Jupiter Lights

s she could by a high stiff white turban, but the rest of her attire was poor and old, though she was not bare-legged like Powlyne; she wore stockings and shoes. Little Jack's

aid Eve. "Unless it is too

ush 'em ea

. The beach, broad, firm, and silver white, stretched towards the north and the south, dotted here and there with drift-wood; a breeze from the water touched their cheeks coolly; the ocean was calm,

it carefully, putting his little fat forefinger into all the holes. Eve sat d

comin' back," said a voice. "En I 'low'd miss might be ti

air all the way for me

ut'ny pleasant he

d; but I shall be

rack down der beach is moughty cu'us-ef yer like ter wa

ar," s

cold, thinly clad as he was-far too thinly for her Northern ideas-with only one fold of linen and his little white frock over his breast

the wagon, and they entered the bush-bordered tunnel on their way home, walking as slowly as they could. In only one place was there an opening through the serried green; here a track turned off to the right. When Eve had passed its entrance the first time

ered Temp'rance. "

ushes. "Shall I kyar your palasol fer yer, miss?" he asked

ying to keep something from her. "What has

'd dat yer moutn't like ter see her go a moanin', miss; en so she tole us not ter let yer come dishyer way ef w

lsey"-she stooped and kissed him; "I will join Miss Abercrombie." She walked rapidly down the si

therefore, marked a solemn occasion. She likewise wore a long scarf, which was pinned, with two pins, low down on her sloping shoulders, its broché ends falling over her gown in front; her hands were encased in black kid gloves much too large for her, the kid wrists open and flapping. Behind her came Powlyne, Pomp, and Plato, carrying wreaths of holly. Eve drew near noiselessly, and paused outside. Miss Sabrina f

ntend that you should co

been here before; and

-day-to-day

ceived that three of them were de

Day, Christmas Day, and Easter I like to pay them such small honor as I can. I am i

herself on the grass beside her broth

uming her original position, she took a small prayer-book from

ul, and stre

er porti

she had once been pretty, but now her cheeks were wan, her eyes fade

everlast

ring rest,

es towards the sky with such a beautiful expression of hope in them that the younger woman began to realize that there might be

e said, touching one of the tombs. "My grandfather and grandmother. My brother Marmaduke, Cicely's f

, n

as from Guadeloupe. So p

ed, in stately old-fashioned language, and with old-fashioned arrangement of lines and capitals, the na

foot. "It seems to me a good place; don't you think so? And I keep an envelope, with directions for everything, on top of my collars, where any one can find it; for I do so dislike an ill-arranged funeral. For instance, I particularly desire that there should be fresh water and

the cemete

ce should marry a Union officer?" Eve said, as

father also. But we liked John for

Cicely felt! "And was it on this island that

and they are worthless no

e slave

ver rich. Now we are very poor, my dear; I don

m old negroes-those who would be una

y our old servants," replied

stion, Cicely took her guitar. "Wh

et Af

hey may rail at this life." He had made a modest bowl of punch: it was Christ

this life; from t

life full of kin

can show me som

gay, I'll conten

half-ruined old house, with its wooden walls vibrating, with more than one pane of glass gone, more than one floor whose planks were loosened

In truth, it was this little child who held together the somewhat strangely assorted group, Miss Sabrina in an ancient white lace cape, with flowers in her hair; the old judge in a dress-coat and ruffled shirt, Cicely in a gay little gow

Gathering,'" c

the song, she began the lament a

niggerless, nigge

ggerless, nig-

at all; we've got miles and miles of

on a stool beside him. "Let us go out to the quarters, gr

hands; she let some one else do it. When the door was opened, distant sounds of the thrumming of banjoes could be heard. Seeing a po

be," said Eve, when she and

re all so fond of Cicely that it wouldn't be Christmas to

she has sun

t so

'" quoted Eve

s, or nearly so," said

e word,

u like, I will try to call them so hereafter. Negroes; yes, negroes." She pronounced it "nig-

r. What she said, with a short laugh, was, "You had b

n that her nights were disturbed; I only meant that she dislikes the telling of d

u fear I am going to tell her mine? S

ting her teeth when people begin-such pretty little white teeth as t

ation to you," said Ev

remely fond of it. Are you fam

where thou art sittin

Y

listen where t

ssy, cool, tr

aids of lilie

a pleasure it has always been to me that I am named Sabrina. The Eng

e many of

my father does not like the

ast thing I sh

ere really do say 'serp

said Eve, thinking vague

Sabrina, astonished. "I mean that they call the snakes serpents, and

ress of Romney endeavored

f little Jack asleep in his crib behind a screen, with Dilsey on her pallet beside him, made the large wind-swept chamber less lonely; still its occupant felt overwhelmed with gloom. There was a light tap at the door, and Cicely entered; she had taken o

e wh

e-back. I should love to see you with your hair

e not likely t

ck. "I've got to get something over in the north wi

if you wish

ike a banshee. At the end of the second hall Cicely led the way through a labyrinth of small dark chambers, now up a step, now down a step, hither and thither; finally opening a door, she ushered Eve into a long, high room, lighted on both sides by a double row of windows, one above

. As to leaving Cicely alone in that remote and disused part of the house, at that late hour of the night, she cared nothing for that;

glittered and shone; its outlines were vague. It came nearer and nearer, without a sound. Then a mass of silvery gauze was thrown back, revealing Cicely attired in an old-fashioned ball dress made of lace interwoven with silver threads and decked with little silvery stars; there was a silver belt high up under her arms, and a wreath of the silvery stars shone in her hair. She stood a moment; then snatching up the gauze which had fallen at her feet, she held one end of it, and let the other blow out on the strong cold wind which now filled the room. With this cloudy streamer in her hand, she began lightly and noiselessly to dance, moving over the moonlit floor, now with th

comb and turned ba

rinth of dark little rooms, the glimmering dress acting as guide throu

to do something; sometimes I call out and shout. But I don't care for it, really; I don't care fo

ndicate that there had been another dance at Romney t

y, and made him believe that she had a soul!" This had been her estimate. She was alone with the baby; she took him to the window and looked at him earnestly. The little ma

baby; and then you and I will go away tog

t was as near as he could

get you away from her forever!"