The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1914-03-12
CHAPTER TX.
pamory Court.


stone, clasping an iron gate that wal
quaint aud heavy and red with rust
He put out his hand
"Wait a moment" he said In low
voice, and as the creaking conveyance
stopped. he turned and looked about
him.
Facing the entrance the land fell
away sharply to miniature valley
through which rambled a willow Dor
<ered brook, in whose shadows short
horned cows stood lazily. Beyond.
whittier wound the Red Road, he
could see drowsy village. with a
splre and capolaed courthouse; and
farther yet a yellow gorge with a
wisp OF white smoke curling above
Il marked the course OF crawling
PARKWAY railway.
"E,s er moughty fine OF place, sub.
mid dat big revenue oh trees" said
Uncle Jefferson. But All reckn ct
ain got none OBJ de modern conniv-
ances."
As Valiant jumped down he was
possessed by an odd sensation OF old
acquaintance-as II he had seen those
tall white columns beforer-an illu-
sorry half.vision into some shadowy,
fourth-dimensiona landscape that be
longed to his subconscious self, or
that. glimpsed in some immaterial
dream. picture, had left faintetched
memory. Then. on sudden, the vista
vibrated and widened. the white col
kst t,Ktn ho
clouds, and from every bush seemed
TO peer friendly black savage with
woolly white hairl
Westinghouse" he whispered.
The hidden country which his fathers
thoughts, sadly recurring had painted
TO the little child that once he was,
in the guise OF an endless wonders
tale! His eyes misted over. and it
seemed to him that moment that his
father was very near
Leaving the negro to unload his be-
longings. he traversed an oyergrown
path OF messed gravel, between box
rows frowsled like the names OF lions
gone mad and smothered In an ac-
cumulation OF matted roots and debris
OF rotting foliage. and presently, the
bulldog at his heels. found himself
in the rear of the house.
"Minel" he said aloud with rueful
pride And for general rundown
ness. it's up to the advertisement"
He looked musingly at the piteous
wreck and ruin, his gaze sweeping
down across the barred fields and UNI
kemp. forest. "Minel" he repeated.
"All that, | suppose. for II has the
same earmarks OF neglect Between
those cultivated stretches II looks like |
a wedge OF Sahara gone astray.' His |
gaze returned TO the house. yet what /
a place It must have been in It's time!"
He went slowly back to where his con-
ductor sat on the lichened horse
block.
Yves heah," called Uncle Jefferson
"Whut we gwinter do
mex, sub? Reck'n All better go ovah
ter Miss Dandridge's place fer err
orowbah. Lawd!" he added. "ef he
ain got de KEY Whut yo think OBJ
dat now?"
John Valiant was looking closely at
the big key; for there were words.
which he had not noted before en-
grayed in the massive tiange. Friends
sent warm current OF pleasure to
his finger-tips. Here was the very
text OF hospitality
A LilIiputian spider-web was
stretched over the preempted keyhole,
and he fetched grass-stem and poked
out It's tiny graystriped denizen be-
fore he inserted the key in the rusted
sense OF timidity. All the strength OF
his fingers was necessary before the
massive door swung open and the lew
sling sun sent It's late red rays into
he gloomy interior
Re atood In spacious hall. his nos
rils filled with a curious but not UNI
pleasant aromatic odor with which the I
,lsce was strongly impregnated The J
iail ran the full length OF the build
ng. aud in its center a wide. balus-
raded double staircase led TO upper
darkness. The floor. where his foot
jriuts had disturbed the even gray
lin OF dust, was OF fine close par
luetry and had been generously
trewn everywhere with a mica-like 6
,oWder He stopped and took up }
inch In his fingers. noting that 1t
ave forth the curious spicy scent b
Dim paintings in furnished frames c
Iung on the walls. From a niche on
he break Of the stairway looked down {
be face Of tall Dutch clock, and on Il
me side protruded a huge bulgiDg 4
draped with a yellowed 9
inen sheet From it's shape he b
guessed this TO be an elk's head Dust,
Indisturbed, lay thickly on everything, b
,hostly floating cobwebs crawled
-cross his face, and bat fitted out !
Il fireplace and vanished squeak 8
az over his head With Uncle JEFF n
ersons help he opened the rear doors \
nd windows, knocked up the rusted 8
'elts or the shutters and flung them
vide. Y
But for the dust and cobwebs v