, 1915-06-24

cause OF that that he was little better
h a beggar. and I said those hor-
rible things!" Again she bent her
eyes. rereading the sentences: took
his ~detractors by surprise
had just sustained a grilling at the
hands of the states examiner which
might well have dried at their fount
h springs of sympathy"
She crushed up the paper In her
hand and rested her forehead on the
wet rail. Idiotically rich-a vandal-
a useless, purse-proud flaneur. She
had called him all that She could
still see the paleness of his look as
she had said it.
Shirley. ~overexcited as she still
felt the sobs returning. These, how
ever. did n last long and in a mo-
ment she found herself smiling again.
Though she had hurt him. she had
saved him, too! When she whispered
this over to herself it still thrilled and
startled her. She folded the paper
and fastened on under the cherry
trees.
Emmaline, the negro maid was wait
ing a%nxiously on the porch. She was
thin to spareness, with a face as
brown as a tobacco leaf. restless black
yes and wool neatly pinned and set
off by an amber comb.
Honey" called Emmaline. Use
been fearin' TO yo' wild all that light
min r'arin' eroun'. Yo' got tn Jess
mine? Give 'em to Em'line. She'll fix
EN- all nice, jes' how Mis- Judith like"
All right. Emmaline," replied Shir-
ley. And I'll go and dress. Has
mother missed me?"
Nom. She ain lef' huh room this
whole blessed day. Now yo' barth's
all ready-all 'cep'n III hot watah.
en- ! sem Ranston with that tn fus'
thing. Yo' hurry en- peel them wet
close of yo'se'f, or yo' have one o
them digested chills."
Her young mistress flown and the
hot water despatched, the negro won.
an spread a cloth on the floor and
began to cut and dress the long stalks
of the flowers. This done she fetched
bowls n vases. and set the pearly-
white clumps here and thereon the
dining-room sideboard, the hall
tel and the desk of the living-room-
till the delicate fragrance filled the
house. quite vanquishing the rose
scent from the arbors.
AS the trim colored woman moved
lightly about in the growing dusk.
with the low click of glass and muf-
fed clash of silver. the light tat-tat of
a cane sounded. and she raj to the
hall. where Mrs. cambridge was de-
opanItn0 tha ctofrUov nnn aim white
hand holding the banister. under the
edge of a white silk shawl which
dropped its heavy fringes to her daint-
ily-shod feet. On the lower step she
halted. looking smilingly about at the
blossomino bowls.
Don they smell up tn whole
house?" said Emmaline. 81 know'd
y'o be pleas. Mis- Judith. Now put
yo' ham on nah shouldah en- I'll take
yo' to yo' big cha'h."
They crossed the hall, the dusky
form bending to the fragile pressure of
the fingers. Now heah's yo' cha'h.
Ranston he made up a little fab jes'
to take tn damp out, en- tn big lamps
lit, en- Miss Shirleyn be down right
quick"
n mOultHt idteIr III ldCt, SURREY ue-
scended the stair. In a ilmy gown of
India-muslin. with a narrow betting of
gold, against whose flowing sleeves
her bare arms showed with a flushed
~pinkness the hue of the pale coral
beads about her neck. The damp
newspaper was in her hand. b.
At her step her mother turned her
head: she was listening intently ito
voices that came from the garden-a
child's shrill treble opposing Ran
ston's stentorian grumble.
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