Ceredo advance. [volume] (Ceredo, W. Va.) 1885-1939, 1914-09-09
CHAPTER il-ccrt,nued.


Under the pink rose a soft pink
flush doomed on either OF the old
iadys checks Her eyes flashed with
unconquorable pride, and her square,
firm chin she held very high; Tor now,
indeed, she was filed with terror OF
what folks would say" % this home
leaving, and it was bright June after
noon, too clear for an umbrella with
which to hide ones face from prying
neighbors, too late in the day for
sunshade.
Angy tucked the green black affair
which served them as both under her
arm and swung Abes figured old car
petbag in her hand with the manner OF
one setting out on a pleasant journey.
Abe. though resting heavily on his
stout. crooked cane, dragged behind
him Angy's little horsehair trunk upon
creaking. Old unusually large toy
express wagon which he had bought
at some forgotten auction long ago
The husband and wife passed into
the garden between borders of box
wood, beyond which nodded the heads
OF Angy's carefully tended, outdoor
children roses, her snowballs,
her sweet-smelling syringas. her wax
like bleeding hearts and her shrub of
bridal-wreath.
Jest u minute" she murmured, as
Abe would have FASTENED on to the
gate. She bent her proud head and
kissed with furtive, half-ashamed pas
sion fluffy white spray of the bridal
wreath. Now overlapping the hus-
bands silk nat, the shrub had not
come so high as his knee when they
two had planted it nearly a half-cen-
fury ago.
You're mine! Angy's heart cried
out to the shrub and to every growing
thing in the garden. You're mine |
planted you, tended you, loved YOU
into growing. You're all the children
ever had, and I'm leaving you" But
the old wife did not pluck a single
flower for she could never bear to see
blossom wither in her hand. while
ell she said aloud was: I'm glad twas
Mis- Holmes that bought in the house
They say she's a great hand ter dig
in the garden"
Angy's voice faltered Abe did not
answer. Something had caused
swimming before his eyes which he
did not wish LIS wife to see; so he
let fall the handle of the express
wagon and, bending his slow back.
plucked q spri5 Of Oldham" Though
he could not have expressed his senti.
rnents in words, the garden brought
poignant recOllcctiOns OF the hopes
and promises which had thrown their
rose color about the young days OF his
marriage. His hopes had never bios
somed into fulnUment His promises
20 the little wife had been choked by
the weeds OF his own ineHciencv.
Worse than this. tho bursting into
bloom of seeds of selfish reckIessness
IN himself was what had turned the
garden Of their III" into an arid waste
And now, iu their dry and withered
old age, he and Angy were being torn
up by the roots, flung as so much
rubbish by The roadside
Mother. be dretI sorry ter take
yrw away from our pOsies." muttered
Abraham as he ur.sa with his green
sDrig Son his hand
With shaking aug Amy sought
p pin hidden beneath her basque "Fa-
tier. shall pin ger ODD man I'm yer
fJttorhole2' she quasarsd Then as
le STOPPED for Dor ~ arrange the
rosy she uhlspe.aI 90 wouldn't care.
srrt fer what folks must eay. Les
hurry before ans One .. us told
everybody that wa HaHt a-ggiua ter
break up uu teruorr.r moruiu."
Fortunately. fl.rr Haa 20 way across