The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1919-08-16
CHAPTER XXI.
The White Night.

The White Night.
Lord, I'm tired" grOaned Richard
stumbling into camp. wet to the skin
"Don't you say letters to me. Mac
I'm going to bed. Tell Ling l dOn't
want any dinner. He'll want to fuss
up something. / don't want to see
food"
The day. confused and jumbled
burned across his eyeballs; turmoil
Of hustle and hurry of insurrection. He
had made a swift stand against that.
He was TO be minded to the last man.
jack of them, or anyone would go. his
threat including the engineers. Silent,
Irish, Wooster, Hardin himself. This
was no time for factions. for leader
feeling.
In bed. the day with its irritations
fell away. He could see now the step
ahead that had 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 1nnes Hardin
came to him.
Not herself, but as soft little
thought which came creeping around
the corner Of his dreams. She had
been there, of course. all day, tucked
away I'm 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.
Richard wakened as to a call. What
had startled him? He listened. rails
ing himself by his elbow. From dis
lance, 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.
hung over the screening of his tent
and looked out into q moon-foOded
world. Richards eyes fell on a little
tent over yonder, a white shrine.
white as that fine sweet soul of
hers I"
Wandering into the night, Godfrey
passed down the river, singing. His
voice. the footlights, the listening
great audiences were calling to him.
To him. the moon-fooded levee, the
RltcfanfnO
scene. He was treading the boards,
the rushing waters by the bank gave
the orchestration for his melOdy-'La
Donna e Mobile" He began 1t to Gerry
Hardin; she would hear II In her tent;
she would take 1t as the tender re-
proach he had teased her with that
afternoon In the ramada.
He gave for encore a ballad long
forgotten; he had pulled It back from
the cobwebs of two decades; he had
made II his own.
But. my darling. you will be.
Ever young and fair to me-"
1t came, the soaring voice, to Tom
Hardin. outside Gerty's tent on his
lonely cot. He knew that song. Dis
dained by his wife. a pretty figure
man cutsl II his wife can't stand
him, who cam He wasn't good enough
for her. He was rough. His life had
kept him from fitting himself to her
taste. She needed people who could
talk like Richard. sing like Godfrey.
People, other people. might mlscon-
strue her preferences. He knew they
were not fiirtations; she needed her
kind. She would always keep straight
she was straight as a whip. Life was
as hard for her as II 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.
On the other side Of the canvas
walls, Gerry 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.
Silver threads Age shuddered at
her threshold. She hated that song.
Cruel. life had been to her; rome of its
promises had been kept. To be happy,
why. that was a humans birthright:
grab 1t. that was her creed! There
was a chance yet; youth hud not gone.
He was singing II to her, her escape
Darling, you will be,
Ever young and fair to me-"
Godfrey, singing to Gerty Hardin.
had awakened the camp. Innes, In
her tent. too, was listening.
Darling. you will be,
Ever young and fair to mew
So that is the miracle, that wild
rush of certain feeling! Yesterday.
doubling. tomorrow, more doubts-but
tonight, the song. the night isolated
them. herself and Richard, into a
world Of their own. Life with him on
any terms she wanted.
CHAPTER xxxII.