the "gret
room," which he threw open with an air of pride.

"Walk in, gemmen an' ladies, walk in," he said, holding Amy's hand.

They walked in, and he led Amy to a lounge and sat down beside her,
close to the red cradle, to which he called her attention.

"Doan' you 'member it, Miss Dory?" he said, giving it a jog. "I use' ter
rock yer to sleep wid you kickin' yer heels an' doublin' yer fists, an'
callin' me ole fool, an' I singin':

"'Lil chile Dory, Shaky's lil lam',
Mudder's gone to heaven,
Shaky leff behime
To care for lil chile Dory, Shaky's lil lam'.'

Doan' you 'member it, honey,--an' doan' you member me? I'm Shaky,--I
is."

There was a touching pathos in Jakey's voice as he sang, and it was
intensified when he asked, "Doan' you 'member me, honey?"

Both Mr. Mason and Jack turned their heads aside to hide the moisture in
their eyes, while Eloise's tears fell fast as she watched the strange
pair,--the wrinkled old negro and the white-faced woman, in whom a
wonderful transformation seemed to be taking place. With the first sound
of the weird melody and the words "Lil chile Dory, Shaky's lil lam',"
she leaned forward and seemed to be either listening intently or trying
to recall something which came and went, and which she threw out her
hands to retain. As the singing went on the expression of her face
changed from one of painful thought to one of perfect peace and quiet,
and when it ceased and Jakey appealed lo her memory, she answered him,
"Yes, Shaky, I remember." Then to Eloise she said, "The lullaby of my
childhood, which has rung in my ears for years. He used to want me to
sing a negro melody to the people, and said it made them cry. That's
because I wanted to cry, as I do now, and can't. I believe I must have
sung it that last night in Los Angeles before everything grew dark."

Moving closer to Jakey she laid her head upon his arm and whispered to
him, "Sing it again, Shaky. The tightness across the top of my head is
giving way. It has ached so long."

Jake began the song again, his voice more tremulous than before, while
Amy's hands tightened on his arm, and her head sank lower on his breast.
As he sang he jogged the cradle with one foot, and kept time with the
other and a swaying motion of his body, which brought Amy almost across
his lap. When she lifted up her head there were tears in her eyes, and
they ran at last like rivers down her cheeks, while a storm of
hysterica