The Idaho recorder. [volume] (Salmon City, Idaho) 1886-1927, 1914-08-13

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'oiiihg Joy Threel Four!
FiVei Perhaps he was
sleepsess. listening. too Was he in
the old library. thinking OF herr
DIX! Seven! Eight
Ninel II she could only
send her message TO him on the bellsl
Ten! II swelled more loudly
now. more deliberate. Elevenl
Another day was almost gone.
Twelve! Joy cometh In the
morning''--ran the whisper across her
thought, II was morning now.
Thirteen!
She caught sharp breath. Her
ear had not deceived her-the vibra.
ton still palpitated on the air like a
heart OF sound. II had struck thir
teen! A little Gerry touch crept along
her nerves and cool dampness broke
on her skin. for che seemed to hear.
quavering through the wondering ST.
lence. the voice OF Mad Anthony. as
~ had quavered TO her ear on the
doorstep of the negro cabin. with the
wellsweep throwing It's long curved
shadow across the group OF laughing
faces:
'Ah gees yo gwlne ter him. All
heahs de co'othouse clock a,strikin'
In de night--en yo' gwine.
Don wait. don wait. III mlstls, or
do trouble-cloud gwine kyah him
efway rom 20 When de clock
strike thuhteen--when de clock strike
thuhteen--"
She dropped the Powered curtain
and drew back. A weird fancy had
begun to press on her brain. Had not
Mad Anthony foretold truly what had
gone before2 What II there we're
some cryptic meaning In this, too? To
go TO him. at midnight. by lonely
country roadside. a girl' Incrediblel
Yet her mind had opened to vague
growing fear that was swiftly mount
Ing 10 thriving anxiety. That innate
auperstition. secretly cherished while
derided, which Ii the heritage OF the
Southron-born bred from centuries OF
contact with a mystical race, had her
In It's grip. Yet all tho while her
sober actual common-sense was crying
out upon her-and crying in vain.
Unknown appetenees that had lain
darkllng 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 tho yard below she could hear Sc.
linn nIpping the clover.
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would carry him awayl
A strange expression of mingled
fright and resolve grew on her face.
She ran on ttptoe to her wardrobe
and with frantic haste dragged out
rough cloak that fell over her soft
house-gown. eoyertRg It TO the feet. Il
had peaked hood falling from It's
collar and into this she thrust the
rescntful massea OF her hair Every
few seconds she caught her breath IN
a short gasp. and once she paused
with an apprehensivo glance over her
shoulder and shiyered. she scarcely
knew what she did. nor did she ask
herself what might be the outcome of
such IN absurd adventure. She mel.
on her feet and whrled away into
some outlandish limbo OF shadowy
fear and crying dread.
Slipping on her shoes. she went
swiftly and noiselessly down tho stair
She let herself out OF the door and
shoes on again, ran across the clover |
A hound ciambered about her. whin. |
ms. hut she silencod him with a whls. |
pered word. Selim lifted his head and |
she patted the Hnutilng inqulrInE |
AN instant before. with her |
hand on bis name. she led him /
the hedge TO tho stable II /
was but the work OF a moment To |
throw ON sldesaddle aud buckle the |
girlh. Then, mounting. she turned /
him into the lane
lie VAS thoroughbred. and her tense /
excitement seemed to communicate |
Itself TO him, lle blew the breath /
through his delicate fAring nostrIls 1
and flung up his head at Ner restrain. /
Ing hand ON the bride. Inr, on the
Red Road. she let him haze ais win /
The long vacant highway re lied out
behind her to the herco ana lonely 1
hooftattoo, She MAS se1.yce.y con.
scious OF consecutive thoasat All was
a vague tumble OF ehaotl- Impressions
threaded by that necessity tSAt called
her like an inalstent yoicA
Copsc and hedge dew by, sirseks nj
dlstsmper on the shifting loom
sNarlhy farmhouse roofs hu4dlAi like
giant Indians on the trail. k4I pond.
tn passures Elinted baek "a mai.
Of stars The fat., mis
tangled In tbs branches a. o., Trees
made them look like ghosts .h.hsr,d
70 see her pass. Was this ,,ai or
VAS she dreaming Was she. shirley
cambridge really gallopiag down an