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THE PALATKA NEWS, PALATKA. FLA.
PAGE NO. THREB
EH
TRADITION UPSET
MARY LANIER MAGRVDER, IN SOUTHERN WOMAN'S MAGAZINE
ie April day was near the sunset.
n the courthouse steeple the clock
ed six. Mary Ella curled her
emptuous lip at the old walnut
I at the foot of the stair, whose
t pointed to the quarter hour. Like
Ise in the solemn, shabby old
le, the grandfather's clock was de
pg slowly and dying hard. Mary
I the old young thing under the
$ had struggled into maidenhood
the pathetic, clinging lingers of
,.t Post Vinmnerino' her free-
. forever clutching at her skirts.
( and secret rebellion, quicKenea
je mood of her, was now evidenc.
mutinous moutn ana aroopea
sko cot honk in hand, at the
window, unaware that in an
V 1 - 1 J i. i- . n1 A
f space sne nau nut wmcu a
fthe last stroke of six, in a cer
musty, dusty room of the old
house, Shamus Michael O'Neill
Bed to an inky ledger, tucked an
th over his battered typewriter,
1 a sputtering fountain pen and,
f out, shut the door with a bang
locked it behind him. Shamus
el, better known as Jimmy (for
ot Shamus good Gaelic for
?), gathered unto himself his
id coat from the rack, the after
1 paper from a convenient bench,
ent down the steps whistling a
p very "raggy" that it was tat
. Yet, despite his lack of dignity,
i was none the less county at
t of McGowan County, State of
jatters not.
twos, by threes, groups of men
red upon the porch of the court
i'not a. few of whom looked at'
departing Shamus with lofty
98 of disdain. He represented
m a menace to the est'sblished
of things. For the traditions
Great Past still swathed and
led Pachumka. Men still ran
fice on their war records and
mka had had its full share of
, All that was necessary to
jver machine, whirring away in
ider-dusk of things, was to pre
ftme amiable old goated gentle-
candidate. Meanwhile the
beneath the throne, grinding
did astonishing things to fran
nd contracts, and anpronrated
ims of money that miraculously
; fared not, in justice to the old
i ..men be it said, into their ven
,y pockets, though to this rule
Jlwere a few notable (almost no
li Ms) exceptions.
' this smooth and well-ordered
-of things Jimmy O'Neill but
4th a wholly American "I want
w." The tilting angle of h"
emed made for impertiment
r into other persons' affairs.
andine persistence of hi3
,red hair warded off too pro-
.1' -arguments. .His grey-blue
w Tiled you that, while you
? ugh with him, you might
t' enora VAlirsolf tVlA nlpna
. oM.v j x
lCtfL Wat him. ,
!r jmcement as candidate for
atic nomination was a
" ev fbody but Jimmy himself,
rietolf -! a washerwoman!" they
V I Cherry Hill, the very
I ;of tradition, pretty wo
teended to be mightilv
, They recalled visions of
1 long ago luegine home the
ih. But while they shrug-
1 laughed about the absudity of
r among the factory and la
Ln people Jimmy was asking
f estions and answering tnem
red their satisfaction. The
gave the nomination to Jim
eill by a staunch and safe
2 jGowan County nomination is
nt to election. Jimmy, a
. Tvid young iconoclast, mount
ourthouse steps that first Jan-
jrning to meet an icy atmos
f not due. to the thermometer.
ENT
t
A few ponderous, magnificent gentle
men shook hands with him, but fad
ed away into the depths of circles
gossiping and quoting Shakespeare in
sunny corners. Over by the big win
dow in the circuit court room stood
the county judge, the mellow remem
brance -of seventy summers and many
times seventy juleps pervading his
manner, his bearing. From the very
pinnacle of tradition the judge looked
down and casually nodded at Jimmy.
Jimmy jerked out a bow, reddened,
and made a mental mark of that nod,
lurid and indellible, had the judge but
known it.
Three years of Jimmy's term had
passed when on that April afternoon
he ran down the steps and bent his
trail to the westward. Yet Jimmy
lived far to the south of the court
house in that thick, treeless, "huddled
row of cottages well up from the mill
folks' dwellings, but not within sight
or sound of the somnolent elegance
of Cherry Hill. Jimmy set his hat
straight and yanked at his tie when
he crossed, cat-a-corner, to the north
side of the street a square above i .
judge's grey stone house.
At this psychological moment Mary
Ella, the judge's niece, looked up from
her book for the forty-ninth time. A
Very fleeting, haughty glance it was.
Then Mary Ella turned her shoulder
instead of her profile to the window
and leaned upon her elbow, her lips
apart and as red as the Meteor ros?
blooming on the ledge beside her. A
very absorbing and thrilling book it
must have teen to hold her to one
page for an hour and fifteen minutes!
When Jimmy looked up expectantly
as was his wont, hopefully (as also
had grown to be his wont), the chill,
line of shoulder, the indifferent poise
of the head were all he had of Mar
Ella for another twenty-four hours.
A meager, diluted, thin-as-charity-soup
sort of thing to fire and feed
upon, unless Jimmy, involuntarily
looking back with a stifled sigh, was
not mistaken in the wild assurance
that Mary Ella had looked back, too'
He took this home with him, mood
ily surveying the different angles of
it. For Mary Ella might have glanc
ed back over her shoulder to see if
some expected friend were coming
up the quiet street August Single
tary, for instance, or that anemic
scion of her own race, Randolph E.
Randolph III.
"The yellow sapsucker!" Jimmy
scowled. "I'll show him up for all
yellow on that darned cement deal."
"What's eating you, Jimmy?" said
a friendly voice behind him. "Chew
in' 'em up and spittin' 'em out over
at the temple of justice?"
"Uh huh," Jimmy said. "Leaves
a morning-after taste."
"What's this little row I hear about
you runnin' for county judge?" The
friend buttonholed him, as is the way
of friends when seeking information.
"I'm going to run, all right,"
snapped Jimmy.
"See here" the friend was Tom
Lally and he was persuasive and
concerned. "You're .going to buck
a tiger in that judgeship business,
Jimmy. The old judge well, you
know, he's calculating to hold down
that bench till his knees waggle un
der him and they tote him out. Then
there's Timothy Connelly of the G. C.
ain't got any howling love for you
since you got his road upon the back
tax business. You better keep from
under the Hon. Timothy; greased
lightening ain't nowhee."
"How much do you get for this lit
tle spiel?" Jimmy said brutally.
Lally spat and released Jimmy's
buttonhole.
"I'm talking for your own good,
Jimmy."
"Aw, thanks!" Jimmy said satiri
cally. "Don't be too uneasy about
me; keep your shirt on, and if you
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see the Hon. Timothy"
"Yes."
"Tell him I am going to be county
judge and he can go to the devil!"
Jimmy let himself into the front
hall of a cottage. A pervasive od
revealed the secret oi Irish stew for
supper. Jimmy sloshed his face at
the sink and tidied up his wet, red
locks. He appeared at the supper
table, squeezing his six feet one of
height between a gorgeous golden oak
sideboard and a colonial table.
"Letthers for ye." the ould mother
said amiably, shoving two envelopes
alongside the dish of Irish stew.
Jimmy glanced at them. One from
a law. firm and bearing their ad
dress; the other, thick, square, the su
perscription undeniably feminine.
"What you guess, mother?" he
said teasingly. "A fine lady you'll
be having for daughter-in-law some
of these days. See what Bhe's writ
ing me!"
The ould mother sniffed. Her
shoulders squared up.
"Shamus, me bhoy, the U JNeilis
were kings of Oireland."
Jimmy chuckled and fell to. His
appetite, dulled by no stimulants,
made short shrift of the stew that
was Irish. Draining his cup of tea,
he took up the letter, viewed it curi
ously, and proceeded to draw out the
enclosure.
Merely a thick, wide card with the
monogram "M. E. Le B." in dull gold
at the side, and a few lines in a writ
ing he had never seen.
"Dear Mr. O'Neill: We are having
a few friends informally to dinner
Wednesday evening, April the tenth.
May I hope you will find it convenient
to come?
"MARY ELLA LeBARRON."
And on its innocent surface no
sign, no least indication qf the bat
tle royal in diplomacy by which Mary
Ella had added his name to the list.
The ould mother, consumed by cu
riosity, hovered about, but Jimmy
having read the card six distinct and
separate times, retired to the sacred
precincts of the parlor, wherein he re.
mained in meditation until his mother
reminded him, touchingly, that coal
was fifteen cents a bushel and the
kitchen fire was fit for any man to
toast his toes by. Whereupon 'Jim
mv turned out the gas and went to
bed. ' "
in the three years of his attorney
ship Jimmy had learned a lot for one
thing to wear a dress suit as if he
had been born in one. His quick
Irish wit solved many a problem for
him; and he knew much instinctively.
Arriving at Judge LeBarron's at an
hour decently yet not remarkably
early, he bowed over Miss Cornelia's
hand and held Mary Ella's fingers for
three palpitant seconds before he
was drifted on to the drawing-room
where the judge, planted on the
hearth rug, received in state, his
statellites thicker than the moons of
Jupiter about him. Jimmy surveyed
them calmly, shrewdly. He was not
off guard; he surmised that in invit
ing him someone might have had a
purpose.
The younger folk danced after din
ner. Jimmy did not dance very well,
and the cards all seemed full.. It
was past ten when he had his chance
of speech with Mary Ella.
"I guess yours is full, too," he said,
reaching for her card.
"I kept two for you," she said, "but
you never came.
"I can t dance very wen, ne ex
nlained. "But if you don't mind my
getting off step now and then "
sne shook ner neaa.
"Thanks, but couldn't we just sit it
out?"
"Couldn't we?" There was a sud
den laugh in his eyes.
"It is so warm in here. Can't we
get out to the balcony?"
The April moon was making mag
ic out there, and a little breeze shiv
ered the leaves in ghostly rustles,
and whispering afar through the trees
the river ran a silver sluice with nei
ther wash nor tide.
"It's a night for rowing Look at
the river!" Jimmy said. Then, after
a pause, "How did you come to ask
me, anyway?"
Mary Ella was bred to an inheri
tance of diplomacy, not of candor.
Her eyes drooped and narrowed.
"Oh policy!" she said vaguely.
Jimmy nodded.
"I thought so. How has tne uid
Guard classed me?" Static or kine
tic?" She furrowed her forehead a mo
ment. "How do you politely define a live
wire?"
"Me!" said Jimmy, a little glow in
his eyes. "I guess you are the in
sulator." "I hadn't thought of it," Mary Ella
said calmly. "That is, not exactly
in those terms. It is a lovely night
for rowing."
"Is there a boat in the boathouse?"
"A fairly good one. But "
"Get your scarf or something and
let's row out the two dances. I can
pull an oar better than I can pull off
a two-step."
For a fractional space of time Ma
ry Ella hesitated, swayed hither and
you. Suddenly she wheeled and dis
appeared into some remote corner of
the balcony. Returning, Jimmy saw
she had a long, light coat wrapped
about her.
She gave one long glance behind
her at the high old house, the lighted
rooms in all their pitiful shabb
the very pathetic embodiment of Tra
dition worn thin and tottery. Cousin
Cornelia, the withered and unplucked
rose; Cousin Randolph, with his shif
ty eyes and receding chin; Uncle Le
Barron, inflated and pompous, yet
wanting but some rapier thrust to col
lapse the empty hull of him to quiv
ering dissolution. Mary Ella's lips
curled in , a fine, satiric line. For
down the years, there was a wild,
romantic strain in the ' LeBarron
blood. Now it flowered suddenly in
the last of the race, a pale, slim slip
of a girl. She walked away from all
the known that night unaware that
she herself was the example of re
version to type that iri her Tradition
has origin and birth!
Meanwhile the river beckoned the
silver, shimmering silence of it slip
ping under the sycamores . and the
bending elders, arching away in a
curve till the lights of the city were
blotted out by the wall of forest.
Wever. before had Mary Ella gone
such a journey unchaperoned; what
social commandments were fractured
when she stepped serenely into the
cockleshell of a boat let the dwellers
in convention declare. High Hall.
with its twinkling lights and sloping
terraces, vanished. The boat swung
out as dreams do, the moon looking
down, serene, and as all through the
years of earth, too tolerant of youth,
too reminded to spin moon-webs for
unwary feet. '
In the moon-magic that bound them,
Time stood still. As they moored
the boat at the foot of the sycamore
and ran up the path together, some
sinking qualm possessed Mary Ella.
"Oh, do you think it is very late?"
Before Jimmy could make reply,
she clutched his arm.
"They've gone the carriages the
motors! They've a gone! Why "
Her voice trailed away. Following
close behind her O'Neill entered the
great hall, empty now of guests.
Their glances flew to the hall clock!
Mary Ella looked at him, her face
gone deathly white.
"We are in for it. You'd better
go."
"Why?" he said, a keen light kin
dled in his eyes.
In the drawing-room the tribunal
awaited them. The judge spoke first.
Perhaps it was better than beating
her with a stout stick.
"Was it necessary to return home
at all "
Mary Ella stared for one astounded
moment. Then she squared her
round, rigid shoulders. Words form
ed in her throat but fluttered unsaid,
because a hand fell upon her arm, the
hand of Jimmy O'Neill, possessive
and steady.
"No, not necessary, now nor any
day. But who are you to insult her,
you white-washed sepulchre of rotten
politics, and robber of orphans and
widows? Shut up, you too, Ran
dolph E. Randolph III; don't forget I
know you, and the cement you stole in
that f-troet deal will hang around
ymtr. pitiful neck and drag you down
to pevidtion with the man who
boupht you. As my wife, I dare you
to open your blackguard mouth about
her, or I'll wring the wry necks of
ye and pitch ye to the carrion crow3!"
Cousin Cornelia collapsed in a heap
on the sofa. The judge began to sput
ter and rave! -
"Put him out, the red-headed devil
in my own house! Randolph, d'ye
tand by and listen to him me, Judge
Le Barron "
Jimmy snapped his fingers.
"Judge This-and-That! Judge
Quack-Quack!' Mary Ella, run along
and get what things you might need.
He'll not put me out. Good reason,
he can't. We will shake the dust of
ye off our shoes, and I'll shake ye
out of the judge's seat and out o'
politics, so help me God!"
It was his last word to them, strid
ing out, with the small, cold hand
of Mary Ella clasped fast in his own.
'They had passed out before the scat
tered wits of Kandolph 111 returned to
him; before Cousin Cornelia sobbed
out some broken words of pity and
reproach
"The child meant no harm. She
forgot. She is young. They are so
young! I wish the words had choked
you, Joseph, before you spoke them!"
But Mary Ella had gone. Her lit
tle feet in their thin white shoes kept
pace with Jimmy's nervous stride.
Journeying on was Mary Ella with
those daring, willing feet into the
Land of Romance.
"We can't raise Bcandal by a mid
night marriage, Mary Ella," he r
"But I'll take vou to my mother.
Tomorrow we'U be married at the
parish house."
There was silence then, broken on
ly by the pitpat of her little feet, and
the clack-cla,ck of his own.
"Mary Ella," he said in a low and
troubled voice, "you don't mind so
much, do you?"
"No," said Mary Ella.
"You've seen those you liked less
than me?"
"Oh, yes," said Mary Ella.
"If I were so bold as to ask you to
kiss me, what would you think of it?"
In the moon-glow her eyes danced
with laughter.
"Suppose" she paused and in the
pause his heart forgot to beat.
" suppose you ask me and see?"
And so on the next afternoon Mary
Ella, now by the grace of the law
Mrs. Shamus O.'Neill, sat in the par
lor where Mrs. O'Neill had installed
her, and looked at the portraits on
the walls, a dancing flicker in her
eyes. There was "Himself," done in
crayon presumably as a pirate by
.the fierceness of his beard and hair
Then with "me -hands on me buzzum
to show me weddin' ring," bloomed
Bridget O'Neill, once Callahan; ail
the agonies of pastel could not con
ceal the fact that on het wedding
day Bridget had been a fair colleen,
nor that Jimmy had inherited the pi
quant angle of his nose. Mary Ella
faced Jimmy's own picture. The ar
tist had used, mercifully, some softer
tint for his hair and omitted hi3
freckles, otherwise Jimmy at ten was
much the same Jimmy at thirty-two.
When a fortnight later Jennie Mo
ran dropped in to talk over Jimmy's
alliance with the "ayistocracy," for
once in her life Mrs. Bridget failed
to be communicative. She sat, dress
ed in her second-best mohair, sway
ing backward and forward in the red
plush rocker. Her tone was lofty
and solemn.
"I always said, when Jimmy mar
ried 'twas Biddy O'Neil would take
her aise." r
In the kitchen Norah O'Brien was
busy among pots and pans. But to
Mary Ella the mother-in-law had
handed over the keys, and Norah.
though biddable and willing, was not
skilled. For instance, she was whol-
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Ten years ago a friend told me to try
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1 keep Btack-Drattght on hand all fh
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We aever heve a long spell of slck
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lieve tadifeetiM, colic, wind, nausea,
headache, sick stomach, and similai
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It he been In constant use for mere
thee 19 years, and has benefited mere
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ly ignorant of the necessary manipu
lation of a pot roast. For that mat
ter, so was Mary Ella, and Jimmy
had sent home a pot roast. The two
young things; mistress and maid,
stood staring at the cut reposing on
its white paper in the center of the
kitchen table.
"You cook it in a pot, you know,"
Mary Ella volunteered. She poked
the piece with her finger. '
"Yessum," Norah said hopefully.
The ould mother, as it chanced,
awoke with a cold that morning. She
descended now to the kitchen grumb
ling that the parlor was draughty.
Truth was, one week of her "aise"
had made her a miserable woman.
"It is the stame of the kitchen I'll
be needin' to clear up me head. Slap
that roast in the pot, Norah, with a
bit of pork first to sizzle out the fat,
and let me be gettin' the whiff of it,
dearie."
She gave Mary Ella a sly glance.
"Run along, honey. 'Tis no use
for both of us .standin' by Norah,
who is a fine girl to learn once she
is showed how to do a thing."
Mary Ella laughed. "But who will
teach me?" she said.
The ould mother patted her should
er. "There's no need for ye to know
glad for ye I am, darlint, that the
bad days are over. Jimmy nor his
ould mother want the sweet, white
hands of ye spilt as mme have been
this many a day," said the ould moth,
er. "Go back to the parlor wid your
wee bit lacework, so if your fine
friends come they will not say Jimmy
O'Neill made a drudge of his wife."
"Jimmv works," Mary Ella said
stubbornly. ,"And there's things I've
never learned which a housekeeper
ought to know. My fine friends are
no haste to come. Her lip curled.
The ould mother shot her a glance.
"Then ye are well rid of fair-weather
folk. Mayhap," she added haughtily,
"they don't know that the O'Neills
wor kings of Oireland!"
But that very morning a car drew
up at the gate. Mary Ella, dusting
the portraits, saw Edith Gaines and
Constance Armour descending. She
united her apron, whisked it and her
gloves into the bed-room, and answer
ed the Dell.
She kissed them and ushered them
in. Constance took the plush rocker;
Edith had the gilt chair that squeak
ed. "It will hold," Mary Ella said calm
ly, seeing Edith's look of alarm.
"Jimmy sits in it, and he is quite a
bit heavier than you."
For the next half-hour they talked
mostly it was Constance and Mary
Ella, while Edith, stricken dumb, look
ed stealthily at the red and green car
pet, the piratical gentleman in his
gilt frame, the wax flowers under the
glass bell, and sniffed warily there
were onions cooking in a pot roast
in the kitchen. Mary Ella was the
least embarrassed of the three, being
possessed of the saying grace of hu
mor, a quality utterly belied by her
cool, pretty face with its leaf-brown
eyes. She sat on the davenport, her
little slippered feet crossed; her ging
ham dress showed a square of milk
white at the throat. '
"Mary Ella, you are positively ro
sy!" Constance exclaimed.
"Housework and early hours," Ma
ry Ella said. "I get up when Jim
my does and he awakes at five. He is
very busy now."
"It is rather odd that he announced
for county judge against your Uncle
Joseph."
"Isn't it?" Mary Ella said innocent
ly. "I saw your Cousin Cornelia the
other day. She asked about you. She
was very fond of you."
A shadow drifted across Mary El
la's eyes. "Cousin Cornelia was al
ways dear and good," she said.
Presently Edith and Constance
went away; once the car was safely
out of sight Edith shook out her veil.
"Onions," she said, "how they cling!"
Constance surveyed her wth humor
ous, but cynical eyes. "'They seem
to agree with Mary Ella," she said
dryly.
June saw the annual flitting of the
folk on Cherry Hill, at least all who
could afford to flit, and many who
could illy do so. Others, from choice
or necessity, remained, cool and com
fortable behind closed doors and Ve
netian blinds. But the little grey cot
tage in the treeless row was neither
cool nor comfortable. The ould moth
er, inured to heat or cold, minded it
none, but Mary Ella wjiitened and
grew languid in the July days. Jim
my was in the very thick of the cam
paign, too busy and too tired to see
the change. But the ould mother's
eyes were keener. She sharply jog
ged his elbow one night after supper
was over "I've a task for ye in the
kitchen." Go on out to the porch,
Mary Ella, where there's the rag of
a breeze." She dragged Jimmy in
side and shut the door.
"If ye'd eyes in yerhead, ye'd see
the child is droopin' for want of clean,
cool air. She ain't the likes of you
and me. We've been through the
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