gate, but the apparatus was out of his reach, and he had
"O put thy trust in God: for I will yet thank him, which is the help of my countenance, and my God."
And when he had finished he shut the book, and sighed with the satisfaction of having done his duty. The words of holy trust, though, perhaps, they were not fully understood, carried a faithful peace down into the depths of his soul. As he looked up, he saw the young couple standing in the middle of the floor. He pushed his iron-rimmed spectacles. on to his forehead, and rose to greet the daughter of his old master and ever-honoured mistress.
"God bless thee, lass! God bless thee! My old eyes are glad to see thee again."
Ruth sprang forward to shake the horny hand stretched forward in the action of blessing. She pressed it between both of hers, as she rapidly poured out questions. Mr. Bellingham was not altogether comfortable at seeing one whom he had already begun to appropriate as his own, so tenderly familiar with a hard-featured, meanly-dressed day-labourer. He sauntered to the window, and looked out into the grass-grown farmyard; but he could not help overhearing some of the conversation, which seemed to him carried on too much in the tone of equality. "And who's yon?" asked the old labourer at last. "Is he your sweetheart? Your missis's son, I reckon. He's a spruce young chap, anyhow."
Mr. Bellingham's "blood of all the Howards" rose and tingled about his ears, so that he could not hear Ruth's answer. It began by "Hush, Thomas; pray hush!" but how it went on he did not catch. The idea of his being Mrs. Mason's son! It was really too ridiculous; but, like most things which are "too ridiculous," it made him very angry. He was hardly himself again when Ruth shyly came to the window-recess and asked him if he would like to see the house-place, into which the front-door entered; many people thought it very pretty, she said, half-timidly, for his face had unconsciously assumed a hard and haughty expression, which he could not instantly soften down. He followed her, however; but before he left the kitchen he saw the old man standing, looking at Ruth's companion with a strange, grave air of dissatisfaction.
They went along one or two zig-zag damp-smelling stone passages, and then entered the house-place, or common sitting-room for a farmer's family in that part of the country. The front door opened into it, and several other apartments issued out of it, such as the dairy, the state bedroom (which was half-parlour as well), and a small room which had been appropriated to the late Mrs. Hilton, where she sat, or more frequently lay, commanding through the open door the comings and goings of her household. In those days the house-place had been a cheerful room, full of life, with the passing to and fro of husband, child, and servants; with a great merry wood-fire crackling and blazing away every evening, and hardly let out in the very heat of summer; for with the thick stone walls, and the deep window-seats, and the drapery of vine-leaves and ivy, that room, with its flag-floor, seemed always to want the sparkle and cheery warmth of a fire. But now the green shadows from without seemed to have become black in the uninhabited desolation. The oaken shovel-board, the heavy dresser, and the carved cupboards, were now dull and damp, which were formerly polished up to the brightness of a looking-glass where the fire-blaze was for ever glinting; they only added to. the oppressive gloom; the flag-floor was wet with heavy moisture. Ruth stood gazing into the room, seeing nothing of what was present. She saw a vision of former days--an evening in the days of her childhood; her father sitting in the "master's corner" near the fire, sedately smoking his pipe, while he dreamily watched his wife and child; her mother reading to her, as she sat on a little stool at her feet. It was gone--all gone into the land of shadows; but for the moment it seemed so present in the old room, that Ruth believed her actual life to be the dream. Then, 'still silent, she went on into her mother's parlour. But there, the bleak look of what had once been full of peace and mother's love, struck cold on her heart. She uttered a cry, and threw herself down by the sofa, hiding her face in her hands, while her frame quivered with her repressed sobs.
"Dearest Ruth, don't give way so. It can do no good; it cannot bring back the dead," said Mr. Bellingham, distressed at witnessing her distress.
"I know it cannot," murmured Ruth; "and that is why I cry. I cry because nothing will ever bring them hack again." She sobbed afresh, but more gently, for his kind words soothed her, and softened, if they could not take away, her sense of desolation.
- stars and waiting. He had lain thus and there many nights
- me out of town, hed have had a good claim to the last laugh.
- whites into the Republican fold. In 1964, while losing
- that Carl Hayden was the only ninety-year-old man in the
- He strove to peer about him, but the feeble ray of the
- loose near the Buick place so that he could go down the
- who had genuine populist impulses, racism was a political
- advisor, he remarked that any citizen who read six good
- to sleep, rose and wandered out into the garden. The Hon.
- Act of 1964, the Voting Rights Act of 1965, sweeping anti-poverty
- College; Paul Fray was president of the Young Democrats
- in Hope, the editor disliked him so much he got an ugly
- reward that they would win from him if they carried his
- often ran beyond that, I often stayed after five oclock
- With Johnson, racism was theology. He thrived on hate.
- five Republicans. Back then there were also a number of
- nearly pure Indian inhabitants. They were much surprised
- the Foreign Relations Committee had its offices and hearing
- the War on Poverty was socialist welfare for blacks, and
- but smart and tough, and Democrat Ernest Gruening of Alaska
- without actually submerging his head, and to regain the
- After we turned the car in to Uncle Raymond, who didnt
- was nuts and tersely suggested we should simply declare
- been essential to passing some of the Presidents legislation,
- before. For what was he waiting, or for whom? He heard
- and James Chaney, two whites and one black, were martyred
- When a Texas school insisted on hoisting the Confederate
- seats in the midterm elections, they still had a margin
- that belief he had made no effort to find her after his
- for the supreme court and lost. After that, he made his
- write but were smart enough to know that blacks and whites
- times of economic and social uncertainty: Youre good, decent,
- the ray of light from Max's lamp impinged upon the opening
- Frank Holt was admired by just about everybody who knew
- State flag and from the South Carolina Capitol building.
- a tall, intelligent, independent woman who owned a fashionable
- and one man even sent us a cask of cider as a present.
- which was a lot harder before cell phones. He said that
- opponents in return, and that he wanted to win on his own
- white convertible Buick LeSabre with a white and red leather
- and the girl's mind was in such a turmoil that she had
- of public opinion was rolling in, and you couldnt go with
- by the brilliant but diffident intellectual Gene McCarthy
- and a few of the senior staff worked. There was also a
- his boys had deserted, for a hunting party from the bungalow
- and didnt watch the campaign unfold firsthand, but a lot
- When I arrived at the committee office, I met Buddy Kendrick,
- to federal meddling in civil rights, in Philadelphia, Mississippi,
- tables, and lifting Helen Cumberly, carried her half-way
- the drama unfold firsthand, albeit as a flunky. And I would