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The Valiants ^/"Virginia) HmlGfi Enninie \* Laum Stoat Oefqrrlf Ut, UUt, t j lK>bb*-M*rriP. Co. ( Shirley made some reply that wn?* lost In the whirring wheels. The oth? er's words seemed almost an echo of what she herself had been thinking. "Msybe sho married after a while, too. A woman must make a Hie for herself, you know. If she lives ?< rO, It will be sad for her, this opening of the old wound by John's coming. . . And looking so like his father?" Katharine oaused. There was a kind of exhilaration in this subtle baiting Shirley stirred uneasily, and ir tbo glimpsing light her face looked trou? bled. Katharine's voice had touched pathos, snd in spite of her distaste of the subject, Shirley had been entering into the feeling of that suppo; itltlous woman. The Judge, on Pi? front scat. tva9 telling a lowtonej story ovor his shoulder for the delectation of X incy and Deity, but Shirley was not listen? ing. Her whole mind was full of what Katharine had been saying. She was picturing to herself this woman, her secret hidden all these years, hearing of John Valiant's coining to Damory court, learning of this likeness, shrink? ing from sight of it, droadu.g the pain? ful memory It mutt thrust upon her. "Suppose"?Katharine's voice was dreamy?"that sho and John met sud? denly, without warning. What would she do? Would she say anything? Perhaps she would faint. . . Shirley started violently. Her hands, as they drew her cloak incertainly about h^r. begnn to tremble, as if with cold. Something fell from them to tho bottom of the surrey. Through her chiffon veil Katharine noted this with a slow smile. It had been easier than she had thought. She said no moro. and tbo carriage rolled on, to the accompauimrnt. of giggles over tho Judge's peroration. As it neared the Kosewood laue sho leaned toward Shirley. ?'You have dropped your fan," raid sho"?snd your gloves, too. . . . 1 ndght have reached them for you. Why, we are there already. How short tho drive has seemed!" 'Don't drive up tho lane, Llge." said Shirley, and her voice seemed sharp and e'rsngo even to herself. "The wheels would wake mother." Katharine bade her goodby with care? ful sweetness, ss the judge bundled her down in his strong friendly arms. "No," she told him. don't como with me. It's not a bit necessary. Em m dine will be waiting for me." He climbed into her vacant plnco an the girls called their good nights. ' We'll ell sleep late enough In tie morning. I p-ckon." he said with a laugh, "but it's been a great success!" ? ????*?? Era ma line was crouched in a chair In the hall, a rug thrown over her knees, in open-mouthed slumber. She started up at th?> touch of Shirley's hand, yawning widely 1 'clare to goodness," sho mutton 1 "I waa Jes' fliin't' go f sleep!" "I?I'm so tired. Etmnuline. the crown. Its heavy " The negro woman untangled lbs glittering points from tho gt?llng hair with careful fingers. 'To' b ct.lckydee-dee!" she said lovingly tmfj 0-7 v ? > The Year Was That of the Dwell the Date Was tne Diy Following the Jsts?mine Anniversary. "Tleca'n she flop all HY fsddeha enter h? r vlngs (Jlmme that o' tin OfJWH ? I like ter lain' It out th' Winder I C me on. nov. ; we go upstair.* soft So's no? f ? r sf-ji !> Mis .fudull." In the sllver> blue bt dro< in, ggej I tly unfustoned tbo boobs of tho h ivy satin gown and coaled her mis to la* on t*e ''!.i wlille el I uu ?d the n .?? i\ i?;g Im f till ?y lay in a rich i h!on. Then she t> l crouching do\ i b< !). Of n I \ lie lu a sof; crooning at ?n< , nrVr ||Mtt KtlalStrs. I. languid and rpeeelllein, Closed. The fear thai had the ... h . ?. I out r the Shir) y i i eye '' 1' Uen h?r heart by turn'* seemed a cold BBIId pressing upon its beating and an algid vapor rising stealthily over It. But her hands Wtfft hot and her eyelids burili A Finally she roused herself "Thank you, Emmalino," she said In a tired voice, "good night now; I'm going t?? sleep, and you must go to b i. too." But niono In the warm wan dirk. Shirley lay staring open-eyed rt the ling. Slowly the terror was BOilini BOOB, her, the dread, noiseless and in? tangible, folding her In the shadow ol Us Bombing wings. Wag her mother MM over whom that old duel had I i fought? Sho remembered the Wntninng Was the date of that duel?ol the death of Sassoon? the innironary hot mother kept? Sie? Bat up m kfd, trembling. Then sho rose, and opening the door with caution, crept down the stair, sliding not hot hand b<>foro her along the cool polished banister. As she passed through the lower hall, a hound on the poreh. icon ting her, stirred, thumped his tall on tho flooring, and whined. Groping her way to tho dining-room, she lighted a candlo and passed through a corridor into a low-ceiling ed chamber employed as a general re? ceptacle?a glorified garret, as Mrs. l' indridgo dubbed it. It showed a strange assemblage! A row of chests, stored with winter Clothing, gave forth a clean pungent smell of cedar, and at one side stood an antique spinet and a worn set of horsehair furniture. Shirley had turned her miserable e\es on a book-shelf along one wall. The volumes it contained had been her father's, and among thorn stood a row of tomer, taller than their fel? lows*?tho bound numbers of a "ounty >aper, beginning before the war. Tho back of each was stamped with the year. Sho was deciphering these tad* ,1 Imprints, "Thirty yrars ago," she whispered; "yes, here it is." She set. down tho candle and dragged out one of the huge leather? ed ks. Staggering under the weight, sho rested its edge on the table and began feverishly to turn tho pages, her ' tyi on tho dato line. She gtopped presently with a quick breath?she had reach* d May 10th. Tho year was that of tho duel: the date was the day following tho Jessamine anniversary. Fearfully her eye overran the columns. ? Thou suddenly sho pat her open hand on the page as though to blot out the words, every trace of color stricken from cheek and brow. But the lino seemed to glow up through tho very flesh: "Died. May 14th; 1M ward Saesoon, in his twenty-sixth year." Tho book slipped to tho floor with a crash that echoed through the room. It was true, then! It was Sassoon's death that her mother mourned. Tho man in whose arms she had stood such a liulo while ago by the old dial of Dainory Court was the sod of tho man whb had killed him! "Oh, God, sho whispered, "just when I was so happy! Oh, mother, BOtberl You lov\d him, and your la grt BfOkf Whafl he died. It was Valian: who broke it?Valiant?Val h\nt. His father!" Sho slipped down upon the bare floor and crouched there sh'iddcring ABd aguii7ed, her disheveled hair wet with tears. Was her lovo to be but thi thing of an hour, a singlo clasp? and thOn, tor. ver, nothing? His fa I deed was not his fault. Yet, how could lhi lovo a man whose every feature brought a pang to that mother she loved more than herself? So. over and over, the wheel of h? r thought, turned in the same desolat0 groove, and over and over tho parox? ysms of grief and longing submerg' d her. Noiselessly as she had dCSOOBdcd, ON pi again up tho stair. As sho pai W ?1 hot moth< r'l door, she paused B BOmonl and laying her grmi out bc1 It, prei led her lips to tite dark grain of tho wood. CHAPTER XXVIII. The Awakening. Tue sun had passed the* meridian BOll day when Valiant awoke, from a ?loop as deep as Abou ben Adlu m s, yet one WOWOod with flying tiptoe dreams. The one great, fact, of Shlr 1 \ s love had lain at the core of all those honied images, and his mind fSl] of it BS his eye:; opened, wide all at once, to tho new day. He looked at his watch and rolled from tho bed with a laugh. "Pas! twelve!" he exclaim* d. "Good heav? ens! What about all the work 1 had laid out for today?" Presently he wai splashing in the mho, ?BOOting nndor his curved hand III i ring Jetl of water at Chum, who ood about Um rim barking, no* venturing to wet s valorous paw, now : m ambling up the bank to sscbbs the watery javoli! .;. Valiant cane up the terraces with i blood bounding to a new rapture, Croi kng the garden, he ran quickly to the little close which held the sun* ?1 sad polled a single great passion, lower. He stood ? moment holding it to his. face, his BOStrtlS CBtchIng Itl I Int elusive perfume. Only last olght, undev the moon, he had stood there ' ? Shirley in hil arms A gush of I ii b Movable sweetness of that mo* ? poor* d over him. in i race sofb oed, ?landing with Ml sandaled foot d< Rp In the White blossoms, the sen on ht damp hali end the loos, rob dine,i,g to hll feoifll liml^. he gBVfl himself to a suddi n da) am. a wonderful a*Bktng dn am of k>) over goodlni yean or smhitlonleea esse; of the Dsmory Conn it should he in dsyi to come. * *????? Wfe n he snms from the little close then vs* a bow mysUi j In tin. gun* ShlnO, a frOS! and Joyous meaning ,,, the intense bi<j?j OYsrarchlna of tbu imponderable eky. Every bird note held Iti own lovt 'Secret. A wood thrush Sing it from ? silver birch be? side the summer-house, and a bob white whistled It In the little valley beyond. Even tho long trip-hammer of a far-away woodpecker beat a ra? diant ta.too. He paused to greet the flaming pea? cock that sent out a curdling screech, In Which the tentative potterack! pot terackl of a guinea-fowl tangled in if Foftiy. "Go on," he invited. "Explode all you want to, old Fire-Cracker. Hang your purpl. -and-gold pessimism 1 You only make tho birds sound sweeter. Perhaps that's what you're for?who knows?" Ho tried to work, but work was not for that marvelous afternoon. He wandered about the gardens, planning this or that, addition: a little longer sweep to the pansy-bed?a clump of bull-rushes at the farther end of the lake. He peered into the stable: a saddle horse stood there now, but there should be more Steedn stamping in those stalls onu day, good horso For an Instant He Stared Unbeliev? ingly. flesh bought with sound walnut tim? ber from the hillside. How he and Shirley would go galloping over tjiose gleaming roads, in that roseate future when she belonged to him! Uncle Jefferson, from the door of tho kitchens, watched him swinging about iu the sunfhine, whistling the "Indian Serenade." "Young murrt' feel 'way up in do clouds dis day," ho said to Aunt Daphne. "Ho wako up ez glad e? of he done 'fessed 'ligion las' night. Well, all do folkses cert'n'y 'joyed dej selves. Ol' Mist ah Fargo done eat 'bout forty uh dem jumblea. Ah heah him talkin' ter Mars' John. 'Reck'n yo' mus' hab er crackahjack cook down heah,' he say. Hyuh, hyuh!" "C'way vid yo' bbtckyardin'!?" sniffed Aunt Daphne, delighted. "Don' need ter como eroun' honey-caffuddlin' me!" I "Dat's whttt he say," insisted Uncle Jefferson; "ho did to' er fac'!" Sho drew her hands from the suds and looked at him anxiously. "Jeff'eon, yo' reck'n Mars' John gwineter fotch dnt Yankee 'ooman heah ter Dam'ry Co'ot, ter bo ounh mlstis?" "Humph!" BOOffed her spouse. "Dat hlghfalutin' gal whnt done swaller do ramrod? Xo siih-ree-bob-tail! De oldah yo' gits, de mo' foolishah yo' citations is! Don' yo' tek no mo* trouble on yo* back den yo* kin keek off'n yo' beds! She ain' gwineter run dis place, er ol' Devil-John tuhn ovah In he gravel" Sunset, found Valiant sitting in the music-room before the old square pi? ano. In the shadowy chamber tho I ? ^'s of mother-of-pearl gleamed with dull colors under his lingers. lie strack at first only broken chords, that became finally the haunting barcarole of "Tales of Hoffmann." It was the air that had drifted across the garden When he l'ad siood with Shirley by the sun-dial, in the moment of their first Was, Over and over he played it, Improvising dreamy variations, till the tender melody seemed tho dear ghost of that embrace. At length he went into the library and In the crim eonlng light sat down at the desk, and began to write: "Dear Bluebird 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 hot n cons, if one measured time h> heart-beats. What have you been doing and thinking, I wonder? I have spent those eons in the garden, just wandt ring about, dreaming over those wonderful, womb rful 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 marking happy hours now for ni"! "How have I deserved this thing that has come to mo??sad bungler that l have been) Sometimes it seems , too glad and sweet, and I am suddenly d< sperately afraid I shall wake to find myself facing anothi r dull morning In that old, useless, empty life of mine. 1 an Very humble, dear, before your love. "Shall I tell you when it. began with me? Not last night?nor the day we planted the ramblers. 11?o you know, when your little muddy hoof went trampling down the earth about their roc's, i wanted to stoop down and kiss it? Ho dear everything about you was!) Not that evening nt Rose wood, wltb Iho arl or fragrance about us, (I think I shall always picture you with ro es ill about von. lied loses tho i olor of your Hp ;! I No, ii was not tin d ?hat it I ? an nor that dreadful hour wh a you fought with me to save my life?nor the morning you sat your h'Tso in the box-rows In that yew green habit that made your hair look like molti n copper. No, it bogan the first afternoon, when l ?:?t in my mo? tor with your rose In mv band! it hs n< vor it fi u.o since, by day oj by night. And yet there are people In this age of airships and honking high? ways and typewriter! who think love at-first-sigkt is as out-of-date as our little grandmothers' hoops rusting in the garret. Ah, sweetheart, I, for one, know better! "Suppose I had not como to Vir? ginia?and known you! My heart jumps when I think of it. It makes one believe in fate. Hero at tho Court I found an old leaf-calendar?it site at my elbow now, just as I came on it. Tho date it shows is May 14th, and its motto is: 'Every man carries Iiis fate upon a riband about his neck.' I liko 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) around us, and 1 shall hear you say: 'I, Shirley, take thee, John?' And to think it is really to como true! Do you remember the text the minister preached from? It was Tint all men perceive that they have riches, and that their faces shine as the faces of angels.' I think I shall go about henceforth with my face shining, so that all men will see that I have riches?your love for mo, dear. "I am so happy I can hardly see the words?or perhaps it is that the sun has set. I am sending this over by Uncle Jefferson. Send me back just a word by him, sweetheart, to say I may come to you tonight. And add the three short words I am so thirsty to hear over and over?one verb be? tween two pronouns?so that I can kiss th?m all at once!" He raised his head, a little flushed and with eyes brilliant, lighted a candle, ?ealed the letter with the ring ho wore and dispatched it. Thereafter ho sat looking Into tho growing dusk, watching tho palo lamps of the constellations deepen to green gilt against the lapis-lazull of the sky, and listening to the insect noises dulling into the woven chorus of evening. Uncle Jefferson was long in returning, and he grew impatient finally and began to prowl through the dusty corridors like a leopard, then to the front, porch and finally to the driveway, listening at every turn for tho familiar slouching step. When at length tile old negro ap? ron red, Valiant took the note he brought, his heart boating rapidly, and carried it hastily in to the candle? light. He did not open it at once, but sat for a full minute pressing it be? tween his palms as though to extract from tho delicate paper tho beloved thrill of her touch. His hand shook slightly as ho drew the folded leaves from tho envelope. How would it be? gin? "My Knight of the Crimson Itose?" or "Dear Gardener?" (She had called him Gardener the day they had set out the roues) or perhaps 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. Ho opened and read. ]?or an instant he stared unbeliev? ingly. Then the paper crackled to a ball in his clutched hand, and he made a hoarse sound which was half cry, then sat perfectly still, his whole face shuddering. What he crushed in his hand was no note of jnder love phrases; it was an abrupt dismissal. Tne 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, ho spread out the crumpled paper and reread it with bitter slowness, weighing each phrase. "Something which sho had learned since she last saw him, which lay between loom." Sho had not known it, then, last night, when they had kissed beside the sun? dial! She had loved him then! What could thero be that thrust them irrev? ocably apart? Without stopping to think of the darkness or that tho friendly doors of the edifice would be closed, ho caught up his hat. and went swiftly down the drive to the road, along which he plunged breathlessly. Tho 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 hurly-burly of hia thoughts he was conscious of dimly moving shapes acrose fences, the sweet breath of cows, and a negro pe? destrian who greeted him in passing. He was stricken suddenly with .the thought that Shirley was suffering, too. It seemed incredible that he should now be raging nlong a country road at nightfall to find something that so horribly hurt them both. It was almost dark?save for the etarlight?when ho saw the shadow of tho square ivy-grown spire rearing stark from its huddle of foliage against the blurred background. He pushed open the gate and went slowly up the worn path toward the groat iron-bound and hooded door. Under the larches on either hand the outlines of tiie gravestones loomed pallidly, and from tho b< 11 tower came the faint Inquiring cry of a > mall owl. Valiant stood looking about him. What could he b am here? He read no answer to the riddle. A little to one side of tho path something mowed snow-like on tin- ground, and ho went toward it Nearer, he saw that it was a mass of flowers, staring up wbitely from the semi-obscurity from within an iron railing. He bent over, suddenly noting the scent; it was cape Je? samt no. W th the curious sensation of almost. pr< science plucking at him, he look a box of vestas from bis pocket and ptruck one. it tlired up illuminating a Hat granite slab in which was cut a name and Inscription: EDWARD S A SSO OX "ForglVe U8 OUr n< ?ptf*JIOS.M The Hence I i i med to ( rash to earth Wo a groal looking-glass and shiver into a million pleeoe. The wax dropped fron Iiis lingers and in the superven? ing darkness a numb fright gripped him by the throat. Shirley had laid these there, on the grave of the man his father bad killed?the cape jessa? mines she had wanted that day, for her mother! He understood. ******* It came to him at last that there was a chill mist, groping among the trees and that he was very cold. He went, back along the Red Road stumblingly. Was this to be the end of the dream, which he had fancied would last forever? Could it be that she was not for him? Was 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 canrMe was guttering in the burned wings of a night-moth. The place looked all at once gaunt and desolate and despo led. What could Virginia, what could Damory Court, be to him without her? The wrinkled note lay on the desk and be bent suddenly with : a sharp catching breath and kissed it. There v/elled over him a wave of rebellious longing. The candle spread to a hazy yellow blur. The walls fell i way. He stood under the moonlight.1 with his arms about her. his lips on hers and his heart beating to the sound of the violins behind them. He laughed?a harsh wild laugh that rang through the gloomy room. Then ho threw himself on the couch and buried his face in his hands. He was still lying there when the misty rain wet dawn came through the shutters. (To be Continued.) GREAT MUSICAL fkstival. W ill be Held at Spartanburg May Bill, Till and Ktii. The annual South Atlantic states Music Festival will be held at Spar? tanburg this year In the Converse, College auditorium <>a .May 6th, 7th' and 8th. This Is one <>f the biggest and finest n uslc il festivals held in the South and the high standard of pre? vious years will bo maintained this spring, when many great singers will bo heard. Among the celebrated vocalists to be present are Madame Frances Alda, soprano, of the Metropolitan Opera company of New York; Madame Yvonne DcTrevlllc, coloratura so? prano. Royal Opera, St. Petersburg; Madame Ceclle Talma, lyric soprano, opera of Berlin, Lclpstg and England; ? Miss Mildred Totter, contralto, lead? ing young contralto of America; Mrs. A. <I. Blotcky, contrail^; Mr. R ehardo Martin, tenor; Mr. Theodore Harrison, basso-cantante, soloist three succes? sive years ;u Bach Festival, Berlin; Mr. Charles W. Clark, baritone; Miss Sophie Braslau, prlma donna con* tralto of the Metropolitan opera Com I pany of New York. A complete program of many beau tlful selections has been arranged. On tho first night the Converse College Choral Society will be heard In ad? dition to four of the celebrated io lolsts named. The second night will have a more popular program und the children's chorus will be the local feature. The Becond opera night will aga n bring out four soloists und the Converse College Chorul Society. Fri? day evening, May sth. at 6.30, will be artists' night. A most delightful pro? gram is mapped out for this evening. ! 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