The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1914-05-07

years. TeIuIeu Dy the transparent SKln
and color as soft as the cheek of an
apricot. 1t was solely in her dark
eyes. deep and strangely luminous
that one might see lurking the som.
Der spirit of passion and of pain. But
they were eager and brilliant withal
giving the lie to the cane whose crook
one pale delicate hand held with a
clasp that somehow conveyed a sense
OF exasperate II semi-humorOus re-
belllon.
She looked up at Shirley's voice, and
smiled brightly. "Off 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. III have to hurry, for I 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 a green apple from a
bough that hung over a stone wall and
with this in her hand she cana close
to the pasture fence and whistled q
peculiar call 1t was answered by a
low whinny and a soft thud Of hoofs,
and golden-chestnIt hunter thrust
long nose over the bars, flaring
f1ame-lined nostrils to the touch of her
hand. She laid her cheek against the
white thoroughbred forehead and held
the apple to the larger reaching lip,
with several teasing withdrawings be-
fore she gave 1t to its juicy crunching.
She let down the top bar Of the
fence and vaulting over, ran to a
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 riders-a kindly-faced, middle
aged man, a younger one with dark
features and coal-black hair, and two
girls.
Chisholm Lusk spurred In advance
and lifted his hat. Il held up the
Judge. Shirley" he said, "and made
him bring me along. He tells me
there's fox hunt on tomorrow; may l
Gomez"
"Pshaw! Chilly" said the Judge. Il
don't believe you ever got up at five
o'clock in your born days. You've
loo rD nd had ha hita q ahrnad"
You'll see," he answered. IF my
man Friday doesn't rout me out to-
morrow, I'll be up for murder"
They rode an hour, along stretches
of sunny highways or on shaded bride
paths where the horses hoofs fell muf-
fed in brown pine-needles and droop-
ing branches f1icked their faces. Then,
by murky way gouged with brusk
gullies, across shelving fields 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 us get drink" said Chilly
Lusk I'm as thirsty as a cotton
batting camel"
"All right, we'll STOP" agreed the
Judge, "and you'll have chance to
see a local lion, Betty This is
where Mad Anthony lives. You must |
have heard of him when you were here
before. He's almost as celebrated as
the Reverend John Jasper of Rich
mond."
Betty tapped her temple. Where !
have All heard of John Jasper?"
HE was the author of the famous
sermon on The Sun do Move He
used to prove it by bucket Of water
that he set beside his pulpit Saturday
night. AS it hadn't spilled in the
he knew it was the earth that
stood still"
Betty nodded laughingly "Ah re-
now. Is Mad Anthony really
nad?"
"Only harmlessly," said Shirley.
He's stone blind. The negroes all
believe he conjures-that's voodoo,
you know. They put a lot Of stock
In his prophecisms.' He tells for
tunes, too. SSH" she warned He's
sitting on the doorstep. Hes heard
u.s."
The old negro had the torso of a
black patriarch. He sat bolt upright
with long straight arms resting on
his knees, and his face had that Pc
,uliar expressionless immobility seen
n Egyptian carvings. His age might
nave been anything, judging from his
ace which was so scanned and crew
ced with innumerable tiny wrinkles
hat 1t most resembled the tortured |
glaze Of some ancient bitumen pot
terry unearthed from a tomb Of Kor.
The judge dismounted, and tossing
his bride over fence-p!cket, took
rom his pocket collapsible drinking
cup. "Howdy do, Anthony" he said.
We just stopped for drink Of your
good water"