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HJIAFPEIR I-John Valiant, a rich so
clety favorite. sutenly discovers that tin.
I Vlhant corporatien, wtic) i his father
founded and which was tho principal
sourco of his wealth, has failed.
CHAPTER II-lIe voluntarily turns
over his private fortune to the receiver
for the corporation.
CHAPTER Il1-His entire remaining
possessons consist of an old motor car,
a white bull dog and Danmory court, a
neglected estato in Virginia.
CHAPTiFR IV-Ie learns that this es
tate camo into the family by royal grant
and hats been in the possession of the
Valiant ever since.
CHAPTER V-On the way to Damory
court he meets Shirley Dandridge, an au
burn-haired beauty, and delides that he,
is going to liko Virginia immensely.
CHAl'TER VI-An old negro tells Shir
ley's fortuno and predicts groat trouble
for her on account of a man.
CHAPTER VIT--Unclo Jefferson, an old
negro, takes Valiant to Damory court.
CHAPTER VIIT-Shirley's mother, Mrs.
Dandridge, and Major Bristow exchange
reminiscences during which it is revealed
that the najor, Valiant's father, and a
man niamed Sassoon. were rivals for the
hand of Mrs. Dandridge in her youth.
Sassoon and Valiant fought a duel on her
account in which the former was killed.
CHAPTER IX-Valiant finds Damory
court overgrown with weeds and creep
ers and the huildings in a very much
neglected condition. Uncle Jefferson and
his wife, Aunt Daphne, are engaged as
CHAPTER X-Valiant explores his an
cestral home. Ho is surprised by a fox
hunting party which invades his estate.
Ile recognizes Shirley at the head of the
CHAPTER XI-lie gi':es sanctuary to
the cornered fox. Gossips discuss the ad
vent of the new owner and recall the
tragedy in which the elder Valiant took
SHAPTER XTT-Valiant decides to re
habilitato Damory court and mako the
land produce a living for him.
CHAPTER XTII-lie meets Shirley, who
has been gathering flowers on the Valiant
estate, and reveals his identity to her.
CHAPTER XIV-Valiant saves Shirley
from the bite of a snalce, which bites lim.
lKnowing the deadliness of the bite. Shir
ley sucks the poioen from the wound and
saves his life.
CiTAPTER XV-Shirley tells her mother
of the incident and the latter is strangely
moved at hmaering that a Valiant is again
living at Dlamnory court.
"You don't 'mean to say," cried his
hearer in genuine astonishment, "that
Virginia has a lineal descendant of the
The major nodded. "Yes. Certain
sections of Kentucky used to :have it,
too, but it has died out there. It
exists mow only in this stato. It's
a curious thing that the old knightly
meetings of the middle ages should
survive today only on American soil
and In a corner of Virginia."
Doctor Southall, meanwhile, had set
his gaze on the litter of panipleta. He
tamed with an appreciatdvo eye.
"You're beginning in earnest. The
Agricultural Department. And the
'Tm afraid Pm a sad sketch as a
scientist," laughed Valiant. "My
gpoint of view has to be a somewhat
apractical one. I must be self-support
EIg. Damory Court is a big estate.
it has grain lands and forest -as well.
It mny ancestors lived from it, I can.
lt' unot only that," :he went en more
slowly, "I want t~o make the most of
teE Plaoe for its -own sake, too. Not
only of its possibilitIes for earning,
but of its natural .beauties. lack the
resourees I once 'had, bhut iI -can give
Jt thought and warnk, andi if they can
bring Darnory Court back to anything
~eae remotely resembling what itionce
was, I'll 'ot spare either."
The miajo-r smote his knee and even
the doctofs~ face allowed a grim, if
ftransiet aipproval. "I believe you'll
do it'!" exc2aimed the former. "And
det me say., sah, that the neighbor
hood is not unaware of the splendid
generosity which is responsible for
the present 'lack of which you speak."
Vallan t put out his hand with a
i'Ittlc gesture of deprecation, but the
other disregarded it. "Confound it,
sab, It was to be expected of a Va
Uant. Your anlcestors wrote their
nmenes In cap~ilal letters over this
country. They were an up -and diown
lot, but good or had (and, as Southall
says, I rckion"-he nodded towardi the
great portrait above the couch-"they
*weren't all little woolly lambs) they
did big things in a big way."
Valiant leaned forward eagerly, a
question on his lips, lBut at the mo
ment a diversion occui'red in the
shape of Uncle Jefferson, who reen
tered, bearing a tray on which set sun
dry jugs and clinking glasses, glow
ing with white and green aend gold.
"You old humbug." said the doctor,
"don't you know thie major's that poi.
soned with mint-juleps already that he
can't get up before eight in the morn
-'"Well, suh," tittered Uncle Jeffer
son, "Ah (lone fou~n' er mint-bald dlown
below do kitchens dlis mnawnin'. Ye'
all gemmun' 'bout do bigges' expuhts
in dis y'eah county, en Ah reck'n
Mars' Valiant shco' 'sist on ye' sam
"Sah," said the major feelingly,
turning to his host, "I'm proud to
drink yotur health in the typical bev
erage of Virginia!" Hie toucehed
glasses with Valiant and glared at the
doctor, whlo was sipping his own
thoughtfully. "Poems lhave been writ
ten on the julep, salh."
"They make good epitaphs, too," ob
served the dloctor.
"I noticed your glass isn't going
b~egging," the mh~ior retorted. "Unoc'
.Jefferson, that's as good mint as grow
.i thn gyvareinn of Eden. Ree that
those lazy ni ers of yours don't grub
the patch out by mistake."
"Yas, sah," said Uncle Jefferson, as
he retired with the tray. "Ah gwine
ter put er fence eroun' dat ar bald 'fo'
'The question that had sprung to
Valiant's lips now found utterance. "I
saw you look at the portrait there,"
he said to the major. "Which of my
ancestors is it?"
The other got up and stood before
the mantel-piece in a Napoleonic atti
tulde. "That," he said, fixing his eye
glasses, "is your great-grandfather.
"Devil-John!" echoed his host. "Yes,
I've heard the name."
The doctor guffawed. "He earned
it, I reckon. I never realized what a
sinister expression that missing optic
gives the old ruillan. There was a
skirmish during the war on the hill
side yonder and a bullet cut it out.
When we were boys we used to cal
him 'Old One-Eye.'
"It interests me enormously," John
Valiant spoke explosively.
"The stories of Devil-John would fill
a mighty big book," said the major.
"By all accounts he ought to have
lived in the middle ages." Crossing
the library, he looked into the (ining
room. "I thought I remenbered. The
portrait over the console there is his
wife, your great-grandnotlher'. They
say he bet that when he brought Ifis
bride home, she should walk into Da
mory Court between rows of candle
sticks worth twenty-thousand dollars.
He made the wager good, too, for
when she came II) those steps out
there, there was a row of ten candles
burning on either side of the doorway,
each held by a young slave worth a
thousand dollars in the market.
"Some say he grew jealous of his
wife's beauty. There were any num
ber of stories told of his cruelties to
her that aren't worth repeating. She
died early - poor lady-nud your
grandfather was the only issue. Devil.
John himself lived to be past seventy,
and at that age, when most men were
stacking their sins and groaning with
the gout, he was dicing and fox-hunt
ing with the youngest of them. He
always swore he would (lie with his
boots on, and they say when the doc
tor told him he hadl only a few bours
leeway, he made his slaves dress him
completely and prop him on his horse.
They galloped out so, a negro on
s't-her side of him. It was a stormy
night, black as the Earl of Hell's rid
ing-boots, with wind and light'ning,
and he rode cursing at both. There's
an old black-guna tree a mtile from
here that they still call D"vil-Join'2
tree, They were just passing under
It when the lightning struck it. Light
ning has no effect on the black-gum,
you know. The bolt glanced from the
tree and struck him between the two
slaves without harming either of
them. It killed his horse, too. That's
the story. To be sure at this date
nobody can separate fact from fib
tion. Possibly he wasn't so much
worse than the rest of his neighbors
--not excepting the parsons. 'Other
times, other manners.'"
"They weren't any worse than the
mresent generation," said the doctor
malevolently. "Your four bottle men
then inew only claret:: :now they pun
The major buried his nose in his
italep for a long moment before he
looked at the doctor blandley, "I agree
'with you, Bristow," he said: "but it's
the first time I ever heard you admit
that much good of your anoestors."
"Good!" said the doctor ibelligerent.
lk. "Me? II don't! I said 'people now
'were no bhetter. As for the men of
that time, they were a cheap swagger
ing lot of bullies and swashabucklers.
When I read history I'm ashamed to
bo descended from them."
"I desire to dnform you, sah," maid
tho major, stung, "that I too am a de
scendlant of those bullies and ewash
buicklers, as you call them. And I
wish from my heart I thought we, nosw
adays, could hold a tallow-dip ;to
"You refer, no doubt," said the ao
for with sarcasm, "to our friend Devill
John and his ideal treatment of his
"No, sah," replied the major warm
Jy. "I'm not referring to Devil-John,
There were exceptions, no doubt, but
for tho most part they treated their
women folk as I believe their .Maker
mnado them to be treatedi The man
who failedi in his courtesy there, sah,
was called to account for it. lHe was
mighty apt to find himself standing in
the cool dawn at the butt-end of a-"
lie broke off and coughed, There
was an awkward pau~se In which he
set down his glass noisily and rose
and stood before the open bookcase.
"I envy you this, sah," ho said with
somewhat of haste. "A fine old col
lection. Bless my soul, what a curious
As ho spoke, his hand jerked out a
heavy-looking leather-back. Valiant,
who had risen and stood beside him,
saw Instantly that what he had drawn
from the shelf was the morocco case
that held the rusted duieling-pistol! In
the nmajor's hands the broken box
opened. A sudden startled look darted
across his leonine face. With smoth
ered exclamation he thrust it back
between the books and closed the
Valiant hna naled. MIl pevius
finding of the welpon hal IesI ea b'i
mind. Now he read, as clearly as It
It had been printed In black-letter
across the sunny wall, the significance
of the major's cofifusion. That weap
on had been in his father's hand when
ho faced his opponent in that fatal
duel! It flashed across his wind as
the doctor lunged for his hat and stick
and got to his feet.
"Come, Bristow," said the latter irri
tably. "Your feet will grow fast to
the floor pr'sently. We mustn't talk a
new neighbor to death. I've got to see
a patient at six."
John Valiant Asks a Question.
Valiant went with them to the
outer door. A painful thought was
flooding his mind. It hampered his
speech and it was only by a violent
effort that he found voice:
"One moment! There is a question
I would like to ask."
Both gentlemen had turned upon the
steps and as they faced him he
thought a swift glance passed between
them. They waited courteously, the
doctor with his habitual frown, the
major's hand fumbling for the black
ribbon on his waistcoat.
"Since I came here, I have heard"
,--his tone was uneven-"of a duel in
which my father was a principal.
There was such a meeting?"
"There was," said the doctor after
the slightest pause of surprise. "Had
you known nothing of it?"
'The major cleared his throat. "It
was something he might naturally not
have made a record of," he said. "The
two had been friends, and it-it was
a fatal encounter for the other. The
doctor and I were your father's see
There was a moment's silence be
fore Valiant spoke again. When he
did his voice was steady, though drops
bad sprung to his forehead. "Was
there any circumstance in that meet.
ing that might be construed as re
flecting on his-honor?"
"Good God, no!" said the mlajor ex
"On his bearing as a gentleman?"
There was a hiatus this time in
which he could hear his heart beat.
In that single exclamation the major
seemed to have exhausted his vocabu
lary. He was looking at the ground.
It was the doctor who spoke at last,
in a silence that to the man in the
doorway weighed like a hundred at
"No!" he said b'untly. "Certainly
not. What put tha. Into your head?"
When he was alone in the library
Valiant opened the glass door and
took from the shelf the morocco case.
The old shiver of repugnance ran over
him at the very touch of the leather.
In the farthest corner was a low com
mode. He set the e.ase on this and
moved the big tapestry screen across
the angle, hiding it from view.
* * * * * * 0 *
In the great hall at Damory Court
the candles in their brass watll-seon"or
bliuked back from the poliihe'i ;.a
quetry and the shi'iinie ' ,,'" iii
Ing the. rather solemn gloom witL an
air of warmth and creature-comfort.
Leaning against the newel-post, Va,
liant gazed about him. How different
it all looked from the night of his
He began to walk up and down the
floor, teasing pricks of restlessness
urging him. He opened the door and
passed into the unlighted dining-room.
On the sideboard set a silver loving
cup that had arrived the day before
in a liugo box with his books and
knick-knacks. He had won it at polo.
He lifted it, fingering its carved han
dies. He remembered that when that
particular score had been made, Kathi
arine F'argo had sat in one of the
drags at the side-line.
But the memory evoked no thrilL.
Instead, the thought of her palely-coid,
passionless beauty called up another
mobile thoroughbred face instinct with
quick flashings of mirth and hauteur.
Again he felt the fmrce clutch of small
finger., as they fougtt with his in that
struggle for his life. 10ach line of
that face stood betfoee him-the arch
What He H-ad Drawn From the Shelf
Was the Morocco Case That Held
the Rusted DuelIng-PIstoIl
ing brows, the cameo-delicacy of pro
file, the magnolia skin and hair like a
brown-gold cloud across the sun.
He stepped (Iowa to the graveled
dive an~d followed it toU the gaie, then,
bareheaded, took the lRed Road.
Along thIs highway ho had rattled in
Uncle Jefferson's crazy hack--with
her redi rose in his hand. The musky
scent of the pressed leaves in the book
in his pocket seemed to be all about
The odor of living roses, in fact, was
In the air. It came on the scarce
felt breeze, abheavy' eatling' 'riume
He walked on, keeping the road by the
misty infiltrating shimmer of the
stars, with a sensation rather of gild
ing than of walking. It occurred to
him that if, as scientists say, colors
emit sound-tones, scents also should
possess a music of their own: the
honeysuckle fragrance, maybe-soft
mellow fluting as of diminutive wind
instruments; the far-faint sickly odor
of lilies-the upper register of faory
violins; this spicy breath of roses
blending, throbbing chords like elfin
echoes of an Italian harp. The fancy
pleased him; he could imagine the
perfume now In the air carried with
it an under-music, like a ghostly harp
It came to him at the same Instant
that this was no mere fancy. Some
where in the languorous night a harp
was being played. le paused and lis
toned Intently, then went on toward
the sound. The rose scent had grown
stronger; it was almost in that heavy
air, as if he were breasting an etherial
sea of attar. He felt as if he were
treading on a path of rose-leaves,
down which the increasing melody
flowed crimsonly to him, calling, call
lie stopped stock-still. He had been
skirting a close-cropped hedge of box.
This had ended abruptly and lie was
looking straight up a bar of green
yellow radiance from a double door
way. The latter opened on a porch
and the light, flung across this,
drenched an arbor of climbing roses,
making it stand out a mass of woveu
rubles set in emerald.
Ile drew a long sigh of more than
delight, for framed in the doorway he
saw a figure in misty white, leaning to
the gilded upright of a harp. H1e
knew at once that it was Shirley.
Hoelding his breath, lie came closer, his
feet iuffled in the thick grass. He
stood in the dense obscurity, one
hand gripping the gnarled limb o(
a catalpa, his eyes folloying the
shapely arms from wrist to shoulder,
the fingers straying across the strings,
the bending cheek caressing the
carved wood. She was playing the
melody of Shelley's "Indian Serenade"
-touching the chords softly and ten
derly-and his lips moved, molding
themselves soundlessly to the words.
The serenade died in a single long:
note. As If in answer to it. there rose
a flood of bird-music from beyond the
arbor-jets of song that swelled and
rippled to a soari,. melody. She
heard it, too, for the gracile fingers
fell from the strings.. She listened a
moment, with head held to one side,
then sprang up and came through the
door and down the steps.
He hesitated a moment, then a We.
gle stride took him from the shad( w,
(Continued Next Week.)
Demes Importing Members.
E'ditor of The Advertiser:
Please allow mile space in your paler
to correct a statement which appeared
it your issue preceding the county
convention in regard to the Mountville
democratic club mleeting. It was charg
ed by some one that the lilease- forces
imported members of llopewell and
Cross 11111 clubs in order to have a
majority at the club meeting. Heing
president of this club, I wish to state
that thIs statement ia incorrect. llThere
w"ere no mnembeirs imp~orte'd. All whlo
paticipated in the (club) imeetinug hmad
a perfect right mand were pteole who
voted herec twvo years ago, except somne
who movedl into this community tis
y'ear and~ wvho have become of age since
last election. Thtere was no chtarge
madec at this meeting of anybody being
impiortedl. The only question that
came up was in the foirm of informai
tion. Mr-. Ii. P. Fuller arose aind askeud
Mi'. T. W. Cole wher'e lhe lived andi he
was told by Mr. Cole that lie lived be
how Cross 1H1ll. Mr. Cole and .\i-. W. P.
Adair live about three miles belowv
club, having just miovedl out of this
clutb. They had not jointed any other
club, having just 'mover out of this
community this year. They voted liere
two year-s ago and of c-our-se had a per
feet r-ight to participate in the club
Now, I do not wish to miake any13
c-hat-ge oni the antlhliease faction, b~ut I
wish to state that there wet-c two or
thre-e members on their side0 partici
pating in the meeuting whmo have niot
bueun votling here either in the pii
mat-: alection or club meeting although
they have a pe' fect right. They are
'hat wo call "liners" and can v'ote at
('toss 11111 or' Waterloo or- Mountville,
just as they choose. So it in wvilh the
I fopewellI boys; they can vote, hetre ot
at Iliopewell and of cour ise thetre 1s
more attra~ct ion he-re than~ there 1x at
Hlopewell anmd they conme herec to vote,
and I extend to them a "hearty wel
comie" to coime again.
(. C. Watts. Ptres.
Moutntville, May 5, 1914.
Chtild Cross? Feverish? Nilck?
A cross, peevish, listless child, wIth
'coatedl tongue, Iwle, dloesn't sheep;
eats somdtimes ver-y little, then agalin
ravenously; stomach scsi-; brent'
fetid; iains In stomach, with diamrther
grInds teeth while asleep, and statt
upi wvith tert-or-all sutggest a Worn'
Kilher---something that expels wvorms.
and almost ever-y child hr!'s t"
Kickapon Worm Kilier- is needel1.
a b)ox today. Star-t at on1ce.
won't have to coax, as Kiel -
Wotrm K iler is a can dv t
T1bxpels the wet-ms, the c-ause ( -
child'n tri'othln. 25e at in'
Bank the balance. The differ
ence between Ford cost and
heavy car cost is "velvet" for
the prudent buyer. He knows
the Ford not only saves him
dollars but serves him best.
It's a better car sold at a lower
Five hundred dollars is the price of tha Ford run
about; the touring car is five fifty; the town car
seven fifty--f.o.b. Detroit, complete with equip
mont. Get catalog and particulars form Summers
Garage, Laurens and Newberry, S. C.
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