The Dillon herald. [volume] (Dillon, S.C.) 1894-????, 1919-04-24


ahead that bad been taken; the last
trestle was done; the rock-pouring
well on; he called that going some
He felt pleasantly languid, but not yet
sleepy. His thought wandered over the
resting camp. And then Innes Hardin
came to him.
Not herself, but as a soft little
thought which came creeping around
the corner of his dreams. She had
been there, of course, all day, tucked
away in his mind, as though in his
home waiting for him to come back to
her, weary from the pricks Of the day.
The way he would come home to her,
please God, some day. Not bearing
his burdens to her, he did not believe
in that, but asking her diversions. Con-
tentment spread her soft wings over
him. He fell asleep.
Rickard wakened as to call. What
had startled him? He listened, rails
ing himself by his elbow. From a dis
tance, a sweet high voice, unreal in Its
pitch and thrilling quality, came to
him. 1t was Godfrey, somewhere on
the levee, singing by the river. 1t
brought him again to Innes Hardin.
He pulled aside his curtain which
hung over the screening Of his tent
and looked out into moon-fooded
world. Richards eyes fell on little
tent over yonder, white shrine.
"White as that fine. sweet soul OF
hers"
Wandering into the night, Godfrey
passed down the river, singing. bis
voice, the footlights, the listening
great audiences were calling to him.
To him, the moon-fooded levee, the
glistening water, made a star-set
scene. He was treading the boards,
the rushing waters by the bank gave
the orchestration for his melody-"La
Donna Mobile" He began it to Gerty
Hardin; she would hear 1t In her tent;
she would take it as the tender re-
proach he had teased here with that
afternoon in the ramada. :
He gave for encore ballad long
forgotten; he had pulled it back from
the cobwebs Of two decades; he had
made it his own.
'But, my darling, you will be,
Ever young and fair to me-"
It came, the soaring voice, to Tom
Hardin, outside Gerty's tent on his
lonely cot. He knew that song. Dis
dained by his wife, pretty figure
man cuts! IL his wife can't stand
him, who can? He wasn't good enough
for her. He was rough. bis life had
kept him from fitting himself to her
taste. She needed people who could
talk like Rickard, sing like Godfrey.
People, other people, might msscon-
strue her preferences. he knew they
were not flirtations; she needed her
kind. She would always keep straight;
she was straight as whip. Life was
as hard for her as 1t was for him; he
could feel sorry for her; his pity was
divided between the two Of them, the
husband. the wife, both lonely in their
own way.
'l On the other side Of the canvas
walls, Gerty Hardin lay listening to
the message meant for her. The tickle
sex, he had called hers; no constancy
In woman he had declared, fondling
her hair. He had tried to coax her
Into pledges. pledges which were also
disavowals to the man outside.
h Silver threads! Age shuddered at
her threshold. She hated that song.
Cruel, life had been to her; none OF Its
promises had been kept. To be happy,
why, that was humans birthright;
grab 1t. that was her creed! There
was a chance yet; youth had not gone.
He was singing 1t to her, her escape
Darling, you will be- 80
Ever, young and fair to me-"
: Godfrey, singing to Gerty HPrdin,
had awakened the camp. Innes, In
her tent, too, was listening.
Darling, you will be,
Ever young and fair to me-"
So that is>the miracle, that wild
rush Of certain feelingi Yesterday,
doubling, tomorrow, more doubts-but
tonight, the song, the night isolated
them, herself and Rickard, into a
world of their own. Life with him on
any terms she wanted.