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3 TheValiants ?f Virginia Haffie Emdnie Rive* tat ? tiDyjrtghw U.i, uj IWtbft-aUrriUCo. CHAPTER XXIX. Ths Coming of Greet King. V was Sunday after..oon, and under tho hemlocks. Kickcy Snydor had gath? ered her mlutons?a dozen children from th? near by houses with the usual sprinkling of tittle blacks from the kitchens. There were parents, ot course, to whom this mingllne of color and degree wee a matter of com en tlonal prohibition, but since the ad Tent of l'.ickdy, in whoso soul lay a Napoleonic Instinct of leadership, this wss more honored in tho breach than m the observance. My! Ain't It scrumptious here now!" sail OogJ (\ibelt, hanging ycl how lady clippers over her ears. "1 wish we could play here always." "Mr. Valiant will let us," said Rick? ey. 11 esked him." "Oh. ho will," responded Cozy gloom? ily, "but he 11 probably go and marry somebody who'll bo mean about it." "Kverybody doesn't get married," said one of the By log twins, with mas lino assurance. "Maybo ho won't." "Much a boy knows about it!" re? torted Cozy scornfully. "Women have to, and somo one of them will make him. (Greenville Female Seminary Simms, If you slap that little nigger again, 1 11 slap you!)" Oreenle rolled OTer on the grass and ti'tercd. "Miss Ma'tle Sue dldnV she said. "Ah heah huh say do yuddab day et wuz er moughty good tedln* asf go ter bald Mlstis en git up Mars* tab!" ' Well," said Cozy, tossing her head till the flower earrings danced, "I'm going to get married If the man hasn't got anything but a character and a red mustache. Married women don't have to prove they could have sot e husband if thoy had wanted to." "Let s play something," propoeed Rosebud Meredith, on whom the dis? cussion palled. "Let's play King, King Katlko." "It's Sunday!"?this from her small? er and mire righteous sister. "We're forbidden to phiy anything but Bible games on Sunday, and If Rosebud does. I'll t. -Jay-bird tattle-tale!" sang Rosebud derisively. "Don't care if you do!" "Well," de. i ? I Kickcy. "We'll play Sunday school then. It would take a ealnt to object to that. I'm superin He Bent Over, Suddenly Noting the Scent; It Was Cape Jessamine. tendent and this stump's my do.k. All you children sU down under that t. ?e." They ratutcn th nuelves in two rows. Hal white children, in th r u Sab? bath pinafores and goto-in? Sting knickerbockers, In front and the col < d oi ? ??: {hams and cotton prtn's, in tho r-.ir -Hie habitual ex? pression of a differing social station. "Oh'" shriek, d Mi t'ab.dl, "und 1 11 bo Mrs. Merry cathef Mat on and teach tho infants' < hsfg," "Thorn Isn't any infant clavs," said !t c key. "How could there be when there aren't any Infant ?? The leesoa Is over and I've just r.ing the l>. |] Tor si tenon children, thi.- |g Mleelonary Sunday, and I'm glad to see * > many I' any faccn here today. Coo/' the said ? * b at lag. "you can be the organ lit if you want '<>. ' ? m 11.' sale1 l o/y sullenly, 1 if i I he '1 t be diahr r.$." "All riKht, you needn't." retorted ll e|;ey tr. , / rly. "Sit Up, Ore. I People deal Hi on their backs it. fbiiiday-si hool." Ore. roe rnteaed d imnlly, and right? ed herself vath in}n.--d rtOWHsl "Ah ?, dun?* ter r. ;.' yo* 'tvult. Mickey Snvdnh." sin? ..ml ' And nnhah lose ii ih 'llgi'ot tl t'i in Vi I / at ye. Kn \h " ,a es yo* s; di? a.utV i'" "Let u all Hen," eontinued Richer ii'iriiiiv> d. "and ij I. Im lOM I one tr.?* ' " And 1 ho t i no t: up Instil,-, !>? !'lig lim*? on t*u ? tur.p v ub a Stick, mid the row:: of child;- B j i re d in with unction, the eokored eontlngenl comicg out strong on the eJMrfne; Pc y. rf shall to full ob de wunduhful story As WfttahS dat covah do sea! The clear voices in the quiet. air rtartled the fluttering birds and sent a squirrel to the tip-top of an oak, from which ho looked down, Hirt ins; oil brush. They roused a man. too, who had lain in 1 sadden sleep nude;* a bush at a little distance, lie was fed and soiled and his heavy bru I I ice, covered with a dark stubble )f some days* growth, had nn Ugly aar slanting back from cheek to hair, ?on. ,, ??ting up, he rolled over to miand a bettor flew, and set Ut3 s, blinking from their slumber, on he children. "We will now tako up the collec? tion." said Rickey. ("You car do it, June. Use a Hat ptOOO of bark.) He member that, what we give today is lor the poor heathen in?in Alabama." The bark-slab made its rounds, re? ceiving leaves, acorns, and an occa? sional piu. Midway, however, there STOflt a shrill shriek from the bearer and the cop ?otion was scattered broad? cast. "Roeebud Meredith," said Rick? ey witheringly, "it would servo you right for putting that toad In the plate If >our hand would get all over warts! I'm sure I hope it will." She rescued the fallen piece of bark and an? nounced: "The collection this after? noon has amounted to a hundred dol? lars and seven cents. And now, chil? dren, we will skip the catechism and 1 will toll you a story." Hfjf auditors hunched themselves nearer, a double row of attentive white and black faces, as I;ickey with a pre? liminary bass cough, began in a drawl? ing tone whoso mimicry called forth glggjsj of osctasy. "ThOfl were once two little sisters w ho went to Sunday school and loved their teacher ve-e-ery much. They sjgfg always good aid attentive?not like that littlo nigger over there! The one with his thumb in his mouth! One was little Mary and the other was little Susy. They had a might v rich uncle who lived in Richmond, and once ho come to see them and ggye them each a dollar. And they were \ i e ery glad. It wasn't a mean old paper dollar, all dirt and creases; nor a battered white;' silver dollar; but It was a bright round gold dollar, right out of the mint. Little Mary and little Susy could hardly sleep that night for thinking of what they could buy with those gold dollars. "Karly next morning they went I down-town, hand in hand, to the store, and little Susy bought a bag of goober \Wk\% and sticks and sticks of striped : candy, and a limber jack, and a gold ring, and a wax doll with a silk dress on that could open and shut its eyes?" "Huh!" said the captious Cozy. "You can't buy a wax doll for a dollar. My littlest, littlest one cost three, and Sil? didn't have a stitch to her back!" "Shut up!" said Rickey briefly. "Dolls were cheaper then." She looked at the row of little negroes, goggle* ? fad at the vision of such largese. "What do you think little Mary did with her gold dollar? She loved dolls and candy, too, but she had heard about ?M poo oo-r heathen. There was a tear In her eye, but she took the dol? lar home, and next day when she went to Sunday-school, she dropped it in the mis.-donary-box. "Little children, what do you reckon j became of that dollar? It bought a bij? satchelful of tracts for a mission* ary Hg had been a poor man with . eblldl IB and a wlfo with a bon? t lOQ tu bar right hand?not a child old enough to wash dished and all of them young enough to fall In the tire? so he bad to go and be a missionary. Ii - v to Alaham to a canni? bal ' indi and he took the tracts and pa;i " as \y in a ship that landed him on the shore. And when the heathen in Iba! saw him they wore ve-e-ery glad, for there hadn't been any ship* wrecked sailors for a long time, and they were ve-e-ery hungry.' So they tied tip the missionary and gathered a lot of wood to make a tire and cook MBtlt is had rained and rained and ralni d for so long that tho wood was 1 * ind II wouldn't bum, and they ill d b. cause they were so hungry. And then they happened to find the satchelful of tracts, and* the tracts rs O Ory dry. They took the and stuck them ander the wet wood, and the Ira-'f:: bin tied and tho wood Caught lire and they cooked tbe mis? sionary and ate him. "Now, little children, which do you think did the most pood with her dol I kittk Susy at little Mary?" The 1 root row Sniggered, and a sigh came from the colored rank.-. "Dem nr' can'bale," gasped a dusky infant b;?. 1 lessly, ' ? day done oat up nil dat candy and dem goober-peas, too?" 'I hO inquiry was drowned in a shriek from several children III unison. They scrambled to their ft at, casting fear? ful glanc' I OTt r their shoulders. Tho man who hod been lying behind the bush tirfid risen and was coming toward them al a slouching amble, one foot dragging slightly. His appearance, in? deed, was enough to cause panic, with I his savnpe face, sot bow In a grin, and^ I hl*? tramp-like co-tune*, in* looked I fierce and gnifJ I like. White and black, thi children find like startled rabbits, older on- s dragging younger. Without ? backward l"?>k ill Sgte Hi k- .. who stood quite still, her wld ?ning eye? fixed 00 loin in a kind of blanched fast loated tenor. He ( true close to her. never taking his eyes from hi rs, then put his heavy grimy hand ander her chin and turned her twitching face apwgrd, chuckling. Ain't gfeard, d n mo!" ho said with admiration, "Wouldn't skedaddle with th' fine f-dkn* white-livered young I 'uns! Know who I am, don't >e?" ire- f King." Hi k . i llpi rattier Im med than spoke the name, 1 ?n-1'? An' I know you, too dot , ih same look g| when ye wuxn't no high* r n my knee. Bo ye ain't at th* Dome no mo', eh! Purkle an' fine linning an' a eddication. Ilo-ho! Ooin1 ter make ye another ladyess like the sweet ducky-dovey that reecooed ye Iron th' lovln' embrace o' yer fond ?tep-parlent, eh?" Rickey's email arm went suddenly otit and her fingers tore at hll shirt band. "iJon't you," she burst in t? "There He Goes!" He Said With Bit? ter Hatred. ; paroxysm of passion; "don't you even ?peak her name! If you do, I'll kill 1 you!" So fierce was her leap that he fell back a step in sheer surprise. Then he laughed loudly. "Why, yo little spittin' wile-cat!" he giinned. Ho leaned suddenly, gripped her wrist and covering her mouth tightly with hin palm, dragged her behind a clump of dogwood bushes. A heavy step was coming along the wood-path, lie held her motionless and breathless in this cruel grip till the pedestrian had passed. It was Major P.ristow, hts epruce white hat on the back of his head, his unsullied waistcoat dappled with tho leaf-shadows. He stepped out briskly toward Pamory court, swinging his stick, all unconscious of tho fierco scrutiny bent on him from behind the dogwoods. Greef King did not withdraw his hard till the steps had died In the dis? tance. When he did, he clenched his flet and shook it in the air. "There he goes!" ho said with bitter hatred. "Yer noblo friend that sent me up for six years t' break my heart on th' rock-pile! Oh, he's a top-notcher, ho Is! Hut he's got Greef King to reckon witli yit!" He looked at her balefully and shook her. "Look-a-yere," he said in a hissing voice. "Yo remember me. I'm a bad one ter fool with. Yer maw foun* that out, I reckon. Now ye'll promise me yell tell nobody who ye've seen. I'm only a tramp; d'ye hear?" He shook her roughly. Rickey's fingers and teeth were clenched hard and she eaid no word. He shook her again viciously, the blood pouring into his scarred face., "Yo snlveli..* brat, ye!" ho snarled. "I'll show yer!" Ho began to drag j her after him through the bushes. A few yards and they were on the brink of the headlong ugly chasm of Lovers* Leap. She cast ono desperate look about her and shut her eyes. Catching her about the waist ho leaned over and h^hl her out in mid-air, as if eho I had been a kitten. "Ye ain't seen me, hev yer? Promise, or over ye go. Yo won't look so pretty when ye'ro layin' down there on them rocks!" The child's face was paper-white and she had begun to tremble like a leaf, hut her eyes remained closed. "One?two?" ho counted deliber? ately. Her eyes opened. She turned one shuddering glanco below, then her resolution broke. She clutched his arm and broke into -wild supplications. ' I promise, I promise!" ehe cried. "Oh, don't let go! I promise!" Hi s? i her on the solid ground and released h?r, looUi ig at her with a sneering laugh. "Now we'll see of yo belong here or up ter iLui's-l !alf 1 Acre," ho said. "Fine folks keeps the ir promises, I've heerd tell." Rickey looked at. him a moment shaking; then she burst Into a passion of sobs and with her face averted ran from him like a deer through tho bushes. CHAPTER XXX. In the Rain. Shirley stood looking out at the rain. It was falling in no steady downpour which held forth promiso of ending, but with a gentle constancy thai gave the hills a look of sudden < comfort and made disconsolate miry pools by tin* roadside. The (doials wero not too thick, however, to lei through a dismal gray brightness thai shone on the foliage and touched with glletenlng lines of high-light the draggled tufts of the soaked blue*; gt ass. Now and the i, across the drip i ing fields, fraying Bkeins of mist wan? dered, to lie curdled in the flooded hollows where, here and there, cattle stood lov ing at Intervals in a mourn* fill key. The Indoors had become Impossible to her .'he was sick of trying to read, sick of the end'a BS pacings, an I purposeless invention of needless tasks, she wanted movement, the cobwebby mist about her knees, the wet m n In her face. She ran upstairs and came down clad in a ??::> e Bcarlet jersey, with leather gaiters ami a soft hat. Bmmallne saw her thus accoutered with disapproval. "Lawdy mercy, chile!" she urged; "you ain't goiu1 out .' it's ralnln1 cats en dawgs!" ' I'm neither BUgar nor salt. Kmma llne," responded Bhirloy llsth ly, dragging nn her rain-coat, "ami the ! walk will do me good." I On the sopping lawn she glanced j up at her mother's window. Since the night of the ball her own panging self consciourness had overlaid the fine and sensitive association between them. Sho had been full of horrible J feeling that her face must betray Ii *r and the cause of her loss of spirits be guessed. ITer mother, had, in fact, been troubled by this, but was far from guessing the truth. A somewhat long indisposition had followed her first sight of Valiant, and sho had not witnessed the tournament. She had liung upon Shirley's description of it, however, with an excited interest that the other was later to translate in the light of her own discov ?ry. If the thought had flitted to her that fate mlglil hold something deeper than friendship in Shirley's acquaintance j with Valiant, it had been of the vaguest. His choice of her as Queen t of Beauty had seemed a natural hom- j ago to that swift and unflinching act of hers which had saved his life. Thore was in her mind a more ob? vious explanation of Shirley's altered demeanor. "Perhaps it's Chilly Lusk," she had said to herself. "Have they had a foolish quarrel, I wonder? Ah, well, in her own time she will tell me." e e a a e a e There was some relief to Shirley's overcharged feelings in the very dis? comfort of the drenched weather: the sucking pull of the wet clay on her boots and the flirt of the drops on her cheeks and hair. She thrust her dog? skin gloves into her pocket and held her arms outstretched to let the wind blow through her fingers. The mole- | ture clung in damp wreaths to her , hair and rolled in great drops d^wn her coat as she went. The wildest, most secluded walks had always drawn her most and she instinctively chose one of these today. It was the road whereon squatted Mad Anthony'! whitewashed cabin. "Dan's er man gwinc look in dem eyes, honey, en gwine make 'em cry en cry." She had forgotten the incident of that day, j when ho had read her fortune, but now the quavering prophecy camo bade to her with a shivering sense of reality. "Fo' dan's liah en sho ain' afeah'd, ei dab's watah en ehe ain* afeah'd. Et's de thing whut eat de ha'at outen de breas*?dat wtiut she afeah'd of!" If it were only fire and water that, threatened her! She struck her hands together with an inarticulate cry. She remembered tho laugh in Valiant's eyes as they had planted tho roses, the characteristic gesture with which he tossed tho wav- | ing hair from his forehead?how she j had named the ducks and the pea-; cock and chosen the spots for his flowers; and she smiled for such mem-! orlcs, even in the stabbing knowledge that these dear trivial thiugs could mean nothing to her in tho future. She tried to realize that he was gone from her life, that h'? was the one man on earth whom to marry would be to strike to the heart her love and loyalty to her mother, and sho said this over and over to herself in varying phrases: "You can't! No matter how much you love him, you can't! His father deliberately ruined your mother's life ?J-your own mother! It's bad enough j to love him?you can't help that. But you can help marrying him. You would hato yourself. You can never; kiss him again, or feel his acms around you. You can't touch his hand. You mustn't even see him. Not if it breaks your heart?as your mother's heart was broken!" She had turned Into an unbeaten Tay that ambled from the road through a track of tall oaks and pines, scarce more than a bridle-path, wind? ing aimlessly through bracken-strewn depths so dense that even the wild roses had not found them. In her childish hurts she had always fled to the companionship of tho trees. She had known them every one?the black gum and pale dogwood and gnarled hickory, tho prickly-balled "button v.cod," the lowly mulberry and tho majestic red oak and walnut. They had seemed friendly and pitying coun? selors, standing v.bowt her with arms intertwined. Now, With the rain weep? ing in soughing gusts through them,' they offered her no comfort. She sud? denly threw herself face down on the soaked moss. "Oh, God!" she cried. "I love him so! And I had only that one evening. It doesn't seem just. If I could only have him, and suffer some other way! He's suffering, too, and it isn't our fault! We neither of us harmed any* o:: ! Tie Isn't responsible for what Ills father did?why, he hardly knew him! Oh. Clod, why must it be so hard for US? Millions of other people love each other and nothing separate! them like Miis!" Shirley's \v:n'm breath made a little fog against the star-eyed moss. She was scarcely conscious of her wet and clinging clothing, and tho soaked strands of her hair. She was BO wrapped In her desolation that she no longer heard ti e sound of the perse* v< ring rain and the wet sw ishing of the bushel parting now to a hurried step that fell almost without sound on the Bpongj forest soil, She started up suddenly to see Valiant before her. He was In a somewhat battered walking suit of brown khaki, with a leather b?di and a felt hat whose brim, stiff with the wet, was curved down visor-wise over his brow, in an in? stant he had drawn her upright, and they Btood, looking at each other, drenched and trembling. "Hou can you?" he said with a roughness that sounded akin to anger. "Here In this, atrocious weather?-like this!" he laid a hand on her arm. "You're wet through." "1-1 don't mind the rain," she an swen d, drawing away, yet feeling with a guilty thrill the masterfulness of his tone, as well as its real concern, i "I'm often wet." His gazo searched her face, feature by feature, noting her pallor, the blue black shadows beneath her eyes, the caught breath, uneven like a child's from crying. He still held her hands In his. "Shirley," he said, "I know what you intended to tell me by those flowers? I went to St. Andrew's that night, In the dark, after I read your letter. Who told you? Your?mother?" "No, no!" she cried. "Sho would never have told me!" His face lighted. With an irresist? ible movement he caught her to him. "Shirley!" he cried. "It shan't be! It shan't, I tell you! You cau't break our lives in two like this! It's un? thinkable." "No, no!" she caid piteously, push? ing him from her. "You don't under? stand. You aro a man, and men? can't." "I do understand," he Insisted. "Oh, my darling, my darling! It isn't right for that spectral thing to come be? tween us! Why, it belonged to a past generation! However sad the out? come of that duel, it held no dishonor. I know only too well the ruin it brought my father! It's enough that It wrecked three lives. It shan't rise again, like Banquo's ghost to haunt ours! I know what you think?I would love you the more, if I could love you more, for that sweet loyalty-? but it's wrong, dear. It's wrong!" "IPs the only way." (To be Continued.) INSURING STANDS BY Ct'LTl VA TION. Frequent Use <>?" Wecdor and Sectios) Harrow Will lYevenl Land Frosn Baking. Clemson College, April ?Shallow cultivation la a practice upon which depends In no small measure the suc? cess of a Smith Carolina farmer's crops. This matter has been brought to the attention of farmers of Clemson College and notice of it is especially timely at this season. "The season is now on for plant? ing," said WJ. H. Barton, assistant State agent ?>f demonstration, "and therefore for cultivation. which! should begin even before the plants arc out of the ground. The weeder or harrow, or even the drag, pulver? izes the top soil, destroys both weed and grass seeds in the sprouting Stage, ami leaves a clean surface for young plants. This cultivation makes ,i good stand more certain and con? serves und:,tare which will be great? ly needed in the later growth.of the ' ' i crops, especially in the development of fruit 'Ordinarily, every seven to ten days Is regarded as sufficiently fre? quent for cultivating, it often hap* i? ns, however, that the best results aro obtained by cultivating more ' frequently; indeed, as frequently as ' it rains ami a soil c rust is formed. "Moisture is tho greatest necessity j for the bui ressful production of crops and frequent shallow cultiva? tion is the key to its conservation in so far as evaporation is concerned. This, however, will not prevent the leaching away of large quantities of moisture where the 'soil is not suf licicntly supplied with humus. "Frequent use of the weeder and section harrow is urged now just after tin heavy rains we have had en all of our plowed lande. This is for the purpose of breaking up the soil crust and preventing it from be? coming hard ami baked. The use of such Implements should be continued on lands which are liable to bake un? til a good germination and stand are secured. Afterwards such soil should be cultivated deeply the drat time to open up the seed bed and facilitate the penetration of the roots into their feeding areas." There Is more Ctarrh in this section of the country than all other diseases put together, and until the last few years way supposed to be incurable. For s great many years doctors pro? nounced it a local disease and pre? scribed local remedies, and by con? stantly failing to cure with local treatment, pronounced it Incurable. Science has proven catarrh to be a constitutional disease, and therefore requires constitutional treatment. Hall's Catarrh Cure, manufactured by b\ J. Cheney ft Co., Toledo, Ohio, Is the only constitutional cure on the market. it Is tak< n internally in doses from io drops to a teaspoonful, It acts directly on the blood and mu? cous surfaces ??f the system. They >Pfer one hundred dollards for any case it i'ails to cure. Send for circu? lars and testimonials. Address: l\ J, Cheney & Co., To? ledo, (). Sold by druggists, 75c. Take Hall's Family rills for constl nstton FOR SERVICE Stud-Half Blaze, Regis? tered combination Stal? lion. Is at stublos of Harby-Epperson Go. A. D. HARBY. O'NII.VLGIIXESSY LEAVES MEXICO starts for Vvrm fJrtu on Special Train f ml wer Ksoort of Federal Troops. Washington, April 24.?The follcw Ing telegram from Charge o'Shaugh nessy eras Bcnl to (ho navy depart? ment lute tonight l>y Admiral Fletch er! l am leaving for Vera Crui In a ?peelal train tonight, aceompanlad ??y the st;iff ?.i thin embassy and an escort of Mexican troops. The Mexican troops will accompany me until they are told to stop by their commander. My train should arrive In the neigh? borhood of Veia Crux, thai is. at tho place where the Mexican troops will leave me, some time during the morn? ing. "I have the honor to request thai you will make tbe necessary ir rangementa In order that the train may be permitted to enter Vera Cm/., and if this he impossible, to mi so such arrangementa ae may be dictated by circumstances In order that 1 fl ay be permitted to reach Vers Cms after my Mexican detachment has h it i ie. i shall be accompanied by Gen. 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