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in garments fashioned like those of her youth。 Here and there
it sprouts out into modernity； but at heart it is still unspoiled；
it is full of curious relics； and haloed by the romance of many
legends of the past。 Once it was a mere frontier station on the
fringe of the wilderness； and those were the days when Indians
kept life from being monotonous to the settlers。 Then it grew
to be a bone of contention between the British and the French；
being occupied now by the one and now by the other； emerging from
each occupation with some fresh scar of battling nations branded on it。
It has in its park a martello tower； autographed all over
by tourists； a dismantled old French fort on the hills beyond
the town； and several antiquated cannon in its public squares。
It has other historic spots also； which may be hunted out by the
curious； and none is more quaint and delightful than Old St。 John's
Cemetery at the very core of the town； with streets of quiet；
old…time houses on two sides； and busy； bustling； modern
thoroughfares on the others。 Every citizen of Kingsport feels a
thrill of possessive pride in Old St。 John's； for； if he be of
any pretensions at all； he has an ancestor buried there； with a
queer； crooked slab at his head； or else sprawling protectively
over the grave； on which all the main facts of his history are
recorded。 For the most part no great art or skill was lavished
on those old tombstones。 The larger number are of roughly
chiselled brown or gray native stone； and only in a few cases is
there any attempt at ornamentation。 Some are adorned with skull
and cross…bones； and this grizzly decoration is frequently
coupled with a cherub's head。 Many are prostrate and in ruins。
Into almost all Time's tooth has been gnawing； until some
inscriptions have been completely effaced； and others can only be
deciphered with difficulty。 The graveyard is very full and very
bowery； for it is surrounded and intersected by rows of elms and
willows； beneath whose shade the sleepers must lie very dreamlessly；
forever crooned to by the winds and leaves over them； and quite
undisturbed by the clamor of traffic just beyond。
Anne took the first of many rambles in Old St。 John's the next afternoon。
She and Priscilla had gone to Redmond in the forenoon and registered as
students； after which there was nothing more to do that day。 The girls
gladly made their escape； for it was not exhilarating to be surrounded
by crowds of strangers； most of whom had a rather alien appearance；
as if not quite sure where they belonged。
The 〃freshettes〃 stood about in detached groups of two or three；
looking askance at each other； the 〃freshies；〃 wiser in their day
and generation； had banded themselves together on the big
staircase of the entrance hall； where they were shouting out
glees with all the vigor of youthful lungs； as a species of
defiance to their traditional enemies； the Sophomores； a few of
whom were prowling loftily about； looking properly disdainful of
the 〃unlicked cubs〃 on the stairs。 Gilbert and Charlie were
nowhere to be seen。
〃Little did I think the day would ever come when I'd be glad of
the sight of a Sloane；〃 said Priscilla； as they crossed the
campus； 〃but I'd welcome Charlie's goggle eyes almost
ecstatically。 At least； they'd be familiar eyes。〃
〃Oh；〃 sighed Anne。 〃I can't describe how I felt when I was
standing there； waiting my turn to be registered as
insignificant as the teeniest drop in a most enormous bucket。
It's bad enough to feel insignificant； but it's unbearable to
have it grained into your soul that you will never； can never；
be anything but insignificant； and that is how I did feel
as if I were invisible to the naked eye and some of those Sophs
might step on me。 I knew I would go down to my grave unwept；
unhonored and unsung。〃
〃Wait till next year；〃 comforted Priscilla。 〃Then we'll be able
to look as bored and sophisticated as any Sophomore of them all。
No doubt it is rather dreadful to feel insignificant； but I think
it's better than to feel as big and awkward as I did as if I were
sprawled all over Redmond。 That's how I felt I suppose because
I was a good two inches taller than any one else in the crowd。
I wasn't afraid a Soph might walk over me； I was afraid they'd take
me for an elephant； or an overgrown sample of a potato…fed Islander。〃
〃I suppose the trouble is we can't forgive big Redmond for not
being little Queen's；〃 said Anne； gathering about her the shreds
of her old cheerful philosophy to cover her nakedness of spirit。
〃When we left Queen's we knew everybody and had a place of our own。
I suppose we have been unconsciously expecting to take life
up at Redmond just where we left off at Queen's； and now we feel
as if the ground had slipped from under our feet。 I'm thankful
that neither Mrs。 Lynde nor Mrs。 Elisha Wright know； or ever
will know； my state of mind at present。 They would exult in
saying ‘I told you so；' and be convinced it was the beginning of
the end。 Whereas it is just the end of the beginning。〃
〃Exactly。 That sounds more Anneish。 In a little while we'll be
acclimated and acquainted； and all will be well。 Anne； did you
notice the girl who stood alone just outside the door of the
coeds' dressing room all the morning the pretty one with the
brown eyes and crooked mouth？〃
〃Yes； I did。 I noticed her particularly because she seemed the
only creature there who LOOKED as lonely and friendless as I FELT。
I had YOU； but she had no one。〃
〃I think she felt pretty all…by…herselfish； too。 Several times I
saw her make a motion as if to cross over to us； but she never
did it too shy； I suppose。 I wished she would come。 If I hadn't
felt so much like the aforesaid elephant I'd have gone to her。
But I couldn't lumber across that big hall with all those boys
howling on the stairs。 She was the prettiest freshette I saw today；
but probably favor is deceitful and even beauty is vain on your
first day at Redmond；〃 concluded Priscilla with a laugh。
〃I'm going across to Old St。 John's after lunch；〃 said Anne。
〃I don't know that a graveyard is a very good place to go to get
cheered up； but it seems the only get…at…able place where there
are trees； and trees I must have。 I'll sit on one of those old
slabs and shut my eyes and imagine I'm in the Avonlea woods。〃
Anne did not do that； however； for she found enough of interest
in Old St。 John's to keep her eyes wide open。 They went in by
the entrance gates； past the simple； massive； stone arch
surmounted by the great lion of England。
〃‘And on Inkerman yet the wild bramble is gory；
And those bleak heights henceforth shall be famous in story；'〃
quoted Anne； looking at it with a thrill。 They found themselves
in a dim； cool； green place where winds were fond of purring。
Up and down the long grassy aisles they wandered； reading the
quaint； voluminous epitaphs； carved in an age that had more
leisure than our own。
〃‘Here lieth the body of Albert Crawford； Esq。；'〃 read Anne
from a worn； gray slab； 〃‘for many years Keeper of His Majesty's
Ordnance at Kingsport。 He served in the army till the peace of
1763； when he retired from bad health。 He was a brave officer；
the best of husbands； the best of fathers； the best of friends。
He died October 29th； 1792； aged 84 years。' There's an epitaph
for you； Prissy。 There is certainly some ‘scope for imagination'
in it。 How full such a life must have been of adventure！ And as
for his personal qualities； I'm sure human eulogy couldn't go
further。 I wonder if they told him he was all those best things
while he was alive。〃
〃Here's another；〃 said Priscilla。 〃Listen
‘To the memory of Alexander Ross； who died on the 22nd of September；
1840； aged 43 years。 This is raised as a tribute of affection by one
whom he served so faithfully for 27 years that he was regarded as a friend；
deserving the fullest confidence and attachment。' 〃
〃A very good epitaph；〃 commented Anne thoughtfully。 〃I wouldn't
wish a better。 We are all servants of some sort； and if the fact
that we are faithful can be truthfully inscribed on our tombstones
nothing more need be added。 Here's a sorrowful little gray stone；
Prissy ‘to the memory of a favorite child。' And here is another
‘erected to the memory of one who is buried elsewhere。' I wonder
where that unknown grave is。 Really； Pris； the graveyards of today
will never be as interesting as this。 You were right I shall
come here often。 I love it already。 I see we're not alone here
there's a girl down at the end of this avenue。〃
〃Yes； and I believe it's the very girl we saw at Redmond this morning。
I've been watching her for five minutes。 She has started to come up
the avenue exactly half a dozen times； and half a dozen times has she
turned and gone back。 Either she's dreadfully shy or she has got
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