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and the insignia of state. Next in line nature of the scene, and to the very picwas the holy prince priest (brother to the turesque costumes of the late king, borne aloft on a high palanquin, marched behind them, the chiefs of variand reciting passages from the sacred ous petty Eastern states. The length of books.

the naval and military procession that folImmediately behind the prince's palan- lowed may be gathered from the fact that quin came a force of 220 men, clad in it took one hour to file past and take up scarlet and gold, who drew by a double its position round the grounds. rope the great state car on which rested Before the steps of the crematorium the the jeweled gold urn in which reposed the prince priest conducted a religious serbody of the king. Two of his sons knelt vice and preached a short and eloquent in front of the car, and two behind. On sermon, which seemed to appeal forcibly each side marched officers of the dead to the nobles and members of the royal king's household, bearing the insignia of household, and then, amid much cereroyalty,-white, pagoda-shaped umbrellas, mony, he sprinkled holy water on the -great clusters of peacock feathers, and urn, which was being slowly moved from enormous fans.

the state car to its lofty position on the Two standard-bearers came next, and pyre. then the chief mourner, the young King A moment later, all being in readiness, Kajiravudh, dressed in a field-marshal's the young king was seen mounting the uniform. He looked a pathetic figure, steps leading to the middle portion of the walking alone, with head bent low and crematorium. The great curtains swung evidently feeling his loss very keenly. A to, and for the last time he was alone with few paces behind marched a number of the dead body of his father. There was princes dressed in the picturesque court an impressive silence. Then suddenly the costume of King Mongkut, with flowing silver tones of a trumpet rang out sharp white silk cloaks and quaint, green, coni- and clear. It was the signal that the king cal hats.

had lighted the great pyre, and the bands Then came the various representatives struck up the national anthem. The peoof foreign powers in conventional garb, ple of Siam had taken their last farewell offering a strong contrast to the Oriental of a great monarch.



THE rain that fell a-yesterday is ruby on the roses,

not ;

The grief that chanced a-yesterday is silence that incloses

Holy loves where time and change shall never trouble them.

The rain that fell a-yesterday makes all the hillside glisten,

Coral on the laurel and beryl on the grass ;
The grief that chanced a-yesterday has taught the soul to listen

For whispers of eternity in all the winds that pass.

O faint-of-heart, storm-beaten, this rain will gleam to-morrow,

Flame within the columbine and jewels on the thorn,
Heaven in the forget-me-not; though sorrow now be sorrow,

Yet sorrow shall be beauty in the magic of the morn.

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Half-tone plate engraved by H. C. M "HER MIND HAD BECOME THE REFLEX OF SIS' MAME'S"

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IDDIE LADY MYRA” danced and tion of gaiety, would veil his shy love

sang no more. The washing-beach making under an incessant stream of gosno longer heard her laugh, nor the public sip. Though she never welcomed his square, when on market-days her friends coming, and rarely spoke, she missed him came down from the hills with calabashes when suddenly his visits ceased. His prespiled high with red and golden fruit, and ence had been a check on her brooding yams, and yellow meal. When, with the thoughts, and now in her long, solitary swift fall of the tropic night, the signal . vigils under the quiet stars, to her naïve, conch-shells blew along the heights, and superstitious mind every rustling leaf the chattering pleasure-seekers went past seemed a whispering voice, and the night on the dark street, the glimmer of their wind blowing across her cheek the touch light dresses Auttering in the night wind of a ghostly hand. Then one sunset she like wavering moths, she would crouch on saw his tall, shambling form come up the the door-sill, and, chin in hand, gaze out path again, and her heart stirred faintly across the darkness with sullen, hopeless with the first thrill of pleasure that it had eyes.

known for months. Nevertheless, she gave For the blight of the hoodoo was on him only a curt nod in greeting. Myra. Her piquant little face grew thin, “Well, heeh Ah am once mo', lak a and shadowy rings deepened about her bad penny,” he said lightly as he seated eyes, which gave no answering look to the himself. “Seem' lak Ah been gone a yeah." awed and furtive glances of passing She bridled at that. friends. Though she was dying there be- "Nobuddy as' yo' tow come," she said, fore their eyes, no one openly recognized "or done miss yo'.” the change. It stood like a wall between He laughed, unnoticing her mood. them, weird and mysterious, but as impas- “Ah done miss maself," he replied, "an' sable as the wall between the living and nobuddy yen’t goin' keep me away. Sis' the dead.

Rose Ma’y she done call out tow me, yen't Only Gumbo Jim braved her introspec- Ah comin' tow do Co’al Bells' ball dis tive hopelessness. Night after night he ebenin', an' Ah say I got somepin' betteh would saunter up the road, and, dropping tow do dan shakin' ma foots wid obbe on the step at her side, with a fine assump- dem-an' heeh Ah ahm a-doin' it." He



glanced at the girl, hoping to see some little flicker of interest soften the impassiveness of her averted face; but saw none. He sighed, but went on: "Ah done been tow St. Thomas-on business. Seem' lak a long ways f'om home, Sis' Myra."

"Forty mile'!" she said, with a scornful toss of her head.

"Dat so," he agreed; "but forty mile' is bad as a million when yo' cain't see what yo' wan' tow see-an' is longin' tow see."

She made no reply, and he dropped into her silent mood, and watched the closing day. As he looked, the red, white-crossed. flag on the fort at the water's-edge, standing straight out on its staff, dropped swiftly as the boom of the sunset gun echoed among the hills. Far down the street Sis' Angelica, crying the last of her hot arepas, lifted her voice in a whining treble. On the white road, a donkey, drawing a high cart, trotted past with drooping head, its long ears flapping in unison with its dainty stepping. The jut of land northward changed from white and green to gray and brown madder, and then suddenly became black. All at once the silent lover was aware of the stars blazing overhead.

"Yen't yo' goin' speak tow me no mo', Myra?" he asked pathetically.

She laughed with sad bitterness.

"What Ah got tow speak erbout tow anybuddy?" she asked. "Ah done come "Ah done come down tow da Valley o' da Shadeh. An' Ah 'm walkin' in da darkness; Ah cain't see da light no mo'. How Ah goin' speak tow yo', 'way up in da high, light places?"

"Lift up yo' liddie hands, an' Ah raise. yo' up," he cried eagerly. "Lift up yo' eyes, an' Ah draw yo' back tow da sunlight. Trus' tow me, Sis' Myra. Trus' tow me."

She shook her head hopelessly. "Dat all done pass," she said. done been marked faw sorreh."


He shifted his ground.

"Yo' know me-what Ah ahm," he pleaded. "Some folks call me Gumbo Jim, an' some say Laughin' Jim. Dat 's right. When Trouble comes a-knockin' at ma do', Ah laugh an' say, 'Come in, ma frien'. An' he doan' come. Ah 'm da bes' stevedo' on da beach. Missa Roach say so; ebrybuddy say so; faw Ah doan' dribe ma men: Ah lead 'em. Ah lead 'em wid a laugh. Gimme da chance, honey,

gimme da chance, an' Ah lead y smack out in da sun, laughin' lak tow."

- She had listened, crouching l her knees; but now she sprang u ing her arms wide, like one stiflin

"It yen't no sorteh use talkin' I she cried; "faw Ah done tuhn on joy, an' cain't tuhn no mo'. A can laugh no mo', er sing, e Ah 'm done wid obbe dem."

""T will all pass erway-all way," he urged. "Yo' know ma who 's got er betteh? Yo' kno what Ah can do faw yo'. An' it, an' mo'. Mah'y me, an' co tow joy." He looked about him affectation of dread as he continu tell yo', Sis' Myra, dis yerry yen': faw a young gal; no 'm. Hit's t peh'y. Heah dem trees a-blowin dat bird a-singin' mou'nful!"

She looked up with shuddering "Don' Ah heah it all?" she cri mo'; yes, mo' 'n yo' heah."

"Den tuhn erway wid me!" "Tuhn erway, Myra gal!"

A primal creature, she was bei by the practical side of life-she sung with her lost lover by moo King Hill, and had danced with ecstasy of emotion, with the death in the air. She missed the but she longed, too, for rest a But she could not yield.

She sprang nervously to her fo "No sorteh use!" she exclaim sorteh use!" and passed into t He could hear her walking restle in the dark.

It was then that Gumbo J away, met Sis' Mame, the obi-w

She was walking in the mid road, shaking her head and mu herself; but she turned sharp sound of Gumbo Jim's melan courteous, "Good ebenin', Sis He was passing on, but she back peremptorily.

"Seems lak some folks mi sperited dis ebenin'," she said turedly. He looked down at h sighed.

"No eend o' trouble an' Mame," he replied; "no eend. er fac'."

"What yo' call mis'ry?" she

"Won't dat gal Myra look at yo'?” She Myra turned away her eyes. laughed.

"What yo' eyes faw if yo' cain't see He shuffled his feet in an embarrassed widout tellin'?" she asked sullenly. way as he replied in a low voice:

"Who? Me?" demanded Sis' Mame. “She yen't nebber goin' look at no- She lifted her claw-like hand to her mouth buddy on dis yerth, Sis' Mame: she done to hide her laughter, then leered into marked faw death.'

Myra's face, her own darkly grim. Sis' Mame laughed light-heartedly. "What ma eyes faw?" she repeated. “Plumb fool talk, Jim; plumb fool "Tow see mo' ’n yo'kin, gal — tow see da talk," she assured him. “She 's jes er- libin' an' da dead, an' obbe doin's. Huh!" sheddin' her heart.”

She snorted scornfully. He looked at her blankly, and she gave For the first time the girl looked at a little scornful sniff, and took up her her with other than indifferent eyes. A sidling march up the middle of the road grayish hue of fear settled upon her tense again; but fifty feet away, she turned face. and sent back a cackling call.

“What yo' see, Sis' Mame?" she whis“Doan' yo' b'liebe Ah know what Ah pered. know?" she snapped. “Go 'long, fool The old woman gazed long in her face. yalleh man! Ah was suckin' aigs 'fo' yo' At first the girl dropped her own eyes, but mammy cut her toofs; er yo'gran’mammy, that narrowed, unwinking look held her eider. Yah!" And turning her back like a bird in a snare. It was a serpent again, she derisively waved her staff over threatening to spring, a wave about to enher shoulder, and went muttering up the gulf her, and, like one in a nightmare, she road.

could not resist. With a moan of sur

render, she raised her eyes to its compellMYRA was sitting on the door-step in the ing insistence. hot morning sun as the figure of a woman “What yo' see, Sis' Mame?" she reappeared on the steep, white road that peated tremulously. curved upward to her gate. A brown Sis' Mame caught at the girl's dress. dress Alapped in the trade-wind about her "Ah see yo’ foots go creepin', creepin' meager form, and round her head was down in da Valley o'da Shadeh," she bound a high, spotlessly white bandana. muttered hoarsely; "Ah see yo'—" She came sidling up the road, leaning on With a little cry Myra threw her skirt a stout stick, first one long step, then two over her head and rocked to and fro in short hitches with the other foot; she terror. “Doan’ say da wud, Sis' Mame!" stopped frequently to rest. One could see she moaned. “ 'Foh Gord! doan' say da her head wag, as if she talked vehemently wud!" with herself. It was Sis' Mame.

Sis' Mame seemed not to hear. She had It was not until she turned in from the locked her hands about her knees and, road and stopped to rest under a tamarind- rocking slowly on her heels, dropped into tree that she lifted her eyes to the girl. singsong drone: "Yo' go creepin' down She cackled breathlessly, throwing back dah, an' den Ah cain't see yo' no mo', faw her head as she laughed.

dah yen't no light; an’ Ah cain't heah yo' “Oh, ma Lawd!” she exclaimed, "dis foots, faw dey done gone die; but Ah heah yerry hill done beat da ol' 'ooman! Ya! yo' soul er-flyin'roun' an' er-cryin' an' ya!” She sidled up and dropped on the er-mou’nin' 'ca'se it cain't find yo’ body. ground in front of Myra, fanning herself But Ah feel yo’ body go walkin' by; but with her skirt. “Marra, chile. Yen't yo' it doan' know, an' it doan' see, faw yo' goin' say “Marra' tow Sis' Mame, comin' soul 's done gone erway.” all da way up yerry hill faw tow see how Mlyra could hear no more. From the yo’ is ?" she demanded, glancing about her terrifying realism of Sis' Mame's picture carelessly.

of her actual dissolution she shrank with “Marra, Sis' Mame," replied the girl. an unspeakable horror that her old morbid “How yo' is dis marra ?"

resignation to the thought of death had “Me? Libely 's er lizard.” She ducked been far from bringing. With a wailing her head in soundless laughter. "How sob she threw herself forward, clasping yo' is yo'self?"

Sis' Mame's knees. “Hush, Sis' Mame!

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