Askov American. [volume] (Askov, Pine County, Minn.) 1914-current, 1916-08-03

comfortable chair, q companion to
Gerry's. He fell into so deep reverie
that Gerry thought he was asleep.
Gerry got up and walked around the
room. His eye fell on the tAble He
saw what the Barbadian had written:
simply the date OF the day. But above
the freshly written date showed an.
other. filmed over with dust and above
that another almost obliterated. Gerry
leaned over the table. He could see
that 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 q ruined lawn; In its
center cracked, dry, marble fountain.
OF to one side was a giant plane tree.
From one Of its limbs hung two frayed
ropes. Against its trunk leaned
weather-beaten swing-board. Under
the ropes, q wisp Of path still showed,
beaten hard in q bygone day by the
feet OF children. Beyond the lawn
stretched wide hunfmocky cane fields.
They were abandoned save for little
patches Of cane here and there,
punched up against little hen-coop
houses.
"Got home, boyY'
Gerry turned and found the Barba-
dian rtanding beside him. "A home!
he answered, his thoughts flying to
Red Hill, II should think l have and
it's q Ii" Gerry caught himself but
not in time.
The Barbadian nodded slowly. az
know" he said, you were going to say
it's live one. Well, as to that, don't
you make a mistake. This home il
alive too-just exactly as alive as l
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 time when We whites
stood fifteen to one over the blacks on
this island. Now the tables are turned.
A chap that only takes q 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 a big price for this old place
but I'm not selling"
Gerry looked at the Barbadian's
rather shabby clothes. "Why don't
| you sell IL you don't want to work the
place? It's worth money. I know
enough to tell you that"
The Barbadian rested one hand high
on the thick trunk Of q 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. haven't
killed the thing that love best. You
can get cash, comfort and cool drinks
almost anywhere, but I have remem-
bered that memories travel only beat.
en- paths"
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 q
pause to his troubled soul. The Bar
badian had opened bis eyes. Doub,
left him. There was but one road-the
road back-and 1t was open. He wrote
his cable to AK with a firm hand.
The freighter reached quarantine
after quiet voyage twelve hours
ahead OF time and just at sundown
A tug hurried down the bay to tel
them their berth was not ready. The
freighter was forced to anchor at the
mouth Of the narrows. Gerry watched
/ the lights spring out from the shadowy
shores. They beckoned him to familia,
{ scenes. Staten Island had been to his
q boyhood an undiscovered land and the
: scene Of his first wanderings. Bay
4 shore he knew through constant pass
ing by. In the sky beyond 1t, hung the
, glow Of the summer city. here and
t there pierced with the brighter fame
2 Of some grotesque monstrosity.
e Up the bay tie dark waters forked
e into two bands that lost themselves In
I sea and sky OF twinkling lights. He
( could just determine the sweeping arch
of Brooklyn bridge and the presence OF
e more than one new Tower Of Babel
= that broke the ever-changing skyline
J. Of his native city and made him feel,
I by that much. forgotten and an alien
e But from all the myriad lesser lights
: his eyes turned gratefully to the high.
a held torch Of Liberty. Beneath 1t, the
( familiar. tilted diadem. the shadowy
i folds draping the outstanding pose.
a the strength and steadfasness and the
titanic grandeuI Of the statue, carried
d their message to him as never before.
e Il became to him what it's creator had
conceived. m emblem. and the myriad