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A
Summer
Night . . . . .
By MAXWELL GRAY.
(Thaw short Mrtal stories are copy
lighted by Baohetler, Johnson at Bachel
ler, and are printed In The Tribune by
pedal arrangement, simultaneous with
thetr appearance In the leading daily
Journals of the large cities).
CHAPTER II.
Stephen, Adams stood still in the road,
the bridle on his bare brown arm, and
started stupidly after tine doctor's dog
cart A great sob broke from his bruad
brown chest, the blue striped shirt on
which was open; It was a sob of relief.
Then he looked at the cob, and, going
over to the old-fashioned Inn, relic of
past coaching days, the Rose and
Crown, called the ostler and helped him
rub the cob down, loosening the girths
and rinsing the mouth.
Somebody gave him a hat which he
put on half consciously; and then he
called for ale, drank a pint and poured
a pint down the cob's throat.
"He done It In half an hour. Seven
mile," he said, looking hard at the cob.
"A rare good goer, guvner," the
ostler returned, patting and smoothing
the animal's Ilrm-set neck, "and a rare
good un to stay. But you've took it
all out of en; there ain't 'alf a kick In
al his four legs."
Adams looked thoughtfully at the
cob, considering how much go was left
In him, and then, taking a parcel the
doctor's man had brought him, fixed it
to the saddle, feed the ostler and led
the horse briskly away, walking him
down the street, over the bridge and up
the hill before he mounted and trotted
along the level, slowly at first, and then
more quickly through the cooling dusk,
and dewy scents of Held and hedgerow.
Hundreds of years seemed to have
passed since he started In the evening
sunshine on that mad, break-neck gal
lop, spurred by agonies of fear.
He fell to thinking over all that had
passed since he went forth In the morn
ing" dew that day, 'bent upon getting
that last grass crop, over-ripe as It was
for lack of 'hands to save It, mown.
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hanrla pnuM en an ta the cartlne when
the dew was fully dried; in the mean
time a quarter of the heavy grass at
least might be down the whole must
be down before dewfall, and those acres
of well-made hay carted besides. To
mow one Held and cart the other that
had seemed 'the w hole aim and problem
of existence In the morning. And An
nie to worry him with her petty wants
just then! He had flung off with a
snarl, when she raised herself from the
There Was a Report.
olllow on one arm and called after him
as he was leaving the room, only half
awake, his heavy eyes full of sleep.
Money! Women were always wanting
money at the wrong time. What If
Jane's wages were a week overdue?
She could wait; but that heayy, over
ripe grass, could not. Give Annie the
key to his strong box to get It? A like
ly matter. And the weed that had got
Into the cows' pusture to be seen to be
sides. Why hadn't Annie told him of
the taste in the butter before? Who
but a woman would wait till that morn
ing over breakfast to mention It? Who
wouldn't have sworn?
Those acres of rich waving grass,
stiff against the scythes, and that In
vidious weed In the pasture seemed of
small moment now. The whole dairy
and the year's hay had better have
Konebefore that evening's tragedy
took place.
They had been married ten months
and it had not troubled Stephen to see
Annie's rounded cheek sharpen and
pale and the corners of her young red
mouth droop; It was only nature, lie
thought. And If she was found crying
at times, why it was the way of young
wives on the road to motherhood; so he
was told. These woman's troubles had
to be borne; what else were women
made for? To be borne quietly, with
out troubling men. Wives must not be
spoiled. Mn had troubles enough out
of doors; they wanted peace at home.
So he thought in the morning but
now his thoughts were changed.
. In spite, of hlB mproieness and evil
temper, he had been a happy man In
the beginning of that day. What
would he not give now to drag himself
from sound sleep In the morning cool
ness, and drowBlly dress and hurry,;
forth, to be called back by Annie? To
be standing in the mower's rank at
mid-day with streaming face, sweeping
the long bright scythe through the
stiff thick grass to be lying, face
downward, beneath the hedgerow oak
In a pleasant doze, hushed by the faint
rustle in the cool green canopy of happy
things of heavy hay crops, nearly
saved, of glorious weather and conse
quent coming on of blossomed wheat,
plumping' out of heavy ears of barley
and filling of oat-hulis, as well as of
the - lucky chance that the child was
not to be bom till harvest was done, the
dairy work lighter and autumn leisure
at hand. It would not do to have An
nie upstairs In harvest or haying time,'
with twenty cows to milk. She would
get through a good summer's work
first, and by next summer 'the boy
would be grown to a plaything good to
toss. Of course it would be a boy.
"Stephen," he heard, continually,
above the cob's trot on the dusty high
road, "do listen, Stephen. Indeed, it's
partcular." Of all things he hated a
complaining woman; and the querulous
tone of Annie's voice irritated him. He
knew that he was not good-tempered,
was ungracious, taciturn, Irritable.
Annie should have known it too, and
forborne to worry him. A whole day
often passed without a word from him;
he meant no harm; he hated senseless
chatter; she knew It was only his way.
Yet he promised his conscience that If
Annie were but spared, he would be
kinder, more sociable, gentler for ever
after. If!
He turned sick, and pressed his heels
Into the tired horse's side. The possi
bility was Infinitesimal. The cob
quickened his weary trot; Stephen
thought he might be too late.
The tailor's son was still at the win
dow, watching the street lamps sparkle
out on the dusk, and a few silver stars
point the pale strip of sky that ran like
a river between the black roofs. He
saw the untasted supper in the oppo
site room, where no one remembered
to draw the blinds, and caught the
gleam of Mrs. Newman's white gown
as she passed the open doors, pacing
disconsolate in the garden, waiting for
her husband.
And always, he saw the spare, sinewy
figure of Stephen Adams; his sun
burnt, hard-featured face, . with red
brown beard and thick hall1 matted
over his strong, stubborn forehead.
Always he heard the,, words: "Shot
through the body." Who was shot, -and
by whom? "Wife," "loaded gun," were
the only words that he could make out
In the farmer's hurried, urgent mes
sage. Stephen was hearing that. shot over
and over cg.iin, together with Annie's
words, about the cob's foot-falls, the
droning of chafers, voice of corn-crakes
and chirp of grasshoppers, and then a
mlBt of blood would come before his
hot, dazed eyes.
The mowing was at last qulto fin
ished, the hay had been carted long be
fore the dews began to foil. The- sun
was low when he went Into the .wide
brewus or outer kitchen to replace his
gun lu the rack after firing at rooks In
the piece of wheat beyind the orchard.
He had fired both bar -.els, reloaded,
and fired again more than once; he had
a young rabbit Just shot In his hand,
and threw it on the table, when Annie
came In, white and anxious. .
"Stephen, I must speak in private.
It's serious; it's about It's Willis Ar
ley" so far she had panted. '
He had always despised and disliked
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OURES
HEADACHE.
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CURES
HEADACHE.
Restores
Lost
Health,
Miss Lotth CUbsoh, of
8,vne, Mich.; writ's: - "I
bate bean troubled With a
terrible headavbe for alma
two ysra md could not gat
anytmug -to help me, but at
law a Uieuil advljrd ma to
ta your Bumhock Blood
UlTTHHe, which did. -aiid
after taking two bottle. I
bnva net kud the headache
sine." " ' ' '
succeeded In anything, who read and
wrote when he should have been plow
ing and sowing, who left his father's
farm and set up for a scribbler in Lon
don till he was nearly starved. He had
that Willis Arley, a fellow who never
been one of Annie's numerous sweet
hearts; Stephen had a vague notion
that she favored him at one time before
her father stepped between them and
forbade Arley the house. It was an old
story, so old that It had not occurred to
Stephen even to be jealous; Arley had
not been near the place for years; there
was a rumor that he was gone for a
soldier, or to Australia. He was no
longer spoken of now, his brother had
the furni, his mother lived In a vine
covered stone house near the village
church: Stephen seemed to remember
that she was very 111; -to be sure, Dr.
Newman's dog-cart had been seen
outside the vine-covered house that
afternoon. Yet when Annie spoke the
half-forgotten name, he turned with
one of his Impatient Jerks, the gun
still in his hand and how did It hap
pen? the maid servant was standing
by, the only witness what did she
know? the gun must have been
cocked, he must have touched the trig
gerthere was a report, a cry, Annie
was down, there was blood on the
stonepaved floor. Then followed cries
of alarm and horror, people running
In, the saddling and bridling and mad
galloping of the cob along the dusty,
seven-mile road to the town.
The night sparkled with pale stars,
the breath of honeysuckle hung about
meadow and garden, ' when . he . rode
Into Iris own yard and looked anxiously
at his house,' dimly outlined In the
gray summer dusk that would not
deepen before the early dawn reddened
the sky.
A dim light showed In the rose-bow-ered
window upstairs, another dim
light In the kitchen below; neither win
dow was curtained; all was not yet
over. His quick step, heavy with
nailed boots, was on the Uncarpeted
oaken stair, where an eight-day clock
ticked with steady patience on the
landing and vaguely comforted him,
quieting the fever of his blood with
familiar, home-like voice. Outside the
bedroom door he paUBed. sick at heart;
then softly turned the handle and en
tered. Annie's face, white and sharp, was on
the white pillow, her dark hair, loos
ened and tangled, lay over pillow And
sheet, the doctor was bending above
her, doing something to her woundtfd
side, a woman wiped blood from the
pale Hps, lips softly Bmlllng In spite of
the quick, gasping breath that parted
them. Annie's beautiful dark eyes
were wide and full of light such a
light as he had never before seen in
them, a light directed to the gaze of a
tall man In a smock frock standing by
the bed In the shadow of the curtains.
What man? . His startled glance
searched In the shadow and discerned
the half-forgotten, thoughtful features
of the white-handed dreamer, the
wastrel, the ne'er-do-weel Willis Arley.
He found himself narrowly observing
the clean white smock, worn somehow
with a difference. Beneath the evi
dently unaccustomed garment he de
tected the narrow red stripe of regi
mental trousers, above It the trim mus
tache and otherwise clean-shaven face
and close-clipped hair that bespoke the
soldier. - " r , . t
A fuint shiver Went through Arley's
frame at Stephen's approach; Annie's
eyes lost their light and turned to her
hu-.band'a face with a piteous plead
Int. '
' "I tried hard, Stephen," she panted,
In a slow, strained voice that already
seemed far off. "If you had a cared
for me, If you had a spoken a kind
word! And the child and all coming
I could a been a good wife " The
voice failed into inarticulate mutter
In ga, the dark eyes closed, Stepheei and
Arley each heard the throbbing of their
own hearts and Annie's sibilant breath
ing; a waft of flower-spiced air shook
the feeble candle flame, a moth dashed
madly through it; the doctor put some
thing to the pale lips; the patient
seemed to sleep.
Some seconds passed; Arley stood
rigid and erect; cold dews sprang on
Stephen's strong, square brow; his
mouth was parched.
Then Annie started and sat up. "For
give!" she cried, gazing into her hus
band's face drawn, and stretching out
her hands to him. The effort brought
blood from the wounded lungs to the
mouth and she fell back, her eyes turn
ing to Arley and closing with a smile
forever.
It seemed not long after that Adams
found himself in the kitchen, where a
fire had been kindled and a candle
burned dimly, but not so dimly that he
did not see dark, wet stains on the
stone floor. The doctor was holding
tils arm firmly, Arley was standing be-
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He Softly Turned tho Handle.
fore him with a sullen, defiant gaze In
his large, dreamy eyes.
"It's four, years since I saw Annie
Duke, Mr. Adams," he was saying,
"till this afternoon. 1 Mother died at
five - o'clock. I'd overstayed my leave
for a day and they were after me. I
slipped along the hedge In the' ditch to
your orchard, and so through the gar
den and wood-house, where your wife
saw me and took me to the atrong beer
cellar, and hid me, and gave me the
smock' frock. ' There I should have
stayed until I could have got off quiet
1st plain clothes. But I heard the shot
and the cries and ran out and helped
carry her up. That's all I have to say."
"And that's enough," said a deep
voice from a dark corner whence Issued
two soldiers, while a third appeared at
the door.
"Quite enough," replied Arley, salut
ing. Good night, gentlemen."
"Good night," replied Adams, me
chanically, as Arley and the three sol
diers, each with a "Good night, all,"
vanished Into the pale summer night,
where their measured tread gradually
died away Into silence.
"Her last look was for him, and I
killed her," Adams muttered to him
self. "I was never more sorry for any
thing In my life, Mabel," the doctor told
his wife afterwards. "The man was
like a stone. The woman told him his
wife had said she was glad to . go,
thankful for the shot."
The tailor's son slept but brokenly;
sometimes he was glad to hear solitary
footsteps echoing along ' the silent
streets and passing into the cool and
pleasant night; his spirit seemed to
pass into the freshness with the un
known steps. He ( waked tonight to
hear the belfry clock chime the four
quarters and strike twice on the deep
bell that sounded fuller and more sol
emn on the silent night. The air stole
fresh and sweet through the open win
dow. It was not unpleasant to lie
awake In the restful stillness. A quar
ter chimed and the half hour. The
bolls were like the voice of a watching
spirit, telling that all Is well. Then
from far - off rose the faint roll of
wheels and quick beat of hoofs, louder
and louder, till the sound ceased at the
opposite door, and the doctor drowsily
dropped to the pavement. He was
cheered by the red light of the shaded
candles on the table where the supper
was still waiting, cheered still more by
the sight of his wife opening the door,
flushed with sleep, charming in a cam
bric dressing-gown with pink ribbons
and pink slippers, her shining hair
gathered into a long thick plait that
fell over one shoulder, her eyes bright
with welcome and kindness.
He thought of poor Annie's words:
"If I'd said a. kind word." So, to
keep himself from over softness, he
roundly rated Mrs. Newman for being
up.
But she only laughed and stopped his
mouth In the proper wa y.
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