V ` _ W, _~- fmql -»>~ THE Elilillllilll Siilill Sllilll -<<- Unto the' Third Generation BY _CICELY ALLEN' Cymllriuhl. mi. bu M. Worn §_,,l\‘rancesca climbed the stairs with dragging steps. Dick caught, up with her alid supported her elbow with his strong, firm hand. It was good to feel his support, his presence, even though she had grown somewhat lie~ . customed to it, and she turned to him `wlth a wan smile. ` At the head of the flrst'illght of stairs they turned into Mrs. l\Iiller‘s little sitting room, alld `I\‘runcescn dropped - wearily into tile low rocker by the window. Dick silt on the window ledge swingiilg his feet. His hall bed- rdomlwas on the floor above. Fran- cesca had the roolll next to Mrs. Mil- ler’s, hilt since their engageillellt llad been announced the good liatured laild- lady had rather turned her little sit- ting rooui over to tlleir use. '-' "In my days young folks diilu’t have to do their /courting in the park, and I doll't think it's right and proper,” slle had said in cxpliluiitioil to llcr old- est hoarder, u crusty llilcilclor. And ilow the two young people mt in the twilight, typifyillg tile two sec- tions of the country fronl which they had come-I<`i'iii1ccscll, gentle, clinging and drooping in the fierce struggle for existence in the great nortllern city, shrinking froin the claillor of trains overhead, the clung of slirface cars at her side-and longing for the lnellow moonlight ulld the voice of the night- ingaie in her. old souillerli llolne; Dick, alert, quick, i’as<~iinlteil by the oppor- tunities wllicll had drawn lllm i`rom a midwest f'iii'in. lie had brought nervous energy illld .~lii'oilg, vigorous blood, and New York loves to sap and live oi! them hoiii. 'l'llcy had nlct on the couinlerciul highway and loved. his side. Toillgllt-well, Frniiccsca hardly knew wllat was wrong tonight. “A whole day to ourselves tomor- iow, sweetlieart," lie was saying. ‘,‘Yes," replied Francesca bitterly. “Thi1t’s what all tile girls were saying today. You'd think we were slaves- nlld-well, we are!" Dick looked at her in surprise. Then he spoke chcerily. “Well, we sbi\n’t be always. Do you know, Francescli, that little venture in real estate is coinllig out all rigllt. I could have sold niy share today at i1 net gain of ii thoiisaiiil. But I think 1'il hang on until we`ro married, and we’li build on the corner lot." “And you’ll be i1_coinmuter, and I’ll 'die 'of loneliness through the day." Dick eyed her ailxiously_ “Things go wrong at the shop? \Vell, never llillld. 'l'oiliori'ow \ve'il have the wiloie day’ '- “l)on't say that agaill,” she colli- inandcd, then corrected llerseli’ quick- ly. “I nicull, where sllall we go?" “If you doll’t iiliud, I'd, like to take ix few flowers out to one ol’ the reiili>icl'- ies." 'l`lleii, seeing the surprise in her face, lie added hastily: “Not that I`ve ally one buried uroullil hcre, only at home oil Me_niorliii day we always put flowers on the soldiers’ graves, ullil I guess we can iliul plenty of ’eni around here. Then we’li go down io one of tile beaches on the boat. We won't get off. Just take the wnter ride." ° Frnncesca's hands were clasped tight- ly over her crossed knees. “You can do as you like. 'l`li never decorate a Federal soldier’s grave, Dick Merrill, never!_ It it llndii’t been for that war I’d not be in this di°enili’lll, dreadful city working-working like ii slave for $15 a week, with girls who don'i:`know how to dress, to talk, io act. My people always had moliey, but my grandfather was killed in your war. My father could not regain what the war had swept away. lie died struggling with the probleili, and my mother followed him with n broken heart. I hate the north, even though I had to come and ask it for bread. And you ask me to decorate the graves of men who devastated my home!" -i »"I didn’t think, Francesca, dear; lion- estly I dldn’t. You see, we’ve always kept the day. My folks fought on the other side, and then I guess 1’m a bit pid _fashlonegi.' It seems natural to go I At least Dick' was quiie sure of it on. "ww ' ' ' ' -'~"'~--~'-=<- - - f - - ,._.,..____,__________,____V__________,_______ ________,_,_,_,_.__________ t_o the cemetery, and I didn’t think ‘ot how you might feel." “’.l`lnit's it. You didn’t think. You’ll never ,understanil me,” the girl said in low, passionate tones. “Tbere's* the Mason and Dixon line between.. us You northern men are so different You’re ull business and dollars. You get us 'soutilei-n girls up here and grind our lives out.” Dick looked serious now, but he forced a smile. ` " “lf the north had not claimed your Ullellitl-_ 001113 We would never have met,” he said, and it was her cue to soften. but she did not take lt. “Oli, I llnte it! I hate it-the nir, tho noise, the rush! It has no compensa- t“lolls_” She did not mean it just that way, but Dick took the words literally. Ho stood up suddenly alld very straight. “I uni sorry. li‘l‘iinccsca, tllat you think I cannot llliike you llappy.“ And wllen she looked up he had left the roonl so quietly that she could hardly believe the move had been tak- en by vigorous, stalwart Dick Merrill. O I l O Q Q . g Silo did not come down to breakfast the next lliorlling, and when Mrs. Mil- lei' appeared at her bedside with a cilp of coli'cc and sonle golden brown toast the sound oi' iniifiied_di'ums in the dis- tance told her tllat the parade was in motion. "Dear nic; cuz, but the ‘house seems quiet! It's funny lio\v all New Yorli does inakc the most oi' il holiday. Mr. ltierrill Huiil you wel'eil't feel ng well, hilt I tillnk it would have :lone you good to go out.” i<`railcc.~:ca sipped at llcr coffee with- out rcplyillg_ “Seems as ll' I just must go myself, hilt Lizzie, she wus set oil taking illc (lily 0il', and i~llle`s Snell il good help l diiln't want io cross ller, but I do hate' to ini.-is going to the celllcicry, Isil't it fiilllly, l\ll'. .\lei‘i'lll alld I coilllllg frolli the sanle town? I kliew just how he fi-it iliis illornlllg when he said ile'd go out and ,decorate some graves. We al\vu_vs did it ut llolllc, with the G. A. Il. at file hentl of the procession uild tho cllllllrcii ciil'l'_\'ill_i,' the flowers and \vre:iills_ I didu`t lose ailyboily close lu' the war, as near as I can l'e- nlcinbcr, but ii: incilnt a lot to Dick l\Iel°rill’s folks.” li`rallccsca looked up suddenly: “Aill‘t lic ever told you?" Mrs. Miller said in sui'pi'ise. "Well, lnebbe hc tllougilt tile wui' was ii tclider subject wiill you soutllcruers. Why, his grand- father enlisted null took his tliree-boys with llllli. All foul' of ’clll are buriell among the uilkllowli dead soniewllcres south of the Mason aild Dixon lille. .\iiii-y Ann Iilerrill-tluit's Ill(-k's niotli~ er- silo solueliow couldll`t niiike things go, iilid she wound up ill tile poor i’iirm_ Yes, there were plenty ot' folks that took to thc poor filrnls after the \vili‘. But Dick. he wnsn't the kind to stay there. Blood will tell, and he had lllore of lll's fiitllei-'s blood than lll.~i nioiller‘s in him. When I see him, so siraiglli; alid good looking, so well dl'esi-led and carrying himself' as ii' he expected to own New York before he got done, I say that blood \v.ill.tell every tilllc. 'l`llel'e`s some folks that even having their wllole fniltiiy wiped out by the war woll’t down, and thats the sort Ilick is. My laws, thci'e's that bell again! lloli't you want lilly niorc toast? '\Vell, _voil'd better come dowll ufiei'_ awhile and we’li llu\'e a little lunch. None of the boarders will he llollle before diilllcr tinlc." But one oi' the boarders did come in very soon, Ile had ii ilorist‘s box lil his ilalld, and he walked quietly into Mrs. Miiicr's sittiilg roolll, whore l\'rilllce.‘il-il, looking ii bit pale from her lleildnclle, but very sweet und gentle, rose at ills entrallce. ` “()ll, Dick, illive you come hack for ine? Is it too late to go?" “I glless we \von't go, Francesca. You see, I llidli't llil _ ,_ E h ii. ~ as lf' '_ Mi iniitilnrly ti; ihiibiirch- (ii-=""' iL%*é*" - enabling the _performer to execute the most florid and brilliant passages with the least physical exertion. mechanically “Ono of the hnest and bca we have ever seen "- o A, F ~ ____ ”G‘v¢%. _ Y/ ' ' _ »_" .__.-’; ‘ perfect and lone peffed. R P. 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