The Laurens advertiser. (Laurens, S.C.) 1885-1973, July 29, 1914, Page PAGE TWO, Image 2
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CHAPTER XXVIII.
The Awakening.
The sun had passed the meridian
next day whei Valiant awoke, from a
sleep as deep as Abou ben Adhein's.
yet one crowded with flying tiptoe
dreams. The one great fact of Shir
ley's love had lain at the core of all
these honied images, and his mind
[was full of it as his eyes opened, wide
all at once, to the new day.
le looked at his watch and rolled
from the bed with a laugh. "Past
twelve!" ho exclaimed. "Good heav
enal What about all the work I had
laid out for today?"
Presently he was splashing in the
lake, shooting under his curved hand
junerring jets of water at Chun, who
Idanced about the rim barking, now
iventuring to wet, a valorous paw, now
.scrambling up the bank to escape the
'watery Javelins.
Valiant came up the terraces with
his blood bounding to a new rapture.
'Crossing the garden, he ran quickly
to the little close which held the sun
dial and pulled a single great passion
;flower. lie stood a moment holding
it to his face, his nostrils catching its
faint elusive perfume. Only last night,
under the moon, he had stood there
with Shirley in his arms. A gush of
the unbelievable sweetness of that mo
ment poured over him. Ils face
softened.
Standing with his sandaled feet
,deep in the white blossoms, the sun
on his damp hair and the loose robe
clinging to his moist limbs, he gave
himself to a sudden day-dream. A
wonderful waking dream of joy over
iboding years of ambitionless ease;
of the Damory Court that should be
III. dl to COJA.
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When he oame from the little close
there was a now mystery in the sun
shine, a fresh and joyous meaning in
the intense blue overarching of the
Imponderable sky. Nvery bird-note
beld its own love-secret. A wood
thrush sang it from a silver birch be
side the summer-house, and a bob
vwbite whistled it in the little valley
lbeyond. Even the long trip-hammer
of a far-away woodpecker beat a ra
dlant tattoo.
He paused to greet the flaming pea
Mock that sent out a curdling screech,
An Which the tentative potterack! pot
terack! of a guinea-fowl tangled itself
softly. "Go on," he invited. "Explode
1 you want to, old Fire-Cracker.
ang your purple-and-gold pessimism!
ou only make the birds sound
wsNveeter. lerhaps that's what you're
1or--who knows?"
He tried to work, but work was not
gor that marvelous afternoon. lie
twandered about the gardens, planning
Ithis or that addition: a little longer
sweep to the pansy-bed-a clump of
LbIl-rushes at the farther end of the
ke. He peered into the stable: a
saddlle horse stood there now, but
there should be more steeds stamping
~n those stalle one dla, good horse
ber. fro th- ilie.Hwh n
gleamng radsinglay rsat.utr
!when she belongedl to him!
Uncle Jefferson, from Ithe door of
the kitchens, watched him swinging
about le the sunshine, whistling the
t"Indian Serenade."
"Young mars' feel 'way up in do
clouds (115 day," lie saId to Aunt
Daphne. "lie wake up cz glad oz
fef he done 'feesed 'ligion las' night.
'Vell all do folkses cert'n'y 'Joyed
doyselves. 01' Mistah Fargo done eat
'bout forty uh dem jumbles. Ah heah
him talkin' ter Mar-s' John. 'Rteck'n yo'
mus' hab er cr-aekahjack cook down
theah,' he say. lIIyuh, hyuh !"
"G'way wid yo' blackyardin' I-"
fsniffed Aunt Daphne, delighted. "D~on'
need ter come eroun' honey-caffuddlin'
mel"
"Dat's whut lie say," insisted V
Jefferson; "he did fo' or fac'!"
She drew her hands from the suds
and looked at him anxiously. "Jeff'son,
yo' feck'n Mars' JTohn gwineter fotch
dat Yankee 'ooman heah ter D~am'ry
o'ot, tor boo ,pah reists?"
"Humph!" sno fe her spouse. "Dat
bIghfautin'g Mwut dose swaller do
Tamrod7c 'l tth-ree-bob-tail! Do
7'4,,e mo'.foolishah yo'
0!1&
iviiqixr
AURLN STOUT
citations Is! 'Don' ~yo' tek no mo'
trouble on yo' back den yo' kin keek
off'n yo' heels! She ain' gwtneter run
dis place, or ol' Devil-John tuhn ovah
in he grave!"
Sunset found Valiant sitting in the
music-room before the old square pi
ano. In the shadowy chamber the
keys of mother-of-pearl gleamed with
dull colors under his fingers. He
struck at first only broken chords, that
became inally the haunting barcarole
of "Tales of Hoffmann." It was the
air that had drifted across the garden
when lie had stood with Shirley by
the sun-dial, in the moment of their
first kiss. Over and over he played
it, imlrovising dreamy variations, till
the tender melody seemed the dear
ghost of that embrace. At length he
went into the library and in the crim
soning light sat down at the desk,
and began to write:
"Dear liluebird of Mine:
"I can't wait any longer to talk to
you. Less than a day has passed
since we were together. but it might
have been eons, if one measured time
by heart-beats. What have you been
doing and thinking, I wonder? 1 have
spent those cons in the garden, just
wandering about, dreaming over those
wonderful, wonderful moments by the
sun-dial. Ah, dear little wild heart
born of the flowers, with the soul of
a bird (yet. you are woman, too!) that
old disk is markjng happy hourp now
for me!
"How have I deserved this thing
that line come to me?-sad bungler
that I have been! Soretimes It seems
,too glad and sweet, and f ian suddenly
desperately afraid I shall wake to find
myself facing another dull morning
.in that old, useless, empty life of mine.
j pn very humble, dear, before your
lovd.
"Shall I tell you when It began with
me? Not last night-nor the day ye
planted the ramblers. (Do you know,
when your little muddy boot went
trampling down the earth about their
roots, I wanted to stoop down and
kiss it? So dear everything about
you was!) Not that evening at Rose
-wood, with the arbor fragrance about
us. (I think I shall always picture you
with roses all about you. Red rose*
'the color of your lips!) No, It was not
tna that it began-nor that dreadful
hour when you fought with me to save
my life--nor the morning you sat your
horse in the box-rows in that yew.
green habit that made your hair look
like molten copper. No, it began the
first a'te':noon, when I sat in my mo
tor with your rose in my hand! It
has never left ine since, by day or by
night. And yet there are people in
this age of airships and honking high
ways and typewriters who think love
at-first-sight. is as out-of-date as our
little grandmothers' hoopms rusting in
the garret. Ai, sweetheart, 1, for one,
know better!
"Suppose I had not come to Vir
gin ia-and known you! Mly heart
jumps when I think of it. It makes
one believ'e in fate. i lore at the Court
I found an 01(1 leaf-calendar'--it sits
at my elbowv n)ow, just as I caime on it.
The (late it shows is Miay 14th, and
its motto is: 'Every man car'ries his
fate upon a riband about his neck.'
I like that.
"That first Sunday at St. Andrew's,
I thought of a day-may it be soon!
when you and I might stand before
that altar-, with your people (my
people, too, now) aroundi us, and 1
shall hear you say: 'I, Shirley, take
thee, John-' And to think it Is really
to come true! Do you remnembher the
text. thle inisteor preached from? It was
'liut all men perceive that they have
ries, and that their faces shine as
the faces of angels.' I think I shall
go) about henceforth with my 'face
slining, so t hat all men will see t hat
I1 have riches your love for me, dear.
"I am so happjy I can hardly see the
words--or pei'hap 15It is that tho sun
has set. I amt seniding thuis over by
Uncle JIeffeirson. Senid me back just
a wordl by him, sweetheart, to say I
may comae to you tonight. And addi
the three short words I am so thirsty
to hear- over and over-one verb be.
tween two pronouns-so that I can
kiss them all at once!"
le raised his head, a little flushed
andl with eyes brilliant, iighted a
cand~le, sealed the letter with the ring
he woi'e andi dispatched it.
T iher'eafter he sat looking into the
growing dusk, watching the pale
lamps of the constellations dleep~en to
green gilt against the lapis-lazuli of
the sky, and listening to the insect
noises dulln inothe woven cou
of evening. Uincle .Jefferson was long
in returning, and lie grew impatient
finally and began to prowl through the
(lusty corridors like a leopard, then
to time front porch and1 finially to tho
diveway, listening at every turn for
the famillar' slouching step.
When at length the old negro ap.
peared, Valiant took the note lhe
brought, his heart beating rapidly,
and cariedo( it hastily in to the candle.
light, ilo (11( not open) it at once, but
sat for a fuil minute pressing it be
tween his palms as though to extract
from the delicate paper the beloved
thrill of her touch. Ihis hand shook
slightly as he drew the folded leaves
from the envelope. Hlow would it be
gin? "My Knight of the Crimson
Rose?" or "Dear Gardener?" (She had
called him Gnardener the ay, tey .,a
'net out The roses) oF peThajis even
"Sweetheart?" It would not be long,
only a mere "Yes" or "Come to me,"
perhaps; yet even the shortest missive
had its beginning and its ending.
le opened and read.
For an instant he stared unbeliev.
Ingly. Then the paper crackled to a
ball in his clutched hand, and he made
a hoarse sound which w as half, cry,
then sat perfectly still, his whole face
shuddering. What he crushed in his
hand was no note of tender love
phrases; it was an abrupt dismissal.
The staggering contretemps struck
the color from his face and left every.
nerve raw and quivering, To be "noth.
ing to her, as she could be nothing to
him?" He felt a ghastly inclination to
laugh. Nothing to her!
.Presently, his brows frowning heav.
Ily, lie spread out the crumpled paper
and reread it with bitter slowness,
weighing each phrase. "Something
which she had learned since she last
saw him, which lay between them."
She had not known it, then, last night,
when they had kissed beside the sun
dial! She had loved him then! What
could there be that thrust them irrev
ocably apart?
Without stopping to think of the
darkness or that the friendly doors of
the edifice would be closed, lie caught
up his hat and went swiftly down the
drive to the road, along which lie
plunged breathlessly. The blue star
spangled sky was now streaked with
clouds like faded orchids, and the
shadows on the uneven ground under
his hurried feet made him giddy.
Through the din and liurly-liurly of his
thoughts lie was conscious of dimly.
moving shapes across fences, the
sweet breath of cows, and a negro pe.
destrian who greeted him in passing.
le was stricken suddenly with .the
thought that Shirley was suffering,
too. It seemed incredible that he
should now be raging along a country
road at nightfall to find something
that so horribly hurt them both.
It was almost dark-save for the
starlight-when lie saw the shadow of
.the square ivy-grown spire rearing
stark from its huddle of foliage
against the blurred background. lie
pushed open the gate and went slowly
up the worn path toward the great
iron-bound and hooded door. Under
the jarches on either hand the outlires
of the gravestones loomed pallidly,
and from the bell tower came the faint
inquiring cry of a small owl. Valiant
stood looking about him. What could
lIe barn here? He read no answer to
the 'riddle. A little to one sidq et tie
path something showed snowdik6 on
the ground, and he went toward it.
Nearer, he saw that It was a mass of
flowers, staring up whitely from thea
semi-obscurity fmm within an iron
railing. He bent over, suddenly noting
the setnt; it was cape jessamine.
With the curious sensation of almost
prescience plucking at him, he took a
box of vestas from his pocket and
struck one. It flared up illuminating
a flat granite slab in which was cut
a name and inscription:
EDWARD SASSOON.
"Forgive us our tresipsses."
The silence seemed to crash to earth
like a great looking-glass and shiver
into a million pieces. The wax dropped
from his ingers and in Ilie superven.
ing darkness a numb fright gripped
him by the throat. Shirley had laid
these there, on the grave of the man
his father had killed-the cape jessa
mines she had wanted that day, for
her mother! lbe understood.
* * . . * * .
It camo to him at last that there
was a chill mist groping among the
trees andl that lie was very cold.
ie went back along the lied Road
stumblingiy. WVas this to be the end
of the dream, wvhich he had fancied
would last forever? Could it he that
she was not for him? WVas it no hoary
lie that the sins of the fathers were
visited upon the third and fourth gen
eration?
When he re-entered the library the
candle was guttering in the burned
wings of a night-moth. The place
looked all at once gaunt and desolate
and despoiled. What could Virginia,
what could Damory Court, be to him
without her? The wrinkled note lay
on the (lesk and lie henit suddenly with
a sharp catching breath and kissed It.
There wvelled over him a wave of
rebellious longinig. Th'le canidle spread
to a hazy yellow blur. The walls fell
away. lie citood under the moonlight,
with lis arnms about her, his lips on
hers and lis heart beating to the
sounid of the violins behind them.
lIe laughedl--a harsh wvild laugh that
rang through the gloomy room. Then
he threw himself on the couch and
buried his face in his hands. ile wvas
still lying there when the misty rain
wet dawn came through the shutters.
(Continued Next Week.)
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Edi(ltor Thle Advertiser:
As I have annonneeii~ d miyself a cnn
dida:t e for the lItous ~of itepresenI a
f ivlEs o our01 Sta te legisl a turie I wouli d
thankil you1 to) pl'lishi my1 jlatformi
br:ie fly stated as5 fol lows:
Ist . I helieve in low taxes fairly
levied uplon all prop eit y for Ih lisup1f
nort of the governmeni lit, ec~ioon!ca
ly administered.
2nd. 1 believe In the encourage
ment and protection of the working
man,-.andl In the advancement of the
farming and agricultural interest and
that experimental stations -for the
benefit of the farmers be conducted in
each county by and under the control
of Clemson College.
3rd. I believe in the liberal support
of our rural schools and in the main
tenance of comfortable school houses
for the conveniences of thechildren.
4th. I believoin building good roads
and bridges from the Court llouse to
all outlying partis of our county, and
that in places the roads should be re
located and graded.
5th. I believe in obedience to and
the enforcement of the law without
favoritism or prejudice and that all
our people should work together for
the common good.
6th. I believe that a member of the
legislature should devote a large por
tion of his time to the study of the
conditions of the people and the needs
of all classes and work for the good
of the whole people.
7th. I favor the two cent passenger
rate for all travelers over the rail
road,,.
F 11. .Goggans.
ThiS STORY IS UP TO DATE
Elcotric Creatures Besiege Ship in
Guff Stream, Sailors Assert on
Reaching Port.
Boston.--A remarkable story is told
by the crew of the British freighter
Itochelle. According to stories by sev
eral of the men, the delay was due
principally to electric fishes, otherwise
known as torpedo fishes, which were
attracted by the steel plates of the
vessel, and fastened themselves by
hundreds against her bottom and
sides.
The steamer was in the Gulf Stream,
north of Cuba, when she began to slow
down. The oflicers were unable to ex
plain the change in the progress of the
craft. Several sailors said they felt a
tingling sensation about their feet and
finger tips. The steamer was held
back strangely. Members of the crew
became alarmed. A sailor looked over
the side and says it was plastered with
strange-looking fishes. They were two
,r threq thick along the port side un
der water. The starboard side also
we cover*d.
eoved north ~
#10 orm n r af d
the nah dropped off and the
reuumed her speed.
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W. M Magli, a well known merchant
of Whitemound, Wis., bought a stock
of Chamberlain's medicine so as to be
able to supply them to his customers.
After receiving them he was himself
taken sick and says that one small
bottle of Chamberlain's Colic, Cholera
and Diahhroea Remedy was worth
more to him than the cost of his entire
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all dealers.
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(2) Creswell Fr
Sto Goodgions Factor:
~ ac(3) Second Kn
(4 Permelia S)
(5Nathan Bar
( Catherine I
(7 Part of Ca'
(8 The Bill Ar
(9 The Mitche
rens Road containin
One concrete st<
House and lot
Featherstone Place <
The A. J. Tayle
S. S. Boyd Plac
One house and l<
Thad. Nelson he
Four Hundred
Mars Place.
Five Hundred a<
as Henry Place.
Two Hundred a<
place, known as Moti
Four Hundred at
known as Alsie Colei
Mary C. Sulliva
Two houses and
()ne Hunidred Acres
($2,500.00) Dollars.
One H-undred and Fo
One hlouse and severa
One H-undred Acres I
D~ollar s.
* Fifty Acres near City
Fifty-two A cres in tos
($5,o00.00) D~ollars.
H-ave other Farms, H
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7OR SALE!
Place one mile of Greenville and Laurens
acres.
anklin or Knob Place on road from Barksdale
y containing 78 acres.
ob Place joining above tract containing 30
Fiockley Tract containing 27 acres.
ksdale Tract containing 58 acres.
putnam Home Place containing 19 acres.
therine Putnam Place containing 34 acres.
mstrong Place containing 65 acres.
11 Place at Barkedale on Greenville and Lau
126 and 1-2 acres.
>re room at Barksdale Station.
of Anna C. West and known as the C. C.
n West Main Street in city of Laurens.
r house and lot on East Main Street.
e on East Main Street.
)t in town of Gray Court.
use and lot on West Hampton Street.
acres five miles of Whitmire, known as the
res one-half miles of Madden Station known
:res, bounded by lands of T. M. Shaw home-.
te Place.
:res, bounded by T. M. Shaw home-place and
nan Place.
n house and lot on Sullivan Street.
lots on Laurel Street..
three miles South of Laurens for Trwenity-five Hundred
rty-six Acres near Trinity R idge School at a Bargain.
I'lots betwveen City of Laurens and Watts Mill.
ear Ora, Bramlette Place, at Twenty-three Hundred ($2,300.00)
limits at Fifty-f6ve ($55.00) Dollars per Acre.
vn of Gray Court, good dIwellinig and barni at Five Thousand
ouses and L.ots for Sale. See us I
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sident. J. S, MiACHEN, S~c. apd ITreas.