SHE was sitting thus when she turned at the sound of shuffling footsteps and saw Sarah coming softly toward her. The countenance of the mulatto carried a vague, indefinable expression of fear. It was gray with terror.
"What is it, Sarah?" asked Lily. "In the name of Heaven what is the matter?"
The woman trembled. "There's trouble a-brewin', Miss Lily," she said. The park is full of men. "They've been comin' in at the gate and they're all over the place." The woman hesitated again. "Hennery's watching now. He sent me to ask if he was to send for the police?"
Lily stood up and fastened the black and silver kimono higher about her throat.
"Who are they?"
"I don't know, Miss Lily. Hennery thinks mebbe they're strikers. He's put out the light at the back, so he can watch 'em without bein' seen."
For a moment Lily remained silent and thoughtful. Presently she said, "Put out the lights in here, Sarah. I'll go and look myself."
And she went out, leaving the frightened servant to extinguish the lamps.
A moment later, groping her way through the dark hallway to the servants' quarters, she stumbled suddenly upon the terrified figure of Hennery kneeling down by a window, keeping watch.
"It's Miss Lily, Hennery," she said. "Don't be frightened."
The window was a blue rectangle against the wall of the hallway. It was a clear night but moonless, although the bright, cold sky was all powdered with glistening stars. Outside in the park, among the dead trunks of the trees, moved
