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bredlntnE gnenCeS or scattered WOOuS,
opea delds and the far reaches OF
misty space. as though 1t were in hid
fng' 'ffOm the railroads, mills and high
WAYS OF an age of hurry. Upon its
long, SeYei crest It bore but three CEN
ters Of life and a symbol-Maple
house, the Flrs and Elm house, half
hidden ffOth the road by their dlstinc-
tiYe frees but as alive as the warm
eyes OF q veiled woman; and the
church.
The church was but a symbol
mere shell. Within, it presented the
appearance of a lumber room in dis
use, 4 playground for rats and a ha.
ven f6f dust. But without all was as
ttfhad eyer been, for the old church
was stlh beloved. Its fresh white
walls and green shutters and the aspir-
Ing steeBIe. towering into the blue,
denied neglect and robbed abandon
ment OF its sting.
In the shadow OF its walls lay an old
graveyard whose overgrown soil had
long been undisturbed. Along the
single road which cut the crest of the
hill from north to south were ruins
-Ofgsl9uses that once had sheltered the
scattered congregation. But the ruins
were hard 60 find, for they, too, were
oYeEgrOwn by juniper, clematis and
crowding thicket OF mountain ash.
on these evidences OF death and en-
croachmEnt the old church seemed TO
turn Its back as il by right of its fresh
walls aud unbToken steeple II were
stlll linked to life. Through its small
paned windows it seemed to gaze con-
tente1ly across the road at three
houses, widely separated, that half
faced 1t In diminishing perspective.
The three houses looked toward the
sunrise; the church toward its de-
cling.
On day In early spring Alan Wayne
was summoned to Red HILL Snow still
hung in the crevices of East Noun
tain. On the hill the ashes, after the
total eclipse of winter were meekly
dSnRing pale green. The elms of Elm
house. too. were but family outlined In
vendure. Farther down the road the
maples stretched out bare, black limbs.
Only the frs, in q phalanX, scoffed at
the general spring cleaning and looked
old and sullen in consequence. a
The colts, driven Dy Alan Wayne,
flashed over the brim of Red Hill on to
the level top. Coachman Joes jaw
was hanging in awe and so had hung
since Mr.. Alan had taken the reins.
For the first time in their five years
OF equal life the colts had felt the
cut OF n whip, not in anger but as
reprOof for breaking. Coachman Joe
had braced himself for the bolt his
hands itching to snatch the reins. But
there had been no boiling, only a sud-
den settling down to business.
For the first time in their lives the
colts were being pushed, steadily,
evenly, almost-but never quite-to
the breaking point Twice in the long
driYe Joe gathered up his jaw and
turued his head, preparing spoken
tribute to a master hand. But there
was no speaking to Mr.. Alan's face. At
that moment Joe was n part of the
seat to Mr.. Alan, and, being a coach
man of long standing in the family, he
knew it.
Couldn't of got here quicker If he'd
let 'em bolt" said he, in subsequent
description to the stable hand and the
cook. He snatched up pail Of water
and poured 1t steadily on the ground
Jest like that. He knew what was
In the colts the minute he laid hands
on 'em, and when he pulls 'em up at
the barn door there wasn't a drop left
in their buckets, was there, Arthur"
Nary a drop" said Arthur, stable
hand.
"And his face" continued the coach
man. "Most times Mr.. Alan has no
eyes to speak of, but today and that
time Miss Nance struck him with the
hatpin-'member, coOk?-his eyes
spread like fire and eat up his face.
This Is a black day for the Hill. Some
thin's going to happen. You mark
me-"
In truth Mr.. Alan Wayne had been
summoned in no equivocal terms and,
for all his haste, it was with nervous
step he approached the house.
Maple house sheltered a mixed
brood. J. Y. Wayne, seconded by Mrs.
j. Y, was the head of the family.
Their daughter, Nance Sterling, and
her babies represented the direct line,
but the orphans, Alan Wayne and
C1ematIs McAlpin, were on an equal
footing as children of the house Alan
was the only child of ]. Y.'s dead
brother. Clematis was also of Wayne
blood, but so intrfcately removed that
her exact relation TO the rest OF the
tribe was never figured out twice to
4.
Wayne. retired from the regular army
was an uncle in q different degree tc
every generation of Wayne. He was
the only man on Red Hill who dared
cali for a whisky and soda when hi
wanted it.
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