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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
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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. !
The committee In charge of the
selling iif ill*' Chuutauquu tickets and
making arrangements for the Chau
tauqua in Sumtcr la composed of
Messrs, E. L. Wlthorspoon, chairman;
n. l, Blrchard, secretary; R. J. Bland
and E. 1. Reardon in charge of ticket
sale. The Chautauqua is held under
the auspices of the Sumter Y. M. C.
A. and will bo one of tlie blggeet
things which has ever come to Sum?
ter. The dtae is May 10th to I6th, In
cluslve and there are twenty attrac?
tions.
I Women who suffer rrora the weaknesses I
? pocultsr t'? .v.cir ica sei d ? i Uallxlp ! lealo f
and a purl hing romedy. This h t\irnished j
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dering Bnbjr?
HpartanbuiK, April 10.?Clyde
Clement, ih? ?boy, Jointly
charged with m K^ neta Pondlpton, ;i
telegrapher, with the murder of
their baby daughter, pleaded not
guilty when arraigned In gonoral
sessions court nere today. Ho said
he was not ready tor trial. Miss
rendition waived arraignment
Thursday was tentatively fixed as the
day for the beginning of the trial.
Clement, pale end nervous, was evi?
dently under u tense .strain as he
stood for five minutes in the prison*
er's dock with two thousand eyes fo?
cused upon hint, and listened to the
rea ling of the Indictment. He smiled
painfully when the ordeal was over,
and he was returned to jail. True
billd were returned against the couple
by the grand Jurj at noon. Clement
is alleged to have thrown the baby
from a bridge into a creek. *'iss
Pendleton, In a confession, said she
was coerced Into acqulesence.
Heal Egtafe Transfers.
Charles U Cuttino to Charles G.
Rowland, lot on Pear .Street, $1,500.
T. C. Williams Realty Company to
W. L Whitehead, 56 acres more or
less, $5.
T. c. Williams to W. I. Whitehead,
56 acres in county, .*3 and other con?
siderations.
W. f. Whitehead to w. n. Lyle?,
56 . eres In county, $5 and other con*
side rat iona
Mr. Lucian I. Strauss of Sumter has
been appointed ;i delegate to the Na?
tional Drainage Congress at Savannah
by Commissioner of Agriculture E. J.
Watson. The drainage congress
will be held April 20th and 27th.
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