gangway above which lowered a green and rotting wooden
How delightfully happy the plan made her through the coming week! She was too young when her mother died to have received any cautions or words of advice respecting the subject of a woman's life--if, indeed, wise parents ever directly speak of what, in its depth and power, cannot be put into words--which is a brooding spirit with no definite form or shape that men should know it, but which is there, and present before we have recognised and realised its existence. Ruth was innocent and snow-pure. She had heard of falling in love, but did not know the signs and symptoms thereof; nor, indeed, had she troubled her head much about them. Sorrow had filled up her days, to the exclusion of all lighter thoughts than the consideration of present duties, and the remembrance of the happy time which had been. But the interval of blank, after the loss of her mother and during her father's life-in-death, had made her all the more ready to value and cling to sympathy--first from Jenny, and now from Mr. Bellingham. To see her home again, and to see it with him; to show him (secure of his interest) the haunts of former times, each with its little tale of the past--of dead-and-gone events!--No coming shadow threw its gloom over this week's dream of happiness--a dream which was too bright to be spoken about to common and indifferent ears.
Sunday came, as brilliant as if there were no sorrow, or death, or guilt in the world; a day or two of rain had made the earth fresh and brave as the blue heavens above. Ruth thought it was too strong a realisation of her hopes, and looked for an over-clouding at noon; but the glory endured, and at two o'clock she was in the Leasowes, with a beating heart full of joy, longing to stop the hours, which would pass too quickly through the afternoon.
They sauntered through the fragrant lanes, as if their loitering would prolong the time and check the fiery-footed steeds galloping apace towards the close of the happy day. It was past five o'clock before they came to the great mill-wheel, which stood in Sabbath idleness, motionless in a brown mass of shade, and still wet with yesterday's immersion in the deep transparent water beneath. They clambered the little hill, not yet fully shaded by the overarching elms; and then Ruth checked Mr. Bellingham, by a slight motion of the hand which lay within his arm, and glanced up into his face to see what that face should express as it looked on Milham Grange, now lying still and peaceful in its afternoon shadows. It was a house of after-thoughts; building materials were plentiful in the neighbourhood, and every successive owner had found a necessity for some addition or projection, till it was a picturesque mass of irregularity--of broken light and shadow--which, as a whole, gave a full and complete idea of a "Home." All its gables and nooks were blended and held together by the tender green of the climbing roses and young creepers. An old couple were living in the house until it should be let, but they dwelt in the back part, and never used the front door; so the little birds had grown tame and familiar, and perched upon the window-sills and porch, and on the old stone cistern which caught the water from the roof.
They went silently through the untrimmed garden, full of the pale-coloured flowers of spring. A spider had spread her web over the front door. The sight of this conveyed a sense of desolation to Ruth's heart; she thought it was possible the state-entrance had never been used since her father's dead body had been borne forth, and without speaking a word, she turned abruptly away, and went round the house to another door. Mr. Bellingham followed without questioning, little understanding her feelings, but full of admiration for the varying expression called out upon her face.
The old woman had not yet returned from church, or from the weekly gossip or neighbourly tea which succeeded. The husband sat in the kitchen, spelling the psalms for the day in his Prayer-book, and reading the words out aloud--a habit he had acquired from the double solitude of his life, for he was deaf. He did not hear the quiet entrance of the pair, and they were struck with the sort of ghostly echo which seems to haunt half-furnished and uninhabited houses. The verses he was reading were the following:--
"Why art thou so vexed, O my soul: and why art thou so disquieted within me?
"O put thy trust in God: for I will yet thank him, which is the help of my countenance, and my God."
- man more common interests than the cultured guests of Bwana
- looking for something to invest money in. Sometimes even
- and oppression. What a shame that proud, fine,black woman
- the madam gave me some more, and I told Sammy I was going
- and ran like a hare, her yellow silk dress gleaming in
- most vicious things in an effort to hurt him, andtalk about
- dropped a bill on the bar for the bartender. Withoutlooking
- that he could be bluffed, that he could be frightened by
- He divided his small following into two parties, entrusting
- Everything was building up, closing in on me. I was
- of. And worse, a hustler could never afford to have itdemonstrated
- time we'd had the drink, I was so high that I asked Jean
- our tents. They were very civil, and offered us a house;
- to hear Billie Holiday, who had been on the road and wasjust
- would buy five-gallon containers of bootleg, funnel it
- that Hymie supplied, usually to those spruced-up bars which
- numbers. I never saw anything more obliging and humble
- Hymie and the others. One day Hymie didn'tshow up where
- Nicholas Avenue. But my ears were hearing a gun. Ididn't
- customaryprofane language what was the matter with me.
- slowly toward the north—he said nothing of the party
- before. Not a whisky high, I could tell itwas something
- for that matter, wouldhave loaned me three hundred dollars
- Negroes. Jews who had anglicized their names were Hymie's
- December 1st. — We steered for the island of Lemuy. I
- telephoning Jean Parks. Jean was oneof the most beautiful
- I put congolene on my head, then discoveredthat the bathroom
- sidewalk, opposite their patrol car,double-parked with
- his boys had deserted, for a hunting party from the bungalow
- Up in Fat Man's Bar on the hill overlooking the Polo
- to 52nd Street. _Billie Holiday_ and those big photo
- been solved, orif the wrong man had confessed under beatings.
- solid wall opened before her; it was another masked door.
- blowups of her were under the lights outside. Inside, the
- It must have been five in the morning when, downtown,
- The strong-arm thugs were bluffing. They were trying
- could trust. To them he explained his plans and the rich
- wasn't the problem. I still had about two hundreddollars
- I was sitting, glaring at me. They were working him back
- Some of them werefamous names whom most people never thought
- designs to a successful conclusion. One party he moved
- up my scalp, I had to stickmy head into the stool and flush
- when she saw Jean and me. Her white gownglittered under
- smoked it. My gun was ready if Iheard a mosquito cough.
- gruffly, explaining that he had always been fond of the
- a tall, light-skinned Negro, maskedwith a woman's stocking.
- I had faced down somedangerous Negroes. But no one who
- never in my life have seen a black man that desired white
- our tents. They were very civil, and offered us a house;
- you never would have thought of it again-unlessit was brought