Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1916-07-08

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simply the date Of the day. But above
the freshly written date showed an
other, filmed over with dust, and above
| that another almost oblterated. Gerry
leaned over the table. He could see
| that a long succession of dates had
! been written into the thick-laid dust
! beginning with the fresh numerals
staring up at him they reached back
and back through the years till they
faded away into dim past.
Gerry tiptoed out on to the veranda
Before him was a ruined lawn; in its
center a cracked, dry. marble fountain
on to one side was a giant plane tree
From one of its limbs hung two frayed
ropes. Against its trunk leaned a
Weather-beaten swing board Under
the ropes, wisp of path still showed
/ beaten hard in a bygone day by the
feet of children. Beyond the lawn
stretched wide hummocky cane fields
/ They were abandoned save for little
| patches of cane here and there
punched up against little hen-coop
! houses
Got a home boy?"
Gerry turned and found the Barba-
dian 1tanding beside him. "A homer
| he answered, his thoughts flying to
Red Hill, Il should think l have and
its Ii" Gerry caught himself but
not in time.
The Barbadian nodded slowly. 81
know" he said, you were going to say
its live one. Well, as to that, don't
| you make a mistake. This home is
alive too-just exactly as alive as
am, for I'm the last of the Barbados
| Malcolms.
Home" he went on. isn't alto
gether a matter of cash. comfort and
cool drinks. Sometimes it's Just a
gathering place for memories.
There was a time when we whites
stood fifteen to one over the blacks on
| this island. Now the tables are turned.
A chap that only takes a drink every
time he sees a white man would have
to go to mass meeting to get drunk.
Lately they've been sending out
scientific commissions from England
to sit like coroners on this mound in
the sea. They say they're going to
bring the corpse back to life. I've been
offered big price for this old place
but I'm not selling"
Gerry looked at the Barbadians
rather shabby clothes. "Why don't
you sell if you don't want to work the
place? It's worth money. l know
enough to tell you that"
The Barbadian rested one hand high
on the thick trunk Of a wistaria. A
slow smile drew the corners Of his
mouth. Worth money!" he echoed
My boy, not every man kills the thing
that he loves best. This is my home
You read those dates written in dust
and still you thought my home was
dead. But is isn't dead l haven't
killed the thing that l love best. You
! can get cash, comfort and cool drinks
almost anywhere, but l have remem-
bered that memories travel only beat
en- paths"
1 Even as Gerry picked his way back
to the waiting cab he felt Red Hill
/ reaching out for him, drawing him.
/ And during the long, slow drive to the
! quay he learned that he had passed the
| crossroads that had given so long
pause to his troubled soul The Bar
/ badian had opened his eyes. Doubt
| left him. There was but one road-the
road back-and it was open He wrote
his cable to Alix with a firm hand
/ The freighter reached quarantine
after a quiet voyage twelve hours
ahead of time and just at SHUTDOWN
A tug hurried down the bay TO tell
/ them their berth was not ready. The
/ freiguter was forced to anchor at the
mouth OF the narrows. Gerry watched
I the lights spring out from the shadowy
/ shores. They beckoned him to familiar
scenes. Staten Island had been to his
boyhood an undiscovered land and the
/ scene OF his first wauderinEs. Bay
shore he knew through constant PASS
ing by. In the sky beyond it, hung the
glow OF the summer city. here and
( there pierced with the brighter flame
of some grotesquc moustrosity.
Up the bay the dark waters forked
into two bands that lost themselves in
sea and sky Of twinkling lights. He
could just determine the sweeping arch
Of Brooklyn bridge and the presence Of
more than one new Tower Of Babel
that broke the ever-changlug skyline
OF his native city and made him fee,
by that much. forgotten and an alien.
But from all the myriad lesser lights
! his eyes turned gratefully 10 the high
held torch Of Liberty. Beneath It, the
familiar, tilted diadem, the shadowy
folds draping the Outstanding pose,
| the strength and steadfastness and the
titanic grandeur Of the statue. carried
their message to him as never before.
. 1t became 70 him what it's creator had
conceived. an emblem. and the myriad