheek Of IN
apricot. It was solely in her dark
eyes, deep and strangely luminous,
that one might see lurking the SOM
Dor spirit Of passion and Of pain. But
they were eager and brilliant withal.
giving the lie to the cane whose crook
ono pale delicate hand held with q
clasp that somehow conveyed . sense
Of exaspsrato 4 ssmi-humorous re-
bellion.
She looked up 1t shirley's voice. and
smiled brightly. "On for your ride,
dear?"
Yes. I'm going with the chal-
mers."
"Oh, Of course. Betty Page is visit
Ing them, isn't she?"
Shirley nodded. "She came yester.
day. I'll have to hurry. for saw them
from my window turning into the Red
Road" She waved her hand and ran
lightly down the stair and across the
lawn to the orchard.
She pulled q green apple from y
bough that hung over q stone wall and
with this in her hand she came close
to tho pasture fence and whistled
peculiar call. It was answered by
low whinny and q soft thud Of hoofs.
ana . golden chestnut hunter thrust
. long nose over the bars. naring
dame-lined nostrils to tho touch Of her
hand. She hid her cheek against the
white thoroughbred forehead and held
the apple to the larger reaching lip.
With several teasing withdrawings be-
fore she gave It to its Juicy crunching.
4 She let down tho top bar Of the
fence and vaulung over, ran to .
stable and presently emerging With
saddle on her arm, whistled the horse
to her and saddled him. Then open
ing the gate. she mounted and can
tered down the lane to meet the on
coming ridsr-A kindfy-faced, middle.
aged man, younger one with dark
features and ooalblaok hair. and two
girls.
Chisholm Lnsk spurred in advance
and Nfted his hat. Il held mp the
Judge, Shirley" he said, "and made
him hiring mo along. He tells me
there's . fox hunt on tomorrow: may
comet"
"Pshavl Chilly" said the Judge. II
don't bslieve you ever got up at fve
o'clock in your born days. You've
learned bad habits abroad" 5ssss
You'll see" he answered II my
man Friday doesn't rout me out TO-
morrow, I'll b up for murder"
INV INV - AVOAS oAVA0 "a OSSAAOo
Of sunny hiehVays or on shaded Bride
paths where the horses hoofs fell muf-
Ned in brown pine-needles and droop-
Ing branches licked their faces. Then,
BY murky way souged with brusk
sullisL, across shelving nelds and
''turn-rows" in long detour around
Powhattan Mountain, . rough spur In
the shape Of an Indians head that
wedged itself forbiddingly between the
fields Of spring corn and tobacco.
DO let ~ get drink" said Chilly
Lusk. TIN - thirsty % cotton
batting camel"
i IAN right ven STOP" agreed the
Judge, ~and you'll have chance TO
rec . local Hon. Betty. This 10
whore Mad Anthony lives. You must
have heard Of him when you were hero
before. Hes almost as celebrseed -
tie Rsvseeod John Jasper Of Rich
mond."
Betty tapped her temple. Where
hays Al heard Of John Jasper!
:sHs Vas the author Of the tAmous
sermon % The Sun do Move. He
ussd 10 prove It by . bucket Of wster
that No aet beside his pulpit Saturday
0Saifs sss A. n hadn't smiled In the