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CHAPTER III. (Continued.)
Thomas Jefferson, awe-struck anil
gaping, found himself foot-loose for n
time In the Marlboro rotunda whllo his
father talked with a man who wanted
to bargain for the entire output of tho
Paradise furnace by the year. Thecom
merclal transaction touched him light
ly; but the moving groups, the Import
ed bell-boys, the tesaelated floors, fres
coed celling and plush-covered furni
ture those bit deeply. Could this be
South Tredegar, the place that had
hitherto figured chiefly to him as
"court-day" town and the residence of
his preacher uncle? It seemed hugely
Incredible.
After the conference with tho Iron
buyer they crossed the street to the
railway station; and again Thomas
Jefferson was footloose while his fath
er was closeted with some one In thi
manager's office.
An express train, with hissing air
brakes, Solomon-magnificent sleeping
cars, and a locomotive large enough to
swallow whole the small affair that
used to bring the once-a-day train
from Atlanta, had Just backed in, and
the boy took Its royal measure with
cagw and curious eyes, walking slowly
up i ne side of it and down the other.
At the rear of the string of Pull
mans was a private car, with a deep
observation platform, much polished
brass railing, and sundry other luxuri
ous appointments, apparent even to the
eye of unsophlstication. Thomas Jef
ferson spelled the name In the medal
lion, "Psyche" spelled It without try
ing to pronounce It and then turned
his attention to the people who were
descending the rubber-carpeted steps
and grouping themselves under the di
rection of a tall man who reminded
Thomas Jefferson of his Uncle Silas
with an indescribable something left
out of his face.
"As I was about to say, General, this,
station building is one of the relics.
You mustn't Judge South Tredegar
our new South Tredegar by this. Eh?
I beg your pardon, Mrs. Vanadam?
Oh, the hotel? It is Just across the
Btreet, and a very good house; remark
ably good. Indeed, all things consider
ed. In fast, we're quite proud of the
Marlboro."
One of the younger women smiled.
"How enthusiastic you. are, Mr. Far
ley. I thought we had outgrown all
that we moderns."
"But, my dear Miss Elleroy, if you
.Qould know what we have to bo enthu
siastic about down here! Why, these
mountains we've been passing through
zfor the last six hours are simply so
.many vast treasure-houses; coal at the
stop, iron at the bottom, and enough of
"both to keep the world's Industries go
ing for ages! There's millions in
them!"
'Thomas Jefferson overheard without
understanding, but his eyes served a
better purpose. Away back in the line
of the Scottish Gordons there nuat
have been an ancestor with the seer's
gift of insight, and some drop or two
of his blood had come down to this
sober-faced country boy searching the
faces of the excursionists for his cue
of fellowship or antipathy.
Por the sweet-voiced ,young woman
called Miss Elleroy there was love at
first sight. For a severe, besklikfd
Mrs Vanadam there was awe. For the
portly General with mutton-chop whis
kers, overlooking eyes and the air 3f
a dictator, there was awe, also, not
unmingled with envy. For the tall
man in the frock-coat, whose face re
minded him of his Uncle Silas, there
had been shrinking antagonism at the
first glance which keen first impres
sion was presently dulled and all but
effaced by the enthusiasm, the suave
tongue, and the benignant manner.
Which proves that Insight, like the film
of a recording camera, should have
the dark shutter snapped on it If the
picture is to be preserved.
Thomas Jerferson made way when
the party, marshaled by the enthusi
ast, prepared for Its descent on the
Marlboro. Afterward, the royalties
having departed and a good-natured
porter giving him leave, he was at lib
erty to examine the wheeled palace it
near-hand, and even to climb into the
vestibule for a peep Inside.
Therewith, castles in the air began
to rear themselves, tower on wall.
Here was the very sky-reaching sum
mit of all things desirable; to have
one's own brass-bound hotel on
wheels; to come and go at will; to
give curt orders to a respectful and
uniformed porter, as the awe-Inspiring
gentleman with the mutton-chop whis
kers had done.
At the highest point on the hunch
ed shoulder of the mountain Thomas
Jefferson twisted himself in the buggy
seat for a final backward look into the
valley of new marvels. The summer
day was graying to Its twilight, and a
light hae was stealing out of the
wooded ravines and across the river.
From the tall chimneys of a rolllng
mlll a dense column of smoke was as
cending, and at the psychological mo
ment the slag flare from an iron-furnace
changed the overhanging cloud
Into a fiery aegis.
Having no symbolism save that of
Holy Writ, Thomas Jefferson's mind
seized Instantly on tho figure, building
far better than it knew. It was a new
Exodus, with Its pillar of cloud by day
and its pillar of flro by night. And
its Moses though this, we may sup
pose, wob beyond a boy's imagining
was tho frenzied, ruthless spirit of com
mercialism, named otherwise, by the
multitude, Modern Progress.
CHAPTER IV.
If you have never had the pleasure
tl meeting a Southern gentleman of
the patriarchal school, I despair of
bringing you well acquainted with Ma
Jor Caspar Dabney until you have
aummered and wintered him. But tho
Dabaeya of Deer Trace flguro so lar-
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ly In Thomas Jefferson's boyhood and
youth as to be well-nigh elemental In
these retrospective glimpses.
It was about the time when Thom
as Jefferson was beginning to recon
sider his Idoals, with a leaning toward
urass-bound palaces on wheels and
dictatorial authority ovor uniformed
lackeys and other of his fellow crea
tures, that fata dealt tho Major Its
final stab and prepared to pour wine
ana on into the wound though of the
balm-pouring, none could guess at tho
moment of wounding. It was not in
Caspar Dabney to be patient under a
blow, and for a time his raglngs
threatened to shake even Mammy Ju
liet's loyalty than which nothing mora
convincing can be said.
"MIstuh Sclplo," she would say, "I'se
jus' erbout wo'ed outl I done been
knowln' Mawstuh Caspah ebber senco
I was Or Mistis' tlah-'ooman, and T
ain't nov' seen him s'o fractious ez he
been senco dat letter come tellln him
come get dat po' 111 gal-chlld o' Maw
stuh Louis's. Seems lak he Jus' gwlno
r'ar round twel he hu't somebody!"
etoalnshrdlu etolan shrdlu etoaln et
Sclplo, the Major's body-servant,
had grown gray In the Dabney service,
and he was well used to tha master's
storm periods.
"Doan' you trouble yo'se'f none or
bout dat, Mis' Juliet. Mawstuh Majuh
tekkln' hit mighty hawd 'cause Maw
stuh Louis done dald. But bimeby you
gwlno see him climm on his hawss un'
rl'de up yondeh to whah de big steam
boats comes in an'fotch dat H'l gal
child home; an' den: uck uh-h! look
out, nlggahs; dar ain't gwlne be nuttln'
on de top side dlshyer yearth good or
nough for 111 Missy. You watch what
I done tol' yer erbout dat,' now!"
Sciplo's prophecy, or as much of it
as related to the bringing of the or
phaned Ardea to Deer Trace Manor,
wrought itself out speedily, as a mat
ter of course. At the close of the war,
Captain Louis, the Major's only son,
had become, like many another hot
hearted young Confederate, a self-ex-patrloted
exile. On the eve of his de
parture for France he had married tho
Virginia maiden who had nursed him
alivo after Chancellorsvllle. Major
Caspar had given the bride away the
war had spared no kinsman of hers to
stand in this breach and when the
God-speeds were said, had himself
turned back to the weed-grown fields
of Deer Trace Manor, embittered and
hostile, swearing never to set foot out
side of his home acres again while the
Union should stand.
For more than twenty years he kept
this vow almost literally. A few of the
older negroes, a mere handful of tho
six score slaves of the old patriarchal
days, cast in their lot with their for
mer master, and with these the Major
made shift thriftily, farming a little.
stock-raising a little, and, unlike most
of the war-broken plantation owners,
clinging tenaciously to every rood of
land covered by the original Dabney
title-deeds.
In this cenobltlc Interval, If you
wanted a Dabney colt or a Dabney
cow, you went, or sent, to Deer Trace
Manor, on your own initiative, and you.
or your deputy, never met the Major:
your business was transacted with
lean, lantern-Jawed Japheth Pettlgrass,
the -Major's stock-and-farm foreman.
And although the Dabney stock was
pedigreed, you kept your wits about
you; else Pettlgrass got much the bet
ter of you In the trade, like the shrewd,
calculating Alabama Yankee that he
was.
Ardea was born in Paris In the
twelfth year of the exile; and the Vir
ginia mother, pining always for the
home land, died In tho fifteenth year.
Afterward Captain Louis fought a
long-drawn, losing battle, figuring
bravely In his Infrequent letters to his
father as a rising miniature painter.
He had his little girl back and forth
between his lodgings and the studio
where he painted pictures that nobody
would buy, and eking out a miserable
existence by giving lessons In English
when he was happy enough to find a
pupil.
The brave letters imposed on the Ma
jor, as they were meant to do; and
Ardea, the loyal, happening on one of
them in her first Deer Trace summer,
read It through with childish sobs and
never thereafter opened her lips on the
story of those distressful Paris days.
Later she understood her father's mo
tive better: how he would not be a
charge on an old man rich in nothing
but ruin; and the memory of the
pinched childhood became a thing sa
cred. How the Major, a second Rip Van
yinkle, found his way to New York,
and to the pier of tho Incoming French
Line steamer, must always remain a
mystery. But he was there, with tho
fierce old eyes quenched and swlm
mingand tho passionate Dabny Hps
trembling strangely under tho great
moustaches, when the black-frockcd
little waif from tho Old World ran
down the landing stage and Into his
arms. Small wonder that thoy clung
to each other, these two at the further
extremes of three generations; or that
the child opened a door In tho heart
of the fierce old partisan which was
locked and doubly barrod against all
others.
It was all new and very strange to
a child whose only outlook on life had
been urban and banal. She 'had never
seen a mountain, and nothing more
nearly approaching a forest than the
parked groves of tho Bois de Boulogne.
Would it be permitted that she should
sometimes walk In tho woods of the
first Dabney, she asked, with tho quaint
French twisting of the phrases that
she was never able fully to overcome.
It would certainly bo permitted; more,
tho Major would make her a deed to
as many of the forest acres as she
would care to include In her promenade.
now the French-born child fltte4 ti
to tho hnphasard household at Diet
Trace Manor, with what struggles she
cams through tho inevitable attack of
homesickness, and how Mammy Jullot
and every ono else potted and indulg
od nor, are matters which need not bo
dwolt on. But wo shall gladly bellove
that sho was too sensible, even at the
early and tendpr ago of 10, to bo easily
spoiled.
She nover forgot a summer day soon
aftor her arrival when sho first saw
her grandfather transformed into
frenzied madman. IIo was sitting on
the wide portico directing Japliath
Pettlgrass, who was training the grat
crlmson-ramblor rose that ran well up
to tho eaves. Ardea, herself, was on
tho lawn, playing with hor grandfath
er's latest gift, a hugo, solemn-eyed
Great Dano, so sho did not seo tho man
who had dismounted at tho gato and
walked up tho driveway until ho was
handing his card to hor grandfather.
When sho did see him, sho looked
tdwlce at him; not because he was
trlgly clad In brown duck and tightly-
buttoned service leggings, but because
ho wore his beard trimmed to a point,
after the manner of tho students in tho
Latin Quarter, and so was reminiscent
of things freshly forsakon. Her grand
fathor was on his' feet, towering abovo
tho visitor as if ho woro about to fall
on and crush him.
"Bring youh Yankee railroad through
my Holds and pastchuhs, suh? Foul
tho pure ai-ah of this peaceful Gyardon
of Eden with youh dust-fllngln', smoke
pot locomotives? Not a rod, suh! not a
foot or an Inch oveh tho Dabney lands!
Do I make It plain to you, suh?"
"But Major Dabnoy ono moment;
this Is purely a matter of business;
there Is nothing personal about it. Our
company is able and willing to pay lib
erally for Its right of way; and you
must remember that tho coming of the
railroad will treble and quadruple your
land values. I am only asking you to
consider tho matter In a business way,
and to name your own price."
"Not anotheh word, suh, or you'll
make mo lose my tempahl You add
insult to injury, suh, when you offeh
mo youh coutemptiblo Yankee gold
When I deslah to sell my birthright
for youh beggahly mess of pottage, I'll
send a black boy in town to infawm
you, suh!"
It Is conceivable that the locating on
glneer of tho Great Southwestern Rail
way Company was younger than ho
looked; or, at all events, that his ex
perience hitherto had not brought him
in contact with llro-catlng gentlemen
of the old school. Else he would hard
ly have said what he did.
"Of course, it is optional with you
Major Dabney, whether you sell us our
right of way peaceably or compel us to
acquire It by condemnation proceedings
In tho courts. As for tho rest is It
possible that you don't know the war
Is over?"
With a roar like that of a rfladdenod
lion the Major bowed himself, caught
his man In a mighty wrestler's grip
and flung him broadcast Into tho colous
bed. The words that went with the
fierce attack made Ardea crouch and
shiver and take refuge behind the great
dog. Japheth Pettlgrass Jumped down
from his step-ladder and went to help
the engineer out of the flower bed.
"The old firebrand!" tho engineer
was muttering under his breath when
Pettlgrass reached him; but tho fore
man cut him short.
"You got mighty little sense, looks
like, to me. Stovo up any?"
"Nothing to hurt, I guess."
"Well, your hawss Is waltln for y.
down yonder at tho gate, and I don't
b'lieve the Mnjor is allowin' to ask yo
to stay to supper."
When the engineer had mounted and
ridden away down the pike, the fore
man straightened himself and faced
about The Major had dropped Into his
big arm-chair . His hands shook. Pet
tlgrass moved nearer and spoke so that
the child should not hear. "If you run
me off tho place the nex' minute, I'm
goln' to tell you you ort to be tolerably
'shamed of yourse'f, Majo' Dabney.
That po" little gal is scared out of a
year's growln. right now."
"I know, Japheth; I know. I'm an
old heathen! For, lnsultln' as he was,
the man was for the time bein' my
guest, suh my guest!"
"I'm talkln about tho little one not
that railroader. So far as I know, he
earned what ho got. I allowed they'd
make some sort of a swap with you,
so I didn't say anything when they
was layln' out their lines throo' the
hawss-lot and across tho lower corn
field this mornln' easy, now; no more
r'arln' and farln' with that thar little
gal not a-knowln' which side o' the
earth's goln' to cave in next!"
"Laid out theyuh lines across my
propo'ty? Japheth, faveh mo by riding
down to the furnace and askln' Caleb
Gordon if he will do mo tho honor to
come up hear this evenln', If ho can.
I I it's twenty yeahs and mo' since
I've troubled the law cou'ts of ouh po',
Yankee-ridden country with any affai
ah of mlno; and now well, I don't
know," with a despondent shako of tho
leonino head.
(To be continued.)
Oh, Man! Mun!
Maud Jack swears that ho would
traverse seas Just to look Into my
oyes.
Ethel He called on you last night,
as usual?
Maud Not last night; ho telephone
ed mo that It was raining too hard.
Boston Transcript.
An A r tint, Aiyway,
Rival What a color Miss Smytho
has to-night. I wondor If sho palnts7
Adoror (turning his wistful eyes to
ward the central flguro of an admir
ing circle) I don't know. Sho cer
tainly draws well. Tit-Bits.
naclieluro Take Wiiriiliiir!
Hoees AllenlBts say that slncln
men are much more liable to Insanity
than married.
Dobbs Sure they are! Single men
are always In danger of going crazy
over some woman, Boston Transcript.
It Is a good thing to have naoA
friends, but not to bo dominated too
much or too long by their example
Itev. Wm, Dickie.
No man can be bravo who considers
pain to be tho greatest evil of life;
nor temperate who considers pleasure
tha highest good, Cicero,
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CHAPTER II.
Thomas Jefferson's twelfth summer
fell In tho year 1SSC; a year momora
bio In tho annuls of tho Lobanon Iron
and coal region na tho llrst of
epoch, and as tho year of tho groa
flood. But tho horald of chango had
not yet blown his trumpet In ParpdlM"
Valley; and the world of russet and
rreen and limestone white, spnwlInK
Itself beforo the eyes of tho boy sit
ting with his hands locked over his
knees on tho top step of tho porch
fronting the Gordon homestead.- was
tho same world which, with due sea
sonal variations, hud been his world
from tho beginning.
It was a hot July aftornoon. full
month after tho rovivnl, and Thomas
Jerferson was at that perilous pas8
where Satan Is said to lurk for the
purposo of providing employment for
tho idle. IIo was wondorlng if tho
hado of tho hill oaks would bo wortii
the trouble It would take to nrtich It.
when his mother camo to thf open
window of the living-room: a small,
fair, well-preserved woman, this moth
er of tho boy of 12, with light brown
hair graying a llttlo at the tnmplc.
and eyes remindful of vigils, of fervent
beseeching, of mighty wrestlings
against principalities and powers and
tho rulers of the darkness of this
world.
"You, Thomas Jefferson," sho said,
gently, but speaking as ono having au
thority, "you'd better bo studying your
Sunday lesson than sitting there doing
nothing."
"Ycs'm," said the boy, but he mado
no move other than to hug his kneoH
a llttlo closer. Ho wished his mother
would Btop calling his "Thomas Jeffer
son." To bo sure, It was his name,
or at least two-thirds of It; but he
liked the "Buddy" of his father, or tho
"Tom-Jeff" of other people a vast deal
better.
Further, the thought of studying
Sunday lessons bogot rebellion. At
times, as during those soul-stlrring re
vival weeks, now seemingly recedlrg
Into a far-awny past, he had moments
of yearning to bo wholly sanctified.
But the miracle of transformation
which he had confidently expected txi
the result of his "coming thiough" was
still unwrought. When John Bates or
Simon Cantrell undertook to bully him,
as aforetime, there was tho same in
toxicating experience of all the visible
world going blood-red before his e)es
the same sinful desire to slay tlum.
one or both.
He stole a glance at tho optti window
of tho living-room. Ills mother Had
gone about her housework, and he
could hear her singing softly, as bef t
ted the still, warm day. All hym'm
were beginning to have that effect, aad
this ono In particular ulways rcnewud
tho conflict between tho yearning (or
sanctity and a desire to do something
desperately wicked; the only mlddlo
course lay In flight Henco, the battlo
being fairly on, he stole another gUm'c
at tho window, sprang afoot, and ran
silently around tho house and through
the peach orchard to clamber over the
low stono wall which was the onlr
barrier on that side between tho wil
derness and the sown.
Men spoke of Paradise as "tho vnl
ley," though it was rather a sheltero 1
cove with Mount Lebanon for Its back
ground and a semicircular rango o'
oak-grown hills for Its other rampart.
Splitting It endwise ran tho whltn
streak of tho pike, macadamized froir
the hill quarry which, a full quarter
of a century beforo tho Civil War, hud
furnished the stono for tho Dabniy
manor-house; and paralleling tho road
unevenly lay a ribbon of sliver, known
to less poetic souls than Thomas Jef
ferson's as Turkey Creek, but loved
best by him under Its almost forgotten
Indian name of Chlawassce.
Beyond tho valley and Its Inclonlng
hills rose the "other mountain," bluo
In tho sunlight and royal purplo In tho
shadows tho Cumberland: source and
birthplace of tho cooling west wlnJ
that was whispering softly to tho co-
dars on high Lebanon. Thomas Jeffer
son called the loftiest of tho purpl?
distances Plsgah, picturing it as tho
mountain from which Moses had look
ed over Into the Promised Land. Some
time ho would go and climb It and
feast his eyes on tho sight of tho Ca
naan beyond; yea, ho might even go
down and possess the good land, If so
tho Lord should not hold him back as
Ho had held Moses.
That was a high thought, quite In
keeping with the sonso of ovorlordshlp
bred of tho uppor stlInossos. To com
pany with It, tho homo valley straight
way began to Ideallzo Itself from Iho
uplifted point of view on the mount
of vision. Tho Paradise flolds wero
dellcatoly-outilnod squares of vivid
green or golden yellow, or tho warm
red brown of tho upturned earth in
tho fallow places. Tho old negro quar
tors on tho Dabney grounds, many
years gone to the ruin of disuse, wopi
vino-grown and Invfslblo save as a
spot of summer verdure; and tho manor-house
itself, gray, grim and forbid
ding to a small boy scurrying past It
In, the deepening twilight, was now, no
more than a great square roof with tho
cheerful sunlight playing on It
Farther down tho valley, near tho
place where the whlto plko twisted It
self between two of the rampart hills
to escape Into the groat valley of he
Tennessee, tho splIt-shlnglcd roof un
der which Thomas Jefferson had eaten
and slept slnco tho earliest beginning
01 memories oecamo also a part of
tho high-mountain harmony; and tho
ragged, red iron-ore beds on the alone
above tho furnaco wore softened Into
a blur of Joyous color,
The iron furnace, with Its alternat-
Ing smoko puff and dull red flare.
struck the one Jarring note In a sym
phony blown otherwise on groat na
ture's organ-pipes; but to Thomas
Jefferson the furnace was as much
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part of tho Immtitublo sohemo as tho
hllln or tho foiostM or tho orook whloh
furnished tho niotlvo powor for Uh alr
hlust Moro, It stood for him as tho
summary of tho world's Industry, in
tho vhtto plko was tho world's groat
hlghvay, and Mnjor Dabney Its chluf
citizen.
Ho was knocking his buro hocls to
gether and thinking idly of Major
Dabnoy nnd cortaln disquieting rumors
lately como to Paradise, when thn
tinkling drip of tho spring Into tho pool
at tho foot of his porch was Interrupt
ed by a sudden splash. By shifting iv
llttlo to tho right ho could seo tho
spring. A girl of about his own ago.
liarefooteV, and with only hor tnuglod
mat of d,irk hulr for n head covering,
wns llllli.g her bucket In tho pool. He
broke a dry twig from tho nearest co
dur and dropped It on her.
"You better quit that, Tom-Joff do
don. 1 taken sight o' you up thcr.,"
said the girl, Ignoring him otherwise.
"Thut's my spring, N'nn Ilryorson,"
ho warned hor dlctutorlully.
"Shucks! It ain't your spring any
moro'n It's mine!" she retorted. "Hit
on Mnjo' pabney's land."
"Well, don't you muddy it none,"
mid Thomas Jefferson, with threaten
ing emphasis.
For answor to this sho put ono
brown foot deep Into tho pool and
wriggled her toes In tho sandy bottom.
Things began to turn red for Thomas
Jefferson, and n high, buzzing note. Mite
tho tocsin of the. bees, sung In his oars.
"Take your foot out o' that spring!
Don't you mad mo, Nun Bryeraon!" ho
cried.
She luughod at him and flung him u.
taunt. "You don't durst to get mad,
Tomtny-Jeffy; you've got religion."
it Is a terrible thing to ho angry in
shackles. Thoro uro similes pent vol
canoes, overcharged boilers and tho
like but thoy uro ull Inadequate
Thomas Jefferson searched for mis
siles more deadly than dry twigs, found
none, and fell headlong not from the
rock, but from grace. Tho girl laugh
ed 'mockingly and took hor foot from
tho pool, not In deference to his out
burst, but because tho water was Icy
cold and gave her a cramp.
"Now you've done It," sho remark
ed. "The devil 'II shore get yo for say
In that word, Tom-Jeff."
There was no reply, and she stopped
hack to see what had become of him.
Ho was prone, writhing In agony. 8h
knew the way to tho top of tho rock,
and was presently crouching beside
him.
"Don't take on like that!" sho plead
ed. "Times I cayn't he'p beln' mean:
looks like I was mado thntaway. Get
up and slap me, If you want to. I won't
ship back."
But Thomas Jefferson only ground
his fuco deeper Into the thick mat of
cedar needles and begged to bo lot
alone.
"Go away; I don't want you to talk
to mo!" he groaned. "You're always
making me sin! You're awfully wlck
od." "'Cause I don't bolleve nil that ab-t
tho woman and tho snako and the p
plo and tho mun?"
"You'll go to holl when you dlo, and
then I guess you'll bollevo," said
Thornus Jefferson, still more definitely.
Sho took a red apple from tho pocket
of her ragged frock and gavo It to
him.
"What's that for?" ho asked, sus
piciously. "You oat It; It's tho kind you like
off 'm tho treo right back cf Jim
Stone's burn lot," sho answered.
"You stolo It, Nan Hryoison!''
"Well, what If I did? You Mldn't"
He bit Into It, and ho hold him In
talk till It was eaten to tho core.
"Have you heard tell anything now
about tho new railroad ?" sho asked.
Thomas Jefferson shook his bond. "I
hoard Squire Hates and Major Dabney
naming It one day last wek."
"Well, It's shorn comln -right thoo'
Paradise. I hoard tell how it was goln'
to cut tho old Majo's irrasa patch
plumb In two, and run right smack
thoo' you-uns' peach oroh-ard."
A far-away ory, long-drawn and
penetrating, rose on tho mill air of tho
lower slope and was blown on tho
breeze to tho summit of the groxt
rock.
"That's maw. hollerln' for mo to got
back homo wlCh that bucket o' water"
said tho girl; and, as sho was descend
ing tho treo ladder: "You didn't s'pl
clon why I glvo you that apple, did
you, Tommy-Jeff y?"
"'Cause you didn't want It yourself.
I reckon," said tho second Adam.
"No; It was 'cauHo you said I was
goln to hell and I wanted comp'ny.
1 hat applo was stolo and you knowod
Thomas Jefferson Hung tho coro far
vLVu.r,U, treo-toPH and shut tits
r,? V. h01coul(1 c without seeing
t!ntl.M J'. roso to 1,10 eoroncBt
holght ho had yet attained and said.
ginr you' you wcItcd' w,clted
Her laugh was a screaming taunt
"uouw t tho apple!" she cried;
hen w,U Wl8n,t BCIlrod ot Koln to
wo.'mi rd 0088 n'-y" Know you
wouiai Lemmo tell you, Tom-Joff, If
tho preacher had dipped mo In the
creek like ho did you, I'd be I mighty
t'nly wou?dr;,,an WhQt V0U ar0' X
ogiK now ftngor camo t0 118 owu
"You don't know what you'ro talking
about, Nan Bryersonl You'ro no h ,"S
motheT Knrl!,,80rab,0 llttl0 ,,cath05
StS her. yU WaBl" h0 crlcd out
answer iS tS 8r'maC0 Wft8 ttU tho
CHAPTER III.
suddenly. Tn d that nothln c
lv tt. vHaVh, unePeted is mere,
ly tb overlpoked. For weeks Thorn-
hb joucrinn his v.
womod i th. ,re
"... "? n. "tumbiM y
i.euis ni Work in .v," .?' 0
across tho creek ,,
tho now railroad lyJn.t,
-ion to t.,o w,.vja'..s
niniiiKCrs rnnl...i - ,viH t
nnu mo ta It was of t J ' WJ
"New HouthVSm
. "'I'-iiuonf u .
una nr iun.i... , .,v initi,
llllllnli t.l . -MUillCkl .
bring about.
But thesn .
Ings and cmM, " "niy.
" mu rem
oamo on a day t,f .;.:' in.Wi
ward of merit for 71,
wv, UIU IML'hli. it. ' U
cause t hoy woro ,tock ni
vvi i innAi,.!. . i
. . ' "w U1KB l.j -
MoUIlt Lohnnnn S o
.i. .. HIS In ii.
mo morn ntr nt n,
" iiiu iinv mi ..
Wing., tho tr ; 5
ThomuH Jofrorfl0n "g
IIo had been tn " m
Ilfll'tl It II lUIH . V.
. wnn uiitfi ...
Tredegar tint ,..i,.:. .
........ mi ' - MOT.
. .: rami ii
i. -""- quart i
torlok and stucco-pm ) ft
i nil rn ii' a tt l. t i
"'u,vn ""ioneu. the. .
en ones with Ivinv
thn ..... iimi.: u
. " uies: in, ij.
,,, mil-,., Ullf fcl.llu .4,.
woathor. "
Alnn gtt tin. .
nun iiiu uiiiiriiinroii iriw
town ltM nrotcnt nm t,.M
jy. inero was thn Putt,.
ii run riiTMi ii ii ii limit t ik...i. .
" " "viuiiAin
in nniui u un iiiTiiari in ..ii.t
- -t uiygci
rm cu uumv out nr tirniH..
fltlWtl tttttlilltw In a ..
IWtt nm.l..,l m .1 a - t
onco-a-tlay train that whet
clanked into and out of It
Thomas Jefferson had iwi
limit firm iiinlri' in. 1. 1
lllirilll tltnr miMt if,n Ik j.
, . -... .....v ,v ul
nr. worn, rnlrv nr i1n.lv
... - - . ... ..us. u . i r
had crept Into hie eoul, usiq
back to tho f reshncii of th Pi--
fljiltlli nml 1 1 riml m at I.
itvnii tiiiu luitaia UK Ci culm
Hut now all tlila wni toll
ton or to bo rcmemtareA a-
llfltHHI f M tA Ant M UU.K..
unriiur picture was efface!
1. 1 I .. A .1 I. . i
I II.. I I k I I..
!u mm' iq rt'uui u again in rj
iy. j-or me kchiub oi him era
I ......... .. . I 1 - . -
mrii In I nowhere. It If nrJr i
part of tho South which til
" ntiustr ar tnat it cameui
clan, with all the Intermedial
,4.l,rtl t.wl fim tfiwpn SI I
Mioko of It as "tne uoomr u
that. It was merely mat ui
nr modernity lllld UHCOYetMl
mntlo hasto to occupy It
UU . I " .
in wiititii Trviifiritr. Miens
h.. fur,, (hi! wnnderlne evetoil
as Jefferson, me muoajr in.
vnnl.hi.il in L'lVS Mae 10 I
i. ,n.n'nv in .nrlnrr litM
ns a forest path, and ai cias
tiikn after a sweeping BumtM!
shabby lean-to awnlnn,
..nimr tinri In their room
fu.,,n, "
vastnesHOH In brick ana cut ma
i i... iiiiiii- i-iii'n mitrncutt
Bmuit wui ui miw.--
...
mi i in i ri ir nut lit in i.
k trim i .aim. uropnioi m in
iMitlont mule, tlnkl! theirs
un ni iv nttiii ri fiinii-0 v -
Htmnuo to Paradise cyci rattw
i i.. i .. iimnnif mei
WBfiiy III IIIIU 4MI.W..H
ii Tl.tMillnrr thrflDffl
tw.NuniiHinn nf the jsidewi-Wi
rutfiitrnnt. ffkttt
i j 1 1 l 1 1 U nitv v -
a u la nr I ii o mil i aiuvii- -
tl stress nir crown u..u
peojilo everywhere.
(To Vf conttnufil
Peed IluiiKry CJilia"-
it... iranr0tll
nr i .nnnnn wi ru iiiuiium'd
school children witn
irnlifnutB R WCCK. 0U en7
Ar it nr riinif liiuj " -
rtn nnn nnn tiii-micn VBII"
n r.nn nunui
roc proviuuiB i""
i .Liu.... nt Tniion.
... .. l,1 nnt SUPP''
. . .i.n.iran in
tlon, caca rocoiviwb
wnn r. . . ..iti
For yoara u.o - f
HUhficnueti . - mi
provide, food for u -
Brnwi ,u ",,,
nriiiiirini ijl .1 11,11
. en ereav-
iwur yviiiB ----- .. .
ln nIV r I III UN i V . W ' .ll
. ... II 1 II llllll lO V .
to Keep nonriy ""."7
from being atnrvedtodM.
.. iivcr'-
. 1 Cil llllll IIUHU
Unilerwru.
. . .nma Of
..i.-i-.i i.i anuria W
1 ...n.ni known ns lUB
... iia imu
Willi WHICH Hw .1
..-1 TlnlnnntniOKI ...
. ., gnu ,.,
ucoiosy, iu.. -ieniiTi
la said to have made exie
mnntH. -
1, It DtW"'
and mercy on the Hearw "' .
, r w
vear: you w' .. in
' . ...in aii ne b " i
uooa aooos w -
heaven. cufti"'"' D -
1 4ft
T ... t... In C&ll
rian frnm Ilim. uuv : .t,i
4 t. mflv DO
energy, tnai ;'Dr0ok
the burden.-PlP mv