Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1914-03-05

years, refuted by the transparent skin
and a color as soft as the cheek of an
apricot. 1t was solely in her dark
eyes, deep and strangely luminous,
that one might SEQ lurking the som
Der spirit of passion and of pain. But
they were eager and brilliant wlthal,
giving The lie to the cane whose crook
one pale delicate hand held with a
clasp that somehow conveyed a sense
of exasperate If semi-humorous re-
bellion.
She looked up at Shirley's voice, and
smiled brightly. OF for your ride,
dear?" H
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. Ill have to hurry, for | 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 came close
to the pasture fence and whistled a
peculiar call. 1t was answered by a
low whinny and a soft thud of hoofs,
and a golden-chestnut hunter thrust
a long nose over the bars, flaring
| tlame-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 it to its juicy c%runching.
She let down the top bar OF the
fence and vaulting over, ran to a
stable and presently emerging with a
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, land made
him bring me along. He tells me
there's a fox hunt on tomorrow; may
Gomez" d.
"Pshaw! Chilly" said the judge. y
don't believe you ever got UP at five
O'Clock in your born days. You've
learned bad habits abroad"
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 Aicked their faces. Then
by a murky way gouged with brush
gullies, across shelving fields ant
"t%urn-roWs" in a long detour arount
Powhattan Mountain, a rough spur II
the shape Of an Indians head thai
wedged itself forbiddingly between thu
fields of spring corn and tobacco.
DO let US get a 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 a chance tt
see a local lion, Betty. This IL
where Mad Anthony lives. You mus
have heard of him when you were hert
before. He's almost as celebrated a!
the Reverend John Jasper Of Rich
mond."
Betty tapped her temple. Where
have All heard Of John Jasper"
He was the author of the famou!
sermon on The Sun do Move HI
used to prove it by a bucket Of waite
that he set beside his pulpit Saturda!
night. AS 1t hadn't spilled in tn,
morning he knew it was the earth tina
stood still"
Betty nodded l%aughingly. "Ah re
member now. Is Mad Anthony reall.
mad?' (,
only harmIessly." said Shirley
He's stone blind. The negroes al
believe he conjures-that's voodoo
you know. They put a lot of stool
in his 'prophecisms.' He tells fol-
tunes, too. SSH" she warned. He.
sitting on the doorstep. He's hear
u.s."
The old negro had the torso Of
black patriarch. He sat bolt uprigh
with long straight arms resting o.
his knees, and his face had that pc
culiar expressionless immobility see,
In Egyptian carvings. His age nigh
have been anything, Judging from hi
face which was SO scanned and GREY
iced with innumerable tiny wrinkle
that It most resembled the torture
glaze Of some ancient bitumen po'
terry unearthed from a tomb Of Kol
The Judge dismounted, and tossin
his bride over a fence-pscket, too
from his pocket a collapsible drinkin
cup. "Howdy do, Anthony" he sait
I'VE just stopped for a drink Of you
' good water"
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