The Glenwood post., 1916-07-22

mostly of mans mind, but when II
comes to facts them words don't at
Lieber. He got more exile than was
comm to him: it ct up the ecstasy an
more of the promised land. But L
dom know. They's lots of folks that
needs to worry more'n Lieber over
crossin' the divide"
They sat thoughtful for some time
and then Alan remembered Red Hill
"Where are you staying. Kemp7"
"Astor house."
Alan looked at his watch. "Core
on" he said. "We've got to hustle
We've just got time to rush down and
get your bag"
"What for?" drawled Kemp.
81 was bound for our place out in
the country when found you. We've
got just forty minutes to catch the
train. You're coming with me-"
A wary look came into Kemp's eyes.
"Your folks out there, Mr.. Wayne?"
he asked.
"Yes." said Alan, and then added.
Kemp, do you take me for man that
would steer you up against a game
you don't hold cards IMP"
"No," said Kemp, 81 don't" and
then found himself hated and hurried
into taxi before he could further pro-
test.
If Alan had any qualms about intro
ducing Kemp to Red Hill they were
soon allayed. Kemp was duly present
ed on the lawn at Maple House. To
everything in petticoats he took OF his
hat and said "ma'am," but before the
men he stood hated and vouchsafed
short "Howdyr accompanied by
handshake where 1t was invited.
Strange to Kemp must have seemed
the group Of which he found himself
the center. At tea table under the
biggest maple sat Mrs. J. Y. She called
Kemp and motioned to a chair beside
her. Kemp let his lanky frame down
slowly on the fragile structure, took of
his domed hat and laid it on the grass
at his side. For an instant Mrs. ]. Y.
fixed her soft, myopic gaze on him and
then looked away. Clem brought him
a cup of tea and biscuit. Kemp held
the cup and saucer in the hollow of
his hand and looked dubiously at their
contents. would you like something
else, Mr.. Kemp?" asked Mrs. J. Y.
softly, some other drink, mean?"
Kemp's quick eye roved over the
group. He saw that nobody was tax
ing anything but tea and at the same
time he noted gratefully that nobody
was watching him. The Judge and
J. Y. were talking to each other.
Nance, Junior, and Cousin Tom were
kneeling before Gerry, Junior, stolen
for a short hour from Alix. That
dwarf. Moloch, arrayed in starchy
white that stuck out like ballet skirt
above his sturdy, fat legs, was gravely
devouring sacrifice of cake. Charlie
Sterling lay full length on the ground
while his brood, with shrill cries at his
frequent eruptions, buried and re-
buried him with sofa pillows. Nance,
Alan and Glen slipped tea and cheered
on the children's efforts.
Kemp turned a twinkling eye on
Mrs. J. Y. II amt sayin'. ma'am, thet
this mixture is my usual bev'rage, but
a man don't expect to have his usual
handed down I'm q pulpit, and like
wise see no call for folks turnin' their
front lawns into a bar"
Kemp could feel scene; his strange
nature was moved at finding itself
rubbing elbows with such a group
and when Kemp was moved he al
ways talked to hide his emotion. Mrs.
J. Y.'s kindly eyes led him on, made
him feel welrdly akin to those quiet,
contented men and women and clean
frocked. rosy-cheeked children frolick-
ing against the peaceful setting Of
shady trees, old lawns and the ram
bling house that staidly watched them
like some motherly hen, wings out
spread, ever ready to brood and shell
ter.
Kemp's eyes left Mrs. J. Us face
and swept over, the scene again.
''Speakin' Of bars" he went on in his
soft drawl. ~ don't think missus
ever has no call to handle drinks over
an above what goes in md out of a
milk pail, which isn't drink in a man
ner o. speakin'. l can't rightly recllect
that ever seen a missus leanin over
either side of bar in this country, but
I've strayed some from the home fence
an you may be surprised, Mis- Wayne,
to know thet they's lands where no one
amt never heerd tell on barman an
where barmaids is some commoner'n n
the milkin' brand"
"YesT said Mrs. J. 7. epcouras-
ingly. -.. a
"Sho' thing" replied Kemp; IT seen
'em. I. won't forget the fust time b.
cause was consid'able embarrassed.
missed q steamer in Moo Yawk an
the firm1 was in hurry, 10 they ssnt
me acrost to s'uthampton, an while I
was waitin' for the Brasil boat Teller
I'd picked up on boa'd showed me
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