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I CAMEO i By Booth * Tarkington and i Harry Leon Wilson i I ^ A COPYRIGHT. 1909. BY THE "TJb. not to me, Mr. Randall." A pa in that same patient, emotionless tone, toI tally devoid of resentment or even in^ terest. "If?if we've been in the wrong." tremulously whispered Adele, raising her head proudly, hut pleading suppli| cation speaking strongly from her eyes, "you will set us straight, you will he fair?" For a long moment Kirby hesitated, then finally turned to the now eagerlywaiting boy. "Mr. Randall." he said, with elaborate irony, "the question involved in my conduct is so purely professional that it may he almost impossible to clear it up to the satisfaction of a layman. Mr. Ruuce, being one <>f the brethren, would compreuemi uie peifeetiv. but 1 shall have to point .-at that in my profession there are separate tastes, both high and low. ea> h controlled by its own standards.-' "You accuse Colonel Moreau of being a gambler?" said young ltandall as the other paused. "I regretfully admit that he had some claim to the title." replied Kirby. with intentional elegance of mania r, "for the group to which the 'colonel" belonged countenances certain praetices. such as the intoxication of oppouents and the elimination of chance in the fall of the cards, and this, we feel, shows a leek of foresight tending to bring discredit on the entire profession. which might in time drive its followers from their legitimate Held of industry. Tor that reason, when I discovered the late Colonel Moreau in a private stateroom of the Shotwell despoiling a gentleman who was?who was not himself. I took charge of the despoliation of what remained, intending to make restitution in the morning, when the victim should be in better condition." Young Randall being one who cherished his butreds and affections and renouueed them with difficulty, this mew and obviously accurate version of his father's suicide left him in a state of mental fog. Where Adele was only too willing and eager to believe, the boy was loath. To the girl Kirby had once appeared all that woman can think of man, but to her brother he had ever been the personification of evil. Tom had blindly nourished his hatred. Now he felt strangely bewil- j dered. self distrustful and unclean. His credulity had been shattered with | his self respect He flushed hotly at j tiie thought of how Implicitly and on soch meager evidence be had believed the specious and totally unscrupulous < Moreau. how from such a tissue of | falsehood he had carefully erected his elaborate feud. He had even stooped J to the unutterrably foul act of swear- | lag a murder upon this man. who. ] I her than being an enemy, had stood father's eoie friend. To him it was icult to relegate unto himself a new wpoint with the "common gambler" an object for admiration rather n vilification, to disinter and transtbe halo which Moreau had calmly ' >ropriated and taken with him to ; grave to this erstwhile master be, this arch fiend, titles for which name of Cameo Kirby had been a onym. Fou meant to protect my father?" t faltered at length. For the honor of the profession." i Kirby. "That's all right. Mr. idall." he added gently as the boy. ?rly crushed and fillet! with a bitter ' hatred, strove to verbally intert his abject thoughts, to frame le sort of fitting apology. "If you'll 1 me a horse to get back to the we'll call it square. I'm ready, kin." e held out his hand, and young idail. flushing hotly, grasped it ily. then turned away and. sinking a chair, buried his face in his s. lele, placing her band on her brothshoulder as if he were a child, i ed him gently and escorted him a the room. At the door she turnlooking steadily at Kirby. 'ou waited for nie this afternoon u there was danger." she said julously. "Won't you wait for me ow, wheu there is none?" I CHATTER XV. rjenrtro. Cere. it looks to B I I re like yon'd get the crirl it _afa :in<l tlit' plantation, too!" I exclaimed Bunce when at I ?ngth the two were alone. 9 "What was that yon called me 9 while ago?" returned Kirby quizzical9 but with an undercurrent of great 9 eriousness. "Nothing but a?what I *as it? Seems to me you saitl sumor ling mighty pleasnut about me. you I eing my eldest friend and therefore | )mplimeiitary. Oh. yes. nothing but 'damned gambler.' That was it." He seated himself at the table and. 5 was his wont in moments of a!>racti:>?. began to cut the cards. Bunco diplomatically ignored the ibute. The mad escapade had term; ited far better than he had expert d r thought possible, and in con-. I IM?M? KIRBYl O O Adapted From o the Play of the Same {1 ! Name by W. B. M. {) j Ferguson < > === f 11 AINSLEE MAGAZINE COMPANY ^ quence bis native fund of pood bunior bad been abundantly re-enforced. "Take Miss Randall while you can pit her." be advised. "She ain't think- j in' tonipbt of you beiif a gambler." "What do you suppose she'll think of it tomorrow? Think she'll remember what I am. perhaps?" "Mebbe she won't think of it tomor- < row." said Bu'tce hopefully. "But what about that young Veaudry? She'd never have to think of anything he's done?or was." pursued Kirby. "Pretty square sort of a fellow. Larkin. Looks to me like 1 owe him a clear field to himself." "1 ain't dentin' but what he acted a gentleman to von, (Jone. But tow's the time you got t<> think "f yourself." "looks to me you're considerable of a turncoat," smiled Kirby. pit-king up a card. "What were you saying to tne about this? There's my wife. I married that for better <>r f<>r worse?too long ago for a woman t<> come between us now. And what else was that you said? Oh. yes?'Take one good look at yourself. Oene Kirby: then take another at her.'" Buuee snutlhd feebly. "I've kind o* changed my mind since 1 said that." he mumbled. "Besides." consulting his watch, "it was a long time oao. It was last night now." Silence came, and with it the white dawn, and as still the men sat. cue mutely eying the cards, the other Ins fingers, a fugitive sunbeam, herald of rli.? in.>riiin?r. stole into the room to shame tlie smoky yellow of the lamps. In tho sunbeam's gulden wake there followed a faint breeze that stirred the curtains and sent a current of cool, pure air swirling through the stagnant atmosphere. Then there fell upon the silence, with a softness so impalpable that it seemed merely a pro- ! gressiou of the hush, the sound of distant singing. For some time strain j and source were alike indefinite, a mere setting to harmony the charm of the young morning. And then it arose like a sweeping curve of beauty until it resolved itself into the throaty, i melodious chorus of "Mississippi River." Kirby shivered, and his eyes came ; hack from the great beyond, while Bunce shook himself like a great dog j leaving the water. "There's the niggers goin' out to tba cane." he said laconically. "The mornin's here. Well, Gene?' "Well. Larkin?" The other hesitated, fortifying him- i self with a cheroot, which he content- j ed himself with chewing. Finally he arose, offering elaborate signs of de- j parture. "I hate to see a man lose out on? everything." he tentatively observed, i "Well, I'm goin', Gene. I reckon they'll let me have a boss now. Meb* - --? i ?~ De 1 uenen uavtr mo sauuicu, cu . "Well, what do you think?' parried I Kirby, slowly lifting the deck of cards from the table. "Is that my wife? Do I turn back to the old river road with i1 you. or do I"? He lifted his head with brightening vision. "Have two saddled," be added quietly, with bitter finality. Bunce nodded slowly, understanding^. Alone. Kirby remained at the table, staring and seeing not. " 'Take one good look at yourself. Gene Kirby; then take another at her,'" he mused mechanically and with dull monotony reiterating the phrase. " 'Take one good look at yourself. Gene Kirby.' I might never have 1 thought of that?1 have been so busy looking at her." As he sat there face to face with the future, striving to learn renunciation without embittermeut, the Genera!, now dressed in uightclothes, tiptoed softly into the room. "They sent me to bed again," he whispered, triumphant at his evasion, while he cuddled against the man's extended arm. "1 want to know the end of that story. Tell me." Kirby strove to assume his wonted gayety of manner. IIow long ago i? seemed since in the closed carriage ho had prompted that light hearted laugh- 1 ter! "So you made another hairbreadth escape. General." he commented lightly. "And you want to hear the end of the story?about the bad prince who was half good? 1 ? 1 don't know if I can tell you the end." "Why? Hasn't the end happened j yet?" "Yes; It's come." "But it ended all riprlit. didn't it?" ' persisted the tJeneral. with all youth's 1 eontident optimism. "Yes," said the man; "it ended all i, riplit." i: "But I want to know if he's still a i mixed prince?a mixed pood and had | prince." Kit hv pressed a weary hand over tiis throhhinp forehead. "I puess he's pret- j tv ine. ii mixed." ho confessed, still 't i sniiliiiL' hra . Th '>.:) pandered over 'Ids stntena : I h-npth he bepan to nod. "I: ' po away;" ho inurim?~cd drowsily, inqulsitiveuess battling no- | bly against outraged nature. "Yes?he went away," whispered the mau, his arm tightening about the small form. "You're sleepy, General." 1 "I'm not." protested the child, with great earnestness, opening wide his eyes only to promptly close them after an ineffectual struggle. "I?want?to? . know?the?end." He gave a vexed. ; protesting sigh; then his breathing grew deep and regular. "Your sister will tell you the end in the morning." said the man. Rising, he gently laid the now sleeping child on the sofa and with clumsy tenderness covered him with a rug. ! For a long time Kirby stood looking down upon the faithful little General, who of them all had from the tirst rnv?n his full measure of unswerving loyalty and devotion without question and without price, and this despite the influence of family pressure, ttie venom of lying tongues or the specious evidence of circumstance. He knew only that he loved: that was faith and trust .sufficient. As yet he was only a very small juvenile member in life's boys' i brigade, hut <till he had his own dim notions of standing true to the colors. When at length Kirby turned away it was t<? find himself fa< e t<> face with Adcle. IIow It . g she hag] been standing there la* di i tot blow. The fugitive sunbeam It;:.! long >;.ice vanished, as if lev.rti!;* aHiumed of taking precedence over i's majosti * pr- genitor. and ' the rot.m v as suffused by a dull. rosy glow. ! '< r a spaco girl and mail eyed oil -r in silence, both waiting for iin* ? Hi r t<< speak. Finally sin? whispered: "Am 1 to tell him the end of the story?" nodding" to tin* sleeping General. "Hut he'll want you to." "I'm afraid it won't t?? lived so that I can. Miss Kandall. You see. 1 was only waiting to say good by to you." "1I?'II?lte'il be disappointed." she ventured, with a pitiful attempt at * composure. "And?you are only waiting to say good by':" He nodded, smiling wanly. "You remember that story I told you of the rosebush and the playing cards?" "Are you and I like that?" "Just like that," he said. "I.ut some time"? Site broke off, making a hopeless, pleading gesture. "Tell him v lien he awakes," said i Kirby. taking a great breath and holding high Itis head, "the cud is that for one great day. from sunrise to sunrise. the mixed prinee was with some-1 body so good that he went away to *? *""L-o himcolf nil over. And if i U J\\> iii.t rvc?BTIXRH u n.i 1 I I he can"? He faltered and stopped: then, taking courage from her eyes, began again. "And if he car"? "And if he can," she prompted, a great wave cf color surging to cheek and neck. "And if I should wait for that?that wouldn't be the end?" "No That would be"? "It would be"? she whispered, holding him with her eyes. "Just the beginning, after all." THE E5D. H)u^)Prowi^Hl Buyers** It matters not how far from our store you live, you can shop as satisfactorily as our next-door neighbor by using the telephone, or by mail. Order your I Drug Store Goods by Phone. Phone or send your order on a postal card. We select what you order, as we select what we sell, and deliver it A at once. Cioods are right, ^ the service is satisfactory. | j The New Men Drug 1 ijj Company R. F.ZEIGLER. Mgr. * (Ireelyville, S. C. p "W/\f \J uiv;v vx vvjl w A1. p. r-.ii!!- h iving claimsagainsr the - it' o! Joe Gamble ?ill pres"ir the -ame. tl??l> auihonlicatcd, ami all pcrs -ns indebted ;?> siid estate will malic p-iv ment lo the undersigned. I S (iins-'N, Administrator, 11-17- It (J reelyville, S C. The Doctor's First Question "How are your bowels?" This is generally the first question the doctor asks. He knows what a sluggish liver means. He knows what a long list of distressing complaints result from constipation. He knows that headaches, bilious attacks, indigestion, impure blood, and general debility are often promptly relieved by a good liver pilL We wish you would talk with your own doctor about this subject. Ask^ him at the same time if he approves of Avers Pills. Do as he says. /.c.AucrCo..LoadlM^. v i'""**gq^gmgg ' : [pW |X your guest room your visitors feel they have an intimate insight into your real manner of living. ^ You want their impressions to be favorable. You j want them to be charmed with their visit. Therefore i your guest room must be most attractive. k Cretonne covered furniture makes a delightful effect and one achieved at very small eost. Come in and let us explain. Comfortable sleep is the best of all a bed-room has to Kiye. and comfortable sleep depends on a comfortable mattress. After a iui.ir journey \our quests will enjoy resting their 1 tired In dies on a soft, bouyant, firm Stearns & Foster Mattress the most comfortable mattress made. have then:??* o.50 to $22.50. c sell them on a 60 J I y:;;;r;:..tee, }our money back without a murmur if \ ii; are i.al uttialied. CAROLINA FURNITURE COMPANY | Choice Beef, Perk ? | anpuffon. f | FRbSH HOME-MADE SAUERKRAUT. \ Jj Highest Cash Prices paid for Poultry, Eggs, ^ *? Hides and Furs. & | ^ 5*/>e People's Market, ^ ? Jj H. A. MILLER, Proprietor. J miMW- VT??W?W?? I IT I 3t6aOBgCXaBBB???| pgST!^nc@srtoE fl^^UOHFA^Ecfi^lVEL ncfveen fhe? 8 North , South Florida?Cuba. I I A passenger service unexcelled for luxury f and comfort,ec; doped with the latest Pullman | Dining1. Sleeping and Thorough"#re Cars. r" For rates,schedule, iraps or en" inform;!' t 1 ' r t tion, write to I w;v;. j. cvj-3, * I ii VJI4 I . I , 1 '< ?? ShrTK;,:;r^::r u*< ;'.">? <<?.-.li,-. v..o--' ^^^?I! PAYS for our FULL BOOKKEEP1NQ COURSE SCHOLARSHIP if JB Mg^' you write at once and state where m 1 you saw this ad. Regular price is $100. To advertise thisschool, only a limited number of scholarships will be sold at the low rate of $25. If not ready now, write and have one reserved and we will let you pay later. We can also teach you by mall If you prefer. BUSINESS COLLEGE. XSTABLI9HED 180-4 INCORPORATED 1RM LOUISVILLE. KY. ?? 1 | Professional Cards. | DR. R. C. McCABE Operative Dentist and Post Graduate Dentist in Crown, Bridge and Plate Work. OtlU-e 2nd Kioor MfCab^ i'.uiKling, Jpl?osit<* Courthouse. 4 M. A. WOODS. DENTIST. Offic? over Sin^leltry Bldg. ^'PHONE NO. 62.^ LAKE CITY. - S. C W. Leland Tavlor. DENTIST. Office over I>r W V Ero. k'.i c ton's Store, HINGSTREE, - S. C. 5-21-tf. M. ID. Nesmith DENTIST, LAKE CITY, - - - S. C. W. L. BASS, Attorney=at-Law, LAKE CITY, S. C. DR. R. J, MCCABE? Dentist. KINGSTREE., - S. C Laurence li. McCullough. Civil Engineer and Surveyor Road and Drainage Engineering Land Surveying and Mapping. Nesmith P 0., S. C. J. D. MOUZON'S BARBER SHOP ?in the? KELLAHAN HOTEL is **quipp d with up-to-date appliances. Polite Serv?ce. t orapetert Workmen. 5-8-08. FOR SALEBrick in any quantity to suit purcfcas er. The Best Dry Press Machine-ros '^ a: 23I2IC25I. sr r Special shapes made to order. Correspondence solicited twtrre placing yoj/* orders. w. R KtJNK. STEVENS Am hter-tiwul Standard by wkick all tibtn are kdaf jeAged. HAMMERLESS REPEATING SHOTGUN Th* Letwt Brovai&i Patent Six Shots. List Price $27.00 j, Tbo radeot Use* known to Sbotgu Model*. Simple to Take Down. Simpler to Pot Tofetber. Simplest Mechanism in the Vorld. STEVEKS SHOTGUNS, RIFLES, PISTOLS k made In the factory cf precision with an accuracy unparalleled in the world. Ask your Dealer. Jnsi?t rn - eeing the STEVENS. - If he l a*n t ,-.1 it. ?e will senj you the pun. e?yrr-?s prepaid. oo as utade In the famous factory ^ F of p?*i rf>f? Is sent frtc the da/ I Hacker 3ffg. Co SCCC'ESVOKS TO GEO. S. HACKER & SON CHARLESTON, S. C. WE MANUFACTURE 4^ Doors. Sa*h an ! .Minds; Columns and Baluster*: Grilles and Gable* Ornament*; - ?>.-n Doors and Window*. WE DEAL IN Glass. Sash Cord and Weights. k Final DischargeNotice i- h'T.'hy that on the 2t?th ?lay of November, A I> li?10, I will apply to P M Brockinfon, .1 u<Itro of Probate of Williamsburg county, tor a final discharge guardian of Margaret L Brown. W b Brown. ll-3-4t Guard ir.n.