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'~RfANLIiSL ILUTRAT[D y I CHAPTER XXVIII. The Awakening. The sun had passed the meridian next day whei Valiant awoke, from a sleep as deep as Abou ben Adhein's. yet one crowded with flying tiptoe dreams. The one great fact of Shir ley's love had lain at the core of all these honied images, and his mind [was full of it as his eyes opened, wide all at once, to the new day. le looked at his watch and rolled from the bed with a laugh. "Past twelve!" ho exclaimed. "Good heav enal What about all the work I had laid out for today?" Presently he was splashing in the lake, shooting under his curved hand junerring jets of water at Chun, who Idanced about the rim barking, now iventuring to wet, a valorous paw, now .scrambling up the bank to escape the 'watery Javelins. Valiant came up the terraces with his blood bounding to a new rapture. 'Crossing the garden, he ran quickly to the little close which held the sun dial and pulled a single great passion ;flower. lie stood a moment holding it to his face, his nostrils catching its faint elusive perfume. Only last night, under the moon, he had stood there with Shirley in his arms. A gush of the unbelievable sweetness of that mo ment poured over him. Ils face softened. Standing with his sandaled feet ,deep in the white blossoms, the sun on his damp hair and the loose robe clinging to his moist limbs, he gave himself to a sudden day-dream. A wonderful waking dream of joy over iboding years of ambitionless ease; of the Damory Court that should be III. dl to COJA. eel* * * 0 When he oame from the little close there was a now mystery in the sun shine, a fresh and joyous meaning in the intense blue overarching of the Imponderable sky. Nvery bird-note beld its own love-secret. A wood thrush sang it from a silver birch be side the summer-house, and a bob vwbite whistled it in the little valley lbeyond. Even the long trip-hammer of a far-away woodpecker beat a ra dlant tattoo. He paused to greet the flaming pea Mock that sent out a curdling screech, An Which the tentative potterack! pot terack! of a guinea-fowl tangled itself softly. "Go on," he invited. "Explode 1 you want to, old Fire-Cracker. ang your purple-and-gold pessimism! ou only make the birds sound wsNveeter. lerhaps that's what you're 1or--who knows?" He tried to work, but work was not gor that marvelous afternoon. lie twandered about the gardens, planning Ithis or that addition: a little longer sweep to the pansy-bed-a clump of LbIl-rushes at the farther end of the ke. He peered into the stable: a saddlle horse stood there now, but there should be more steeds stamping ~n those stalle one dla, good horse ber. fro th- ilie.Hwh n gleamng radsinglay rsat.utr !when she belongedl to him! Uncle Jefferson, from Ithe door of the kitchens, watched him swinging about le the sunshine, whistling the t"Indian Serenade." "Young mars' feel 'way up in do clouds (115 day," lie saId to Aunt Daphne. "lie wake up cz glad oz fef he done 'feesed 'ligion las' night. 'Vell all do folkses cert'n'y 'Joyed doyselves. 01' Mistah Fargo done eat 'bout forty uh dem jumbles. Ah heah him talkin' ter Mar-s' John. 'Rteck'n yo' mus' hab er cr-aekahjack cook down theah,' he say. lIIyuh, hyuh !" "G'way wid yo' blackyardin' I-" fsniffed Aunt Daphne, delighted. "D~on' need ter come eroun' honey-caffuddlin' mel" "Dat's whut lie say," insisted V Jefferson; "he did fo' or fac'!" She drew her hands from the suds and looked at him anxiously. "Jeff'son, yo' feck'n Mars' JTohn gwineter fotch dat Yankee 'ooman heah ter D~am'ry o'ot, tor boo ,pah reists?" "Humph!" sno fe her spouse. "Dat bIghfautin'g Mwut dose swaller do Tamrod7c 'l tth-ree-bob-tail! Do 7'4,,e mo'.foolishah yo' 0!1& iviiqixr AURLN STOUT citations Is! 'Don' ~yo' tek no mo' trouble on yo' back den yo' kin keek off'n yo' heels! She ain' gwtneter run dis place, or ol' Devil-John tuhn ovah in he grave!" Sunset found Valiant sitting in the music-room before the old square pi ano. In the shadowy chamber the keys of mother-of-pearl gleamed with dull colors under his fingers. He struck at first only broken chords, that became inally the haunting barcarole of "Tales of Hoffmann." It was the air that had drifted across the garden when lie had stood with Shirley by the sun-dial, in the moment of their first kiss. Over and over he played it, imlrovising dreamy variations, till the tender melody seemed the dear ghost of that embrace. At length he went into the library and in the crim soning light sat down at the desk, and began to write: "Dear liluebird of Mine: "I can't wait any longer to talk to you. Less than a day has passed since we were together. but it might have been eons, if one measured time by heart-beats. What have you been doing and thinking, I wonder? 1 have spent those cons in the garden, just wandering about, dreaming over those wonderful, wonderful moments by the sun-dial. Ah, dear little wild heart born of the flowers, with the soul of a bird (yet. you are woman, too!) that old disk is markjng happy hourp now for me! "How have I deserved this thing that line come to me?-sad bungler that I have been! Soretimes It seems ,too glad and sweet, and f ian suddenly desperately afraid I shall wake to find myself facing another dull morning .in that old, useless, empty life of mine. j pn very humble, dear, before your lovd. "Shall I tell you when It began with me? Not last night-nor the day ye planted the ramblers. (Do you know, when your little muddy boot went trampling down the earth about their roots, I wanted to stoop down and kiss it? So dear everything about you was!) Not that evening at Rose -wood, with the arbor fragrance about us. (I think I shall always picture you with roses all about you. Red rose* 'the color of your lips!) No, It was not tna that it began-nor that dreadful hour when you fought with me to save my life--nor the morning you sat your horse in the box-rows in that yew. green habit that made your hair look like molten copper. No, it began the first a'te':noon, when I sat in my mo tor with your rose in my hand! It has never left ine since, by day or by night. And yet there are people in this age of airships and honking high ways and typewriters who think love at-first-sight. is as out-of-date as our little grandmothers' hoopms rusting in the garret. Ai, sweetheart, 1, for one, know better! "Suppose I had not come to Vir gin ia-and known you! Mly heart jumps when I think of it. It makes one believ'e in fate. i lore at the Court I found an 01(1 leaf-calendar'--it sits at my elbowv n)ow, just as I caime on it. The (late it shows is Miay 14th, and its motto is: 'Every man car'ries his fate upon a riband about his neck.' I like that. "That first Sunday at St. Andrew's, I thought of a day-may it be soon! when you and I might stand before that altar-, with your people (my people, too, now) aroundi us, and 1 shall hear you say: 'I, Shirley, take thee, John-' And to think it Is really to come true! Do you remnembher the text. thle inisteor preached from? It was 'liut all men perceive that they have ries, and that their faces shine as the faces of angels.' I think I shall go) about henceforth with my 'face slining, so t hat all men will see t hat I1 have riches your love for me, dear. "I am so happjy I can hardly see the words--or pei'hap 15It is that tho sun has set. I amt seniding thuis over by Uncle JIeffeirson. Senid me back just a wordl by him, sweetheart, to say I may comae to you tonight. And addi the three short words I am so thirsty to hear- over and over-one verb be. tween two pronouns-so that I can kiss them all at once!" le raised his head, a little flushed andl with eyes brilliant, iighted a cand~le, sealed the letter with the ring he woi'e andi dispatched it. T iher'eafter he sat looking into the growing dusk, watching the pale lamps of the constellations dleep~en to green gilt against the lapis-lazuli of the sky, and listening to the insect noises dulln inothe woven cou of evening. Uincle .Jefferson was long in returning, and lie grew impatient finally and began to prowl through the (lusty corridors like a leopard, then to time front porch and1 finially to tho diveway, listening at every turn for the famillar' slouching step. When at length the old negro ap. peared, Valiant took the note lhe brought, his heart beating rapidly, and cariedo( it hastily in to the candle. light, ilo (11( not open) it at once, but sat for a fuil minute pressing it be tween his palms as though to extract from the delicate paper the beloved thrill of her touch. Ihis hand shook slightly as he drew the folded leaves from the envelope. Hlow would it be gin? "My Knight of the Crimson Rose?" or "Dear Gardener?" (She had called him Gnardener the ay, tey .,a 'net out The roses) oF peThajis even "Sweetheart?" It would not be long, only a mere "Yes" or "Come to me," perhaps; yet even the shortest missive had its beginning and its ending. le opened and read. For an instant he stared unbeliev. Ingly. Then the paper crackled to a ball in his clutched hand, and he made a hoarse sound which w as half, cry, then sat perfectly still, his whole face shuddering. What he crushed in his hand was no note of tender love phrases; it was an abrupt dismissal. The staggering contretemps struck the color from his face and left every. nerve raw and quivering, To be "noth. ing to her, as she could be nothing to him?" He felt a ghastly inclination to laugh. Nothing to her! .Presently, his brows frowning heav. Ily, lie spread out the crumpled paper and reread it with bitter slowness, weighing each phrase. "Something which she had learned since she last saw him, which lay between them." She had not known it, then, last night, when they had kissed beside the sun dial! She had loved him then! What could there be that thrust them irrev ocably apart? Without stopping to think of the darkness or that the friendly doors of the edifice would be closed, lie caught up his hat and went swiftly down the drive to the road, along which lie plunged breathlessly. The blue star spangled sky was now streaked with clouds like faded orchids, and the shadows on the uneven ground under his hurried feet made him giddy. Through the din and liurly-liurly of his thoughts lie was conscious of dimly. moving shapes across fences, the sweet breath of cows, and a negro pe. destrian who greeted him in passing. le was stricken suddenly with .the thought that Shirley was suffering, too. It seemed incredible that he should now be raging along a country road at nightfall to find something that so horribly hurt them both. It was almost dark-save for the starlight-when lie saw the shadow of .the square ivy-grown spire rearing stark from its huddle of foliage against the blurred background. lie pushed open the gate and went slowly up the worn path toward the great iron-bound and hooded door. Under the jarches on either hand the outlires of the gravestones loomed pallidly, and from the bell tower came the faint inquiring cry of a small owl. Valiant stood looking about him. What could lIe barn here? He read no answer to the 'riddle. A little to one sidq et tie path something showed snowdik6 on the ground, and he went toward it. Nearer, he saw that It was a mass of flowers, staring up whitely from thea semi-obscurity fmm within an iron railing. He bent over, suddenly noting the setnt; it was cape jessamine. With the curious sensation of almost prescience plucking at him, he took a box of vestas from his pocket and struck one. It flared up illuminating a flat granite slab in which was cut a name and inscription: EDWARD SASSOON. "Forgive us our tresipsses." The silence seemed to crash to earth like a great looking-glass and shiver into a million pieces. The wax dropped from his ingers and in Ilie superven. ing darkness a numb fright gripped him by the throat. Shirley had laid these there, on the grave of the man his father had killed-the cape jessa mines she had wanted that day, for her mother! lbe understood. * * . . * * . It camo to him at last that there was a chill mist groping among the trees andl that lie was very cold. ie went back along the lied Road stumblingiy. WVas this to be the end of the dream, wvhich he had fancied would last forever? Could it he that she was not for him? WVas it no hoary lie that the sins of the fathers were visited upon the third and fourth gen eration? When he re-entered the library the candle was guttering in the burned wings of a night-moth. The place looked all at once gaunt and desolate and despoiled. What could Virginia, what could Damory Court, be to him without her? The wrinkled note lay on the (lesk and lie henit suddenly with a sharp catching breath and kissed It. There wvelled over him a wave of rebellious longinig. Th'le canidle spread to a hazy yellow blur. The walls fell away. lie citood under the moonlight, with lis arnms about her, his lips on hers and lis heart beating to the sounid of the violins behind them. lIe laughedl--a harsh wvild laugh that rang through the gloomy room. Then he threw himself on the couch and buried his face in his hands. ile wvas still lying there when the misty rain wet dawn came through the shutters. (Continued Next Week.) * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 4 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Edi(ltor Thle Advertiser: As I have annonneeii~ d miyself a cnn dida:t e for the lItous ~of itepresenI a f ivlEs o our01 Sta te legisl a turie I wouli d thankil you1 to) pl'lishi my1 jlatformi br:ie fly stated as5 fol lows: Ist . I helieve in low taxes fairly levied uplon all prop eit y for Ih lisup1f nort of the governmeni lit, ec~ioon!ca ly administered. 2nd. 1 believe In the encourage ment and protection of the working man,-.andl In the advancement of the farming and agricultural interest and that experimental stations -for the benefit of the farmers be conducted in each county by and under the control of Clemson College. 3rd. I believe in the liberal support of our rural schools and in the main tenance of comfortable school houses for the conveniences of thechildren. 4th. I believoin building good roads and bridges from the Court llouse to all outlying partis of our county, and that in places the roads should be re located and graded. 5th. I believe in obedience to and the enforcement of the law without favoritism or prejudice and that all our people should work together for the common good. 6th. I believe that a member of the legislature should devote a large por tion of his time to the study of the conditions of the people and the needs of all classes and work for the good of the whole people. 7th. I favor the two cent passenger rate for all travelers over the rail road,,. F 11. .Goggans. ThiS STORY IS UP TO DATE Elcotric Creatures Besiege Ship in Guff Stream, Sailors Assert on Reaching Port. Boston.--A remarkable story is told by the crew of the British freighter Itochelle. According to stories by sev eral of the men, the delay was due principally to electric fishes, otherwise known as torpedo fishes, which were attracted by the steel plates of the vessel, and fastened themselves by hundreds against her bottom and sides. The steamer was in the Gulf Stream, north of Cuba, when she began to slow down. The oflicers were unable to ex plain the change in the progress of the craft. Several sailors said they felt a tingling sensation about their feet and finger tips. The steamer was held back strangely. Members of the crew became alarmed. A sailor looked over the side and says it was plastered with strange-looking fishes. They were two ,r threq thick along the port side un der water. The starboard side also we cover*d. eoved north ~ #10 orm n r af d the nah dropped off and the reuumed her speed. A Good Investment. W. M Magli, a well known merchant of Whitemound, Wis., bought a stock of Chamberlain's medicine so as to be able to supply them to his customers. After receiving them he was himself taken sick and says that one small bottle of Chamberlain's Colic, Cholera and Diahhroea Remedy was worth more to him than the cost of his entire stock of these medicines. For sale by all dealers. (1) The Glenn iz Road containing 236 (2) Creswell Fr Sto Goodgions Factor: ~ ac(3) Second Kn (4 Permelia S) (5Nathan Bar ( Catherine I (7 Part of Ca' (8 The Bill Ar (9 The Mitche rens Road containin One concrete st< House and lot Featherstone Place < The A. J. 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