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"You darling vagabond!" Mrs. Tan beiry murmured, trying to smile back to him "Hark to ein!" said Crailcy. "They're very near! Only hear the people cheer them! They'll 'march away so gayly,' wont they? And how right that is!" The vanguard appeared in the street, and over the hedge gleamed the on coming banner, the fresh colors flying out on a strong breeze. Crailey greeted it with a breathless cry. "There's the flaglook, Fanchon, your flag!wav ing abo\e the hedge, and it's Jeff who cames it. Doesn't it always make you want to dance! Bravo, bravo!" The procession halted for a moment in the stieet, and the music ceased. Then, ith a jubilant flourish of brass and the roll of drums, the band struck up "The Star Spangled Banner," and Jefferson Bareaud proudly led the way through the gates and dovn the drive way, the bright silk streaming over head. Behind him briskly marched the volunteers, with heads erect and cheer ful faces, as they knew Corporal Gray wished to see them, their captain flour ishing his sv\ ord in the air. "Here they come! Do you see, Fan- chon?" cried Crailey excitedly. "They are all thereJeff and Tappmgham and the two Madrillons and Will, the dear old fellowhe'll never write a decent paragraph as long as he lives, God bless him!and joung Frankwhat deviltries I've led the boy into!and there's the old general, forgetting all the tiffs we've had. God bless them all and grant them all a safe return! What on earth are they taking off their hats for? Ah, goodby, boys, goodby!" They saw the white face at the win dow and the slender hand fluttering its farewell, and Tappingham halted his men. "Three times three for Corporal Gray!" he shouted, managing some how to keep the smile upon his lips. "Three times three, and may he rejoin his company before Ave enter the Mex ican capital!" He beat the time for the thunderous cheers that they gave. The procession described a circle on the lawn and then, with the band playing and colors flying, passed out of the gates and took up the march to the wharf. "The flag, the flag!" whispered Crai ley, following it with his eyes. "It shows you helped make it, Fanchon, it's so beautiful. Ah, Tom, they've said we abused it sometimes. It was only that we loved it so well we didn't like to see any one make it look silly or mean. But, after all, no man can do thatno, nor no group of men or party! His voice grew louder as the last strains of the music came more faintly from the street. "They'll take your banner across the Rio Grande, Fanchon, but that is not allsome day its stars must spread over the world! Don't jou all see that they will?" After a little while he closed his eyes with a sigh The doctor bent over him quickly, and Miss Betty started for ward unconsciously and cried out. But the bright eyes opened again and fixed themselves upon her with all their old gay inscrutability "Not yet," said Crailey. "Miss Ca rewe, m.iy I tell you that I am sorry I could not have known you sooner? Per haps you might have liked me for Fan chon's sake I know you care for her." "I ttoI do!" she faltered. "I love her, andahI do like you, Mr. Gray, for I know you, though I nevermet "Here they come!" you untillast night. God bless you God bless you!" She wavered a moment, like a lily in the wind, awl put out a hand blindly. "Not you!" she said sharply as Tom Vanrevel started toward her. Mrs. Tanberry came quickly and put an arm about her, and together they went out of the room. "You must be good to her, Tom," said Crailey then in a very low voice. "I?" answered Tom gently. "There was never a chance of that, lad." "Listen," -whispered Crailey. 'Lea downnocloser." He cast a quick glance at Fanchon, kneeling at the oth er side of the bed, her golden head on the white coverlet, her outstretched hand clutching his, and he spoke so c^e_to_Tom's_ear and in so low a TheTwo Vanrevels By BOOTH TARKINGTON, Author of "The Gentleman From Indiana" and "Monsieur Beaucaire" Copyright, 1902. by S. S. McClure Co oa tone that only Tom could hear. "She never cared for me. She felt that she ought to, but that was only because I masqueraded in your his tory. She wanted to tell me before I went away that there was no chance for me. She was telling me that when he called from the window. It was at the dance, the night before, that she knew. I think there has been some one else from the firstGod send it's you! Did you speak to her that night or she to you?" "Ah, no," said Tom Vanrevel. "All the others." Mrs. Tanberry and Betty and Mr. Bareaud waited in the library, the two women huddled together on a sofa, with their arms round each other, and all the house was very still. By and by they heard a prolonged, faraway cheering and the steamer's whistle and knew that the boat was off. Half an hour later Will Cummings came back alone, entered the room on tiptoe and silently sank into a chair near Mr. Bareaud, with his face away from Miss Betty. He was to remain in Rou en another week and join his regiment with Tom. None of the three appeared to notice his coming more than dimly, and he sat with his face bowed in his hands and did not move. Thus perhaps an hour passed, with only a sound of footsteps on the gravel of the driveway now and then and a low murmur of voices in the rear of the house, where people came to ask after Crailey. And when the door of the room where he lay was opened the four watchers started as at a loud ex plosion. It was Mrs. Bareaud and the old doctor, and they closed the door again softly and came in to the others. They had left Crailey alone with Fan chon and Tom Vanrevel, the two who loved him best. The warm day beyond the windows became like Sunday. No voices sound ed from without in the noon hush, though sometimes a little group of peo ple would gather across the street to eye the house curiously and nod and whisper. The strong, blue shadows of the veranda pillars stole slowly across the white floor of the porch in a less ening slant and finally lay all in a line, as the tall clock in a corner of the library asthmatically coughed the hour of noon. In this jarring discordance there was something frightful to Miss Betty. She rose abruptly, and, imperi ously waving back Mrs. Tanberry, who would have detained herfor there was in her face and manner the incip ient wildness of control overstrained to the breaking pointshe went hurried ly out of the room and out of the house to th old bench in the garden. There she sank down, her face hidden in her arms there on the spot where she had first seen Crailey Gray. From there, too, had risen the sere nade of the man she had spurned and insulted, and there she had come to worship the stars when Crailey bade her look to them, and now the strange young teacher was paying the bitter price for his fooleries, and who could doubt that the price was a bitter one? To have the spirit so suddenly, cruelly riven from the sprightly body that was, but a few hours ago, hale and alert, obedient to every petty wish, could dance, run and leap to be forced with such hideous precipitation to leave the warm breath of June and undergo the lonely change, merging with the shad ow to be flung from the exquisite and commonplace day of sunshine into the appalling adventure that should not have been his for years, and hurled into it by what handah, bitter, bitter price for a harlequinade! And, alas, alas, for the brave harlequin! A gentle touch fell upon her shoulder, and Miss Betty sprang to her feet and screamed It was Nelson who stood before her, hat in hand, his head deep ly bowed. "Is he with you?" she cried, clutching at the bench for support. "No'm," answered the old man hum bly. "I reckon we all ain' goin* see dat man no mo'." "Where is he?" "On de way, honey on de way." "The wayto Rouen!" she gasped. "No'm he goin' cross de big water." He stretched out his hand and pointed solemnly to the east. "Him an' me we cotch de boat, an' yo' pa mek 'em taken de hosses on bode. Den^e git off at Leeville, five mile' down de rivuh, an' yo' pa hoi' de boat whiles I ride back alone an' git de news, an' what de tale Is you all is tole, fum ole Mist' Chen 'eth, an' Mist' Chen'eth, he rid back wid me an' see yo' pa at Leeville, an' dey talk in de shed by de landin', an' yo' pa tell Mist' Chen'eth what 'range ments he goin' make wid de property. Den he git on de boat agMn an' dey sto't her agoin', an' he ain' wave no goodby, ner say no mo' wu'ds. "Mist' Chen'eth rid Joaek whens de light come, but he res' de hosses an' come back slow, 'case I ponduh on de worl', an' I mighty sorry fer yo* pa, missy. He ain' comin' back no mo', honey, an' Miz Tanberry an' me an' Mamie we goin' take keer er yo'. Yo' pa gone back dab to de F'enchmun, whuh he 'uz a young man. He mighty sick, an' he scairt, honey an' he ain' goin' git ovah dat, neider. 'Peah to me, missy, like he done had a vizhum er THJ3 PBIKCBTON UNION: THURSDAY, 3LPRIL 5, 1906. he own soul when he come an' look down at dat young man layin' on de grass las' night." The old fellow bent his back before her in a solemn bow, as a feudal re tainer in allegiance to the heir, but more in deference to the sorrow writ ten upon her and respecting its magni tude. With no words of comfort, for he knew she wanted sonly to be alone, he moved away, with infirm steps and shaking head, toward the rear of the house. Miss Betty threw herself upon the bench again, face downward in her arms. And still the house lay in si lence under the sunshine. An hour had passed, and the shad ows slanted strongly to the east, when the stillness was broken by a sound, low and small at first, then rising fear fully, a long, quavering wail of su preme anguish that clutched and shook the listener's heart. No one could have recognized the voice as Fanchon's, yet every one who heard it knew that it was hers and that the soul of Crailey Gray had gone out upon the quest for the Holy Grail. Miss Betty's hands clinched convul sively round the arm of the bench, and a fit of shuddering seized her as if with the grip of a violent chill, though her eyes were dry. Then she lay quiet. A long time afterward she became aware of a step that paced the garden path behind her, and turned her face upon her arm so that she saw, but made no other motion. It was Tom Vanrevel, walking slowly up and down, his hands behind his back and his hat pulled far down over his eyes. He had not seen her. She rose and spoke his name. "He turned and came to her. "Al- most at the very last," he said, "Crailey whispered to me that he knew you thought him a great scamp, but to tell you to be sure to remember that it was all true about the stars." CHAPTER XX. was between twilight and candlelight, the gentle half hour when the kind old sand man steals up the stairs of houses here children are, when rustic lovers stroll with slow and quiet steps down country lanes and old bachelors are loneliest and dream of the things that might have been. Through the silence of the clear dusk came the whistle of the evening boat that was to bear Tom Vanrevel through the first stage of his long journey to the front of war, and the sound fell cheerlessly upon Miss Betty's ear as she stood leaning against the sundial among the lilac bushes Her attitude was not one of reverie, yet she stood very still so still that in the wan shimmer of the faded afterglow one might have passed close by her and not have seen her. The long, dark folds of her gown show ed faintly against the gray stone, and her arms, bare from the elbow, lay across the face of the dial with unre laxed fingers clinching the cornice her head drooping not languidly, but with tension, her eyes half closed, showing the lashes against a pale cheek and thus motionless, leaning on the stone in the dusk, she might have been Sorrow's self. She did not move there was not even a flicker of the eyelashes, when a step sounded on the gravel of the driveway, and Vanrevel came slowly from the house. He stopped at a little distance from her, hut in hand. He was very thin, worn and old looking, and in the failing light might have been taken for a tall, gentle ghost, yet his shoulders were squared and he held himself as straight as he had the first time she had ever seen him. "Mrs. Tanberry told me I should find you here," he said hesitatingly. "I have come to say goodby." She did not turn toward him nor did more than her lips move as she an swered, "Goodby," and her tone was neither kind nor cold, but held no meaning whatever, not even indiffer ence. There was an interval of silence. Then, without surprise, he walked sad ly to the gate, paused, wheeled about suddenly and returned with a quick, firm step. "I will not go until I know that I do not misunderstand you," he said, "not even if there is only the slightest chance that I do. I want to say some thing to you if you will let me, though naturally I remember you once asked me never to speak to you again. It is only that I have thought you did that under a misconception or else I should still obey you. If you" "What is it that you wish to say?" Her tone was unchanged. "Only that I think the hardest time for you has passed, and that" "Do you?" she interrupted. "Yes," he returned, "the saddest of your life. I think it has gone forever. And I think that what will come to you will be all you wish for. There will be a little time of waiting" "Waiting for what?" He drew a step nearer, and his voice became very gentle. "Cummings and I reach our regiment tomorrow night and there in the camp is a group of men on the way to the war, and they all go the more bravely because each one of them has you in his heartnot one but will be a better soldier be cause of you. I want you to believe that if all of them don't come back, yet the one whose safety you think of and fear for will return. For, you see, Crailey told me what you said to him whenwhen he met you here the last time. I have no way to know which of them you meant buthe will come back to you! I am sure of it, because I believe you are to be happy. Ah, you've had your allotment of pain! 'After all, there is so little to regret. The town seems empty without its young men, yet you may rejoice, re membering how bravely they went and how gayly. They will sing half the way to Vera Cruz. You think it strange should say there Is so little to regret when I've just laid away my best friend. It was his own doctrine, and the selfish personal grief and soreness grow less when I think of the gallant end he made, for it was he who went away most bravely and jauntily of all. Crailey was no failure unless I let what he taught me go to no effect. And be sure he would have told you what I tell you now, that all is well with all in the world." "Please!" she cried, with a quick in take of breath through closed teeth. "I will do anything in the world to please you," he answered sorrowfully. "Do you mean that" She turned at last and faced him, but without lifting her eyes. "Why did you come to say goodby to me?" "I don't understand." "I think you do." Her voice was cold and steady, but it was suddenly given to him to perceive that she was trem bling from head to heel. An exclamation of remorse broke from him. "Ah, you came here to be alone! I" "Stop," she said. "You said goodby to me once before. Did you come to seewhat you saw then?" He fell back in utter amazement, but she advanced upon him swiftly. "What is that?" she cried. The unfortunate young man could make no reply and remained unable to 'defend himself from her inexplicable attack. "You have not forgotten," she went on impetuously. "It was in the crowd Just before they gave you the flag. You sawI know you sawand it killed me with the shame of it! Now you come to me to look at the same thing again, and the boat waiting for you! Is it in revenge for that night at the Bareauds'? Perhaps this sounds wild to youI can't help thatbut why should you try to make it harder for me?" From the porch came a strong voice, "Vanrevel!" "God knows I haven't meant to," said Tom in bitter pain. "I don't un derstand. It's Cummings calling for me. I'll go at once. I'd hoped, stupidly enough, that you would tell me whom it was you meant when you spoke to Crailey, so that I could help to make it surer that he'd come back to you. But I've only annoyed you. And you were hereaway from the houseavoiding me and fearing that I" "Vanrevel!" shouted William. (Mrs. Tanberry had not told Lieutenant Cummings where to find Miss Betty.) "Fearing? Yes?" "Fearing that I might discover you." He let his eyes rest on her loveliness once more, and as he saw that she still trembled he extended his hand toward her in a gesture of infinite gentleness, like a blessing, heaved one great sigh and, with head erect and body straight, set his face manfully toward the house. He had taken three strides when his heart stopped beating at an ineffable touch on his sleeve, for, with a sharp cry, she sprang to him, and then, once more, among the lilac bushes where he She sprang to him. had caught the white kitten, his hand was seized and held between two small palms, and the eyes of Miss Bet ty Carewe looked into the very soul of him. "No!" she cried. "No! Fearing with a sick heart that you might not come!" Her pale face, misty with sweetness, wavered before him in the dusk, and he lifted his shaking hand to his fore head. Her own went with it, and the touch of that steadied him. "You mean," he whispered brokenly, "you mean that you" "Yes, always," she answered, rush ing through the words half in tears. "There was a little time when I loved what your life had been more than you. Ah, it was you that I saw in him! Yet it was not what you had done aft er all, but just you! 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