The county record. [volume] (Kingstree, S.C.) 1885-1975, May 09, 1907, Image 6
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Rates to James
The following rates to the Jar
next Friday, April 26, have beei
Season Ticket 60
Scranton $15 65 $1
Lake City 16 00 1
Cades 10 35 1
Kingstree 16 75 ]
Salters 16 95 1
Lanes 17 20 1
Gourdins 17 35 ]
Coach excursion tickets will b
opening of the exposition and wi
week thereafter. Thev are lir
tickets will be sold on the day p
sition and will be on sale daily c
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CONQUEST
By BOOTH 1
Author of "Cherry.*' "P
COPYRIGHT. 1905. BY
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(Continued from last week.)
"What!" he gasped.
"You don't need to dust it!" she went
on tremulously. And even then he did
not know who she was.
CHAPTER XI.
THERE was a silence, for if the
dazzled young man could have
spoken at all he could have
found nothing to say; and, perhaps,
the lady would not trust her own
voice just then. His eyes had fallen
again. He was too dazed and, In truth,
too panic stricken now to look at her,
though If he had been quite sure that
she was part of a wonderful dream he
might have dared. She was seated be?
side him, and had handed him her parasol
In a little way which seemed to
Imply that of course he had reached for
It, so that It was to be seeu how used
she was to have all tiny things done
for her, though this was not then of his
tremulous observing. He did perceive,
however, that he was to furl the dainty
thing. He pressed the catch and let
down the top t^nidly, as if fearing to
break or tear it, and as it closed, held
near bis face, he caught a very faint,
sweet, spicy emanation from it like
wild roses and cinuamon.
He did not know her, but his timidity
and a strange little choke in his
throat, the sudden fright which had
seized him, were not caused by embarrassment.
He had no thought that
she was one he had known, but could
not for the moment recall. There was
nothing of the awkwardness of that.
No; he was overpowered by the miracle
of this meeting. And yet, white
with marveling, he felt it to be so
much more touchingly a greater happiness
than he had ever known that at
J* ? ? ?* tn/\mi?AocSVt1r atari
L'im ii naa ouu.
At last te beard her voice again,
shaking a little, as she said:
"I am glad you remembered."
"Remembered what?" be faltered.
"Then you don't?" she cried. "And
yet you came."
"Came hare, do you mean?"
"Yes?now, at noon."
"Ah!" be half whispered, unable to
speak aloud. "Was it you who
said?who said: 'Remember! Across?
across'
" 'Across Main street bridge at
noon!'" she finished for him gently.
"Yes."
He took a deep breath in the wonder
of it. "Where was it you said that?"
he asked slowly. "Was it last night?"
"Don't you even know that you camt
to meet me?"
"I?came to?to meet?youV
She gave a little pitying cry, very
-<ear a sob, seeing his utter bewilder
cent
"It was like the strangest dream ha
fce world," she said. "You were at
&e station when I came last night
Tou don't remember at all?"
His eyes downcast, his face burning
aotly, be could only shake his bead.
"Yes," she contiwApl. "I thought no
me would pe th?e, for I bad not
written to say what train I should
take, but when I stepped down from
the platform you were standing there,
though you didn't see me at first?not
until I bad called your name and ran
to you. Y'ou said, 'I've come to meet
you,' but you said it queerly, I thought.
And then you called a carriage for me.
But you seemed so strange. You
couldn't tell bow you knew tfcet I was
coming, and?and then I?I understood
you weren't yourself. You were very
quiet, but 1 knew?I knew! So I made
you get into the carriage?and?and"?
She faltered to a stop, and with that
shame itself brought him courage. II?
turned and faced her. She had lifted
her handkerchief to her eyes, but at
his movement she dropped it, and it
was not so much the delicate loveliness
of her face that he saw then as
the tears upon her cheeks.
"Ah, poor boy!" she cried. "I knew!
I knew!"
"You?you took me home?"
"You told me where you lived," she
answered. "Yes, I took you home."
"I don't understand," he stammered
huskily. "I don't understand."
She leaned toward him slightly, looking
at htm with great lntentness.
"You didn't know me last night"
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town Exposition,
nestown exposition, which opens
1 furnished us by the agent here:
7 Days
Days 10 Days Coach Ex.-unCu
3 25 $12 00 $7 50
3 40 12 10 7 70
3 65 12 30 8 10
[4 00 12 55 8 55
14 15 12 70 8 80
14 '40 12 85 8 90
14 50 12 95 8 95
e sold on the day prior to the
11 te on sale Tuesdays of each
nited to seven days. The other
rioi to the opening of the expolunn<,r
the period of the exposiC
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0/ CANAAN
rARKINGTON,
'lonsicur Beaueaire," Etc.
HARPER BROTHERS
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! sue sain. "Do you kuo-.v me nowr
Tor answer l*e could only stare at
; her, dumfounflfcl. He lifted an unsteady
hand toward her appeallngly.
| but the manner of the lady as she saw
the truth underwent an April change
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"I'ou told mc tohorc i/ou lived," she answered.
She drew back lightly. He was fa
vored with the most delicious low
laugh he had ever heard, and by some
magic whisk which she accomplished
there wag no sign of tears about her.
"Ah, I'm glad you're the same, JoeT
she said. "You never would or could
pretend very well. I'm glad you're the
same, and I'm glad I've changed,
though that isn't why you have forgotten
me. You've forgotten me because
you never thought of me. Perhaps
I should not have known you If
you had changed a great deal, as I
I have."
He started, leaning back from her.
"Ah." she laughed, "that's ij! That
funny little twist of the head you always
had, like a?like a?well, you
know I must have told you a thousand
times that it was like a nice friendly
puppy. So why shouldn't I say so
now? And your eyebrows! When you
look like that nobody could ever forget
you, Joe." \
He rose from the log, and the mongrel
leaped upon him uproariously,
thinking they were to go home, belike
to food.
The lady laughed again. "Don't let
him spoil my parasol. And I inj3t
warn you now: Never, never tread on
my skirt! I'm very irritable about such
things!"
He had taken three or four uncertain
backward steps from her. She sat before
him, radiant with laughter, the
loveliest creature be had ever seen,
but between him and this charming
vision there swept, through the warm,
scented June air, a veil of snow like a
driven fog, and half obscured In the
heart of it a young girl stood knee deep
in a drift piled against an old plcke:
gate, her black waterproof and shabby
skirt flapping in the blizzard like torn
Balls, one of her hands outstretched toward
him, her startled eyes fixed on
his.
"And, oh, how like you," said the
lady; "how like you and nobody else in
the world, Joe, to have a yellow dog!"
"Ariel Tabor!"
His lips formed the words without
bOUUU.
"Isn't It about time?" she said. "Are
6trange ladies in the habit of descending
from trains to take you home?"
Once, upon a white morning long ago,
the sensational progress of a certain
youth up Main street had stirred Canaan.
But that day was as nothing to
this. Mr. Bantry had left temporary
paralysis in his wake, but in the case
of the two young people who passed
slowly along the street today It was
petrifaction, which seemingly threatened
in several instances (most notably
that of Mr. Arp> to become permanent.
The lower porfou of the street, lined
with three and Joi.r storr bnildings_of
j Br~k auu stone, rather grim auu uot
| facades under the midday sun, affordj
ed little shade to the church comers,
! who were working homeward in proI
cessioual little groups and clumps,
| none walking fast, though none with
I the appearance of great leisure, since
neither rate of progress wofcld have
been esteemed befitting the day. The
! growth of Canaan, steady, though nev'
?r startling, had left almost all of the
churches downtown, and Main street
the principal avenue of communication
between them and the "residence section."
So today the intermittent prot
cession stretched along the new cement
! jidewalks from a little below the
' square to upper Main street, where
| maples liued the thoroughfare and the
j mansions of the affluent stood among
i pleasant lawns and shrubberies.
It was late, for this had been a communion
Sunday, and those far in adi
vanee, who had alheady reached the
1 nrettv and shadv nart of the street.
were- members of the churches where
services had been shortest, though few
iu the long parade looked as if they
had been attending anything very
short, and many heads of families were
crisp in their replies to the theological
inquiries of their offspring. The men
imparted largely a gloom to the itinerant
concourse, most of them wearing
hot. long black coats and having wilted
their collars, the ladies relieving
this gloom somewhat by the lighter
tints of their garments, the spick and
span little girls relieving it greatly by
their white dresses and their faces, the
latter bright with the hope of Sunday
ice cream, while the boys, experiencing
some solace in that they were finally
our where a person could at least
scratch himself if he had to, yet opposed
by the decorous necessities of
tin* day, marched along, furtively
planning behind imperturbably secretive
countenances various means for
the later dispersal of an odious monotony.
Usually the conversation of this long
6tring of the homeward bound was
not too frivolous or worldly. Nay; it
properly inclined to discussion of the
sermon.
It was a serious and seemly Sunday
parade, the propriety of whose behavior
was today almost disintegrated
when the lady of the bridge walked up
the street in the shadow of a lacy lav"ender
parasol carried by Jose^ Louden.
The congregation of the church
across the square?that to which Joe's
stepaunt had been late?was Just debouching.
almost in mass, upon Main
street when these two went by. It is
not quite the truth to say that all except
the children came to a dead halt,
but it is not very far from it. The air
was thick with subdued exclamations
and whisperings.
Here is no mystery. Joe was probably
the only person of respectable
derivation in Canaan who bad not
known for weeks that Ariel Tabor was
on her way home. And the news that
she had arrived the night before had
been widely disseminated on the way
to church, eutering church, in church
(even so!) and coming out of church.
An account of her house in the Avenue
Henri Martin and of her portrait
in the Salon?a mysterious business to
many and not lacking in grandeur for
that?had occupied two columns in]
the Tocsin on a day some months before
when Joe had found himself inlmically
headlined on the first page
and had dropped the paper without
reading further. Ariel's name had
been in the mouth of Canaan for a
long time?unfortunately for Joe, however,
not in the mouth of that Canaan
which held converse with him.
Joe had not known her. The women
recognized her infallibly at first
glance, even mose ?uu uau ijuuc wigotten
ber. And the women told their
men; hence the un-Sunday-like demeanor
of the procession, for few
towns hold it more unseemly to stand
and stare at passersby, especially on
the Sabbath. But Ariel Tabor returned?and
walking with?with Joe Louden!
Ariel flushed a little when she perceived
the extent of their conspicuousness,
but it was not the blush that Joe
remembered had reddened the tanned
skin of old, for her bi-ownness had
gone long ago. though it had not left
ber merely pink and white. This was
a delicate rosiness rising from her
cheeks to her temples, as the earliest
dawn rises. If there had been many
words left In Joe he would have called
!t a divine blush. It fascinated him,
and if anything could have deepened
the glamour about her it would have
been this blush. He did not understand
It but when he saw it he stumbled.
Those who gaped and stared were
for him only blurs in the background.
Truly, he saw "men as trees walking,"
and when it became necessary to
step out to the curb in passing some
clump of people it was to him as if
Ariel and be, enchantedly alone, were
working their way through underbmsh
In the woods.
He kept trying to realize that this
lady of wonder was Ariel Tabor, but
he could not. He could not connect the
shabby Ariel, whom he lmd treated as
one boy treats another, with this young
woman of the world. I!e b id nlwaybeen
embarrassed himself and nshnm^o
of her when anything she did made
him remember that, after all. she was u
girl, as on the day he ran a way when
she kissed a lock of his hair escaping
from the bandage. With that recollection
even his ears grew red. It did
not seem probable that it wonld ever
happen again. The next instant be
heard himself calling her "Miss Tabor."
At this she seemed amused. "You
ought to have called me that years
ago," she said, "for all you knew me."
"I did know her?you, I mean," he
answered. "I used to know nearly
everything you were going to say before
you said It. It seems strange
now"?
"Yes." she interrupted, "it does seem
strange now." ? . -
"Somehow," be went on, "I doubt if
now I'd know." v
"Somehow," she echoed, with flue
gravity, "I doubt it too."
Although he bad so dim a perception M
of the staring and whispering which
greeted and followed them, Ariel, of fll
course, was thoroughly aware of it, fi
though the only sign she gave was the- S
slight blush, which very soon disap
peared. That people turned to look at ?
her may have been not altogether ta
novelty. A girl who had learned fonppear
unconscious of the continental
stare, the following gaze of the boulevards.
the frank glasses of the costanza
in Rome, was not ill equipped to
face Main street, Canaan, even as it
was today.
Under the sycamores before tbey
started they had not talked a great
deal. There had beeu long silences, almost
all her questions concerning the * *
period of his runaway absence. She
appeared to know and to understand
everything which had happened since
bis return to the town. He had not, in
bis turn, reached the point where he
would begin to question her. He was
too'breath less in his consciousness of
the marvelous present hour. She had
told bim of the death or itoger iaoorr
the year before. "Poor man!" she said
gently. "He lived to see 'bow tbe other
fellows did it' at last, and everybody
liked bim. He was very happy over
there."
After a little while she had said that,
it was growing close upon lunch time;,
she must be going back.
"Then?then?goodby," he replied
ruefully.
"Why?"
"I'm afraid you don't understand. It:
wouldn't do for you to be seen with
me. Perhaps, though, you do understand.
Wasn't that why you asked me
to meet you out here beyond the
bridge?"
In answer she looked at him full and
straight for three seconds, then threw
back her head and closed her eyes tight
with laughter. Without a word she
took the parasol from him, opened It
herself, placed the smooth white coral
handle of it in his hand and lightly
took his arm. There was no furttierdemur
on the part of the young mAn.
He did not know where she was going.
He did not ask.
Once Ariel smiled politely, not at Mr. ^
Louden, and Inclined her head twice,,
with the result that the latter, after
thinking for a time of how gracefully
she did it and how pretty the top of
her bat was, became gradually con- 'M
scious of a meaning in her action?that i8
she had bowed to some one across the fl
street. He lifted his hat, about four /M
minutes late, and discovered Mamie fa
Pike and Eugene upon the opposite si
pavement walking home from church 8
together. Joe changed color. H
The sound of Ariel's voice brought 8
him to himself.
"She is lovelier than ever, isn't she?'"
"Yes, indeed," he answered blankly. |
"Would you still risk"? she began,
smiling, but, apparently thinking better
of it, changed her question: "What
Is the name of your dog, Mr. Louden?
You haven't told me."
"Oh, he's just a yellow dog." he evaded
unskillfully.
"Young man!" she said sharply. t T
"Well," he admitted reluctantly, "I
call him Speck for short."
"And what for long? I want to knew
his real name."
"It's mighty Inappropriate, because
we're fond of each other," ??aid Joe,
"but when I picked him up he was soyellow
and so thin and so creeping and
so scared that I christened him 'Respectability.'
"
They were now opposite the Pike ,
mansion, and, to his surprise, she turn- . . .
ed, indicating the way by a touch
upon his sleeve, and crossed the street
toward the gate, which Mamie and
Eugene had entered. Mamie, after ei- i JZA
changing a word with Eugene updtt
the steps, was already hurrying lnt&
the house.
Ariel paused at the gate as If wait
Ing for Joe to open It. <
"nnn't vnn know?" she cried. "I'm i
staying here. Judge Pike has charge
of all my property. He was the administrator
or something." Then, see-'
ing him chopfallen and aghast, she
went on: "Of course you don't know.
You don't know anything about me. *
You haven't even asked." g
"You're going to live here?" Jie
gasped.
"Will you come to see me?" she <
laughed. "Will you come this after- j
noon?" <
He grew white. "You know I can't,"
be said.
"You came here once. You risked a
good deal then just to see Mamie <
dance by a window. Don't you dare a
little for an old friend?"
"All right," he gulped. "HI try."
Mr. Bantry bad come down to the /
gate and was holding It open, bis eyes
fixed upon Ariel, within them a rising
glow. An Impression came to Joe afterward
that his stepbrother had looked
vprv handsome.
"Possibly you remember me, Miss 1
Tabor?" said Eugene In a deep and ]
Impressive voice, lifting bis bat "We
were neighbor^, I believe, in tbe old j
days."
She gave bim her band in a fashion ]
somewhat mannerly, favoring him
with a bright, negligent smile. "Oh, !
quite," she answered, turning again to !
Joe as she entered the gate. "Then I ;
shall expect you?"
"I'll try," said Joe. "I'll try." M
He stumbled away, Respectability ^
and he together interfering alarmingly I,
with the comfort of Mr. Fliteroft, who 1
had stopped In the middle of the pav*
ment to stare glassily at Ariel. Eu- *
gene accompanied the latter into the \
house, and Joe, looking back, under- j
stood. Mamie had sent bis stepbrother I
to bring Ariel In?and to keep him ;
from following.
"This afternoon!" The thought took !
away his breath, and he became paler. !
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