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CAMEO By Booth Tarkington and Harry Leon Wilson > C0TY9KUT 1999. bt m #?999>f The drifting smoke parted In shreds stud streamed sway. The startled crows had ceased cawing, end off swene where a bluejey ventered to tim? idly call Its mate. Omca more the cool oar salty had descended upon the duel tag oaks. Kirby waa still advancing, teat Obiooel atoreau. firing a little cough, hesitated s moment, then fell e small blue Indentation dlsng the purity of his lofty forehead. Cameo Klrhy looked % rarely down ^am the body of his Itte enemy; then as gravely he parted the treee end. wttk bowed head, slowly threaded his aray toward the dtetaat town. Klrhy had not long left the scene of cosulict before Tom Randsll, coming frees ea almost die metrically opposite directum, huret Into the grove and tripped headlong over the lifelese form es* Oosoael Mores a. Recovering him the boy stared la hcrrlfled amsxo tt what he had never expected to ose. That God should have thus sltf the Impious seemed impossl Aatonlsbment quickly gave place to a aenae of burning outrage, a bitter stees. abhorrence and vindlctlveness which Immeasurably overswept all gawvioua fee 11ags of treasured animosi? ty and hatred. Now, Kirby must not only for the suicide of John til. but for the death of that tUemsns f ended protector end IggfggsV Swayed by hie present emotions, of revenge end thirsting for of expressing It. young Bands 11 now stooped to en action Arn ich dishonored his name, race and ewaatry In cooler momente he would smave repudiated sa sctkm which for gautsd the respect of all decent men. ?But he wee hostage to e tempest no ns auMl ? to lent passion which counted not the sac ana to en end. Single handed fee might not hope to hnnt down Kir gey. but If be could enlist the assist Since of the authorities, make every jaan the gambler's enemy, the hitter's capture would be secured. With difficulty looeenlng Moreau'e fast stiffening Angers from their death gnip upon the pistol, young Rsndsll lustily concealed the weapon upon his person and thus by s single movement transformed wbst hsd been en honor? able end fair encounter Into a seem? ingly deliberate and cold blooded mur? der. The feet that Moreen hsd used the late John Randalls weapon, leav? ing his own st at me. Daveaac's, would fee but additional proof that Cameo Klrhy had shot down an unarmed But one living witness other Tom Randsll had been present at this excbsage of weapons, and he, 'Aaron, would be erpected to keep si? lent Revenge, may It ever be honor? able, but. honorable or dishonorable, r re enge at all costs?such wss the swt's slogan. He bad hardly resumed possession es* hie fsthsr's weapon and thus cast the stigma of murder upon Kirby several men. attracted by the and whose rapid approach had the boy to Instant action, came running into the grove. To them young Randal) breathlessly recounted hie ver? g?nn of the tragedy. "Yon eee, the gen tlatnan has no weapon." he concluded, pointing to Mores u s barren hands. This, therefore, if a deliberate and carefully planued murder Like your eetvee, I was attracted by the shot." "But there was two of 'em, for I gOBnted." put tu one of the newcomers. The murderer evidently missed at grin first fire." ask] Tom. "My name la BandaU of IMaquemloe, so you may accept by word thst I found the gen? es I have stated This is a villainous outrage. 1 happen to knew the victim, a most estimable honorable gentleman, who had misfortune to ln?*ur the ft.mlty of the notorious liver gambler Cameo Kirbv. The latter swore to get even, aad there Is no doubt he has fulfilled his murderous and cowardly It ten 'I seen this Klrby id town yestc commeuted one of the men. ex? amining with morbid curiosity Mo? resu's death wound "He's s bad egg from all accounts. Done his Job nest, ?hot from ambush. 1 reckon." "We passed him on the road ss we eeme Into the grove." added a second. ~1 know him by sight?e youugtsh looking, gray eyed blade with a sort of dandy getup to hlro. We ssked him If there hsd been s dooel, and he said yea, he thought so"? "Ffe Use, ss you csn seer cried Tom, eprtnglug to hie feet. "What road did he taker "fie' come from thst a-wsy," Intel tupted the Informsiit, pointing in the direction Klrby had taken "But you all know the road forks fnrther down." UCJo,,,,.' \v,. || N?*pnratf>, and 99 999 not escepe!" er1e<l Tom "It's our duty to hunt Usl \ ilIn In down, to aid the law all we csn DBftftng hl 9B9 thing, but murder such ns this de eervos only lynch In*. We'll show the scoundrel the same quality of mer? cy he in??. ?I out to I his poor 9fefsB99> leas rent lenuin " "Thnt's right ?h?rt shrift Bad a Inns: roi*?!" ? rhtl the men Piloted by :he inentls-r who Ii id met KIRBY Adapted From i the Play of the Same t Name by W. B. N. I Ferguson t1 A1KSLU magazine company I ?^???????O'O'O'O'O'O'O'O'O Klrbj. the small Impromptu posse quickly made Its way through the un? derbrush, emerging on tbe road which the gambler, at a point below the fork, was even then traversing When the fork of the road was reached Tom and two companions chose the right or southerly branch, while the man who had met Klrby, accompanied by a half grown youth, bore away to tbe left. Thus by another intervention of the fates yonng Randall's meeting with tbe gambler was again postponed. The former and his companions, alarming the countryside en route, reached town without overtaking or even sight? ing their qusvry. Meanwhile tbe other members of the posse had fared better?or worse. They had not long left their compan? ions before Klrby wss sighted, walk? ing leisurely with bowed bead and evi? dently preoccupied mind. Warned by the rapidly advancing steps of his self constituted judges and executioners, ho turned In mild curiosity and await? ed their approach. The farmer and his son-?for such was the relstionsblp existing between this contingent of the pursuers?came up hot and panting from their exer? tions and, meeting Kirby's cool and pleasantly inquiring eyes, became fa*' the moment nonplused snd confused. "Rather a warmish morning for such strenuous exercise, gentlemen," greet? ed the gambler. "It is obvious that your buslneaa is with me. Pray in what manner can I serve you?" The youth's loutish bearing became the more evident in contradistinction to thst of the elegant and courteous C Loonasma mobkau's fast htiffkniko pxmobms raou thkib dbath obip. gambler, and, with banging Hp, he fell back, overawed by the silent but compelling mastery of caste. His parent, however?a stringy, drawling, malarisl gentleman?was cast In a more determined and heroic mold. "Yuh all be the gambler they call Cameo Klrby," he exclaimed, pointing a threatening Hoger. "We seen yuh all come from the duelln' oaks, an' we all have Jost come from there. Yuh all have killed an unarmed man, an' we all are goln' to have ynh all np for murder." "My dear sir," replied Kirby. ar? ranging his cravat, "you ail's Inten? tions speak well for you all's respect for Justice, but I assure you all there Is some mistake. The gentleman I had the good fortune to kill entirely merit? ed his end. Moreover, he was not un? armed, but made an earnest and sin? cere effort to settle me all. In short, ours was a fair and houorable meeting, and as such matters are not prohibited by the statntea 1 really fall to see how It concerns you all?comes within the ?cope of you all's worthy usefulness." "Them big words and makln' fun cf my Inngwldge don't change the case," said the farmer grimly, "i seen yuh all's victim with my two eyes, an' so did my boy and a lot others. lie didn't have no weapon of any kind, an' that we kin prove. Lynchln' is too good for you. Mr. Klrby, an* yuh ail know it." "The devil it is." replied Kirby. "You are the victim of a mistake, Mr. Farmer, and I'm evidently tbe victim of an enemy who has concealed my late opponent's weapon. 1 will not per mit your Ignorance to swing me from the end of a rope." "Tom, run for help. I'll hold this fel low,** cried tbe fnriner. And as tbe boy ran off the malarial gentleman flung his wiry nrms about Klrby. A fierce and protrartod struggle cn aned. Klrby realizing that be was not only fighting for liberty, hot life. In thone days lynch Inw wns only too common, and he knew what to expert at the hands ?.r mi Infuriated, Ignorant orid nnreaaoning mob And In the pres ent Instance, all agplaaatlon would gfOVS futile, for mob rule Is not inilu ?need bj Judgment, and be was ni randy h dog with ? bad name. They would hang him Aral snd Inquire into the merits of lbs cans afterward, if poMslhle prompt ?ml Ignominious night >\us bta only si i\ atlon. True to his clasH, Kirby's opponent \ ? fif.kcb HTKUGkILB ENR?KD. possessed some knowledge of wres? tling, but was totally ignorant of even the rudlraeuts of pugilism, aud the younger man confined his efforts to frustrating tripping attacks while at the same time striving to free his pin? ioned right arm. This at length he suc? ceeded in doing. A vicious wrench, a clever feint, a smashing uppercut, and the malarial gentleman went down on his back, while Kirby, waving an airy adieu to the now advancing army of yelling pursuers, took nimbly to his heels. But, fleet and long winded runner though he was, capture was not thns to be lightly outfooted. The cry of "Catch the murderer!" is infinitely more potent than that of "Stop thief!" and pursuers were multiplying in his track at an alarming rate, adding at every step fresh runners to their ranks. On sped Kirby, every variety and v lass of humanity at his heels. Once or twice his way was barred by some energetic and inquisitive newcomer, but a clever dodge or a well directed blow left him to swell the ever increas? ing army of impotents in the rear. No fox doubling and redoubling on his tracks while in full view of the pack owned a more keen delight in thus staking acumen and agility against overwhelming o4ds than did the young gambler. By now the city proper had been gained, and the pursned. dashing around the first opportune corner, be? came lost to his pursuers. Kirby found himself In a quiet side street lined with aristocratic, fat lit? tle red brick houses whose drawing room balconies were little more than a man's height from the side path. He vaguely realized that he was in the heart of New Orleans' old French quarter. The street was not very long, and he did not know to where it led. Owing to the early hour the shutters of the houses were still closed, but one house seemed to be an excep? tion, for his quick, searching eyes noted ou bis right a half open draw? ing room window with its gently flap ping curtain. He had dropped into a quick walk in order to gain a much needed breath? ing spell, but now as the hue and cry of his persistent pursuers became more insistent he again broke into a run. In a few moments they would turn the corner and sight their quarry. Almost at the same instaut another chorus of cries came from the far end cf the street toward which Kirby wan has? tening. He incontinently halted, real? izing that the enemy, familiar with the neighborhood, had divided its army and sent one contingent around bis flank to head him off. He was trap? ped, for It v as impossible to advance or retreat, lxjuder and louder sounded the cries from front and rear. An? other minute and the short street would le choked with the meeting mobs. Without hesitation nor caring where It would lend. Kirby accepted the des? perate and solitary chance that was offered him. Hastily returning to the house with the open window and as? cending Its steps, he leaped high in air, caught the overhanging balcony, drew himself up, leaped over the elab? orately scrolled railing aud. pushlug aside the gently bellying curtains, stepi>ed quietly into the room. CHAPTER VII. OI1E General looked up gravely. "Dele, 1 wish you would read so rue more to me. for there are words here that are too long. Both the princes are just about the best heroes 1 ever heard of. One is a good prince aud the other a bad prince. Which would you rather be, AnatoleV" "Oh, but the good prince, of course," replied M. Veaudry, good humoredly . concealing his vexation at being con? stantly interrupted In his snatched tete-a-tete with the child's sister. "Both of 'em have so many hair? breadth escapes I Just can't tell wheth? er I'd rather be the good one or the bad one," sighed the General. "Think of this: The good prince is in a Herret passage, and the bad prince gets it Walled up at both ends, but the good prince has got a slow fuse leading through a craek to a barrel of gunpow? der under the bad prlnre's throne whore he's Bitting, lr t he doesn't know about H What kind of time was that to tell anybody he couldn't hear the rest till after breakfast?" "Drink your milk or you shall never hear any more." threatened Mine, Da fame, And the child obediently but BBwilllngly seised the huge glass and tttempted t" drain it at a draft "Y<'U are i nie like tbocatnellla," mur? mured M Veaudry, resuming his tele ??tote with Miss b unl ill. ? n is only the air of the plantation yon need to make you 11?* - rose, und we are go*u' to make you renounce these black; wa go'n' to persuade yon tc wear both the roue and the camelli? in your dress once more." "Not yet." said the glH sternly, fin? gering her black drees. "I know what you mean." he re? turned, with deep significance. "Yet I tell you I think you are gou to take off your mourning at the plantation. When you do then you will listen to what 1 have kep' in my heart so long"? "I will not listen to any other man before then," she interrupted listless? ly. "Why is Colonel Moreau not to come with us?" she add<>d abruptly, turning to her aunt. "I have such im? patience to meet bira. Are we not to see him?" "Oh, yes. Possibly he may come in time to start with us,' returned Mine. Davezac, rescuing the General from strangulation as he a^ain at? tempted to drain his milk at a draft In order to the sooner return to "Tho j Two Princes?A Romance." I "If Colonel Moreau doesn't come " : said Ann Pleydell, "that leaves an ; empty seat in the carriage. Adele, j I won't you ask Anatole to take It in- | stead of riding on horseback?" ! "Certainly, I do." replied Miss Ran? dall in the same pleasant, lifeless voice. And, although the young Creole impulsively kissed her band, she re- ' mained as strangely emotionless and expressionless. ! "Come," she added colorlessly; "you 1 and 1, Ann. have our packing to fin- i ish." "And there is a packing case in the courtyard," sighed Mme. Davezac. "Will you see for me if it is secure, dear Anatole?" Then as the two girls left the room she added gravely: "Adele has alway been fonder of you, Anatole, than of any other man. You must help to rouse her from this 1 ! gloom. She wears that mourning now more than a year. Ugh! She broods; she is so bitter, so strange, so Im? pulsive, so full ol morbid impulse. Because her father had no one to pro- ! tect him the poor child thinks she should befriend all the world which is in trouble. Last week one day com? ing home from the cathedral she has given her warm cloak to a ragged wo? man in the street. That was In the rain. Y'ou must help to rouse her, eher Anatole, from this gloom." "It Is no secret from all what I would give to make 'er happy once more," he replied, with gloomy sin? cerity. When the young Creole and his host? ess Joined the others at their packing the Generai, unnoticed and temporarily forgotten, had taken his book and se? creted himself under the table, in which city of refuge he hoped to fol? low without interruption the further adventures of his two heroes. With ail a child's adaptation to environment it was not long before he became com? pletely absorbed in the romance. Pres? ently vague and disturbing cries came stealing in through the open window, and these he impatiently shook off, for natural inquisitiveness as to their ori? gin was trivial compared to the fate of the two princes. But the voices re? fused to be thus lightly dismissed. Ex? cited cries of: "He went this way! Look in that courtyard! He turned this corner!" certainly merited the earnest attention and searching inquiry of every healthy eight-year-old whose native inquisitiveness cannot be damp? ened by being dragged from bed be? fore dawn or discouraged by the pros? pect of an all day Journey. After all, exciting fact is superior to exciting fic? tion, for the former is but temporary, while the latter is comparatively per? manent?to be used as a stimulant or sedative when real life is lacking in appeal. Turning around and looking up from under the table, the General'* inquir? ing eyes met those of Cameo Klrby, who. standing motionless by the cur? tains, was warily scanning the room. For a long moment man and boy mute? ly estimated each other, too surprised to speak. "Come; cheer up," said Kirby at length, unconsciously employing his characteristic phrase. "Don't be afraid." "1?I'm not afraid." breathed the Generai, creeping cautiously from un? der the table. "Doos the roof of this house touch the roof of the house next door?" pur- : sued the gambler, with a reassuring ?mile. j "No," said the child, round eyed. "Are there people upstairs?" "Yes, there are." Kirby considered, no hint of his di? lemma in voice or bearing. He felt that he could rely upon this child, who. with all the composure of a self pos? sessed adult, evinced no alarm or amazement at the sight of an over? heated and disarranged young man en? tering a strange house via the win- 1 dow. "Does that lead to the street?" he j asked, pointing to a door on his right. The General nodded. He was breath- j less and terrified with joy. "Are you Bon.^lKHiy making a hairbreadth es- j cape?" he stated rather than a*ked. j "1 hope so," admitted Kirby, with a smile. "Do you want to be somebody helping me to do it 7" "Yes, of course. What do 1 do?" "Go out on the balcony," Klrby gravely explained, "and look as if . nothing was the matter. Lean your ? ell>ow on the railing and tell me what ' you see." He drew aside the curtain ns the child, with flushed chocks and shining eyes, obeyed. "There are men up on that corner," announced the General at length. "IVm't point," warned the man in I the room. "How many men?" "Five. Two of them all got guns." "All rluht. Don't turn your head when 5ou s|>eak to me." "There's more men hunting through the garden ncross the street," piped the boy, wallowing in the satisfying knowledge thai nl last, by some mirac? ulous Intervention of a benefl enl proi Idenee, he had become an Indlspen? sable character In ;i very real ndven turo which nroml icd to et Up ic I lie most thrilling hairbreadth escape he had ever read. "Are any of the men looking np here?" whispered Kirby. "No? Come in, then?quick!" The boy obeying, he cautiously closed one part of the win? dow, hut refrained from drawing the curtain. "I think," impressively announced the General, approving of these pre? liminary maneuvers, "that this is bet? ter than where the good prince's trusty friend cuts his bonds. Which one are your "Which what am I?" asked Kirby, with a perplexed smile. "1 mean are you the good prince or the had prince?" "Oh. I see. Well. I'll try to be the good prince for a few minutes if you'll help me to get away. Suppose you find me a hat, eh?" The General, with that lively disre? gard for another's property which every loyal servitor of unfortunate princes must possess, instantly seized M. Veaudry's hat. which was reposing on an adjacent chair. "Thank you," said Kirby gravely, covertly examining the pistol in his breast pocket. "This door leads to the street, you say? And there are five men on the corner, two with guns?" "Yes. What do we do now?" briskly asked the boj. The other gravely offered his hand. "Why, now," he said gently, "we shake hands, and I say thank you. And next we say goodby." "All right. Wait till I get my hat." "But we just said goodby," remon? strated Kirby. "Yes. but I'm going with you. You don't know what minute yo 1 may need a trusty friend. Besides, I've got to see what happens next." "That's just what you mustn't," re? plied Kirby, shaking bis head. "Don't you look out of that window when I've gone, and don't you come near the door. What do they call you?" "General." "Well, General, I've only known you about two minutes, but I'd hate to get you into any trouble. Now, we both would be in trouble if anybody came in here, sc I've got to got out pretty quick, and we'll be in worse trouble if you try to follow me Into the street So 1 put it to you this way: If you really want to be my trusty friend just shake bands with me again and say goodby." "Will you promise I can be your trusty friend?" said the boy earnestly. "No matter whether you turn out to be the good prince 0r the bad prince, I'll always be your trusty friend?al? ways." "Always." p'edged Kirby, with the utmost sincerity. "Then shake bands." said the Gen? eral. They did so gravely. "Thank you. General." said Kirby. "I"? lie turued sharply at the sound of a softly closing door. A girl had en? tered the room, a girl whose clear pallor was accentuated by the deep black of dress and hair. She had over? heard the boy's last words, had esti? mated the tableau, and now a? Kirby's eyes met her own the warm blood crept into throat and cheek, and she said impulsively, a little catch ir her voice: "So it is the General who has had the honor of receiving you, after all. I am so glad you have again changed your plans. Now you can go in the carriage with us"? "But you don't understand,. Adele," cried her brother, while Kirby looked his astonishment. "His enemies are after him, and be had to make a hair? breadth escape through our window. He lost his hat in his flight from some? where"? ?'Walt. General. We'll finish the story after awhile," she Interrupted, smiling unrterstandtngly at Kirby. "But I tell you he climbed In the window." persisted the excited boy. **J gave him Anatole's hat" Kirby. his eyes still on the girl, bow? ed with courteous formality. ?'It is entirely tme, madam," he said lightly. Unhappily it isn't a story at all. 'I have not the honor to be here by appointment as you evidently in? fer, but simply by accident?by virtue of the only open window in the street." "And he doesn't know yet whether he's going to be the good prince or the bad prince," triumphantly added the General, proudly eying his hero. Adele drew back, frightened, un? nerved, her hand creeping to the door-, knob. "It?it is a mistake," she breath? ed, wide eyed with sudden fear. "Yon \ are a stranger"? "Please don't be afraid of my being the bad prince," smiled Kirby in his most reassuring and light hearted manner. "If you will permit me, mad? am, to take this hat, I will vanish as I Intended"? "There are men watching the streets," she said steadily, holding him with her j eyes. "I saw them from my window. 1 Is-is it that?" All fear had vanished, and in her voice there was but apparent a con* cern for him, the stranger and inter? loper. He nodded and turned to the listen? ing child. "General, do you want to be my trusty friend once more? Good! Then do Just what you did before?out there on the balcony." When the child, with eager alncrity, had obeyed. Kirby added In an earnest and steady voice: "I don't know whether or not you can believe a stranger on his bare word, but I'll try. Last night I heard that the worst scoundrel I know was In New Orleans. 1 met him at sunrise this morning :it the oaks. I went alone, and he came alone. It was a fair meeting. We tired together: he missed, but l didn't, so I bad the good luck to come away. Ten minutes later the\ tried to arrest me for murder. 1 got away, but I didn't have a long start. When l turned into this street I heard them coming from both direc? tions. There was only one chance to gei <"!t <>f sight 'he open window of a strange hou^e. i look it and." be finished v.iih a faint smile, "that's Where I nin " She was silent. Then, "Hut you said it was a 1 :iir meeting. Why. then, should they - "i can't prove it w:i > frur," he inter? rupted grimly. "I leu him lying uitb his pistol in his hand, hut it wasn't there when they found him. They ?DELS DREW BACK, FRIGHTENED, UH NEBYED. think I shot down an unarmed man because they found no weapon upon him." i "You mean it was stolen?" she asked wondering! y. He smiled, shaking bis head. "No common thief would have dared to. "Whoever did it must hate me worse than did the dead man. Stealing that pistol finishes me if 1 don't get away. That's aii. and all I can say. If you can't believe me." he added quietly, "there's only one thing for you to do ~go to that window and call those men in here for me. But If you can believe me?well, permit me to take this hat" There was a pause, during which they looked each other in the eye, he calmly waiting for her decision, she as calmly estimating him. Then she quietly left the room, quickly return? ing with a black felt planter's bat. "Take this instead," she said evenly, tendering it. "It is my brother's." Thanking her, he turned to go. But now she was at the window, and after one hurried glance she confronted him with white, drawn face and eager, re? straining hand. "Do you know they are still there, | watching?" she cried, "How cruel to hunt a man down like that! You will; never be able to get by them. Theyj will kill you." "If I start they'll know somebody, tried to get by," he returned lightly, "and they'll probably finish me one way or the other. This way doesn't involve any legal procrastinations. I That's why I prefer it." f "Don't try it, piease don't." she whispered, pushing back her heavy half. "I cannot let you make the at? tempt. It is suicide!" "Why, that's about all that's left ^o me?to make a good try," he smiled. Then, suddenly serious and diffident, he added: "May 1 tell you something? Perhaps the circumstances might ex? cuse it if it sound*- overbold for a stranger to say. But it is something: mighty precious that the last thing I beard before going out to make my try was the voice of a merciful lady ?peaking kindly to me and, more precious still, somehow, that it was yon. 1 only wish 1 was going to have a chance to remember it longer." "It isn't kindness," she returned sim? ply. Ml know that you told me the truth. I believe you are an honorable gentleman wrongly in great danger. 1 ?I have suffered so much myself that it is enough for me to know about you Listen! Would it be safe for you to cross from our front door to a car? riage?" "Don't try to do anything for roe th.t" "lf it were a closed traveling car riage?just by tue door?" she persisted steadily. "My story is true, and you have be? lieved it?somehow. But nobody else would," he said grimly. "Please do> not try to do anything for me. I don't know your family, but I'm mighty cer? tain that they'd turn me over to"? "You really must permit me to do as I think best." she interrupted, with an imperious little gesture softened by her eyes. "We must make the best plan possible under the circumstances. I It is out of the question for you to boldly leave the house, and that set? tles lt. I couldn't let you make the at? tempt if you were my worst enemy. Now, I will see that the General prom lses to keep entirely secret the method e# your entrance and on uo account to mention the word 'escape.' I know he will promise faithfully, and we can rely upon it. Meanwhile we must think of some plan. ?Tbere must sine ly he some way"? She stopped and assumed an unconcerned expression an Poulette, one of the servants, entered. The French mulatto hesitated und then, pointing straight at Klrhy. i quired. "Shall I take the colonel gee Neman's portmanteau to the carriage7" Adele turned, sudden inspiration it: her eyes. "Yes, yes!" she cried, breathless with excitement. 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