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HARVEST MOON. BY JUSTUS MILES FORMAN
(Copyright, 1914, by the Newspaper Enterprise Association.)
That famous I had well-nigh
said infamous-earl known as the
Harvest Moon swept like a scourge
through the southern world a decade
past, and yet I find that even the
name is curiously unknown here in
Then quite suddenly the pearl dis
appeared for nearly five years. It is
with its resurrection that we have to
Miss Violet Lindon came out of the
postoffice. She nodded to several ac
quaintances, for everybody is in
George street in the morning, and
presently became aware that there
was a little knot of people before the
window at Sydney's, leading jeweler
and goldsmith. The usual window
display o rings and brooches and of
pins set with Australian stones had
been covered with a sort of pall of
black velvet. And upon this little lit
tle elevated platform lay a single un
set gem,r a huge pearl, pear-shaped,
fiery , pink in color the "ruby in a
She made queries. The pearl was
the property of a traveler who had
graciously allowed its exhibition for a
day or two. It was not for sale, and
the owner did not wish his name
known. She had meant to do several
things that morning, but they had
fled from her mind. She said:
"Home!" got into the car and fell
back against the soft cushions with a
Arrived at her brief journey's end,
she went through the house, found
nobody about save a parlor maid, and
so passed on into the garden. Miss
Lindon went to a certain bench which
stood in the shade, and sat down
She closed her eyes, and it was as
if the three years past were suddenly
removed from the procession of time.
She heard young Castle's voice as he
sat beside her on the bench; she
heard it. drop to a pleading whisper ,
as he leaned near to her.
Three years! And where was young
Castle now? God knew if anybody. .
It was not very often that Miss Lin
don allowed her memories, feelings,
emotions unrestrained license. But
the sight of the Harvest Moon lying
in state upon its pall of black had
shaken her more than she would have
believed possible. It brought him
back, the boy who had loved her,,
with an illusion of reality that almost'
frightened her. She heard the boy's
voice it pleaded with her once
more: "Give me a chance. Let me sack
a city or two for you, build an" em
pire, win a crown for you. Ain't there
something you'd like done?"
It seemed to Miss Lindon that, in
some strange fasiohn, she was look
ing on, apart, like a stranger; an un
seen third in that place. She heard,
the girl say a little wearily, as if she
were beginning to be a triffe bored":
"Oh, yes, heaps of things! 'Bring
me the.Harvest Moon, if you're look
ing for something to do."
Young Castle answered: .
"I will or die trying. And when I
come back with it, Violet?' .'
"I shall' be waiting," said -she. "I'il
wait for you, Jerry." Once more he
spoke, unsteadily. He said: .
"Do you love me, Violet?" And'
she, still in her odd, tender ' mood,
said: . i .
"Yes. Oh, yes, indeed, Jerry. Yes.
And I'll wait for you. Never fear! I'll
She said: "It's a test of you, isn't
If I fail I shan't come back. I
shan't be alive, you see." Then he
kissed her hands and went away. "
And that was all of it.
The three years slipped neatly and
cleanly back into their place in the
procession of time. Miss Lindon cov
ered her eyes with her hands. After