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PAGE NO. THREB EH TRADITION UPSET MARY LANIER MAGRVDER, IN SOUTHERN WOMAN'S MAGAZINE ie April day was near the sunset. n the courthouse steeple the clock ed six. Mary Ella curled her emptuous lip at the old walnut I at the foot of the stair, whose t pointed to the quarter hour. Like Ise in the solemn, shabby old le, the grandfather's clock was de pg slowly and dying hard. Mary I the old young thing under the $ had struggled into maidenhood the pathetic, clinging lingers of ,.t Post Vinmnerino' her free- . forever clutching at her skirts. ( and secret rebellion, quicKenea je mood of her, was now evidenc. mutinous moutn ana aroopea sko cot honk in hand, at the window, unaware that in an V 1 - 1 J i. i- . n1 A f space sne nau nut wmcu a fthe last stroke of six, in a cer musty, dusty room of the old house, Shamus Michael O'Neill Bed to an inky ledger, tucked an th over his battered typewriter, 1 a sputtering fountain pen and, f out, shut the door with a bang locked it behind him. Shamus el, better known as Jimmy (for ot Shamus good Gaelic for ?), gathered unto himself his id coat from the rack, the after 1 paper from a convenient bench, ent down the steps whistling a p very "raggy" that it was tat . Yet, despite his lack of dignity, i was none the less county at t of McGowan County, State of jatters not. twos, by threes, groups of men red upon the porch of the court i'not a. few of whom looked at' departing Shamus with lofty 98 of disdain. He represented m a menace to the est'sblished of things. For the traditions Great Past still swathed and led Pachumka. Men still ran fice on their war records and mka had had its full share of , All that was necessary to jver machine, whirring away in ider-dusk of things, was to pre ftme amiable old goated gentle- candidate. Meanwhile the beneath the throne, grinding did astonishing things to fran nd contracts, and anpronrated ims of money that miraculously ; fared not, in justice to the old i ..men be it said, into their ven ,y pockets, though to this rule Jlwere a few notable (almost no li Ms) exceptions. ' this smooth and well-ordered -of things Jimmy O'Neill but 4th a wholly American "I want w." The tilting angle of h" emed made for impertiment r into other persons' affairs. andine persistence of hi3 ,red hair warded off too pro- .1' -arguments. .His grey-blue w Tiled you that, while you ? ugh with him, you might t' enora VAlirsolf tVlA nlpna . oM.v j x lCtfL Wat him. , !r jmcement as candidate for atic nomination was a " ev fbody but Jimmy himself, rietolf -! a washerwoman!" they V I Cherry Hill, the very I ;of tradition, pretty wo teended to be mightilv , They recalled visions of 1 long ago luegine home the ih. But while they shrug- 1 laughed about the absudity of r among the factory and la Ln people Jimmy was asking f estions and answering tnem red their satisfaction. The gave the nomination to Jim eill by a staunch and safe 2 jGowan County nomination is nt to election. Jimmy, a . Tvid young iconoclast, mount ourthouse steps that first Jan- jrning to meet an icy atmos f not due. to the thermometer. ENT t A few ponderous, magnificent gentle men shook hands with him, but fad ed away into the depths of circles gossiping and quoting Shakespeare in sunny corners. Over by the big win dow in the circuit court room stood the county judge, the mellow remem brance -of seventy summers and many times seventy juleps pervading his manner, his bearing. From the very pinnacle of tradition the judge looked down and casually nodded at Jimmy. Jimmy jerked out a bow, reddened, and made a mental mark of that nod, lurid and indellible, had the judge but known it. Three years of Jimmy's term had passed when on that April afternoon he ran down the steps and bent his trail to the westward. Yet Jimmy lived far to the south of the court house in that thick, treeless, "huddled row of cottages well up from the mill folks' dwellings, but not within sight or sound of the somnolent elegance of Cherry Hill. Jimmy set his hat straight and yanked at his tie when he crossed, cat-a-corner, to the north side of the street a square above i . judge's grey stone house. At this psychological moment Mary Ella, the judge's niece, looked up from her book for the forty-ninth time. A Very fleeting, haughty glance it was. Then Mary Ella turned her shoulder instead of her profile to the window and leaned upon her elbow, her lips apart and as red as the Meteor ros? blooming on the ledge beside her. A very absorbing and thrilling book it must have teen to hold her to one page for an hour and fifteen minutes! When Jimmy looked up expectantly as was his wont, hopefully (as also had grown to be his wont), the chill, line of shoulder, the indifferent poise of the head were all he had of Mar Ella for another twenty-four hours. A meager, diluted, thin-as-charity-soup sort of thing to fire and feed upon, unless Jimmy, involuntarily looking back with a stifled sigh, was not mistaken in the wild assurance that Mary Ella had looked back, too' He took this home with him, mood ily surveying the different angles of it. For Mary Ella might have glanc ed back over her shoulder to see if some expected friend were coming up the quiet street August Single tary, for instance, or that anemic scion of her own race, Randolph E. Randolph III. "The yellow sapsucker!" Jimmy scowled. "I'll show him up for all yellow on that darned cement deal." "What's eating you, Jimmy?" said a friendly voice behind him. "Chew in' 'em up and spittin' 'em out over at the temple of justice?" "Uh huh," Jimmy said. "Leaves a morning-after taste." "What's this little row I hear about you runnin' for county judge?" The friend buttonholed him, as is the way of friends when seeking information. "I'm going to run, all right," snapped Jimmy. "See here" the friend was Tom Lally and he was persuasive and concerned. "You're .going to buck a tiger in that judgeship business, Jimmy. The old judge well, you know, he's calculating to hold down that bench till his knees waggle un der him and they tote him out. Then there's Timothy Connelly of the G. C. ain't got any howling love for you since you got his road upon the back tax business. You better keep from under the Hon. Timothy; greased lightening ain't nowhee." "How much do you get for this lit tle spiel?" Jimmy said brutally. Lally spat and released Jimmy's buttonhole. "I'm talking for your own good, Jimmy." "Aw, thanks!" Jimmy said satiri cally. "Don't be too uneasy about me; keep your shirt on, and if you i pest it It ;k3 on it I Unas B &!Us fir i2&Eanifetffc have the exclusive selling rights for this great laxative. Trial size. 10 cents. . ' ACKERMAN-STEWART DRUG CO. ' THE REXALL STORE see the Hon. Timothy" "Yes." "Tell him I am going to be county judge and he can go to the devil!" Jimmy let himself into the front hall of a cottage. A pervasive od revealed the secret oi Irish stew for supper. Jimmy sloshed his face at the sink and tidied up his wet, red locks. He appeared at the supper table, squeezing his six feet one of height between a gorgeous golden oak sideboard and a colonial table. "Letthers for ye." the ould mother said amiably, shoving two envelopes alongside the dish of Irish stew. Jimmy glanced at them. One from a law. firm and bearing their ad dress; the other, thick, square, the su perscription undeniably feminine. "What you guess, mother?" he said teasingly. "A fine lady you'll be having for daughter-in-law some of these days. See what Bhe's writ ing me!" The ould mother sniffed. Her shoulders squared up. "Shamus, me bhoy, the U JNeilis were kings of Oireland." Jimmy chuckled and fell to. His appetite, dulled by no stimulants, made short shrift of the stew that was Irish. Draining his cup of tea, he took up the letter, viewed it curi ously, and proceeded to draw out the enclosure. Merely a thick, wide card with the monogram "M. E. Le B." in dull gold at the side, and a few lines in a writ ing he had never seen. "Dear Mr. O'Neill: We are having a few friends informally to dinner Wednesday evening, April the tenth. May I hope you will find it convenient to come? "MARY ELLA LeBARRON." And on its innocent surface no sign, no least indication qf the bat tle royal in diplomacy by which Mary Ella had added his name to the list. The ould mother, consumed by cu riosity, hovered about, but Jimmy having read the card six distinct and separate times, retired to the sacred precincts of the parlor, wherein he re. mained in meditation until his mother reminded him, touchingly, that coal was fifteen cents a bushel and the kitchen fire was fit for any man to toast his toes by. Whereupon 'Jim mv turned out the gas and went to bed. ' " in the three years of his attorney ship Jimmy had learned a lot for one thing to wear a dress suit as if he had been born in one. His quick Irish wit solved many a problem for him; and he knew much instinctively. Arriving at Judge LeBarron's at an hour decently yet not remarkably early, he bowed over Miss Cornelia's hand and held Mary Ella's fingers for three palpitant seconds before he was drifted on to the drawing-room where the judge, planted on the hearth rug, received in state, his statellites thicker than the moons of Jupiter about him. Jimmy surveyed them calmly, shrewdly. He was not off guard; he surmised that in invit ing him someone might have had a purpose. The younger folk danced after din ner. Jimmy did not dance very well, and the cards all seemed full.. It was past ten when he had his chance of speech with Mary Ella. "I guess yours is full, too," he said, reaching for her card. "I kept two for you," she said, "but you never came. "I can t dance very wen, ne ex nlained. "But if you don't mind my getting off step now and then " sne shook ner neaa. "Thanks, but couldn't we just sit it out?" "Couldn't we?" There was a sud den laugh in his eyes. "It is so warm in here. Can't we get out to the balcony?" The April moon was making mag ic out there, and a little breeze shiv ered the leaves in ghostly rustles, and whispering afar through the trees the river ran a silver sluice with nei ther wash nor tide. "It's a night for rowing Look at the river!" Jimmy said. Then, after a pause, "How did you come to ask me, anyway?" Mary Ella was bred to an inheri tance of diplomacy, not of candor. Her eyes drooped and narrowed. "Oh policy!" she said vaguely. Jimmy nodded. "I thought so. How has tne uid Guard classed me?" Static or kine tic?" She furrowed her forehead a mo ment. "How do you politely define a live wire?" "Me!" said Jimmy, a little glow in his eyes. "I guess you are the in sulator." "I hadn't thought of it," Mary Ella said calmly. "That is, not exactly in those terms. It is a lovely night for rowing." "Is there a boat in the boathouse?" "A fairly good one. But " "Get your scarf or something and let's row out the two dances. I can pull an oar better than I can pull off a two-step." For a fractional space of time Ma ry Ella hesitated, swayed hither and you. Suddenly she wheeled and dis appeared into some remote corner of the balcony. Returning, Jimmy saw she had a long, light coat wrapped about her. She gave one long glance behind her at the high old house, the lighted rooms in all their pitiful shabb the very pathetic embodiment of Tra dition worn thin and tottery. Cousin Cornelia, the withered and unplucked rose; Cousin Randolph, with his shif ty eyes and receding chin; Uncle Le Barron, inflated and pompous, yet wanting but some rapier thrust to col lapse the empty hull of him to quiv ering dissolution. Mary Ella's lips curled in , a fine, satiric line. For down the years, there was a wild, romantic strain in the ' LeBarron blood. Now it flowered suddenly in the last of the race, a pale, slim slip of a girl. She walked away from all the known that night unaware that she herself was the example of re version to type that iri her Tradition has origin and birth! Meanwhile the river beckoned the silver, shimmering silence of it slip ping under the sycamores . and the bending elders, arching away in a curve till the lights of the city were blotted out by the wall of forest. Wever. before had Mary Ella gone such a journey unchaperoned; what social commandments were fractured when she stepped serenely into the cockleshell of a boat let the dwellers in convention declare. High Hall. with its twinkling lights and sloping terraces, vanished. The boat swung out as dreams do, the moon looking down, serene, and as all through the years of earth, too tolerant of youth, too reminded to spin moon-webs for unwary feet. ' In the moon-magic that bound them, Time stood still. As they moored the boat at the foot of the sycamore and ran up the path together, some sinking qualm possessed Mary Ella. "Oh, do you think it is very late?" Before Jimmy could make reply, she clutched his arm. "They've gone the carriages the motors! They've a gone! Why " Her voice trailed away. Following close behind her O'Neill entered the great hall, empty now of guests. Their glances flew to the hall clock! Mary Ella looked at him, her face gone deathly white. "We are in for it. You'd better go." "Why?" he said, a keen light kin dled in his eyes. In the drawing-room the tribunal awaited them. The judge spoke first. Perhaps it was better than beating her with a stout stick. "Was it necessary to return home at all " Mary Ella stared for one astounded moment. Then she squared her round, rigid shoulders. Words form ed in her throat but fluttered unsaid, because a hand fell upon her arm, the hand of Jimmy O'Neill, possessive and steady. "No, not necessary, now nor any day. But who are you to insult her, you white-washed sepulchre of rotten politics, and robber of orphans and widows? Shut up, you too, Ran dolph E. Randolph III; don't forget I know you, and the cement you stole in that f-troet deal will hang around ymtr. pitiful neck and drag you down to pevidtion with the man who boupht you. As my wife, I dare you to open your blackguard mouth about her, or I'll wring the wry necks of ye and pitch ye to the carrion crow3!" Cousin Cornelia collapsed in a heap on the sofa. The judge began to sput ter and rave! - "Put him out, the red-headed devil in my own house! Randolph, d'ye tand by and listen to him me, Judge Le Barron " Jimmy snapped his fingers. "Judge This-and-That! Judge Quack-Quack!' Mary Ella, run along and get what things you might need. He'll not put me out. Good reason, he can't. We will shake the dust of ye off our shoes, and I'll shake ye out of the judge's seat and out o' politics, so help me God!" It was his last word to them, strid ing out, with the small, cold hand of Mary Ella clasped fast in his own. 'They had passed out before the scat tered wits of Kandolph 111 returned to him; before Cousin Cornelia sobbed out some broken words of pity and reproach "The child meant no harm. She forgot. She is young. They are so young! I wish the words had choked you, Joseph, before you spoke them!" But Mary Ella had gone. Her lit tle feet in their thin white shoes kept pace with Jimmy's nervous stride. Journeying on was Mary Ella with those daring, willing feet into the Land of Romance. "We can't raise Bcandal by a mid night marriage, Mary Ella," he r "But I'll take vou to my mother. Tomorrow we'U be married at the parish house." There was silence then, broken on ly by the pitpat of her little feet, and the clack-cla,ck of his own. "Mary Ella," he said in a low and troubled voice, "you don't mind so much, do you?" "No," said Mary Ella. "You've seen those you liked less than me?" "Oh, yes," said Mary Ella. "If I were so bold as to ask you to kiss me, what would you think of it?" In the moon-glow her eyes danced with laughter. "Suppose" she paused and in the pause his heart forgot to beat. " suppose you ask me and see?" And so on the next afternoon Mary Ella, now by the grace of the law Mrs. Shamus O.'Neill, sat in the par lor where Mrs. O'Neill had installed her, and looked at the portraits on the walls, a dancing flicker in her eyes. There was "Himself," done in crayon presumably as a pirate by .the fierceness of his beard and hair Then with "me -hands on me buzzum to show me weddin' ring," bloomed Bridget O'Neill, once Callahan; ail the agonies of pastel could not con ceal the fact that on het wedding day Bridget had been a fair colleen, nor that Jimmy had inherited the pi quant angle of his nose. Mary Ella faced Jimmy's own picture. The ar tist had used, mercifully, some softer tint for his hair and omitted hi3 freckles, otherwise Jimmy at ten was much the same Jimmy at thirty-two. When a fortnight later Jennie Mo ran dropped in to talk over Jimmy's alliance with the "ayistocracy," for once in her life Mrs. Bridget failed to be communicative. She sat, dress ed in her second-best mohair, sway ing backward and forward in the red plush rocker. Her tone was lofty and solemn. "I always said, when Jimmy mar ried 'twas Biddy O'Neil would take her aise." r In the kitchen Norah O'Brien was busy among pots and pans. But to Mary Ella the mother-in-law had handed over the keys, and Norah. though biddable and willing, was not skilled. For instance, she was whol- FAMILY AVOIDS SERIOUS SICKNESS By Being Constantly Supplied With Thedford'i Black-Draught. McDuff, Va. "I suffered for several years," says Mrs. J. B. Whittaker, ot this place, "with sick headache, and stomach trouble. Ten years ago a friend told me to try Thedfortf's Black-Draught, which I did, and I found it to be the best family medi cine for yaung and eld. 1 keep Btack-Drattght on hand all fh time new, aad wketi my children feel a little bed, they ask me for a dose, and it does them more feed than any medicini they ever fried. We aever heve a long spell of slck aees is ear family, since we commenced using Mack-Draught." Tkedferd's Black-Draught Is pwslj vegetable, and has been found to regu late week stomachs, aid digestion, re lieve tadifeetiM, colic, wind, nausea, headache, sick stomach, and similai syatpteins. It he been In constant use for mere thee 19 years, and has benefited mere than a atalmi people. Yew druist sell, and recommends Blaek-Drauent. Price only 25c. Get a Package to-day. N. C 123 ly ignorant of the necessary manipu lation of a pot roast. For that mat ter, so was Mary Ella, and Jimmy had sent home a pot roast. The two young things; mistress and maid, stood staring at the cut reposing on its white paper in the center of the kitchen table. "You cook it in a pot, you know," Mary Ella volunteered. She poked the piece with her finger. ' "Yessum," Norah said hopefully. The ould mother, as it chanced, awoke with a cold that morning. She descended now to the kitchen grumb ling that the parlor was draughty. Truth was, one week of her "aise" had made her a miserable woman. "It is the stame of the kitchen I'll be needin' to clear up me head. Slap that roast in the pot, Norah, with a bit of pork first to sizzle out the fat, and let me be gettin' the whiff of it, dearie." She gave Mary Ella a sly glance. "Run along, honey. 'Tis no use for both of us .standin' by Norah, who is a fine girl to learn once she is showed how to do a thing." Mary Ella laughed. "But who will teach me?" she said. The ould mother patted her should er. "There's no need for ye to know glad for ye I am, darlint, that the bad days are over. Jimmy nor his ould mother want the sweet, white hands of ye spilt as mme have been this many a day," said the ould moth, er. "Go back to the parlor wid your wee bit lacework, so if your fine friends come they will not say Jimmy O'Neill made a drudge of his wife." "Jimmv works," Mary Ella said stubbornly. ,"And there's things I've never learned which a housekeeper ought to know. My fine friends are no haste to come. Her lip curled. The ould mother shot her a glance. "Then ye are well rid of fair-weather folk. Mayhap," she added haughtily, "they don't know that the O'Neills wor kings of Oireland!" But that very morning a car drew up at the gate. Mary Ella, dusting the portraits, saw Edith Gaines and Constance Armour descending. She united her apron, whisked it and her gloves into the bed-room, and answer ed the Dell. She kissed them and ushered them in. Constance took the plush rocker; Edith had the gilt chair that squeak ed. "It will hold," Mary Ella said calm ly, seeing Edith's look of alarm. "Jimmy sits in it, and he is quite a bit heavier than you." For the next half-hour they talked mostly it was Constance and Mary Ella, while Edith, stricken dumb, look ed stealthily at the red and green car pet, the piratical gentleman in his gilt frame, the wax flowers under the glass bell, and sniffed warily there were onions cooking in a pot roast in the kitchen. Mary Ella was the least embarrassed of the three, being possessed of the saying grace of hu mor, a quality utterly belied by her cool, pretty face with its leaf-brown eyes. She sat on the davenport, her little slippered feet crossed; her ging ham dress showed a square of milk white at the throat. ' "Mary Ella, you are positively ro sy!" Constance exclaimed. "Housework and early hours," Ma ry Ella said. "I get up when Jim my does and he awakes at five. He is very busy now." "It is rather odd that he announced for county judge against your Uncle Joseph." "Isn't it?" Mary Ella said innocent ly. "I saw your Cousin Cornelia the other day. She asked about you. She was very fond of you." A shadow drifted across Mary El la's eyes. "Cousin Cornelia was al ways dear and good," she said. Presently Edith and Constance went away; once the car was safely out of sight Edith shook out her veil. "Onions," she said, "how they cling!" Constance surveyed her wth humor ous, but cynical eyes. "'They seem to agree with Mary Ella," she said dryly. June saw the annual flitting of the folk on Cherry Hill, at least all who could afford to flit, and many who could illy do so. Others, from choice or necessity, remained, cool and com fortable behind closed doors and Ve netian blinds. But the little grey cot tage in the treeless row was neither cool nor comfortable. The ould moth er, inured to heat or cold, minded it none, but Mary Ella wjiitened and grew languid in the July days. Jim my was in the very thick of the cam paign, too busy and too tired to see the change. But the ould mother's eyes were keener. She sharply jog ged his elbow one night after supper was over "I've a task for ye in the kitchen." Go on out to the porch, Mary Ella, where there's the rag of a breeze." She dragged Jimmy in side and shut the door. "If ye'd eyes in yerhead, ye'd see the child is droopin' for want of clean, cool air. She ain't the likes of you and me. We've been through the (Continued on page 6.) peratkm These Three Women Tell How They Escaped the Dreadful Ordeal of Surgical Operations. iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii U 1 VI... d, Hospitals are great and necessary institutions, but they should be the last resort for women who suffer with ills peculiar to their sex. Many letters on file in the Pinkham Laboratory at Lynn, Mass., prove that a great number of women after they have been recommended to submit to an operation have been made well by Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound. Here are three such letters. All sick women should read them. Marinette. Wis. 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