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When her breakfast was finished she turned slowly to the window, and while her eyes did not refill, a slrght twitching of the upper lids made him believe that she was going over the whole scene again in her mind, where upon he began to move briskly about the room w?th a bu sy air picking up her napkin, dusting a chair with his hand, exchanging the position of the andiro ns in the fireplace, and apparent ly discovering that the portrait of Georges Meilhac was out of line, he set it awry, then straight again, the while he hummed an old "spiritual" of which only the words "Chain tie lion down" wete allowed to be quite audible. They weie lepealed often, and at each repe tition of thom he seemed profoundly, though decoiously, amused in a way which might have led to a conjecture that the refrain bore some distant ref erence to his master's eccentricity of temper A first he chuckled softly, but at the final iteration of "Chain lion down" burst into outright laugh ter. "Honey, my Law'," he exclaimed, "but o' pa 'ceivin'dest man! mighty proud or you!" "Proud of me!" Sh turned to him astonishment. Nelson's laughter increased. "Hain't he jass 'ceivin'dest man? Yessuh, he sot uppest man in di town 'count what you done last night. What he say di mawn', dat jass his way!" "Ah, no!" said Miss Betty sadly. "Yes'm! proud you, but he teahbul mad at dat man. hain't mad at you, but he gotter cuss some body. Jass reach out fo' nighes' he kin lay ban's on, an' di mawn' it hap pen soze it were you honey. Uhuh! Tou oughter beam him las night when he come home Den it were me. Bless God, I ain 't keerin'. weren't mad at me no mo' he were at you jass mad." Miss Betty looked at the old fellow keenly. remained, however, ap parently unconscious of her scrutiny and occupied himself with preparations for removing the tray. "Nelson, what is the quarrel between my fath er and Mr Vanrevel?" had lifted the tray, but set it down precipitately, bending upon her a surprised and sobered countenance. "Missy," he said gravely, "dey big trouble 'twix dem two." I know," she returned quietly. "What is it?" "Wha' fo' you ax me missy?" "Because you're the only one 1 can ask. I don't know any one here well enough except you." Nelson's lips puckered solemnly. "Mist' "\anre-\el \ote Whig, but he ag'in Texas "Well, A\hat if is?" "Yo' pa mighty strong fo' Texas." "Is that all?" "No'in, dat ain't haidly beginnin'. Mist' Yanrevol he a ab'htionist." Well? Won't you tell me?" "Honej, folks rou n' heah mos' on 'e like Mist' Yanrevel so well de ain't hole it up ag'in' him but missy, ef dey one thing topper God's woii' yo pa do de-p'itly and contestably despise, hate, cus.s an outrageously 'bommate A\uss'n a jailer August spiduh it are a ab'htioms r. want stomple 'e e-\e'j las one under ho boot heel 'cep'n dat one Mist' Crailej Gray. DON 'S a considabul spnnklm' er dem ab'htionist 'bout kentry, honey. Dey's mo' dat don know w'ich doy is, an' dey's mo' still dat don keer. Soze dat AS h.\ dej go gi up a quo'l 'twix o' pa an* dat man, an "range to have 'e on a platlawm jean 'to las campaig n, n* sub de call quo'l a debate, an all folks come t'um de keatiy, an' all folks in town come too YI ho'o possetucky on 'e sit an' listen "Fit s' jo' pi talk. Den Mist' Van revel, bote on 'e mighty cole an' civ ilized Den o' pa gi Avo'm up missy, like he do, 'case he so useter have his own Avaj 'Tain't his fault, he jass cain't beli nollerin' an' cussin' if any body 'pose him But Mist' Yanrevel he tass as sttwige, but he stay cole, w'ich make yo pa all hotter "Honey, butyo'pade 'ceivin'destman holler mighty^ strong, missy, an' some DQ== The Two Vanrevels By BOOTH TARKINGTON, Author of "The Gentleman From Indiana" and "Monsieur Beaucaire" de back ranks 'gun snickerin' at bint. Uhuh! fa'r jump, he did. An' den bime by Mist' Vanrevel he say dat no man oughter be given pilverige to sell another ner to wollop him wid a blacksnake, whether he 'buse dat pil verige not 'M honabul 'ponent,' s's he 'Mist' Carewe, rep'sent in his self 'ristocratic slave ownin' class souf, do' he live in nawf an' 'ploy free labor. Yi it sca'sely to be b'lieve dat any you would willin'ly trus' him wid powah life an' death ov ah yo' own chillun, w'ich is virchously what slave ownah p'sess.' "Missy, you jass oughter see yo' pa den! blue in face an' dance quadrille on do boa'd s. leave his cha'h, gi up an' run 'cross to odder side platfawm an' shako he fis' ov ah dat man's head an' screech out how it all lies dat slaves evah 'ceive sich treatments. *Dat all lies, yo pu'- juh!' he holler. 'All lies, you misabul thief!' he holler. 'All lies, an' yo' know it, yo' low bawn slandah' an' scoun'le!' "An' wid dat Mist' Yanrevel he laff in yo' pa face an' tuhn to crowd, he did, an' say 'You reckon dat if dish yuh man a slave ownah an' a slave had anguhed him as I have anguhed him tonight, does any you b'lieve dat dat slave wouldn' be tied up an' whip ped tell blood run an' den sole down rivuh tomorrer?' "Well, suh 'co'se mos' on 'e b'lieve same as yo' pa but dat sutney fotch 'em, an' win debate, 'case dey jass natchully lay back an' roah, dey did missy. Dey laff an' stomp an' holler tell you could 'a hearn 'em a mild away. An', honey, yo' pa'd a millyum times druther Mist' Vanrevel a kilt him dan tuhn laff on him. He'd shoot a man, honey, ef he jass s'picion him to grin out cornder his eye at him, an' to stan' up dah wid whole county fa'r roahin' at himit's God's mussy he didn' have no ahms wid him dat night. Ole Mist' Chen'eth done brung him home, an' yo pa reach out an' kick me squab out'n' liberry winder soon's he ketch sight me." The old man's gravity gave way to his enjoyment of the recollection, and he threw back iis head to laugh. "He sho' did, honey! Uhuh! Ho, ho, ho! sho' did, honeyh sho' did Nevertheless, as he lifted the tray again and crossed the room to go, his solemnity returned. "Missy," he said earnestly, "e dat young gelmun fall in love wid you, w'ich I knows he will ef he ketc.li sight you lemme say dis, an' please fo to ba'h in minebet ter have nuttin' do wid him 'tall fo' he own sake, an' 'bove all keep him fur 'way f'u dese p'emises. Don' let him come in a mild di house." "Nelson, Avas that all the quarrel be tween them?" "Blessed mussy, ain dat 'nough? E dey's any ino I ain hearn what dat part Avere," he answered quickly, but with a dogged tightening of the lips which convinced Miss Betty that he knew very well. "Nelson, what Avas the rest of it?" "Please, missy, I got pack yo pa trunk, an' it time long ago fe me to be at my wu'k." was half out of the door. "What AAas the rest of it?" she re peated quietly. "Now, honey," he returned, Avith a deprecatory shake of his head, I got my oAvn wu'k 'tend to, an' I ain 't neAah ax nobody what 'tAvas, an' I ain't gom' ax 'em. An' lemme jass beg you toller ole man's advice. Yo do same, 'case nobody ain't gom' tell you All I know is dat it come lat er and were somep'n 'bout dat rip rann Craihy Gray. Yo pa he sent a channelge to Mist' Yanrevel, an' Mist' YanreAel 'fuse to fight him 'case he say he don' b'lieve shootin' yo' pa goin' do yo* pa any good, an' he still got hope mekkin' good citizen outer him Dat brung laff on yo pa ag'in, an' he 'clare to Go ef he ketch Yanrevel on any groun' his"n he shoot him like a mad dog 'Pon my livin' soul, he mean dem wuds, missj Dey had hard 'nough time las night keepin' him funi teahin' dat man to pieces at flah. You mus' keep dat young gelmun 'way funi heah!" "He came home Avith me last night, Nelson. I told father so." "Yes'm. Yo pa tole me you say dat, but he reckon you done it to mek him madder, 'case you mad too. say he done see dat Crailey Gray comin' 'long hedge wid you "He was mistaken. I was Mr Van revel." Nelson rolled his eyes fervently to heaven. "Den dat young man run pintedly on he death! E you want keep us all dis side Jawdan rivuh don' let him set foot in di neighbo' hood when yo' pa come back! An' honey"his voice sank to a penetrating whisper" 'fo' I do a lick wu'k I go in' out in stable an' gi down on my knees an' retu'n thanksgivin' to good God 'case he hole Carewe street in dahkness las night This was the speech he chose for his exit, but after closing the door behind him he opened it again and said cheer fully. "Soon's I gi trunk fix f' yo' pa I bring *roun' dat bay colt wid side saddle. Yo better set 'bout gittin' on yo' ridin' habit, missy. roads is i i ^^'^^itoi^i^Sffc^ tyy jr mighty' good dis sunshiny weddub.." '^y*w*wt mm "Do you think such an attack as fa ther had this morningisdangerous?" had hoped for another chance to laugh violently before he left her and this completely fitted his desire. "Ho, ho, ho!" he shouted. "No'm no, no honey! jass gi so mad it mek hirn^ sick! You couldn't kill dat man wid a broadax, missy!" And he went down the hall leaving the reverberations of his hilarity be hind him. The purpose of his visit had been effected, for when Mi ss Betty ap peared upon the horse block in her green habit and gauntlets she was smil ing, so that only a womanor a wise old mancould have guessed that she had wept bitterly that morning. She cantered out to the flat, open country to the east, where she found soft dirt roads that were good for the bay colt's feet, and she reached a crossroad several miles from town be fore she was overcome by the convic tion that she Avas a wicked and un grateful girl. Sh could not place the exact spot of her guilt, but she knew it was there, somewhere, since she felt herself a guilty thing. For the picture which Nelson had drawn' rose before herthe one man standing alone in his rage on the plat form, overwhelmed by his ca lm young adversary, beaten and made the butt of laughter for a thousand. Her fa ther had be en in the wrong in that quarrel, and somehow she was sure, too, he must have be en wrong in the "personal" one as wellthe mysteri ous difficulty over Fanchon's Mr. Gray, who had looked so ashamed last night What feud could they make over him of all people in the world? looked strong enough to take care of his own quarrels, ev en if he was so rigorously bound by Fanchon's apron string when it came to a Avord with another girl. But the conclusion that her fath er had been in error did not lessen the pathetic appeal of the solitary figure facing the ridicule of the crowd. Sh felt that he always honest ly believed himself in the right. Sh knew that he was vaintha he had an almost monstrous conception of his dignity, and realizing the bitterness of that pub lic humiliation which he had under gone she understood the wrath, the un speakable pain and sense of outrage which must have possessed him. And noAv she was letting him go forth upon a journey, his way beset with the chances of illness and acci dent whence he might never return. She was letting liim go without seeing him again, letting him go with no word of farewell from his daughter. I brief, she Avas a wicked girl. Sh turned the colt's head abruptly to the Invest and touched his flanks with her Whip. So it fell out that as the packet foamed its passage backward from CareAve's wharf in to the current the owner of the boat, standing upon the hurricane deck, heard a cry from the shore and turned to behold his daugh ter dash down to the very end of the wharf on the Avell lathered colt. Miss Betty's hair was blown about her face, her cheeks were rosy, her eager eyes sparkling from more than the hard rid ing. "Papa," she cried, "I'm sorry!" She leaned forward out of the saddle, extending her arms to him appealingly in a charming gesture and, absolutely ignoring the idlers on the wharf and the passengers on the steamer, was singly intent upon the tall figure on the hurricane deck. "Papa, goodby Please forgive me!" "By the Almighty, but that's a fine woman!" said the captain of the boat f.o a passenger from Rouen. "Is she bis daughter?" "Please forgive me!" the clear voice came again, -with its quaver of en treaty, across the widening water, and then as Mr Carewe made no sign by word or UIOA ement of hearing her and stood Avithout the slightest alteration of his attitude she cried to him once more: "Goodby!" The paddle AA'heels reversed, the boat swung down the river. Mr Carewe still standing immovable on the hurricane deck, Avhile to the gaze of those on the steamer the figure on the bay colt at the end of the wharf began to grow smaller and smaller. Sh was waving her handkerchi ef in farewell, and they could see the little white speck in the distance, dimmer and dimmer, yet flut tering still as they passed out of sight round the bend nearly three-quarters of a mile below. CHAPTER IX. iETTY never forgot her first sight of the old friend of her family. Returning with a sad heart, she was walking the colt slowly through the carriage gates when an extravagantly stout lady in green muslin, illustrated with huge red flowers, came out upon the porch and waved a fat arm to the girl. The vis itor Avore a dark green turban and a cashmere shawl, while the expanse of her skirts was nothing short of mag nificent. Some cathedra' dome seemed to have be en misplac ed and the lady dropped into it. Her outstretched hand terrified Betty. How was she to ap proach near enough to take it Mrs. Tanberry was about sixty, look ed forty, and at first you might have guessed she weighed nearly 300, but the lightness of her smile and the actual buoyancy which she somehow imparted to her whole dominion lessen ed that by at least a hundredweight. S he ballooned out to the horse block with a billowy rush somewhere be tween bounding and soaring, and Miss Betty slid down from the colt, who shied violently, to find herself envel oped, in spi te of the dome, in a vast surf of green and i ed muslin. "My charming girl!" exclaimed the lady vehemently in a voice of such husky richness, of such merriment and unction of delight, that it fell upon Miss Betty's ear with more of the quality of sheer gayety than any she had ever heard. "Beautif ul child! What a beautiful child you are!" She kissed the girl resounding ly on both cheeks, stepped back from her and laughed and clapped her fat hands, which were covered with flashing rings. "Oh, but you are a true blue beauty! You're a princess! I am Mrs. Tanber ry, Jane Tanberry, young Janie Tan berry. 1 haven't seen you since you were a baby and your pretty mother was a girl like us!" "You are so ki nd to come," said Bet hesitatingly. I shall try to be very obedient." "Obedient Mrs. Tanberry uttered the word with a shriek. "You'll be nothing of the kind. I am the light mindedest woman in the universe, and any one who obeyed me would be em broiled in everlasting trouble every sec ond in the day. You'll find that I am the one that needs looking after, my charmer." She tapped Miss Betty's cheek with her jeweled fingers as the two mount ed the veranda steps. "It-will be wo r enough for you to obey yourself. A body sees that at the first blush. Yo have conscience in your forehead and rebellion in your chin. Ha, ha ha!" Here Mrs. Tanberry sat upon and ob literated a large chair, Miss Carewe taking a stool at her knee. "People of our age oughtn't to be bothered with obeying. There'll be time enough for that when we get old and can't enjoy anything. Ha, ha!" Mrs. Tanberry punctuated her obser vations with short volleys of husky laughter, so abrupt in both discharge "My charming girl!" and cessation that, until Mi ss Betty became accustomed to the habit, she was apt to start slightly at each salvo. I had a husbandonce," the lady re sumed,' "but only once, my friend! had ideas like your father'syour fa ther is such an imbecileand h& thought that wives, sisters, daughters and such like ought to be obedient that is, the rest of the world was wrong unless it was right, and right was just his own little teeny squeeny prejudices and emotions dressed up for a crazy masquerade as facts. Poor man! lasted only about a year!" And Mrs. Tanberry laughed heartily. "They've be en at me itme and again to take another." She lowered her voice and leaned toward Betty confi dentially. "Not I I' be willing to engage myself to Crailey Gray (though Crailey hasn't got round to me yet), for I don't mind just being engaged, my dear, but they'll have to invent soa thing better than a man before I marrj* any one of 'em again! But I love 'em I do, the charming Billies! And you'll see hoAA they IOIIOAV me!" Sh patted the girl's shoulder, her small eye* beaming quizzically. "We'll have the gayest house Rouen, ladybird! The young men all go to the Bareauds', but they'll come here now, and we'll have the Bareauds along Avith 'em 1 been away a long timejus finished unpacking yesterday night when your father came in after the fire. Whoo! What a state he was in, AAith that tem per of bis! Didn't I snap him up Avhen he asked me to come and stay with you? Ha, ha! I' ha\e come even if you hadn't been beautiful, but I was wild to be your playmate, tor I' heard nothing but 'Miss Betty Carewe, Miss Betty Carewe,' from everybody I saw since the minute my stage came in. You set 'e all mad at your ball, and I kneAv AA e'd make a glorious houseful, you and I Some of the vagabonds will turn up this Aery eAening, you'll see if they don't. Ha, ha! The Avay they follow me!" Mr s. Tanberry was irresistible. She Sited the whole place otherwise than by the mere material voluminousness of her bubbling over with froth of uonsense which flew through the house, driven by her energy, like sea fo am on a spring gale, and the day, so discord antly begun for Miss Betty, grew mu sical with her own laughte r, answer ing the husky staccato of the vivacious newcomer. Nelson waited upon them at table, radiant, his smile like the keyboard of an ebony piano, and his disappearances into the kitchen were accomplished by means of a surrepti tious double shuffle and followed by the cachinnating echoes of the vain Mamie's reception of the visitor's sal lies, which Nelson hasti ly retailed in passing. 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