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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Huron Expositor, 1923-12-28, Page 7ti. DECEMBER 28, 1928. DM P. J. R. FOasTSR Eva Ear, Nese end Thrwt Oruduste In Medicine, Uaivesstty Of !Dern. Cate assistant' Now librk Ophtbal• feed and d.uriel institute, Moorefeld's and Golden Square Throat Rus- t's, Londonn., Eng., At Commeretal 1, Ssdor'th, third Wednesday' is Mak month from .11 a.m. to g p,m, LI: t be Street, Ste* 8ke ora, 1167, Stratford. A. 8. CAMPBELL, V.B. tlinduate of O*H1a4o Vetetinat� Ciliate, University of Toronto. Alll di S$SS of domsstie animas treated the most modern ptineiples, sale p Ramos able. night ft Uyy attended tie. Orae on Plain 0011, Plwms I& aB. opposite Town LEGAL R. 8. HAYS. ' lllarrtater, Solicitor, Contemner and *star, Public. Solicitor for the Dor widen Bank. Office in tear of the Do- minion Bank. Seafortb.. Money to BEST & BEST Barrister*, Solicitors, Convey - sneers end Notaries Public, Ete. O/M.e in tke Edge,Building, opposite Ti . Expositor OM.. 411111. Y'ROUDFOOT KILLORAPI AND H6LMES Parrirters. Solicitors, Notaries Pub - Ms. etc. Money to lend. In Seefortb en Monday of each week. Office in Indd Block. W. Proudfoot, LC„ J. 4 Killoran, B. E. Holmes. VETERINARY F. HARBURN, V. S. Honor vraduate of Ontario Veterin- ary . Medicgal Association of the One, and honorary tario of sh Veterinary College. Treats diseases of ell domestic animals by the most mod- ern principles. Dentistry and Milk rover a specialty. Office opposite elek'a Hotel, Main Street, Seaforth. All orders left at the hotel will re - 1 odes prompt attention. Night calk, efteived at the office it JOHN GRIEVE. V. 8: Honor graduate of Ontario Veterin- tam College. All diseases of domestic aidnials treated. Calls promptly at embed for and charges moderate. Vet - and residence on on Godetry a specialty. 6a street. one *toot east of Dr. Scott's office, Sea - forth. MEDICAL DR. -G. W. DUFFIN fir Hensall, Ontario. Office over Joynt's Block- phone 114. Office at Waller House, Bruce - Geld on Tuesday s .!-.. Faddnya - kott& 2 to b p.m.; phone No. 81-142. Grad- uate of the Faculty of Medicine, Western University, London. Ment - bar of the College of 'Physicians and surgeons of Ontario. Post -Graduate member of Resident Stags of Receiv. lag and Grace Hospitals, Detroit, for 18 months. Post -Graduate member _of Resident Staff in Midwifery at Herman Kiefer Hospital, Detroit, for three months. DR. A. NEWTON-BRADY Bayfield. Graduate Dublin University, Ire- land. Late Extern Assistant Master Rotunda Hospital for Women and Children, Dublin. Office at residence lately occupied by Mrs. Parsons. Hours, 9 to 10 a.m., 6 to 7 p.m. Sundays, 1 to 2 pm. 2866-26 DR. F. J. BURROWS Office and residence, Goderich street. east of the Methodist church, aesfortii �m48. Coroner. for the County of DR. C. MACKAY C. Mackay honor graduate of TAN - tinsUniversity, and gold medallist of ity Medical College; member of College 'of Physidens and Sur- ofa O tuerio. DR. H. HUGH ROSS Gradhate of University of Toronto faculty of Medicine, member of Col- lege of Physicians and Surgeoaa of Oatario; pass graduate courses is Chicago Clinical School of Chicago; Royal Ophthalmic Hospital, London, Ragland; University Hospital, Loa - dos, England. Office—Back of Do- minion Bank, Seaforth. Phone No. 6Night . alls VVictooriastreet, Sea answefrored residence, AUCTIONEERS THOMAS BROWN Licensed auctioneer for the comities el Huron end Perth. Correspondence Iran .menta for sale dates can be made by calling up phone 97, Seafortb et The Expositor Office. Charges mod. mate sad eatisfactioa guaranteed. •� Honor Graduate Carey Jones' Na- tional School of Auctioneering, Cbl- eego. Special course taken in Pure Bred Live Stock, Real Estate, Mer- chandise archandise and Farm Sales. Rates in keeping with prevailing market. Sat- isfaction assured. Write or wits, Oscar Klopp, Zurich, Ont.�ne 11048. R. T. LVIIEER Licenced auctioneer for the Neat, el Euros. Sales attended to is all parts at the comity. Seven ,saes' est - u: ":017311.r psrisnt a in Manitoba and 8askateia- t, 0 w+an.t >oTsars rtwao..nabteL Mo. %mine. left at The =wawa Phone Ito ifs 11. etaqtemesis P. l Iftspealet Ogee. Ifs 1 SLIPPY M c .GEE SOMETIMES ENpWN' AS '1H2. ipirraikra .MAN • MARIE CON'VAY QM= CROSSET' 4 DUNLAP New York, (Continued Srsffi.11ast weak) "Oh, you mean the Butterfly Manl Sure. - You'll find him about some- where with the kids," If *ere was anything he couldn't have, in that county, it was because folks hadn't it to give if he shotjd-.ask, At home his passion for work at times terrified me. When I protest - FI Send for freterws- elvlag felt Wars a Ts as.eh a world ramousrep. arattulrurRptpaµryy And Ftta—atmple lame treatment. Ov,, p.rv.acoee. Tomaauaat f,04. allryrt. ,,{ Pw1'ima 41.11' leeD rn on.ror. a'�re at td i OH' EM+:ulr�llMtT to. couldn't tell her—theri wee good blood In that mon, and he had been more than any mere tramp before he fell into our hamlet Jlvlty, just , observe his ,manner, if you please! It was the same to everybody; Fre had, one might think, no sense whatever of agate, creed, age, mit, or color; and yet he neither gave offense nor re- ceived it, , Those outbursts wftich bad so ter- rified me at first came at rare and rarer intervals. If I were to live for a thousand years I should never be able to forget the last and worst ; which fell upon him suddenly end without warning, on a fine morning while he eat on the steps of his ver- andah, and I beside him with my Book Of Hours in my hand. In between the ed: ILatin prayers I sensed pleasantly -the "I was twenty-five years old when light wind that rustled the vines, and I landed here," he reminded me. -"So how the Mayne bees went grumbling I've got twenty-five years' hackwork from flower to flower, and how one to catch up with." single bird was singing to himself He had taken over a correspond over and•over the self -same song, as ence that had since become volumin- if he loved it; and how the sunlight ous, and which included more and fell in a great square, like a goldgn more names that stood for very carpet, in front of the steps. It much. Sometimes when I read aloud was all very still and peaceful. I was a passage from a tette that praised just turning a page, when John Flint him, he turned red, and writhed like jerked hie pipe out of his mouth, a little boy whose ears are being re- swung his arm back and hurled the lentlessly washed by his elders. pipe as far as he could. I watched By this time he had learned to it, involuntarily, and saw where it really classify; heavens, how un'br- fell amone; our blue hydrangeas; from ringly he could place an insect in its which a thin spiral of smoke arose proper niche! It was a sort of sixth lazily in the calm air. , But Flint sense with him. That cold, clear, shoved his hat back on his head, sat incisive power. of brain which on a up stiffly, and swore. time had made Slippy McGee the He had been with me then nearly greatest cracksman in America, was, four years, and I had learned to trained and disciplined in a better know the symptoms:—restlessn cause, to make John Flint in later fdllowed by hours of depressed a years an international authority up- sullen br,oding. So I had heretof on lepidoptera, an obs ver to whom in a sense been forewarned, thou other observers d red, a naturalist I never witnessed one of these' o whose dictum left disputed pointe. bursts without being shaken to And I knew.' , I foresaw it! depths. This one was different— Mea culpa, mea maxima aulpa! I if the evil force had invaded him s grew as vain over his enlarging pow- denly, giving him to time to resi ars as if I had been the Mover of the A glance at his face made me Game, not a pawn. I felt, gloriously, aside the book hurriedly; for t that I had not lived for nothing. A was no ordinary struggle. The wor great naturalist is not born every that had come to me at first ca day, no, nor every year, nor even back now with redoubled meanin every century. And I had caught me and rang through my head like pa a great burglar and I had hatched ing-bells: me a great naturalist! My Latin For our wrestling ,is not again soul was enraptured with this ironic flesh and blood but against anomally. I could not choose but rulers of the world of this darknes love the man for that. against the spirits of wickedness." I really had some cause for van- He tilted his head, looked upwa ity. Others than myself had been and swore steadily. As for me, m throat felt as if it had been chok gradually drawn to the unassuming Butterfly Man. Westmoreland loved with ashes. I could only state him. A sympathetic listener who him, dumbly. If ever a man w seldom contradicted but often shrewd- possessed, he was. His voice ros ly suggested, Flint somehow knew querulously; how to bring out the big doctor's best "I get up in the morning, and Il we and in consequence found himself in catch hugs, and I study them, and Il fin contact with a mind above all mean- dry them—and I go to bed. I get un ness and a nature as big and clean up in the morning, and I catch bugs, wo earn-aprery-e,.epe -beach: . _ ._..-----1-1tuiir thou+.. -and. -I dry -them— Ya "Oh, my, my, my, what a surgeon and I go to bed. I get np every t CSS, nd ore gh ut- the as ud- st. lay his ds Inc as- st the rd, y ed at as e, THE RURON EXPASITO* Well, I'm it, when 4Le old town calls me loud enough for me to hear, her plain. I've stood her off as long as 1 could—and now I'm that crazy for kar,j could wallow in her dust, Be- sides, there's not such s lot of flake. I don't have to leave any card at the station -house to let 'em know Pm calling, do It They haven't been sit- ting on what they Welk is my grave to jceep mfg from getting up before Gabriel beat, em to it, breve they? No, they're not expecting me. What I could do to 'em now would make the Big Uns look like a btftch of 01t- on—end their beans would have to turn inside out before they fell for it that I'd come beck to say happy home and wee on the job again," !'If -.-if you hadn't been so white, I'd have eat and run for it without ever putting you wire. Bat I want to play fair. I'd beahog ifIdidn't piety fair, and -I'm trying to do it. I'm going because -1 can't stay. .I've got enough of my own money, earn- ed honest; saved` up, to pay my way. Let me take it and go. And if I can come back, why, 111 come." He was stone deaf to entreaties, prayers, reasoning, argument, The four years of his stay with me, and all their work, and study, and endeavor and progress, seemed to have slipped from him as if they ,had never been. They were swept &side like cobwebs. He broke away from me in the midst of my pleading ,hurried into his bed- room, and began to sort into a grip a few necessities. "HI leave on the three o'clock," he flung over his shoulder to me, standing disconsolate in the door. "III stop at tate bank on my way." I could do nothing; he had taken the bit between his teeth and was bo}t- ing. I had for the time being lost all power of control over him, and before I might hope to recover it he would be out of my reach. Perhaps, I reflected wretchedly, the beat thing to do under the circumstances, would simply be to give him his head. I had seen horses conquered like that. But the road before John Flint was so, dark and so crooked—and at the acrd of it waited Slippy McGee! CHAPTER VIII The Butterfly Man. It was just one -thirty by the placid little clock on his mantel. The ex- press was due at three, „"Very well," said I, forcing myself to face the inevitable without noise, "you are free. If you. must go, you must go." "I've got to go! I've got to go!" He repeated it as one repeats an in- cantation. "I've got to go!" And he went on methodically assorting and packing. Even at this moment of obsession his ingrained orderliness asserted itself; the things he reject- ed were laid back in their proper. place with the nicest care. I went over to tell my prother that John Flint had suddenly decided to go north. She expressed no .surprise, but mediately fell to counting on her gers his available shirts, socks and derwear. She rather hoped he uld buy a new overcoat in New rk, his old one being hardly able stand the strain of another win - She was pleasantly excited; she knew he had many northern corres- pondents, with whom he must natur- ally be anxious to foregather. There was much to call him thither. "He "really needs the change. A short trip will do him a world of d," she concjuded egtrpbly. "He still quite a young man, and I'm e it must be dull for him here at tines, in spite of his work. Why, he hasn't been out of this country for over three years, and just think of the unfettered life he must have led before he came here! Yes, I'm sure New York will stimulate him. A dose of New York is a very good tonic. It regulates one's mental liv- er. Don't look so worried, Armand —you remind me of those hens who hatch ducklings. I should 'think a duckling of John Flint's size could he trusted to swim by himself, at his time of life!" She had not my cause for fear. Besides, in her secret heart, Madame was convinced that, rehabilitated, re- claimed, having more than proven his intrinsit worth, John Flint went to be reconciled with and received into the bosom of some preeminently proper parent,' and to be\ acclaimed and ap- plauded by admiring and welcoming friends. For although she had once heard the Butterfly Man gravely as- sure Miss Sally Ruth Dexter that the only ancestor his immediate Flints were sure of was Flint the pirate, my mother still clung firmly to the illusion of Family. Blood will tell! As for me, I was equally sure that blood was telling now; and telling in the atrocious tongue of the depths. I felt that the end had come. Vain, vain, all the: labor, all the love, all the hope, the prayers, the pride! The submerged voice of his old life was calling him; the vampire extended her white and murderous arms in which many and many had died shamefully; she lifted to his her in- satiable lips stainel scarlet with the wine of hell. Against that siren smile, those beckoning hands, I could do nothing. The very fact that 1 was what I am, was no longer a help, but rather a hindrance; he recognized ill the priest a deterring and detaining influence against which he rebelled, and which he wished to repudiate. He was, as he lied said so terribly, "homesick for hell." He would go, gone to waste!" Westmoreland would lament, watching the long, sure fin- gers at work. "Well, I suppose it'; all for the best that Father De Rance beat me to you—at least you've done less damage learning your trade." So absorbed would he become that h sometimes forgot cross patients who were possibly fuming themselves in- to a fever over his delay. Eustis, who had met the Butterfly Man on.the country roads and had stopped 'his horse for an informal chat, wo ld thereafter go out of his way for a talk with him. These two reticent men liked each other im- mensely.' At opposite poles, abso- lutely dissimilar, they yet had odd similarities and meeting -points. Eus- tis was nothing if not practical; he was never too busy to forget to be kind. Books and pamphlets that neither Flint nor I could have hoped to possess found their way to us through him. Scientific periodicals and the better magazines came regu- larly to John Flint's address. That was Eustis's way. This friendship put the finishing touch upon the But- terfly Man's reput. He was rimy as- sociate, and my mother was devoted to him. Miss Sally Ruth, whose pet pear tree he had saved and whose i eo na h had ad $cured,approved ro ed of PP hifn, too, and said so ith her usual openness. Westmoreland was known to be in his firm friend; nobody could forget the incident of those butter- flies in the doctor's -hat! Major Cart- wright liked him so much that he even bore with the dogs, though Pitache in particular must have sore- ly strained )lis patience. Pitaehe cherished the notion that it was his duty to pass upon all visitors to the Butterfly Man's rooms. For some reason, known only to himself, the little dog also cherished a deco -seat- ed grudge against the major, the very sound of whose voice outside the door was enough to send him howling under the table, where he lay with his head on his paws, a wary eye cocked balefully, and his snarls punc- tuating the Major's remarks. "He smells my Unitarian soul, con- found him!" said the major. "An' he's so orthodox he thinks he'll get chucked out of dog -heaven, if he doesn't show his disapproval.' ' The little dog did finally learn to accept the major's presence without outward protest; though the major declared that Pitache always hung down his tail when he came and hung it up when he left! The Butterfly Man accepted what- ever friendliness was proffered with- out diffidence, but with no change in his natural reserve. You could tell hien anything: he listened, made few comments and gave no advice, was absolutely non -shockable, and never repeated what he heard. The unaf- fected simplicity of his manner de- lighted my mother. She said you URIN NIGHT le MORNING le EEP Y©UR EYES LEAN CL5A11 M4D H IALtHt 'M-raM.ap: a.1a4.,NlE:M!W a.aa.PaMaata morning, and I do the same damn to thing, over and over and over and over, day in, day out, day in, day out. Nothing else. . . . No drinks, no lights, no girls, no sprees, no cards, no gang, no risks, no jobs, no bulls, no anything! God! I could say my prayers to Broadway, anywhere from goo the Battery up to Columbus Circle! is I want it a!1 so hard I could point sur my nose like a lost dog and howl for it! There is a Dutchman got a restaurant down on Eighth Avenue, and I dream at nights about the hot- dog -and -kraut, and the ham and that they give you there, and the jane that slings it. Hips on her like a horse, she has, and an arm that shoves your eats under your nose in a way you've got to respect. I smell those eats in my sleep. I want some more Childs' bucks. I want to see the electrics winking on the roofs. I want to smell wet asphalt and see the taxis whizzing by in the rain. I want to see a seven -foot Mick cop with a back like a piano -box and a paw like a ham and a fot like a submarine with stove -polish on it. I want to see the subway in the rush hour and the dips and mollbuzzers going through the crowd like kids in a berry patch. I want to see e a ninety -story forY building g going up, and the wops crawling on it like ants. I want to see the bread line, and the panhandlers, and the bums in Union Square. I want a bellyful of the happy dust the old town hands out—the whole dope and all there is of it! My God! I want everything I haven't got!" He looked at me, wildly. He was trembling violently, and sweat pour- ed down his face. "Parson," he rasped, "I've bucked this thing for fair, hut I've got to go back' and see it and smell it and taste it and feel it and know it all again or I'll go crazy. You're all of you- so good down here you're too much for me. I'm home -sick for hell. It—it comes over me like fire over the damned. You don't fool yourself that folks who know what it is to be damned can stay on in heaven without freezing, do you ? Well, they can't.- I can't help it! I can't! I've got to go—this time I've got to go!" I sat and stared at him. Oh, what was it Paid had said we were to pray for, at such a time as this? "And for me, that speech may be given to me . . that I may open my mouth with confidence . . " But the words wouldn't come. "I've got to go! I've got to go, and try myself out!" he gritted. "You—understand your risks," I managed to say through stiff lips. i had always, in my secret heart, been more or less afraid of this. Always had I feared that the rulers of the world of darkness, swooping down and catching him unaware, might wins the long fight in the end, "Here you , are safe. You are building up an honored name. You are winning the respect and confi- dence of alt decent people—and you wish to undo it all. You wish to take such desperate chances—nowt". I groaned, - "I've got to o!" he burst forth, white -tipped. "You've never seen a dip cut off from his dope, have you? was beyond my podf ndur- e to meet calmly e! tk eu- rentfly with any to r being at • !CL@CTRIC'• that moment, 1 turned the in- stinct. of flight strong upon ere. ®1 L fa knew I must be alone, to face this • R rF ,RIM t thing In Its inevitableness, to fight it kp tiA Dern rN W. out, to- get my bearings. The gate • > ,1, rc was' turning upon its binges; I could .r}. beer it creak, r ' n Hesitating which way be turn. I • r pt ,h looked up to .see who it was that and - Wes conrcng into the Parish House garden.- And I fell to trembling and: rubbed my. eyes, and stared again, uubelieviegly. There had been plenty of time for him to have vidted the bank and withdrawn his account; there hid been plenty of time for him then to have caught the three o'clock express. I bad heet'rd the train cstte and go this full'hour since. Surely t that I sawish w him beforas father e the g any Told eyes- were playing me a trick—for I thought I saw John Flint walking up the garden path toward me! Pitaehe barked again, rose, -stretched himself and trotted to meet him, as he al- ways did when the Butterfly .Man came borne. He walked with the limp most no- ticeable when he tried to hurry. He was flushed and perspiring and rump- led -and well-nigh breathless; his coat was wrinkled, his tie awry, hie' col- lar wilted, and bit, of grass and twigs and a leaf or so clung to his dusty clothes. The afternoon sun shone full on his thick, close cropped hair, for he carried his hat in his hands, gingerly, carefully, as one might carry a fragile treasure; a Clean pocket handkerchief was tied over it. He was making straight for his workroom. I do not think he saw me until I stepped into the path, di- rectly in front of him. Then, stop- ping perforce, he looked at me with dancing eyes, wiped his red perspir- ing face with one hand, and nodded to the hat, triumphantly. "Such an—aberrant!" he panted. He was still breathing so rapidly he had to jerk his wards out. I've got the—biggest, handsomest—most per- fect and wonderful—specimen of— an aberrant swallow-tail—any man ever laid—his eyes on! I thought at first—I wasn't seeing things right, But I was. Parson, parson, I've seen many—butterflies—but never — an- other one like—this!" He had to pause, to take breath. Then he burst out again, unable to contain his de- light. Oh, it was the luckiest chance! I was standing on the end platform of the last car, and the train was pull- ing out, when I saw her go sailing by. I stared with all my eyes, shut 'em, stared again, and there she was! I knew there was never going to be eeth. At intervals he threw back such another, that if 1 lost her I'd his head, and then came the howls. mourn for the rest of my days. I The catastrophe—for to me it was ! knew I had to have her. So I meas - no less a ad necand so suddenly thattIhwas cfairlome y stunned jumped pon me ?red vfor her.e amed le, riskeg andk all I and from 'sheer force of habit I went lumped, landed in the pit of a nig- over to the church and knelt before, gar's stomach, went down on top of the altar; but I could not pray; 1 hem, rambled up again and was off could only kneel there dumbly. 1 in a jsciffy, with the darky bawling he'd been killed and the station buzzing like the judge's bees on strike, and 'and he would moat inevitably be caught in the whirlpools; the tegr- alist, the sefentlat, the Butterfly Nan, would be sucked into that boiling vor- tex and drowned beyond ail. hope of resuscitation; but from it the soul of Slippy McGee would emerge, with a large; knowledge and a lalearer brain, a thousand -fold more dangerous than of old; because this time he knew better and had deliberately chosen the evil and rejected the good. By the Lew of the pendulum he must swing as far backward into wrong as he had awung forward into right. I could not bring myself to speak to him, I dared not bid him the mock- ery of a Godspeed upon his journey, dreading as I did that journey's end. So I stood at a window and watched. him as with suitcase in hand 'he walked down our shady street. At the corner he turned and -lifted his hat in a last farewell salute to my Mother, standing looking after him in the .Parish House gate. Then he turned down the side -street, and so disappeared. From his closed rooms came a long wailing howl. For the first time Kerry might not follow his master; more yet, the master had thrust the astonished dog into his bedroom and shut the door upon him. He had re- fused to recognize the scratch at the door, the snuffling whine through the keyhole. The outer door had slam- med. Kerry raced. to the window. And the master was going, and going without him! He had neither net, knapsack, nor hottle-belt, but he car- ried a suitcase. He did not look back, nor whistle: he meant to leave him behind. Sensing that an unto- ward thing was occurring, a thing that boded no good to himself or his beloved, the red dog lifted his voice and howled a piercing protest. The sash was down, but the blinds had not yet been closed to. One saw Kerry standing his forepaws on the window -sill, his nose against the glass, his ears lifted, his eyes anxious and distressed, his lip caught in his heard the screech of the three o'clock express coming in, and, a few min- utes later, its longer screech as it people hanging out of all the car departed. He had gone, then! I windows to see who'd been murder - was not dreaming it: it was true. ed. Down and down and down went my "She led me the devil's own chase, heart. And down and down and for I'd nothing but my hat to net her down went my head, humbled and with. A dozen times I thought I prostrate. Alas, th- end of hope, the had her, and missed. It was heart- fal, of pride! Alas and alas for the breaking. I felt I'd go stark crazy fair house built upon the sand, if she got away. from me. I had to wrecked and scattered! get her. And the Lord was good and When I rose from my knees I stag- rewarded me for my patience, for I gcred. I walked draggingly, as one caught her at the end of a mile run. walks with fetters upon the feet. Oh, I was so blown by then that I had to it was a cruel world, a world in which lie down in the grass by the roadside nothing but inevitable loss awaited and get my wind back. Then I slid one, in which one was foredoomed to my handkerchief easy -easy under my da:appointment; a world in which one hat, tilted it up, and here she is! She was leaf by leaf stripped bare. hasn't rubbed off a scale. She's the I could not bear to look, at ids sive of a bat. Her upper wings, and closed rooms, but turned my head a- one lower wing, are black, curiously side as t passed them Disconsolate splotched with yellow, and one low - Kerry barked at my passing step, and er wing is all yellow. She's got the pawed frantically at the window, but usual orange spots on the secondar- I :nade no effort to release him. Whet ies, only bigger, and blobs of gold, comfort had I for the faithful crea- and the purple spills over onto the ture, deserted by what he most lov- ground -color. She's a wonder. Come ed? on in and let's gloat at our ease—I His dismal outcries rasped my haven't half seen her yet! She's the nerves raw; it was exactly as if the biggest and most wonderful Turnus dog howled for the dead. rind that ever made. Why, Gabriel could wear John Flint was dead . Lfta'd no res- her in his crown to make himself feel sonable cause to doubt: He was dead proud, because there'd be only one because Slippy Me -Gee was,alive. That like her in heaven!" thought drove me as with a whip He tobk a step forward; but I out into the garden, for as black an could only stand still and blink, owl - hours a Z have ever lived through— ishly. My heart pounded and the the sort of hour that leaves a scar blood roared in my ears like the wind upon the soul. The garden was very in the pinetrees. My senses were in still, steeped end drowsing in the a most painful confusion. with but bright clear sunlight; only the bees one thought struggling clear above were busy there, calling from flower- the turmoil: that John Flint had door, and sometimes a vireo's sweet come back. whistle fluted through the leaves. "But you didn't go!" I stammered. Pitache lay on John Flint's porch, and "Oh, John Flint, John Flint, you dozed with his head between his paws didn't go!" while ,fudge Mayne's Punch sat on He snorted. "Catch me running a - the garden fence, and washed his way like a fool when a six-inch off - black face, and watched the little color swallow -tail flirts herself under dog out of his emerald eyes. All my nose and dares me to catch her! along the fences the scarlet salvia You'd better believe I didn't go!" shot up its vivid spikes, and when And then I knew with a great up - the wind stirred, the red petals fell rush of joy that Slippy McGee him - from it like drops of blood. self had gone instead, and the three - o'clock express was bearing him a- way, forever and forever, beyond re- call or return. Slippy McGee had gone into the past; he was dead and done with. But. John Flint the na- turalist was vibrantly and vitally a- live, built upon the living rock, a house not to he washed away by any wave of passion. It seemed to me incongruous and cruel that one should suffer on such a day; grief is for gray days; but the sunlight mocks sorrow, the soft wind makes light of it. 1 was out of tune with this harmony, as I walked up and down with my rosary in my hand. I knew that every fly- ing minute took him farther and far- ther away from me and from hope and happiness land honor, and brought him nearer and nearer to the whirl- pool and the pit. I beat my hands together and the crucifix cut into my palms. I walked more rapidly, as if I could get away from the misery within. My heart ached intolerably, a mist dimmed my .eight, and a hide- ous choking hemp rose in my throat; and it seemed to me that, n&d and futile and alone. I was set down, not in my garden, but in the midst of the abomination of desolation. Through this - aching desolation Kerry's cries stabbed like knife - thrusts. And then little Pitache lifted his hemi, cocked a listening ear and an alert eye, perked up his black nose, thumped an expressive tail, and barker]. It was a welcoming hark ; :. Kerry, hearing it, stiffened statue - like at the window and fell to whin- ing in his throat. The garden gate had clicked. Dreading that any mortal eye should see thus in my grief, knowing This reaction from the black and bitter hour through which I had just passed,' this turbulent by zed relief, overcame no. My knees shook and ,gave way; I tottered, and sank help- Ieasly into the seat built aroued our greet magnolia. And shaken out of' ail self-control I wept as I had not been permitted to weepnover myown dead, my own overthrown hopes. Head to foot I *as shaken 'as with' some rending sickness. The sobs were torn out of my throat with gasps. 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