Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1916-02-15

Aian ~ tba e. iiinS iiiimCaptahn am WAYNE tells tells
drinks Alsn's health on his birthday.
J. 7. kept his eyes down. you
know. more or less. Alan. We won't
talk about that. l was trying to hold
you. But today 1 give it up. I've
got one more thing to tell you, though,
and there are mighty few people that
know 1t. The Hills battles have never
entered the field of gossip. Seven
years before you were born my ia
ther-your andfather-turned me
out. 1t was from this room. He said
had started the name OF Wayne on
the road TO shame and that could go
with it, He gave me Ave hundred dol
lars. ] took it anu went. / sank low
with the name, but in the end I
brought 1t back, and today 1t stands
high on both sides of the water. I'm
not happy man, as you know, for all
that. You see, though l brought the
name back in the end, l never saw
your grandfather again and he never
knew.
Here are FIVE hundred dollars. It's
the last money you'll ever have from
me, but whatever you do, whatever
happens, remember this: Red Hill does
not belong to a Lansing nor to a
Wayne nor to an Elton. 1t is the eter
nal mother of US all. Broken or mend
ed, Lansings and Waynes have come
back to the Hill through generations.
City of refuge or harbor of peace, it's
all one to the Hill. Remember that"
He laid The crisp notes on the desk
Alan half turned toward the door but
stepped back again. His eyes and face
were dull once more. He picked up
the bills and slowly counted them. Il
shall return the money, sir" he said
and walked out.
He went to the stables and ordered
the pony and cart for the afternoon
train. As he came out he saw Nance,
the children and the captain coming
slowly up Long lane from the farm.
He lodged back into the barn through
the orchard and across the lawn. Mrs.
J. 7. stood in the garden directing the
relaying of flower beds. Alan made a
circuit. As he stepped into the road
swift steps came toward him. He
wheeled and faced Clem coming at
full run. He turned his back on her
and started away. The swift steps
stopped so suddenly that he looked
around. Glenn was standing stock STILL
one awkward, lanky leg half crooked
as though it were still running. Her
skirts were absurdly short. Her little
fists, brown and scratched. pressed her
sides. Her dark hair hung in a tan
gled mat over a thin. pointed face. Her
eyes were large and shadowy. Two
tears had started from them and were
crawling down soiled cheeks. She was
quivering all over like woman struck.
Alan swung around and strobe up
to her. He put one arm about her
thin form and drew her to him. Don't
cry, Clem," he said, don't cry.
didn't mean to hurt YOU"
For one moment she clung to him
and buried her face against his coat
Then she looked up and smiled
through wet eyes. "Alan. I'm so glad
you've come
Alan caught her hand and together
they walked down the road TO the old
church. The great door was locked.
Alan loosened the fastening OF shut
ter, sprang in through the window and
drew Clem after him. They climbed
to the belfry. From the belfry one
saw the whole world with Red Hill as
its center. Alan was disappointed.
The hill was still half naked-almost
bleak. Maple house and Elm house
shone brazenly white through budding
trees. They looked as IL they had
crawled closer TO the road during the
winter. The Firs. with Its black bor-
der of last years foliage. looked fune-
real. Alan turned from the scene. but
Clem's little hand drew him back.
Clematis McAlpin had happened be-
tween generations. Alan. Nance. Gerry
Lansing and their friends had been too
too young. There were Elton children
OF about her age, but for years they
had been abroad. Consequently Glen
had grown to fifteen in a sort Of lone
liness not uncommon with single chill
dren who can just remember the good
times the half-generation before them
used to have by reason OF their num-
bers. This loneliness had given her
in certain ways a precocious develop
ment while 1t left her subdued and shy
even when among her fanillars. But
she was shy without fear and her shy
ness itself had a fiowerlike sweetness
that made bold appeal.
isn't It wonderful, Alan?" she said.
Yesterday it was cold and 1t rained
and the Hill was black. black, like the
Firs. Today all the trees are fuzzy