The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1916-01-28
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Red Hill was hemmed in by the
breathing silences of scattered woods.
open fields and the far reaches of
misty space. as though it were in hid
ing from the railroads. mills and high
ways of an age of hurry. Upon its
long. level crest it bore but three cen
tiers of life and a symbol-Maple
house, the Firs and Elm house. half
hidden from the road by their distinc-
tive trees but as alive as the warm
eyes of a yelled woman; and the
church.
The church was but symbol-a
mere she'll Within, it presented the
appearance of q lumber room in dis
use. playground for rats and ha'
ven for dust. But without all was as
it had ever been, for the old church
was still beloved. Its fresh. white
walls and green shutters and the aspir-
ing steeple, 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
of houses that once had sheltered the
scattered congregation. But the ruins
We're hard to find. for they, too. were
overgrown by juniper, clematis and
crowding thicket Of mountain ash.
On these evidences of death and en-
croachment the old church seemed to
turn it's back as if by right of it's fresh
walls and unbroken steeple it were
still linked to life. Through its small
paned windows ii seemed to gaze con-
tentedly across the road at three
houses. widely separated. that half
faced it in a diminishing perspective.
The three houses looked toward the
: sunrise: the church toward its de-
cline
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
donning pale green. The elms Of Elm
house. too. were but family outlined in
verdure Farther down the road the
naples stretched out bare, black limbs.
Only the frs, in {, phalanX, scoffed at
the general spring cleaning and looked
old and sullen in consequence.
The colts, driven oy Alan Wayne.
flashed over the brim of Red Hill on to
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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 a 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
drive Joe gathered up his jaw and
turned his head. preparing spoken
tribute to a master hand. But there
that moment Joe was 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 it 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
Mary a drop" said Arthur. stable
hand.
"And his face" continued the coach
man. 'tMost 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 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 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
Clematis 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 intricately removed that
her exact relation to the rest of the
tribe was never figured out twice TO
the same conclusion. OLD Captain
Wayne retired from the regular army
was an uncle in different degree tc
every generation of Wayne. He was
the only man on Red Hill who dared
cali for whisky and soda when he
wanted it.
When Alan reached the house Mrs
j. Y. was in her garden across thr
road. surveying winters ruin, and
Nance with her children had borne
the captain off to the farm to see that
oft-repeated wonder and always wei
come forerunner of plenty, the quite
iIeW calf.
tlematis McAlpin, shy and long
tiluhed. just at the awkward age wher
woman misses being either boy or girl
lad disappeared. Where. nobody knew
She inight be rd's-nestiEs in the
swamp or crying over the "ldylls oi
the King" in the barn loft. Certainly
she .as not III the house. J. Y. Wayne
had seen to that. Stern and rugged O
face. hc sat in the library alone ant
waited for Alan. He heard distan