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Klr*% *i 'ifjXIrrt. J-M\|S *•'. IsJ.-V»^ &v |^y te- •r, jSj" p5 74 Bk^viT AAIUT EKM1M KIVE5 ilXUSTKATTD LAUREN STOUT Suddenlythe dim path between Che trees took qsdck ton, and. fell away at their feet "There/* ehe said. "Thla the finest view at Damory Court." They stood on the edge of a atony ravine which widened at one end to a shallow nankjr valley. The roeka were covered with gray-green feath ery creeper* enwouad with eurly yel low tendrils of love-vine. Across the ravine, on a tower level began a grove of sptandidtrees that marched up Into the long stretch of neglected forest he had aeen from the house. "You love It?" he asked, without withdrawing his eyes. "I've loved It all ny lite. I love everything about Damory Court. Ruined aa it is. It Is stm one of the most tiu—tlfiil estates in all Virginia. There's nothing finer even In Italy. J«st behiadua, where those hemlocks stand, Is where the duel the children •poke of was fought" He turned Us head. Tell me about It," he said. She glanced at him curiously. "Didn't ygu knowf That waa the reason the place waa abandoned. Valiant, who lived here, and the owner of another plantation, who was named Bassoon, quarreled. They fought, the story Is, under those big hemlock trees. Bas soon was klDed." He looked out across the distance he could not trust his face. "And— Valiant?" "He went away the same day and never came back he lived in New York till he died. He waa the father of the eourfa present owner Ton never heard the story?" "No," he admitted. "I—tin quite re cently I never heard of Damory Court." "That waa the last duel ever fought In Virginia. Dueling was a dreadful custom. I'm glad it'a gone. Aren't you?" "Yes," he said slowly, "It was a thing that cut two ways. Perhaps Var liant. If he could have had his choice afterward, would rather have been ly ing there t^at morning than Bas soon." "He must have suffered, too," she agreed, "or he wouldn't have exiled f«im—1» h» did. I used to wonder if it waa a lov»qnaiiel whether they could have beea to leva with the same "But why should he go away!" "I can't Imagine, unleaa she had 'really loved the other man. If so, she couldn't have borne seeing Valiant afterward." She paused with a little laugh. "But then." she said, "it may Iteve* been nothing so romantic. Va liant's grandfather, who waa known as Devil-John, la said to have called man out because he rode psst him on the wrong side. Our ancestors in Virginia, I'm afraid, didn't stand on ceremony when they felt uppish." He did not smile. He was looking out once more over the luminous stretch of fields, his side-face towards her.- Curious and painful questions were running through his brain. With an effort, he thrust these back and re called hla attention to what she waa saying. "You wonder, I suppose, that we feel as we do toward these old estates, and set store by them, and—yes, and brag of them insufferably as we do. But it's in oar blood. You Northern ers think, we're desperately con ceited," she smiled, "but it's true. We're still as proud of our land, and lta old, old places, and love them as well aa our ancestors ever did. Do :you wonder we resent their passing to people who don't can for them In the Southern way?" "But suppose the newcomers do care for them?" Her Hps curled. "A young million aire who has lived all his life in New York, to care for Damory Court! A youth idiotically rich, brought up In a superheated atmosphere of noise and money!" He started uncontrollably. So that was what she thought! He felt him self flushing. He had wondered what would be his impression of the neigh borhood and Its people their possible opinion of himself had never oocurred tohlm. "You there's no chance of his choosing to stay here because he actually likes It?" "Not the slightest," she said Indif ferently. ,?"You are se certain of this without ever having seen him?" She .glanced at him oovertly, an noyedly sensible of the Impropriety of the discussion, since the man dis cussed Was certainly his patron, may be his Mend. But his insistence had rousfd a certain balky wilfulness that would hat* lta way. ^"It'a true I've never seen him," she said, "but I've read about him a hundred times In the Sunday supplements. He'a a regular feature of the high-roller section. His idea of a good time Is a dog-banquet at Sherry's. Why, a girl told me once that there was a cigarette named after him—t^e Vfalty Valiant!" "Isn't tb*t beside the point? Be cause he has been an Idler, must he necessarily be a—vandal?" •She laughed again. "He wouldn't i^)i it vandalism. He'd think it de cided Improvement to make Damory Court aa frantically different as possi ble. I suppose he'll erect a glass cupola and a porte-cochere, all up-to date7 and varnishy, and put orchid hot houses where the wilderness garden was, sad a modern marble cupld in stead of the summer-house, and lay oat 1 kits shaped track—" OTeryiaiiic iimt was impulsive sad enloeivw tt Joha Vattaat's nature ea*e #t wit* bang. "No!" he evle* "whatever elae ho ls, he's mat eaataMesMras eases that!" .^iw^iiaiwiniSMsweewiifcviWei^WW kHMdf *v 1 The Next Moment, With Clenched Teeth, He Was Vloleuely Stamping Hia Heel Again and Again. prehension. "Oh, how could yen! You—" He nodded curtly. "Yes," he said. "I am that haphazard harlequin, John Valiant, himself." •*''',.. rvt PLrr»tff?f •ft She faced him squarely now. Her eyes were sparkling. "Since you know htm so intimately and so highly ap prove of him—" "No, no," he interrupted. "You mis take me. I shouldn't try to justify him." His flush had risen to the roots of his brown hair, but he did not lower his gaze. Now the red color alowly ebbed, leaving.him pale. "He hae been an Idler—that's true enough —and till a week ago he was Idiotic ally rich.' But his Idling Is over now. At this moment, except for this one property, he Is little better than a beggar." She had taken a hasty step or two baok from him, and her eyes were now fixed on his with a dawning half-fear ful question In thctm. "Till the failure of the Valiant Cor poration, he had never heard of Da mory Court, much less been aware that he owned It. It wasn't because he loved it that he came here—no! How could It be? He had never set foot In Virginia In his mortal life." She put up her handa to her throat with a start "Came?" she echoed, "Came!" "But if you think that even he could be so crassly stupid, so monumentally blind to all that la really fine and beautiful—" "Oh!" she cried with flashing com- CHAPTER XIV.-v„ On the Edge of the World. There was a pause not to be reck oned by minutes but suffocatingly long. She had grown, as pale as he. "That was ungenerous of you," she said then with icy slowness. "Though no doubt yon—found It entertaining. It. must have still further amused you to be taken for an architect?" "I am flattered," he replied, with a trace of bitterness, "to have suggested even for a moment ao worthy a call ing." At his answer She put out her hand with sudden gesture^ as if bluntly thrusting the matter from her con cern, and turning went back along the tree-shadowed path. He followed glumly, gnawing his Hp, wanting to say he knew not what but wretchedly tongue-tied, noting that the great white moth was still waving its creamy wings on the dead stump and wondering if she would take the cape jessamines. He felt an embarrassed relief when, passing the roots where they lay, she stooped to raise them. Then all at once the blood seemed to shrink from his heart With a hoarse cry he leaped toward her, seized her wrist and roughly dragged her back, feeling as he did so, a sharp fiery ating on hia instep. The next moment with clenched teeth, he was viciously stamping his heel again and again, driving into the soft earth a twisting root-like something that slapped the brown wintered leavea In to a hissing turmoil. He had flung her from him with such violence that she had fallen ^side wise. Now she raised herself, tineel ing in the feathery light both hands clasped close to her breast trembling excessively with loathing and feeling the dun earth-floor billow like a can vas sea In a theater. Ldttle puffs of dust from the protesting ground wen*: wreathing about her set face, and she pressed one hand against her shoulder to repress her shivers. "The horrible.— horrible thing!" she said whlsperlngly. "It would have bitten me!" T' He came toward her, panting, and grasping her hand, lifted her to her feet He staggered slightly as he did so, and she saw his lips twist to gether oddly. "Ah,", she gasped, "It bit you! It bit you!". "No," he said, "I think not" "Look! There on your ankle—that spot!" "I did feel something, Just that first moment" He laughed uncertainly. It's queer. My foot's gone fast asleep." Every remnant of color left her face. She had known a negro child who had died of a water-moccasin's bite some years before—the child of a houae-eervant It had been wading In the creek ln the gorges The doctor had said then that if one of the other children. .... She grasped his tin*. "Sit down," sne oommaaaea, nmHw, «•& and see." Her pale fright caught obeyed, dragged^t|» lo* r^H »«t f- '•'tfiv bared the tingling spot The firm white flesh was puffing up around two. tiny blue-rlmmed punctures. He reached into hla pocket then remem bered that he had no kn|fe. As. the next best thing he knotted his hand kerchief quickly above the ankle, thrust a stick through the loop and twisted it till the ligature cut Boundlessly, deeply, while she knelt bealde him, her lips moving saying over and over to herself words like these: "I must not be frightened. He doesn't realise the danger, but I do! I must be quite collected. It is a mile to the doctor's. I might run to the house and send Unc' Jefferson, but it would alee too long. Besides, the doctor might not be there. Thero is no one to do anything but me." She crouched besido him, putting her hands by his on the stick and wrenching It over with all her strength. "Tighter, tighter," she said. "It must be tighter." But, to her dis may, at the last turn the improvised cord snapped, and the released stick flew a dozen feet away. Her heart leaped chokingly, then dropped Into hammer-like thudding. Ho leaned back on one arm, trying to laugh, but she noted that his breath came Bhortly as if he had been run ning. "Absurd!" he said, frowning. "How such—a fool thing—can hurt!" Suddenly she threw herself on the ground and grasped the foot with both hands. He could see her face twitch with shuddering, and her eyes dilating with some determined purpose. "What are jwu going to do?" "This," she said, and he felt her shrinking lips, warm an 4 tremulous, pressed hard against his instep. He drew away sharply, with savage denial. "No—no! Not that! You shan't! My lord—you shan't!" He dragged his numbing foot from her desperate grasp, lifting himself, push ing her from him but she fought with him, clinging, panting broken sen tences.: "You must! It's the only way. It was—a moccasin, and it's deadly. Every minute counts!" "I won't. No, stop! How do you know? It's not going to—here, listen! Take your bands away. Listen!—Lis ten! I can go to the house and send Uncle Jefferson for the doctor and he —No! stop, I say! Oh—I'm sorry if I hurt you. How strong you are!" "Let me!" "No! Your lips are not for that good God, that damnable thing! You yourself might be—" "Let me! Oh, how cruel you are! It was my fault But for me it would never have—" "No! I would rather—" "Let me! Oh, If you died!" With all the force of her strong young body she wrenched away his protestant hands. A thirst and a sick ish' feeling were upon him, a curious Irresponsible giddiness, and her hair which that struggle had brought in tumbled masses shout her shoulders, seemed to have little flames running all over It His foot had entirely lost Its feeling. There was a strange weak ness In his limbs. Moments of half-consciousness, or consciousness Jumbled with strange imaginings, followed. At times he felt the pressure upon the wounded foot was. sensible of the suction of the young mouth striving desperately to draw the poison from the wound. From time to time he was conscious of a white desperate face haloed with hair that was a mist of woven spar kles. At times he thought himself a recumbent stone statue in a wood, and her a great tall golden-headed flower lying broken at his feet Again he was a granite boulder and she a vine with yellow leaves winding and clinging about him. Then a blank— a sense of movement and of troublous disturbance, of Insistent voices that called to him and inquisitive hands that plucked at him, and then voices growing distant again, and hands fall ing away, and at last—silence. Inky clouds were gathering over the sunlight when Shirley came from Damory Court, along the narrow wood path under the hemlocks, and the way was striped with bine-black shadows and filled with sighing noises. She walked warily, halting often at some leafy rustle to catch a quick breath of dread. As she approached the tree roots where the cape jessamines lay. she had to force her feet forward by sheer effort of will. At a little dis tance from them she broke a stick and with it managed to drag the bunch to her, turning her eyes with a shiver from the trampled spot near by. 8he picked up the flowers, and treading with caution, retraced her steps to the wider path. She stepped Into the Red Road at length In the teeth of a thunder-storm, which had arisen almost without warn ing to break with the .passionate In tensity of electric storms In the South. There was no shelter, but even had there been, she would not have sought it The turbulence of nature around her matched, In a way, her over strained feeling, and she welcomed the fleree bulge of the wind in the up-blowing whorls of her hair and:the drenching wetness of the rain. She tried to fix her mind on near things, the bending grasses, the scurrying red runnels and flapping shrubbery, hut her thoughts wilfully escaped tjie tether, turning again and again to the events of the last two hours. She pic tured Unc' Jeffersoals eyes rolling up In ridiculous alarm, his winnowing arm lashing his Indignant mule la his flight for the doctor. At the mental picture she choked with hysterical laughter, then cringed suddenly against the sopping bark. She saw again the doctor's gase lift from his first examination of the tiny punctures to send a swift penetrant glance at her, before he bent his great body to carry the unconscious man to the house. Again a lit of shuddering swept over her. Then, all at once, tears came, strangling sobs that bent and swayed her. It waa the discharge of the Leydea Jar, the loosing of the tense bow-string and it brought re lief. After a time she-grew quieter. He would get well! The thought that periupe she had saved his Mfe gave ear iariS ni am whole body. And until yesterday she ha! She kaeeled la the blurred J**- 'Tub^» TIMES-REPUBLICAN, MARSHALLTOWN, IOWA: MARCHlft, 1914. ^rr hair back from-hsr forehead and stalk ing up in the rain that still fell fast (n a few moments she rose and went oa. At the gate of the Rosewood lane stood a mail-box on a cedar post and ihe paused to flsh out a draggled Rich mond newspaper. As she thrust It un der her arm her eye caught a word of a head-line. With a flush she tore It from its soggy wrapper, the wetted fiber parting in her eager fingers, and resting her foot on the lower rail of the gate, spread it open on her knee. She stood stock-still until Bhe had read the whole. It was the story of John yaliant's sacrifice of his private fortune to save tho ruin of the in volved corporation. Its effect upon her was a shock. She felt her throat swell as she read then she was chilled by the memory of what she had said to him: "What has he ever done except play polo and furnish spicy paragraphs for the so ciety columns?" "What a beast I was!" she said, ad dressing the wet hedge. "He had just done that splendid thing. It was be cause of that that he was little better than a beggar, and I said those hor rible things!" Again she bent her eyes, rereading the sentences: "Took his detractors by surprise had just sustained a grilling at the hands of the state's examiner which might well have dried at their fount the springs of sympathy." She crushed up the paper In her hand and rested her-forehead on the wet rail. Idiotically rich—a vandal— a useless, purse-proud flaneur. She had called him all that! She could still see the paleness of his look as she had said it Shirley, overexcited as she still was, felt the sobs returning. These, how ever, did not last long and in a mo ment she found he/self smiling again. Though she had hurt him, she had saved him, too! When she whispered this over to herself it still thrilled and Btartled her. She folded the paper and hastened on under the cherry trees. Rmmaline, the negro maid was wait ing anxiously on the porch. She was thin to spareness, with a face as brown as a tobacco leaf, restless black eyes and wool neatly pinned and set off by an amber comb. "Honey," called Emmaline, "I'se been fearin' fo' yo* wid all that light nin' r'arin' eroun'. Yo' got th* jess' mine? Give 'em to Em'line. She'll fix 'em all nice, jes' how Mis' Judith like." "All right, Emmaline," replied Shir ley. "And I'll go and dress. Has mother missed me?" "No'm. SL« aln* lef huh room this whole blessed day. Now yo' barth's all ready—all 'cep'n th' hot watah, en I sen' Ranston with that th' fus' thing. Yo' hurry en peel them wet close off yo'se'f/'or yo' have one o' them digested chills." Her young mlsUess flown and the hot wrfter despatched, the negro wom an spread a cloth on the flow and began to cut and dress the long stalks of the flowers. This done she fetched bowls and vases, and set the pearly white clumps here and there—on the dining-room sideboard, the hall man tel and the desk of the living-room— till the delate' fragrance filled the house,, quite' vanquishing the. rose scent from the arbors. As the trim colored woman moved lightly about in' the growing dusk, with the low click of glass and muf fled clash of silver, the light tat-tat of a cane sounded, and she ran to the hall, where Mrs. Dandridge was de scending the stairway, one slim* white hand holding the banister, under the halted, looking smilingly about at the blossoming bowls. "Don' they smell up th' whole house?" said Emmaline. "I know'd y'o be pleas', Mis' Judith. Now put yo' han' on mah shouldah en I'll take yo' to yo' big cha'h." They crossed the hall, the dusky form bending to the fragile pressure of the fingers. "Now heah's yo' cha'h. Ranston he made up a little flah jes' to take th' damp out, en th' big lamp's lit, en Miss Shirley'U be down right quick." A moment later, In fact, Shirley de scended the stair. In a filmy gown of Indla-muslln, with a narrow belting of gold, against whose flowing sleeves her bare arms showed with a flushed pinkness the hue of the pale coral beads about her neck. The damp newspaper was in her hand. At her step her mother turned her head: she was listening Intently to voices that came from the garden—a child's shrill treble opposing Ran ston's stentorian grumble. "Listen, Shirley. What's that Rio key is telling Ranston?" "Don' yo' come heah wid yo' no count play-actin'. Cyan' fool Ranston wid no sich snek-story, neidah. Aln' no moc'sin at Dam'ry Co'ot,- en neb bah was!" "There was, too!" Insisted Rickey. "One bit him and Miss Shirley found him and sent Uncle Jefferson /or Doc tor Bouthall and It saved his life! So there! Doctor Southall told Mrs. Ma son. And he Isn't a man who's Just come to fix It up, either he's the really truly man tluft owns It!" "Who on earth la that child talking about?" Shirley put her arm around her mother and kissed her. Her heart was beating quickly. "The owner has come to Damory Court He—" The small book Mrs. Dandridge held fell to the floor. "The owner 1 What owner?" "Mr. Valiant—Mr. John Valiant. The eon of the man who abandoned There's no need of it. Sniff a little Kondon's, the original and genuine Catarrhal Jelly, up the nostrils. Its soothing, healing properties quickly re lieve you. Best thing for hay lever,colds, catarrh, sore throat, catarrhal headache, nose bleed, deafness, etc. Relieves the condition which causes snoring. Sold only In ISc and 60c sanitary tubes by druggists or direct Ssmplef fee. Write •••w TWO WOMEN WHO FIGURE j, ..te,..-: PROMINENTLY IN BECKER CASE Xew York.—The reopening of the Rosenthal-Becker murder case by the success of Lieutenant Becker's appeal for a new trial brings two women into prominence again. They are Mrs. Becker, who has labored unceasingly for the release of her husband from Sing Sing prison, and Mrs. Rosenthal, wife of the gambler who was murdered In front of the old Hotel Metropole and for which crime Becker and four gun men were sentenced to the electric so long ago." As she picked up the fallen volume and put it into her mother's hands, Shirley was Btartled by the whiteness of her face. "Dearest!" she cried. "You are 11L You shouldn't have come down." "No. It's nothing. I've been shut up all day. Go and open the other window." Shirley threw It wide. "Can I get your salts?" she asked anxiously. Her mother shook her head. "No," she said, almost sharply. "There's nothing whatever the matter with me. Only my nerves aren't what they used to be, I suppose—and snakes always did get on them. Now, give me the gist of it first I can wait for the rest There's a tenant at Damory Court. And his name's John—Valiant. And he was bitten by a moccasin. When?" "This afternoon." Mrs. Dandridge'B voice shook, "Will he—^wlll he recover?" "Oh, yes." "Beyond any question?" "The doctor says so." "And you found him, Shirley— you?" "1 was there when it happened." She had crouched down on the rug in her favorite posture, her coppery hair against her mother's knee, catching strange reddish over-tones like molten metal, from the shaded lamp. Mrs. Dandridge fingered her cane nervous ly. Then she dropped her hand on the girl's head. "Now," she said, "tell me all about it" (To be Continued.) uon't nuaniiu Streaked Hair There's Ho Reason Why Ton 8hould Wear Gray Hair Another Day If It It Unbecoming. Nothing so robs a woman of her good looks and attractiveness as gray, streaked or faded hair. 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Get Notice of Amendments to Articles of Incorporation Notice Is hereby given that at a special meeting of the Stock holders of the LaPIant Tool Company, hold at lta offices in Mar shalltown, Iowa, on the 24th day of January, 1914, Articles I, and VI of the Articles of Incorporation of said corporation were amended to read as follows: ARTICLE 1. The Name of this corporation shall be the La.Plant Company, anc! all the rights and privileges conferred and liabilities imposed upon corporations for pecuniary profit by the laws of tho State of Iowa, now In force and hereafter adopted, are hereby assumed by this corporation. ARTICLES V. The general nature of tho business of this corporation shall be the manufacture, sale and distribution of toots. Implements and machinery, also castings, furnaces and heating appliances of all kinds and classes. It Is also authorised and empowered to buy, sell, hold, transfer and encumber both real and personal property. 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