The Washington times., 1928-11-03
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A slight profit In the fall, the
negro explained, was q habit to
cut and saw firewood which
brought IS q load In town. The
farm itself, however. supplied
much more or living chickens,
eggs. milk, butter, fruit and yege-
tables. a small patch Of corn
was enough grain to produce
meal; 1t was ground by hand.
THIS, Eddie never knew before
the fact that raw material was
close at hand. Food, he imagined,
originated in factories, and he was
stirred in a boyish elation at each
new discovery.
Once more he counted his mon.
ey to find that he had enough
for immediate necessities. TObe
advised him to sell & few imple-
ments which they had no need
for and the sale, to secondhand
dealer In town, netted $50 for the
bankrolI.
But while he was famished for
the sight Of Marian he dared not
70 near her neighborhood in the
day. A few miles separated them.
She lived down the road past the
front Of his place. Once more
hts eyes were hungry 70 see her.
He slipped out OF the house and
tramped the whole distance,
Like 3 thief he crept into the
yard Of her home and slipped
from tree to tree TIL be neared
the spreading frame house that
was the ThOrndike homestead. It
was after 10 o'clock. Save for q
light In an upstairs window, he
caught not a. glimpse Of her, but
there was q perfect satisfaction In
knowing that once more the dis
lance between them was slight.
Al species OF shame came over
him for this spying around her
home and he hurried away, but
there were bubbles in the blood
that sang through his veins.
But all this was too difficult to
translate into cold fact. At once
he could tell from the way she
spoke her superior education and
he burned to rid himself Of his
own deficiencies In that respect.
Among Penfield Paradiness
books he found a set Of books
written by Edward Gibbon, The
Fall OF the Roman Empire" Zach
night for week he read steadily
History OF the Decline and the
feeling, somehow, that he was
drawing closer to her by delving
into the lives OF Caesars His
run OF high school education came
slowly back to life and he found
that he was taking general in.
terest in the books.
Now and then he thought of
Bernice Veressi and still only as
an unfavorable contrast Of Marian
Thorndike. Never again would be
see her and meyer again would he
be back associating with the old
mob In gangland. He had come
to rest In the quietest possible
surroundings.
Yet hope was denied him. Moth
ing on earth mattered for every.
thing else was beyond him, above
him-as q pale star that hung out
in the night over the dark, whis.
pering woodlands. To reach her
he would have TO achieve the i'm
possible and the thought Of that
accomplishment drove the blood
painfully AlVAIl AlAc lAOUAk WIN A4AN~A
human encouragement.
Still, simultaneously, in some
other remote recess of his being ..
light Of hope burned and would
not be extinguished.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Eddie turned to the work about
.hA farm but he soon realized that
he could not learn IN day the
secret of making neglected land
yield up its hidden wealth.
The planting season was past
hut lobe taught him to drive q
cultivator that threw up fresh
earth around the roots Of the grow.
ing corn. With the old negro he
went into the woods and their axes
rang as they felled stunted trees
here and there. This, Eddie
learned. really conserved the other
timber which grew better after
the thfnning-out pocess. He pulled
at one end of a crosscut saw and
lobe pulled the other; the fallen
trees were cut into cord lengths
and stacked to dry preparatory for
the winter demand for firewood.
Never In his life had he felt so
astonished at his energy to tackle
dozens OF tasks that were habitually
neglected by neIghboring farmers,
black and white. A rail fence
needed repairing; he tore off the
shingles OF a collapsed feed barn
and nailed them onto the roof Of
the old dwelling so that the beat.
ing rains would no longer pour
through.
And always was Marian Thorn.
dixie uppermost In his mind. His
back muscles ached from labor,
the palms Of his hands grew cal.
IOused; he would be asleep the
minute his head touched the pill
lew.
II he dreamed Of her it was q
sweet blur OF impressions with
fringed golden softness that touched
MS sIumber. But he held her fast
In his spirit during his waking
hours; she was everywhere about
him. In To e0nA Of birds, the