The Ordway new era., 1914-09-25

teen! A little eery touch crept along
her nerves and cool dampness broke
on her skin. for she seemed to hear,
quavering through the wondering si.
lence, the voice Of Mad Anthony. ~
It had quavered to her ear on the
doorstep OF the negro cabin, with the
welI.sweep throwing its long curved
shadow across the group Of laughing
faces:
"Ah sees .yo' swlne ter him. All
heahs de- co'ot.house clock a-strikin'
In dc night-en yo' gwine.
Dom wait. dom walt, III pistis. or
de trouble-clpud gwine kyah him
erway fom yo' =. When de clock
strike thuhtesn-when do clock strike
thuhteen-"
She dropped the lowered curtain
and drew back. A weird fancy had
begun to press on her brain. Had not
Mad Anthony .foretold truly what had
gone before? What II there. were
some cryptic meaning in this. too? To
90 to him. at midnight. by lonely
country road-she. girli Incredible!
Yet her mind had opened to . vague
growing fear that was swiftly mount
ing to thriving anxiety. That innate
superstition. secretly cherished while
derided. which 10 the heritage Of the
southron-born bred from centuries of
contact with mystical race. had her
In its grip. Yet all the while her
sober actual common-sense was crying
out upon her-and crying in vain.
Unknown appetences that had lain
darklins in her blood, come down to
her from long generations. were sud
denly compelling her. The curtain
began to wave in little wind that
whispered in the silk. and somewhere
in the yard below she could hear Se-
lin nipping the clover.
She was to 20 or the "trouble-cloud"
would carry him away!
A strange expression Of mingled
fright and resolve grew on her face.
She ran on tiptoe to her wardrobe
and with frantic haste dragged out .
rough cloak that fell over her soft
house-sown. covering II to tho feet. It
had peaked hood falling from its
collar and into this she thrust the
resentful masses Of her hair. Every
few seconds she caught her breath ID
. short gasp. and once she paused
with an apprehensive glance over her
shoulder and shivsred. She scarcely
knew what she diA. nor did she task
hsrsslf what might b the outcome OF
such an absurd adventure. She mel.
ther knew nor cared. She was swept
OF her feet and whirled away into
some outlandish limbo Of shadowy
fear and crying dread,
Slipping on her shoes. she went
swiftly and noiselessly down the stair.
She let herself out Of the door and,
shoes on again. ran across tho clover
A hound clambered about her. whin-
ing, but she silenced him with q whis-
she patted the summing inquiring
muzzle an instant before. with her
hand on his name, she led him
through the hedge to the stable. 1t
was but the work Of q moment to
throw on . side-saddle and buckle the
girth. Then. mounting. she turned
him into the lane.
He was thoroughbred, and her tense
excitement seemed to communicate
itself to him. He blew tho breath
through his delicate naring nostrils
and flung up his head at her restrain.
ing hand on the bride. Once on the
Red Road. she let him have his will.
Tho long vacant highway reeled out
behind her to the fierce and lonely
hoof.tattoo. She was scarcely con.
scious OF consecutive thought-all was
= vague tumble of chaotic Impressions
threaded by that necessity that called
her like an insistent voice.
distember on the shifting gloom;
swarthy farmhouse roofs huddled like
giant Indians on the trail. and ponds
in pastures tlinted back the pale
glimmering Of stars. The faint mist,
tangled In the branches Of the trees,
made them look like ghosts gathered
to see her pass. Was this real or
was she dreaming? Was she, Shirley
cambridge. really galloping down an
open road at midnight-because of the
hare-braineds maunderinss Of half.
mad old negro? -
The great iron gate Of Damory court
hung open, and scarcely slackening
her pace, she rode through and up
tho long drive. The glooming house
front was blank and silent and Its
huge porch columns looked like lonely
gray rnonoliths In the wan light Not
twinkle showed At chink or Granny;
the ponderous shutters were closed.
There was . sense OF desertion, Of
emptiness about the place that
brought her heart into her throat with
sickly horrible feeling of certainty.
She Jumped down from the blowing
horse and hurried around the house.
The door of The kitchens was open
and ladder OF dim reddish light fell
from 1t across the grass. She ran
swiftly and looked In. A huddled flE-
ure sat there. rocking to and fro in
the lamplight. lt
Aunt Daph." she called. "what 10
the matter?"
The turbaned head turned sharply
l fouEa I'd hAr MCak ,e<,s Ma SlAl.aa.E ~