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A Tale of Youth
and Simmer
Time and'The M
Baxter Family?^
VTpeczalli/
Will jam.
v By BOOTH
STARKINCTON
Copyright, 1915, 1916, by Metropolitan Magazine.
The mirrC." of *£" uTesstrjg table sent
him the reflection of his own eye*,
which also were blue, and he gazed
upon them and upon the rest ot his
Image the while he ate his bread and
butter and apple sauce and sugar.
Finally he rose and approached the
dressing tabic to study himself at
greater advantage.
Beyond doubt he was acting a little
scene of Indifference. Other symbolic
dramas followed, though an invisible
observer might have been puaxled for
a key to some of them. One, however,
would have proved easily intelligible.
His expression having altered to a look
of pity and contrition, he turned from
the mirror and, walking slowly to a
chair acroeis the room, used his right
hand in a peculiar manner, seeming to
stroke the air at a point about ten
Inches above the back of the chair.
"ITaere, there, little girl," he said in a
low, gentle voice. "J didn't know you
cared."
Then, with a rather abrupt dismissal
of this theme, he returned to the mir
ror and, after a questioning scrutiny,
nodded solemnly, forming with his lips
the words, "The real thing—the real
thing at last!"
He meant that, after many imitations
had imposed upon him. I.ove—the real
thing—had come to l-'v: Iti the end.
And as he turned «<'. »• murmured,
"And even her nn:. ii'aiowu!"
Seating himself « small writing
table by the window, he proceeded to
express his in-rsonaliiy In something he
considered a poem.
Three-quarters of an hour having
•nfficvd for Its completion, he solemnly
signed it and then read it several times
in a state of hushed astonishment He
had never dreamed that he could do
anvthlns like this:
MILADY.
I do not know her nunt
Though It would be the ium
Where roBee bloom at twilight
And the lurk takes hta flight
It would be the same anywhere
Where music sound* In air
I wa« never Introduced to the lady I
So I could not call her Lass or Bailie
Bo I will coll her Milady
By the sands of tho *eu
She a 1 '.v&> a will be
Just Milady to me.
—William Sylvanui Baxter, Eaq., July U.
Suddenly again that voice:
"Will-eel"
To William, In his high and lonely
mood, this piercing summon* brought
an actual shudder, and the very
thought of Jane (with tokens of apple
sauce and sugar still upon her cbeek,
probably) seemed a kind of sacrilege.
He fiercely swore his favorite oath, ac
quired from a hero of a work of fiction
he admired, "Ye gods!" and concealed
his poein lu the drawer of the writing
table.
"Wlll-ee! Mamma wanes yoct" Jane
hammered on the door.
"What you want?" he shouted.
Jane explained, certain pauses lull- J
eating that her attention was partially
diverted to another slice of bread and
butter and apple sauce and sugar, j
"Wlll-ee, mamma wants you—wants
you to go help Genesis bring some
washtubs home—and a tin clo'es boiler
—from the secondhand man's store."
"What!"
Jane repeated the outrageous mes
sage, adding. "She wants you to harry
—and I got some bread and butter and
apple sauce and sugar for comln' to
tell you."
Bis refusal was direct and infuriat
ed, but there was a decisive tapping
upon the door, and his mother's voice
interrupted;
"Hush. Willie! Open the door, please."
He obeyed furiously, and Mrs. Bax
ter walked in with a deprecating air,
while Jane followed, so profoundly In
terested that, until almost the close of
the interview, she held her bread and
butter aud apple sance and sugar at a
sort of way station on Its journey to
her mouth.
"That'a a nice uuuj w —w
do!" stormed the unfortunate William.
"Ye gods! Do you think Joe Bullitt's
mother would dare to"— t
"Wait, dearie!" Mrs. Baxter begged
pacifically. "I Just want to explain"—
" 'Explain!" Ye goda!" i» •
"Now, now, Just a minute, Willie!"
■be said. "What I wanted to explain
was why it's necessary tor you to go
with Oenesls for the"—
"Never!" he shouted. "Never! Xou
expect me to walk through the public
street* with that awful lookln' old
nigger"—
"Genesis Isn't old," she managed to
Interpolate. "He"—
Bat her frantic son disregarded her.
"Secondhand waahtuba!" Jxa vociferat
ed. "And tin clothee boilers 1 That's
what you want yout son to carry
through the public streets la broad
daylight! Ye goda!"
"Well, there isn't anybody else," aha
said. "Please don't rat* so, Willi*,
and say 'Is gods' ao much. It really
Isn't nice. I'm son nobody* 11 notice
you"- . . .
" 'Nobody!'" His voice cracked in
anguish. "Oh, no! Nobody except the
•whole town! Why, when there's any
thing disgusting has to be done In this
family—why do I always huve to be
the one? Why can't Genesis bring the
secondhand waghtubs without me?
Why can't the secondhand store deliv
er 'em? Why can't"—
"That's what I want to tell you," she
interposed hurriedly, and as the youth
lifted his arms on high In a gesture of
ultimate despair and then threw him
self miserably into a chair she obtain
ed the floor. "The secondhand store
doesn't deliver things." she said. "X
bought them at an auction, and It's go
ing out of business, and they have to
be taken away before half past 4 this
afternoon.
"Genesis can't brln,.; them In the
wheelbarrow because, he says, the
wheel Is broken, and he says he can't
possibly carry two tubs and a wash
boiler himself. And he can't make
two trips because It's a mile and a
half, and I don't like to ask him, any
way. And it would take too long, be
cause he has to get back and finish
cutting the grass before your j«pa
gets home this evening. Papa said he
had to! Now, 1 don't like to ask you,
but it really isn't much. You and
Genesis can Just slip up there and"—
"Slip!" mo.".ned William. "'Justslip
up there!' Ye gods!"
"Genesis is waiting on the back
porch," she said. "Really It Isn't worth
your making all this fuss about."
"Ye gods!" He clas|>ed his head In
his hands, crushed, for ije knew that
the curse wjis upon him and he must
go. "Ye gods!"
Genesis and his dog were waiting
Just outside the kitchen door, and of
ail the world these two creatures were
probably the last in whose company
William Sylvanus Baxter desired to
mako a public appearance. The aged,
grayish, sleeveless, neekless garment
which sheltered Genesis from waist
to collar bone could not have been
mistaken for a Jersey.
Upon the feet of Genesis were things
which careful study would have re
vealed to be patent leather (lancing
pumps Ions dead and several times
buried, and upon his head pressing
down his markedly criminal oars, was
a once derby bat of a brown not far
from Genesis' own color, though de
cidedly without his gloss. A large
ring of strange metal, with the stone
missing, adorned a linger of his right
hand, and from a corncr of his mouth
projected an unllghtcd and spreading
cigar stub.
And Genesis' dog, scratching himself
at his master's feet, was the true com
plement of Genesis, for, although he
was a youngish dog, he was a dog that
would have been recognized anywhere
in the world as a colored person's dog.
CHAPTER II.
Genesis and Clematis.
"^"\KND tliut dog back:" William
said resolutely. "I'm not go
yj lng through the streets with
a dog like that, anyhow!"
Genesis chuckled. "He ain' goin'
back," he said. "Ain' nobody kin make
'at dog go back. 1 ain' had him mo'n
two weeks, but I don' b'lieve pres'dent
United States kiu make 'at dog go
back. I show you." And, wheeling
suddenly, he made ferocious gestures,
shouting, "G'on back, dog!"
The dog turned, ran back a few
paces, halted and then began to follow
again, whereupon Genesis pretended
to hurl stones at lilm. But the animal
only repeated his maneuver.
"I'll show him!" suid William hotly.
"I'll show him he can't follow me!"
He charged upon the dog, shouting
fiercely. The hunted animal, abandon
ing ills partial flights, turned a tucked
under tall, ran all the way back to
the alley and disappeared from sight.
"There," said William, "I guess that'll
•how him!"
"I a In' bctlln' on It," said Genesis as
they went on. "He uev' dill stop fol
Tln' me yet I reckon he the foll'lndest
dog In the worl'. Name Clem."
"Well, he can't follow me!" said the
surging William, In whose mind's eye
lingered the vision of an exquisite dog
let with pink ribboned throat and a
cottony head bobbing gently over a
filmy sleeve.
"Name Clem fer short," said Genesis
amiably. "1 trade in a mandoline fer
him what bad her neck kind o* busted
off on one side. 1 couldn' play her no
how, an" I found her, anyways. Yes,
auh, I trade In 'at mandoline fer him
'cause always did like to have me a good
dog. But I d'in' have me no name fer
him, an' this here Bloole Bowers what
I trade in the mandoline to, he say
\e d'ln' have no name fer him. Say
nev' did know If was a name fer him
'tall. So I's spen' the evenln' at 'at
lady's house, Fanny, what used to be
cook fer Miz Johnson, nex' do' you'
maw's, an' I ast Ffenny what am I
go'n' a do about it, an' Fanny say,
'Call him.Cl2E.atis,' she say. So 'ftt'a
naino I'name him, Clematis. Call him
Oiom fer sbort, bat Clematis bis real
name.. He'll come, whichever one you
call him, Clem or Clematis, he a In'
carln' I"
Wllllafn's suffering eyes were fixed
upon remoteness, and bis lips moved
now and then like * martyr'*, pro
nouncing inaudlbly a sacred word—
"Milady! Ob, miladyr
Suddenly Genesis broke into loud
laughter.
"What I tell you?" be cried, pointing
ahead. "Look ayonnub! No, sub, prea
'dent United States hisse'f ain' go tell
'at dog stay home I"
And there, at the corner before them,
waited Clematis, roguishly lying in a
mud puddle In the gutter. He bad ran
through alleys parallel to their course.
There was nothing to do but to give
up, and so the trio proceeded.
Nobody, William reflected, seeing
him In such company could believe
that be belonged to "one of the oldest
and best families in town." Nobedy
Wbuld understand that he was not
walking with Genesis for the pleasure
of his companionship until they got
Clematis.
the tubs and the wash boiler, when his
social condition must be thought even
more degraded. How frightful that
tills should befall him on such a day.
the very day that his soul had been
split asunder by the turquoise shafts
of milady's uyet> and he had learned to
know the real thing at last!
"Milady! Oh, milady!"
At last he and Genesis set oat on
the return trip from the secondhand
shop, bearing the two washtubs, a
clothes wringer (which Mrs. Baxter
had forgotten to mention), the tin boil
er, and followed by Clematis.
There was something really pageant
llko about the llttlo excursion now, and
the glittering clothes boiler, borne on
high, sent flashing lights far down the
street The washtubs were old fash
ioned, of wood. They refused to fit
one within the other, so William, with
his right hand, and Genesis, with his
Wft.carried one of the tubs between
them.
Genesis carried the heavy wringer
with his right hand, and he had fasten
ed the other tub upon his back by
means of a bit of rope which passed
over his shoulder. Thus the tin boil
er, being a lighter burden, fell to
William.
The cover would not stay In place,
but continually fell off when be es
sayed to carry the boiler by one of its
handles, and be mnde shift to manage
the accursed thing In various ways, the
only one proving physically endurable
being, unfortunately, the most gro
tesque. lie was forced to carry the
cover In his left band and to place his
head partially within the boiler Itself
and to support It—tilted obliquely to
rest upon his shoulders—as a kind of
monstrous tin cowl or helmet.
This had the advantage of somewhat
concealing his face, though when he
leaned his head back, in order to ob
tain clearer vision of what was before
him, the boiler slid off arid fell to the
pavement with a noise that nearly
caused a runaway and brought the hot
chceked William much derisory atten
tion from a passing street car.
Seen from the roar. William was un
recognisable. but interesting. He ap
peared to be a walking clothes boiler,
armed with a shield and connected, by
means of a washtub, with a negro or
Informal Ideas concerning dress. In
fact, the group was whimsical, and!
three young people who turned In be
hind It out of a cross street Indulged
Immediately in fits of inadequately
suppressed laughter, though neither,
Miss May Parcher nor Mr. Johnnie
Watson even remotely suspected that
the legs beneath the clothes boiler be
longed to an acquaintance. And as
(or the third of this little party. Miss
Parcher's visitor, those peregrinating
legs suggested nothing familiar to her.
"Oh, eee the fun-ee laundrymana!"
she cried, addressing n cottony doglefs
head that bobbed gently up and down
over her supporting arm. "Sweetest
Floplt must see tool Flopit, look at
the fun-ee laundrymans!"
"Sh!" murmured Miss Parcher, chok
ing. "He might hear you."
He might, Indeed, since they were
not five yards behind him, and tbe
dulcet Tolce was clear $nd tree. .With-'
Ill the shadowy Interior of tho clothes
boiler were features stricken with sud
den, utter hoi-ror. ''Floptt!"
The attention of Genesis was attract
ed by a convulsive tugging of the tub
which he supported In common with
William. It seemed passionately to
urge greater speed
"Walk faster! You got to walk
faster!"
"I got plenty time cut 'at grass befo'
you' pa gits home," Genesis said re
assuringly. "This here rope what I
got my ex try tub slung to Is 'mos' wo'
plum thew my hide."
Having uttered this protest, be con
tinued to ambulate at tho same pace,
though somewhat assisted by the for
ward pull of the connecting tub.
The amusement of the second group
having abated through satiety, the
minds of its components turned to oth
er topics. "Now Flopit must have his
darlln' lekle run," said Flopit's mis
tress, setting the doglet upon the
ground "That's why sweetest Flopit
and I and all of us came for a walk
Instead of sitting on the nice, cool
porchklns. See the sweetie toddle!
Isn't he adorable, May? Isn't he ador
able, Mr. Watson?"
Mr. Watson put a useless sin upon
Ms soul, since all he needed to say
was a mere "YesJ^ •,
(Continued tomorrow)
ALASKA NEWS
The Valdez Miner is responsible
tor the story of a race of cave
dwellers on King Island, Cape
Prince of Wales, which is the ex
treme northern cape closest to Si
beria. Th© Tillage of cave dwell
ers number about 200 persons. The
island is a great mass of basalt
rock, about a mile in length, ris
ing from the Bering strait, with per
pendicular sldee from 700 to 1000
above the water.
A 39 inch vein, of clear coal has
been, found on Moo^e creek, on, the
line of the government railroad,
and coal has been mined) from this
vein to supply needs of the rail
road. A diamond drill will bfi used
for further prospecting.
Four cannery tenders are report
ed to have been lost at the mouth
of the Koskokwim this spring. The
natives are enjoying prosperity
from the salvaging of thel cargoes.
Chief Engineer of the steamship
Mariposa, Earl Raymond, has been
promoted to. Chief Port Engineer
for the Alaska Steamship Company1
at Seattle, and has entered upon
his new duties..
Rev. J. L. McBride, minister of
the First Presbyterian church at
Anchorage, made the statement re
cently that many bears can ho seen
along the line, for the fish are
scarce in the streams and the bear*
are being driven Into the open by
hunger.
Coastructlon work on the Katalla
railroad has been complete for a
distance of 28 miles to the mines,
all the bridges and trestles have
been driven, and rails have been
laid for 14 miles. It Is expected
the road will be completed by the
middle of November. Forty men are
employed at present in the mine and
au average of 200 tons of coal have
been vlocked out per day for the
last year.
About 22 men ar© now employed
by the Divisional Road Commission
making the Cape Nome road exten
sion tieyond Fort Davis. Several
teams are used for hauling the
road metal to the right of way laid
out for its construction This
work will place a considerable sum
of money in circulation in Nome.
POTATOES GROWN IN SAND
The Department of Commerce au
thorizes the following:
Report has been received that dur
ing the cast season Henry L. Thom
as, keeper of Nantucket (Great
Point) Light Station, Mass., rais
ed potatoes of a good qualty In the
beach sand at the light station,
there being no soil In the vicinity.
This Information ia made public
for the benefit of other employes
similarly situated.
Mr. Thomas has been commended
by the department for his endeavors
in aiding the country by Increasing
the food supply. ! «
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