Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1914-03-16

M m. And shs told herself that the
son vas the same sort. That hard
Get OF tho NV. those arm lips. would
know no flinching. He might su1sf.
but he would be strong.
Half unconsciously she spoke her
thought aloud: "You look like your
father, do you not?"
"Yes," he replied, there's . strong
likeness. I have photograph which
I'll show you sometime. But how did
you know"
Perhaps I only guessed" she said
in some confusion. To cover this abe
stopped by the pebbly marge and held
out her hand to the bronze ducks that
pushed and gobbled about her fingers.
"What have you named them?" she
asked.
Nothing. You christen them"
Every we'll. The light ono shall
bs Peezletree and the dark one Pilgar-
lie. got the names from John Jasper
-he was virginia's famous negro
preacher. once heard him hold forth
when he read from one Of the Psalms
the one about the harp and the
psaltery-and he called it peezletree."
valiant's laugh rang out over the
lake-to be answered by q sudden
sharp screech from the terrace, where
the peacock strutted. blaze Of span
gled purple and gold. They turned to
see Aunt Daphne issue from the
kitchen, twig-broom in hand.
"Heah!" she exclaimed. What TO-
yo' kyahin' on like er viii gyran wen
we got comply. 20 triflin' Oh fan
tail, 70! Git outen heah!" She
waved her weapon and the bird. with
a raucous shrek Of defiance. retired
in ruffled disorder. The master of
Damory Court looked at Shirley.
What shall we name him?"
I'D call him Fire-Cracker Il he
goes OF like that" she said. And Fire.
Cracker the bird was chrtstened forth
with.
"And now" said Shirley. Tets set
out the ramblers."
The major had brought rough plan.
sgetched from memory, Of the old ar
rangement Of the formal garden. I'll
Just go over the lines Of the beds with
Unc' Jefferson" he proposed. while
you two potter ever these roses" So
Valiant and Sh riley walked back up
the slope beneath the pergola %.
gether.
With Ranston. pufdng and blowing
like black porpoise over his creak'
ing so-cart, they planted the ralh6ieT5
crimson and pink and white-Va-
liant much Of the time on his knees.
his hands plunginE deep into the black
spongy earth, and Shirley with broad
hat flung on the grass. her fingers
separating the clinging thread-like
roots and her small arched foot lamp
ing down the soil about them. Her
hair-the color Of wet raw wood in
the sunltght-was very near the brown
head and sometimes their fingers
touched over tho work. Once, a. they
stood up, flushed with the exercise. .
great black and orange butterfly,
dazed with the sun.glow, alishted on
Valiant's rolled.up sleeve. He held bis
arm perfectly still and blew gently
on the wavering pinions till it swan
away. When redbird fiirted By, to
his delight she whistled its call 20
perfectly that It wheeled in mid-hight
and tilted inQuiringly back toward
them.
As they descended the terrace again
to the pergola, he said, There's only
one thing lacking at Damory Coust-
. sun-dial"
Then you haven't found it?'' she
cried delighte1ly. Come and let me-
show you.''
She led the way through the mA1e
OF beds at one side till they reached
q hedge laced thickly with Virginia
creeper. He parted this leafy screen,
bending back the springing fronds
that thrust against the dimsy muslin
Of her gown and threatened to spear
the pink-rosed hat that cast an ador.
able warm tint over her creamy face,
thinking that never had tho old place
seen such q picture a. she made
framed In the deep green.
Some such thought was in the ma
jor's mind. too. as he came slowly up
the terrace below. He paused, to take
OF his hat and wipe his brow.
with the place all fixed up this
way" he sighed to himself, Il could
believe it was only last week that
Beauty Valiant and Southall and l
were boys, loafng around this gyar.
den. And to think that now it's Va
liant's son and Judith's daughter!
Why, 1t seems like yesterday that Shir-
Icy there was only knee.high to .
grasshopper-and used to tell her
her hair was that color because she
ran through hell bareheaded. I'm
about thousand years old, I reckon"
Meanwhile the two figures above
had pushed through the tangle into
a circular sunny space where stood a
short round pillar of red onyx. 1t was
q sun.dial, its vine-clad disk cut OF
gray polished stone in which its metal
tongue was socketed. Round the outer
edge Of the disk ran an inscription
in archaic lettering. Valiant pulled
away the clustering Ivy leaves and
read: II count no hours but the hap.
py ones"
IF that had only been true!" he
said.
1T is true. See how the vines hid
the sun from it. It ceased to mark
the time after the Court was do
serted