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p The Barnwell People-Sentinel, Barnwell, S. C, Thursday April 2, 1936 STORM MUSIC By Domford Yates Copyright by Minton, Baio'h ft Co. ^ WNU Strvlco. CHAPTER VUI^Continued —13— I wondered how Helena was faring. I had handed her over to Rachel, her- nelf again; hut we had arranged no meeting and she had not so ranch as spoken, except to hid me good night and advise me to bar my door. I begun to see the secret of Pha raoh’s success. Once it was known that to call his bluff was fatal, the man could win game after game with the acme of ease, ’f'hfs knowledge hnd he- come hl» bulwark—“Cross Pharaoh and die.” His defense was attack— always. So long as life was worth liv ing. It Was not worth, crossing Pha raoh, no matter how high the reward. Some one was knocking—tupping, but not on the door. As 1 started up, the sound ceased. It hail come from the direction of the bathroom. Perhaps, if I waited— The tapping began again. For a moment I stood still. listen ing. And then I was ptovlng the pan eling close to the bathroom door. The sound came froip behind the wood work. In vain I sought for some handle, .while little bnrsts-of tapidng ilemand- ed ap answer that I jyas not ready to give. Suddenly I thought of the bathroom. This, like the bedroom, was paneled, and there, sure enough, a key was de claring a cupboard sunk In the wall. The moment I opened this, I knew that some one beneath It was knock ing upon Its floor. I saw the bolts of a trap which was sunk in the floor of the cupboard six feet from the door. In an Instant I had It open, there was a curling staircase of polished oak and Helena, wrapped In a dress ing gown, sitting on one of the stairs. Reside her was standing Sabre, fairly ■nufling excitement and ready to leap. The sight of him made me wonder where he had been. I had not set eyes on the dog for more than two hours. “Thank God,” says Helena. “I thought you must be asleep. And now take Sabre, my dear, and tell him to watch your door. And then come down.” The watch was soon set. for Sabre was very wise, and thirty seconds later I entered my lady’s room. She pointed to a table, standing close to the hearth, laid for one only, but hearing enough for three. “Open the wine, my darling. I’ll cut the chicken up." “We mustn’t eat much," I whispered. “If we do, they’ll know I’ve been here." “Let them know,” said Helena, quickly. “What do I care? What does It matter, John? What does anything matter now?" ■* , I shook my head. “This matters, Nell. Compared with this, the forester’s cottage and all was a Sunday School show. Don’t think I’m prudish. I’m not. Pm only too glad of a good excuse to be here. You set*. I’m a man, and I love you—from throat to font. Rut no one must ever know It. If we stood on the steps of a scaffold. I’d say the same." I saw her Angers tighten about the •tem of her glass. "You’re right," she sald^l’m getting my values wrong. Never mind. Sabre can cover your tracks. ' I’ll leave a plate on the floor and they’ll think 1 gave him a meal." Absurdly enough, this arrangement comforted me. The fragments of pro priety that remained were scarcely worth taking up, all the same. So we broke our fast together and shared her glass. For five minutes we smoked In si lence, regarding the leaping flames. I threw down my cigarette and got to my feet. “Interlude,” I said quietly. "And now, if you please, my darling, I want you to go to bed. We’ve got a hard day coming and we’ve left a hard day behind. It’s no good our talking to night. I shall be on the ramparts at nine, but I hope that you won’t ap pear till eleven o'clock.” She did not seem to hear me. but after a moment or two she rose to her feet. • “John." she said, “do you love me?" I caught her hand and put it up to my lips. - “~You know that-1 •fortt yotl,” I SaltT' “far more than life." "I wonder," she said. “That’s ter ribly easy to say.” , "Why, Nell, what’s'“T4w»t. matter?" 1 whispered. She shook her beautiful head. “Nothing’s the matter. I only won dered. . . . You see, T love you—blind ly. There’s nothing else in*’my world. Reputation. Yorick, Valentine — com pared with you they’re so many idle words. And I naturally can’t help wondering whether you love me as much. It doesn't matter, you know. I neither ask nor expect it. But some times I wonder, my darling, whether you do." “Give me your hands,” I said, “your beautiful hands.” Sho dropped her cig arette and gave me her other hand. “And now your eyes.” She lifted her gaze^ mine. “I can’t define the word Move.’ but when you look troubled, Nell, It tears my heart. Pharaoh’s get ting at you through me—we both know that. Well, I can't curse the day I met you, but I wish to God that he’d got me at Annabel, Nell—that day when Rush Jogged his arm, and he hit the mirror Instead.” Her arms were about my neck, and her breath on my lips. “No, no. Take It back. Don’t say such terrible things. Oh. John, my precious, my darling." For a moment she clung to me desperately. Then she snatched a not#- from her pocket and thrust It Into my hand. “You say you love me. Then take this note to your cousin anvL save me from something that frightens me more than death. You can go by the footbridge and tun nel—that key I gave to Florin was Valentine’s master key. But you must go before It’s light. If you’re seen coming back It won't matter—because you’ll he coming back.” “But, Nell, how can I? I’m on parole, my darling. We’ve passed our word. ’Hovv could I help It? I was faint ing. For more than a minute my head -Jiad been going round. And who have I passed It to? To a fiend—a butcher, that’s trying to smash my life. And bow am I breaking my word? Listen, 'fids' note’s t<V warn your cousin that Valentine must not return. We never told Barley to keep him, sin when he comes to they’ll naturally let him go.” £ u ™ “It’s ‘taking action,’ Nell. You swore you wouldn’t do that.” “If you love me, you’ll do it, John. Call It breaking my word, If you please, and think the less of me for it—but do as l say. I haven’t mentioned Pha- I Saw Her Fingers Tighten About the Stem of Her Glass. raoh. I haven’t breathed a word of the plight we’re in. But If It comes out that I laid hands on my brother— well, I’ll just be ruined for life. Open the note and read It. Here—give It to me.” She seized It and tore It open. “Lis ten to this: “Keep Valentine with you. Use any violence you like. He must not return to the castle, and no one on earth must kno\(r.that he Is with#you. Don’t fall me." "But why write to Geoffrey, Nell? I could tell Barley to tell him, and—” “No, no. You don’t understand. It’s too serious for that. I don’t .think you know what I’ve done In abducting th« Count. You must give this note to your cousin—Into his hands." "But, Nell, that’s out of the ques tion. Geoffrey won’t he back till seven o’clock." “What does that matter, John? We’re free till noon.” She stuffed the sheet Into Its envelope and thrust this again upon me. “Take It, I beg and pray you. and give It Into his hand. You talk of my reputation. In this affair fnc more than my name Is at stake. If they knew what I’d done, my own servants would use me as a leper: they all took the oath that I took, and it’s never been broken, John, since Yorick was built. I had to do It, John —you know that I had; but If anyone ever finds out, there’s an end of me.“ "Pharaoh knoAfrs, my darling.” “What can he prove? Nothing. But If Valentine and he get together, I haven't a chance. And Pharaoh would be on to Mona within the hour." “All right," I said, “I’ll take It. But—” “Thank God, my darling." She threw herself into my arms. “Now I do know that you love me. Don’t think I don’t know what I’m asking." Site brushed my cheek with her lips and threw back her head. "Ask what you like of me after—I’ll give It with -all-wy-^->f^rt:-AV-eHf-Jtve--or -die together- —just as you say. But we're going to live—I know It.” “God help me," said L “I’ll do It. But why I must wait for Geoffrey— why I must stand and watch while he reads your note—” “To bring me back his promise. Un til I know that he’s read It, I shan’t know a moment's peace. Oh, John, my dear. I’ve got so much to carry.” "Very well, my beauty. I’ll go at once." I hastened back to my bedroom and dressed as fast as I could. Gingerly feeling my wound, I remembered Hel ena’s promise to send a horse for me to the mouth of the entrance drive. She had, of course, no Idea that Dewdrop had stabbed me so deep. Perhaps If I stood In my stirrups— Before I left ’thfe chamber, I drew the bolts of the door. Then I took Sabre and made for the polished stair. Twenty minutes later I fought my way out of the bushes that were mask ing the tunnel's mouth. • •••••• Something at least I was spared, for Geoffrey drove up to the ino five min utes before his time "Well. I’m damned,” he said. “And where the deuce have you been?” "I’ll tell you later," said I, and put the note Into his hand. “And now come out of that* car. I’ve got to get hack." . , “Get back where?” said Geoffrey. “I’ll tell you later,” said I. “You read that note.” My cousin stared. Then he drew out the sheet of paper and read the mes sage It bore. When he had done, he looked me full In the eye. “You shouldn't have opened It, should you ?” It was my turn to stare. “As a matter of fact, I didn’t. She sealed It before I came down—In. Then she broke it open and read it to me herself.” Geoffrey fingered his chin. “Well, you can’t go like this,” he said, getting out of the car. “I mean—’’ “Geoffrey,” I said, “believe me, I must get hack. I’ll get into touch again as soon us evar I can, but, however strange you find it, I can’t wait now.” “Only one moment," said Geoffrey, taking my arm. Despite my protests he'haled me up the steps and Into the Inn. ' In the hall I planted my feet. “Look here. Geoffrey,” I said. “I don’t want'to havfe a row, but I’ve got to get back to her without one In stant’s delay. I wouldn’t have dreamed of coming, hut she couldn't send a servant and—well, there was no other way. I’d have left the note with Bar ley, hut she wouldn’t have that. She’s got to know that you've got it and have promised to do as she says.” “Oh. well, here goes,” said Geoffrey, mid hit tm* undef tlie JftW ds Tfanni# he could. TALL TALES At Told to: FRANK E. HAGAN and ELMO SCOTT WATSON Buckie’s Bad Break OOWBOYS who rode the Montana ^ range knew him only as Buckle. That nickname Is explained by the fact that he was Just about the best rider that* ever forked a bronc. Plenty of the wild ones had tried to pile him but he Just remarked sadly “Bad horsey, shouldn’t go bucky-bucky!” and stayed right In the saddle. But even the best of riders Is likely to hit the dirt when his horse steps In a prairie dog 4«de while going at full speed. CHAPTER IX The Fragrant Valley . When I came to my senses, I was lying on the floor of a car that was traveling fast. My wrists and my nnkles^were hound and my mouth was gagged. Barley was seated above me, watching my face. As I tried to sit up, he pushed me hack on the pillows which made my bed. “Lie quiet a bit, sir,” he said, "and you’ll soon he as right as rain.” To this day I do not know why I did not go out of my mind. They say that I fought like a mad man, but that was because I was mad. Barley had to throw himself on me, to keep me down. And thetf at last I fainted. I do not think Barley knew It, for my senses had hardly left me before they returned; but I think that discre tion came with them, for then I saw that to struggle and fight was hopeless. And so, to feign resignation, I lay quite still where I was and shut my eyes. And that was my undoing, for after a moment or two I fell asleep. Though the car fled on, I knew noth ing, and I never knew*when It stopped. I was lifted out, still sleeping, and though my bonds were loosened, I never stirred. And while I slept. Lady Helena Yor ick was playing her part. The song of a brook woke me, and I propped myself on an elbow to gather my wits. The next Ipstant I was afoot and was staring wildly about me. . . . The wood ed peak of a mountain looked placidly back—and a pride of beeches was smiling and a chapter of gray gre“D rocks was casting Its stately shadow upon the most vivid of swards. It was half-past four. I had slept for more than nine hours. The dial of my watch grew misty. I felt the tears beginning to leave my eyes. One of them fell upon the dial. So I stood for a moment. Then I flung myself down and hurled my face la the grass. • •••*•• “Come, come, old fellow,” said Geof frey, “you mustn't take It so III.” I made no answer. I dared not trust my voice. “You’d have done the same," said my cousin. "John, I couldn’t ignore such a hint." I sat up and dashed the tears frora my face. “Hint? What hint?” Geoffrey raised his eyebrows. “I don't know what she read you," he said. "But I don’t think she read you that.” As lie spoke, he gave me a paper— Helena's note. Mr. Bohun: Keep John with you. Use any vio lence you like. He must not return to the castle and no one on earth must know that he is with you. Don’t fall me. Helena Yorick. “No." I said, “you’re quite right. She didn’t read that." I laughed shortly. “You’d have seen through It, of course; nine out of ten people would. But you must remember that I’m no ordinary fool. Besides, I trusted her blindly— trusted and loved her blindly. So you see It was awfully easy to have me on.” I laughed again. “It’s rather IHte fooling a dog or a baby child. A dog, I think. Your dog. You’ve decided to have him destroyed so you take him out for a walk and stop at the vet’s. He doesn’t know._ He doesn’t care where you go, so long as he can go with you—he with his god. He loves you blindly, you see. He's not the faintest Idea that you’re going to do him In. You can speak to the vet. In his presence—T want this dog de stroyed.’ You're perfectly safe. Hg.’U lick your hand while you’re speaking, If only you’ll give him the chance., . . . But—If—that—dog’s—eyes—were opened. ... If when yon were gone and he was standing, waiting, with bis eager nose to the threshold, strain ing his ears for some signal of your return—If then by some magic that dog was made aware of the truth... (TO BE CONTINUED) \ That’s what happened to Buckle one day when he was out riding the range alone. His horse’s neck was broken so the animal didn’t move after It fell. Nor did Buckie move —much. Just his leg was broken and It was pinned under the dead weight of the horse. Whenever he tried to wriggle It free, a sickening Pain almost made him faint. Of course, he shouted for help. But there was no one within T27 tnttrs ^cr his shouts weren’t heard. Nighf ca^ne and with It a chill wind that cut to the bone. Not far away a wolf howled and a moment later it was answered by another and another meant. lie decided it was time to do something. But what? Let Buckle himself answer: “What did I do? Why, I finally had to walk eight miles to find a pole thick enough and strong enough t<y pry that darned boss off my leg." The Duel That Failed /■'k S. CLARK of Attica, Ind., went '—'•to the Texas Panhandle when It was wild and woolly. There he met Clay Allison, a famous gun-fighter who told him about tlie strangest duel he’d ever seen. It was between two frontiersmen who didn't like the color of each other’s hair. So they agreed to fight It out with long rifles—stand hack to hack, then each take ten long steps, turn and begin firing. The duel began. Each with his right eye drew a bead on the other’s left eye—It wasn’t sportsmanlike to shoot out the other man’s right eye and thus spoil his aim. They fired at the same instant hut neither bullet took effect. They shot a second time—a third— a fourth—and a fifth. Still nothing happened. In fact they kept shooting unjil each man had used up 20 cart ridges. “There’s something spooky about this," said one. “Shore is!” said the other. “Maybe we ain’t supposed to kill each other." “Reckon we’d better call It off and shake hands," suggested the first. “Suits me!” said the second. They started toward each’ other, each one taking ten long steps so they would meet face to face where they had parted hack to back. As they met and clasped hands, one exclaimed "Ouch! Something's burnln’ through my boot!” They looked down. There on the ground was a pile of melted lead. The mystery of the bullets that failed to kill was solved. So accurate had been their aim that their bullets had met midway with such terrlficfucce that they melted each other'and .dropped to the ground. Clay said he knew this was true because he saw the place on the ground where the melted lead had been and there wasn't a speck of grass growing there. Truthful Election Costs A N OHIO law requires candidates for office to file a report of all ex penditures In their campaigns. Some times these reports are very sketchy and not always truthful. But the man who ran for sheriff of Perry county a few years ago turned in a report that no one could doubt. It said: “Lost 1,349 hours of sleep thinking about the election. Lost two front teeth and a lot of hair in a personal encounter with an opponent* Donated one beef, four shoats and five sheep to county barbecues. Gave away two jjalrs of suspenders, four calico dresses, $3 in cash and 15 baby rat tles. “Kissed 12G babies. Put up four stoves. Kindled 14 fires. Walked 4,07(3 miles. Shook hands with 9,508 peo ple. Told 10,101 lies and talked enough to makrTn^pr^rT^r voi- umes. “Attended 16 revivals and was bap tized four times- by immersion an.! twice by pther ways. Contributed $50 to foreign missions and made love to nine Widows—five grass and four sod. “Hugged 40 old maids. Got dog-hit 39 times. Lost the election by 333 votes." C** © Western Newspaper Union. - Great Navigator, Explorer Abel Janszoon Tasman, died 1659, at fifty six, having achieved a reputa tion as the greatest of Dutch naviga tors and one of the greatest explorers But he made some’ big mistakes. He couldn’t find a continent. Sent out In 1642 to explore Australia, he sailed completely around It and never sighted It once! Later, as the significance of his error was realized, _ geographers knew for the first time that Australia was not a part of the Antarctic con tinent. No man did more in charting the Pacific’s shores and Islands. He carried on commerce with Japan for the Dutch more than two centuries before the voyage of Commodore Mat thew Perry, who often Is credited with opening Japan’s ports to other nation*. Distinctive Dress With Scalloped Collar for the Charming Little Girl sion In a simple crepe which Is used in party frocks. . " - Barbara Bell Pattern No. 1833-A* is available for sizes: 2, 3, 4. 5 and 6 years Size 4 requires 1% yards of 35-Inch fabric, plus yard of contrasting. The Barbara Bell Pattern Book featuring Spring designs is ready. Send fifteen cents today for your copy. Send your order to Ttve Sewing Circle Pattern Dept., 367 W. Adams St., Chicago, 111. ’ © Bell Syndicate.—WNU ServicV. Armies Like Stuffed Effigy of a Prehistoric Monster The armies of 1914 had more than two months of grace before they lapsed Ipto the stagnation of trench warfare. Nowadays the proportion of machine guns and .pther automatic firearms has Increased enormously. It is thus a safe deduction and pre diction that the armlet of today would sink into trenches within a week—if they ever got to grips—for there is more than a possibility that these Infantry bodies would he dis persed by air attack or hamstrung by the bombing of their transport while they were still groping for ward. The more one reflects upon.tjie pres-. ent type of armies, which is still the prewar type, with a few additions, the more do they apppar like the stuffed museum effigy of some pre historic monster—harmless if horrl- rying.—B. H. Liddell Hart in Cur rent History. 1833& Any little girl from two to six will look simply charming in this distinc tive tiny frock which has a high waist finished off with a dainty scal loped collar, and three little buttons. The shape of the collar gives the dress a fetchingly demure look that is adorable on all little girls. Notice the soft flare of the skirt and the loose short sleeves—simplicity is the keynote. This design requires n minimum of time and effort to make. Try it In gingham, wool challis, mns lin or a silk with a wee little flower design. You can also make this ver AFTER ALL, WHAT DOES THE TERM PROPERTY MEAN? Property Is a house with a few feet of ground around It, minus the mortgage and the difference be tween what you paid for It before 1929 and what you could get for it today. It is a motor -car with a du bious trade-in value and household goods with great sentimental value hut which would not bring much at a forced sale. It Is a very valuable stamp col lection If you could find exactly the right person to buy It. It Is a num ber of books which yoti Imagined were first editions hut that, some how, Just miss out. It Is a portrait that family tradition has always held to be the work of an old master but that leaves the art experts unmoved It is a Chinese vase that* may go back to the Ming dynasty If you could only make out what the Chi nese characters on the bottom mean. It Is children that, according to law, will belong to you Only a few years more, hut who, in the mean time, are rather expensive to main tain In that manner of living to which they somehow seem to Im agine they are entitled. It Is acci dent insurance policies on which you can realize respectable sums by the simple process of losing an eye or an arm or a leg. It Is. sickness -In surance policies that you can cash In upon by becoming an Invalid, and life insurance policies that will be come worthwhile in the event of your death. 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