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Fighting
Chance.
By ROBERT W. CHAMBERS.
Copyright. 1806, by thc Curtis Publishing
Company.
Copyright, 1900, j y Hobcrt W. Chambers.
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CHAPTER
ELEVEN
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The dulled double, flat?
top 0/ horses sounded.
1 HE park was very misty and
damp and still that February
morning. Far away ou the
wooded bridle patb the dulled
double gallop of horses sounded, now
Baffled In a hollow, now louder. Jar?
ring the rising ground, nearer, heavier,
then sudileuly
chocked to a
tra mille, ns Syl?
via drew bridle
by the reservoir
and. straighten?
ing In her sad?
dle, raised her
flushed face to
the sk y.
"Rain?" she
asked as Quar?
rier, controlling
h JI beautiful,
restive horse,
ranged up alongside of her.
"Probably." he said, scarcely glanc?
ing at the .ky, where, above the great
rectangular lagoons, hundreds of sea
gulls, high in the air, hung flapping
stemming some rushing upper gale
unfe'.t below.
On their daily rides together it was
her custom to discuss practical mat?
tera concerning their future, and lt
was his custom to listen until pressed
for a suggestion, au assent or a reply.
Sparing words?cautious, chary of
self commitment aud seldom offering
to assume the Initiative?this was the
surface character which she had come
to recognize and acquiesce in. This
was Quarrier as he had been develop?
ed from her hazy, preconceived ideas
of the man before she had finally ac?
cepted him at Shotover the autumn be?
fore. She also knew him as a raeth
M'.cal man. exacting from o.thers the
orderly precision which characterized
his own dealings. A man of education
and Tittle learning, of attainments and
little ? cultivation, conversant with
usages, formal, intensely sensitive to
ridicule, incapable of hymor.
This was Quarrier as she knew him
or had known him. Recently she had.
little by little, become aware of an In?
definable change in the man. For one
thing, he had grown more reticent. At
times, too, his reserve seemed to have
something almost surly about it. Un?
der his cold composure a hint of some?
thing concealed, watchful and very
quiet.
Confidences she had never looked for
In him nor desired. It appallgd her at
moments to realize how little they had
In common and that only on the sur?
face?a communion of superficial in?
terest incident to the fulfillment of so?
cial duties and the pursuit of pleasure.
Beyond that she knew nothing of him,
required nothing of him. What was
there to know? What to require?
Now that the main line of her route
through life had been surveyed and
carefully laid out, what was there
more for her In life than to set 4vTit
upon her progress? It was her own
road. Presumptive leader already,
logical leader from the day she mar?
ried?leader, in fact, when the ukase,
her future legacy, so decreed. It was
n royal road laid out for her through
the gardens and pleasant places. A
road for her alone, and over lt she had
chosen to pass. What more was there
to desire?
From the going of Siward all that
he had aroused in her of love, of intel
Billy Fleetwood,
llgence, of wholesome desire and sane
curiosity?the intellectual restlessness,
the capacity for passion, the renais?
sance of the simpler innocence?had
subsided into the laissez faire of dull
quiescence.
*******
Riding there, head bent, ber pulses
timing the slow pacing of her horse,
she presently became aware, without
looking up, that Quarrier was watching
her. She moved slightly in her saddle
to look at him and for au instant fan?
cied that there was something furtive
In his eyes. Only for an instant, for
he quietly picked up the thread of con?
versation where she had dropped it,
saying that it had been raining for the
last ten minutes and that they might
as well turu their horses toward shel?
ter.
Without reason, through and through
her shot a shiver of loneliness?utter
loneliness nnd isolation. Without rea?
son, because from him she expected
nothing, required nothing, except what
he offered?the emotionless reticence
of Indifference, the composure of per?
fect formality. What did she want,
then ?companions? She had them.
Friends? She could scarcely escape
from them. Intimates? She bad only |
j t-Viiiii.t* i*!iv i'ir ?! biiUill'-rf AlfrBftt ',
isijwtsiv. to hw uv.ri iiir.no. tvuf
itfrttt. Mtiely, With -UN wea bjf i
,'ow York trotvdiiitf. shouldering,
rushing their Way td lief feet? Lone*
,-? With Hie women of New York
truggling already for precedence in
er favor??omen significant of the
ays to come, of those future years
lamond linked lu one unbroken, tri*
mphant glitter.
"About that Amalgamated Electric
ompauy," she began without prelude.
Wquld you mind answering a ques
lon or two. Howard?"
"You could not understand it," he
aid, unpleasantly disturbed by her
bruptness.
"As you please. It ls quite true I
an make nothing of what the newspa
iers are saying about it, except that
dr. Plank seems to l>e doing a number
>f things."
"Injunctions and other matters," ob?
served Quarrier.
"Is anybody gping to lose any mouey
n It?"
"Who. for example?"
"Why-you, for example." she said.
toughing.
"I don't expect to."
"Then it is going to turn out nil
ight? And Mr Plank and Kemp Fer
rali and the major and?the other peo?
ple Interested are not going to be al?
most ruined by the Intercounty peo?
ple?"
"Do you think a man like Plank ls
likely to be ruined, ns you say. by
Amalgamated Electric."
"No. Rut Kemp and tbe major"?
"1 think the major ls out of danger."
replied Quarrier, looking nt her with
the new. sullen narrowing of his eyes.
"I am glad of that, ls Kemp?and
the others?"
"Ferial! could stand it if matters go
wrong What others?"
"Why?the other owners and stock?
holders"?
"What others? Who do you mean?"
"Mr. Siward, for example" she said
In an even voice, leaning over to pat
her horse's neck with her gloved hand.
"Mr. Siward must'take the chances
we a!l take." ol.served Quarrier.
"Rut. Howard, It v.ould really mean
ruin for him if matters went badly.
Wouldn't it?"
"1 am not familiar with the details
of Mr. Siward's investments."
"Nor am I," she said slowly.
She spoke about other things. Ile
responded in his impassive manner.
Presently she turned her horse, and
Quarrier wheeled his, facing a wann,
fine rain slauting thickly from the
south.
His silky Vandyke beard was all wet
with the moisture. She noticed it. and
unbidden arose the vision of the gun?
room at Shotover - Quarrier's soft
beard wet with rain, the phantoms of
people passing and repassing, Siward's
straight figure swinging past, silhou?
etted against the glare of light from the
billiard room. And here she made an
effort to efface the vision, shutting her
eyes as she rode there in the rain, but
clearly against the closed lids she saw
the phantoms passing ? specters of
dead hours, the wraith of an old hap?
piness masked with youth and wear?
ing Siward's features!
She saw herself be*side him uraong
the cushions; tasted again the rose
petals that Tier lips had stripped from
the blossoms; saw once more the
dawn of something in his steady eyes;
felt his arm about her. his breath?
Her horse, suddenly spurred, bound?
ed forward through the rain, and she
rode breathless, with her Ups half part?
ed, as if afraid, turning lier head to
look behind?as though she could out?
ride the phantom clinging to her stir?
rup, masked like youth, wearing the
shadowy eyes of love!
? **?***
An hour later, fresh from her bath,
luxurious in loose and filmy lace, her
small white feet shod with silk, she
lunched alone, cradled among the cush?
ions of her couch.
Twice she strolled through the rooms
leisurely, summoned by her maid to
the telephone, the first time to chat
with Grace Ferrall, who, it appeared,
was a victim of dissipation, being still
abed, and out of humor with the rainy
world; the second time to answer in
the negative Marion's suggestion that
she motor to Lakewood with her for
the week's end before they closed their
house.
Sauntering back again, she sipped
her milk and vichy, tasted the straw?
berries, tasted a big bkick grape, dis?
carded both and lay back among the
cushions, her naked arms clasped be?
hind her head, and, dropping one knee
over the other, stared at the ceiling.
The room was very still and dim, but
the clamor in her brain unnerved her,
and she sat up among the cushions,
looking vacantly about her with the
blue, confused eyes, the direct, unsee?
ing gaze of a child roused by a half
heard call.
The call?low, imperative, sustained
?continued softly persistent against
her windows, the summons of the
young year's rain.
She went to the window and stood
among the tilmy curtains, looking out
Into the mist. A springlike aroma pen?
etrated the room. She opened the
window a little way, and the sweet,
virile odor enveloped her.
A thousand longings rose within her.
Unnumbered wistful questions stirred
her, sighing, unanswered. Every breath
was drawing her backward, nearer,
nearer to the source of memory. Ah,
the cliff chapel in the rain! The words
of a text in ti rn bled deafly?the yearly
service for those who died at sea. And
she, seated there in the chapel dusk
thinking of him who sat beside her
and how he feared a heavier, stealth?
ier, more secret tide crawling, purring
about his feet!
Always, always at the end of every?
thing, he! Always, reckoning-step by
step, backward through time, he, the
source, the inception, the meaning of
all!
Unmoored at last, her spirit swaying,
enveloped in memories of him, she
gave herself to the flood, overwhelmed
as tide on tide rose, rushing over her,
body, mind and soul.
She closed her eyes, leaning there
heavily amid the cloudy curtains. She
moved back into the room nnd stood
staring at space through wet lashes.
The hard, dry pulse lu her throat hurt
her till her under lip, freed from the
tyranny of her small teeth, slipped
free, quivering rebellion.
She had been walkihg her room to
and fro, to and fro, for a long time
before she realized that sheiiad moved
at all.
And now Impulse held the helm. A
immojui ..i^ismmssmmrm
Mi mm^mi m$i m tiwi iwf. \
m to letta, u M mw mw
lill.*,
. _1?ele was ii telephone at nef ulbow; |
^'o lie-ed to hunt through lists to fliid
i number sin* bad known so long by
leart, the tire* figures which had re
terated' tlu'mselve- so often, mouoto
ious!y iusistfiit. slyly persuasive, .re
aeating (hempel\cs even in her dreams,
so that ihe awoke at times shivering
with the vi.-ion in which she had listen
jd to temptation and had culled to
bim across thc wilderness of streets
and men.
*******
"Is he at borne."
p'${y "Would you
EHaCvJj ask him lo come
; /^^ to tht
m- PX phone?"
to the tele
"Please say to
bim that it is
a-a friend
Thank you."
In the throb?
bing quiet of her
Hhhe al homet" room she heard,
the fingers of the prying rain busy at
lier windows, the ticking of the small
French clock, very dull, very far away
?or was it her heart?
"Who ls [XT
Her voice left her for an lustant.
Her dry lips made uo answer,
"WTho Is it?" he repeated In his
steady, pleasant voice.
"It ls I."
There was absolute silence, so long
that it frightened her, but before she
could speak again his voice was sound?
ing In her ears, patient, unconvluced:
"I don't recognize your voice. Who
am I shaking to?"
"Sylvia."
There was no response, and she spoke
again:
"I only wanted to say good morning.
It is afternoon uow. Is lt too late to
say good morning ?"
"No. I'm badly rattled. Is it you,
Sylvia?"
"Indeed it is. I am in my owy room.
l-l thought"
"Yes; I am listening."
"I don't know what I did think. Is
it necessary for me to telephone you a
minute account of the mental proc?
esses which ended by my calling you
up out of the vasty deep?"
The old ring in her voice, hinting of
the laughing undertone, the same trail?
ing sweetness of inflection?could he
doubt his senses any longer?
"I know you now," he said.
"I should think you might. I should
very much like to know how you are?
If you don't mind saying?"
"Thank you. I seem to be all right.
Are you all right, Sylvia?"
"Shamefully and outrageously well.
What a season too! Everybody else is
in rags?makeup rags! Isn't that a dis?
agreeable remark? But I'll come to
the paint brush, too. of course. We
aft do. Doesn't anybody'ever see you
any more?"
She heard him laugh to himself un?
pleasantly?then, "Does anybody want
to?"
"Everybody, of course! You know lt.
You always were spoiled to death."
"Yes?to death."
"Stephen!"
"Yes?"
"Are you becoming cynical?**
"I? Why should I?"
"You are! Stop it! Mercy on us!
If that ls what ls going on In a certain
house on tower Fifth avenue, facing
the corner of certain streets, lt's time
somebody dropped in to"?
"To?what?"
"To the rescue! I've a mind to do it
myself. They say you are not well,
either."
"Who says that?"
"Qh, the usual little ornithological
cockatrice?or, rather, cantatrice. Don't
ask me, because I won't tell you. I
always tell you too much anyway.
Don't I?"
"Do you?"
"Of course I do. Everybody spoils
you, and so do I."
"Yes?1 am rather In that way, I
suppose." ?
"What way?"
"Oh-spoiled."
"Stephen!"
"Yes?"
And In a lower voice, "Please don't
say such things?will you?"
"No."
"Especially to me."
"Especially to you. No, 1 won't.
Sylvia."
And, after a hesitation, she continu
ed sweetly:
"I wonder what you were d'?i:!g. ni'
alone lu that old house of jrw_r~. ? ?
I called you up?"
"I? Let me see. Oh. 1 rms ??
tending some packing."
"Are you g.dng off sonicwb"
"I think so."
"Where?"
"I don't know. Sylvia."
"I decline to be nobbed. I'm ? :.
less, and I wish to be Informed. Pi_J
tell me."
"I'd rather not tell you."
"Very well. Good by! Rut don't ri
off just yet. Stephen. Do yon {.''?'?
that some time you wouid rare to fi ?
any people?1 mean when you begii: '
go out again?"
"Who, for example7"
"Why, anybody!"
"No; I don't think I should care to.
I'm rather too busy to go about, even
If I were Inclined to."
"Are you really busy, Stephen?"
"Yes?wailing. That is the very
hardest sort of occupation, and I'm
obliged to be on hand every minute."
"But you said that you were going
out of town."
"Did I? Well, I did not say it exact?
ly, but I am going y> leave town."
"For very long?" she asked.
"Perhaps. I.can't tell yet."
"Stephen, before you go, If you are
going for a very, very long while?per?
haps you will?you might care to say
goodby."
"Do you care to have me?"
"Yes, I do."
There was a silence, and when his
voice sounded again it had altered.
"I do not think you would care to
see me, Sylvia. I?they say 1 am?I
have changed?since my?since a slight
Illness. I am not over lt yet, not cured
?not very well yet, and a little tired,
you see?a little shaken. I am leaving
New York to?to try ouce more to be
cured. I expect to be well?one way or
another"?
"Stephen, where are you going? An?
swer me!" ?
"I can't answer you."
"Is your Illness seriousT*
m kum tightttiW Wtitittd iii)) ty j
lelvet' vlilfpiied td iii* d.llcdt. tinily
indc. tile pressure .Rite, stt'tiggllug
vith the mouuting Impulse, voice and
ip unsteady, she still -poke with re
itralnt:
"You say ydu require care? And
what care have you? Who ls there
ivlth you? Answer nie!"
"Why, everybody?the servants. I
lave care enough."
"Oh, the servants! Have you a phy?
sician to advise you?"
"Certainly?the best in the world, j
Sylvia, dea-Sylvia, I didn't mean to j
jive you an impression"?
"Stephen, I will have you truthful
with me! I know perfectly well you
are 111. I?If I could only?if there was
something, some way? Listen: I am
?-I am going to do something about it,
and i don't care very much what I do!'
"What sweet nonsense!" he laughed
but bia voice was no steadier thai
hers.
"Will you drive with me?" she aske(
impulsively, "some afternoon?"
"Sylvia, dear, you don't really wan
me to do it. Wait, listen: 1?I've go
to tell you that?that I'm not fit for it.
I've got to be honest with yon. I am
not fit, not in physical condition to go
tut just yet: i've really been ill for
weeks. Plank has beeu very nice tc
me. I want to get well. I mean tc
try very hard. But the man you knew
?is?changed."
"Changed?"
"Not in that way!" he said in a slow
voice.
"H-how, then?" she stammered, all
a-thrill.
"Nerve gone almost Going to get
lt back agaiu, of course. Feel a mil?
lion times better already for talking
with you."
"Do?does it really help?"
"It's the only panacea for me," he
said, too quickly to consider his
words. ,
"The only one?" she faltered. "Dc
you mean to say that your trouble
ill jess?has anything to do with"?
"No. no! I only"?
"Has lt. Stephen?"
"No!"
"Because If I thougbt"
"Sylvia, I'm not that sort! You
mustn't talk to me that way. There's
nothing to be sorry for about me. Any
mau may lose his nerve and, if be is
a man, go after lt aud get lt back
again. Every man has a fighting
chance. You said lt yourself once?
that a man mustn't ask for a fighting
chance; he must take it. And I'm go
ing to take it and win out one way
or-^anothe/"."
"What do you mean by 'another,'
Stephen?"
"I? Nothing. It's a phrase."
"What do you mean? Answer me?"
"It's a phrase," he said again; "no
meaning, you know."
"Stephen, Mr. Plank says that you
are lame."
"What did he say that for?" demand
cd Siward wrathfully.
"I asked him. Kemp saw you on
crutches at your window, so I asked
Mr. Plauk, and he said you had dis?
carded your crutches too soon and had
fallen and lamed yourself again. Are
you able to walk yet?"
"Yes, of course."
"Outdoors?"
"A?no, uot just yet."
"lu otber words, vou are practically
bedridden."
"No, no! I can get nliont the room
very well."
"You couldn't go downstairs for an
hour's drive, could -yon?"
"Can't manage that for awhile," Jip
Bald hastily.
"Oh, the vanity of you. Stephen Si?
ward! The vanity! Ashamed to le'
Own bl*.
mm gee you when you are not your
complete nnd magnificently attractive
self! Silly, I shall see you! I shall
drive down on the first sunny morn?
ing and sit outside in my victoria un?
til you can't stand the temptation an?
other Instnnt. I'm going to do it. You
cannot stop me. Nobody can stop me
I desire to do it, and that is sufficient,
I think, for everybody coucerued. If
the sun is out tomorrow I shall be out
too! I am so tired of not seeing you!
Let central listen! I don't care. 1 don't
care what I am saying. I've endured it
so long?I? There's no use! I am too
tired of It, and I want to see you.
Can't we see each other without?with?
out-thinking about things that are
settled once and for all?"
"I can't," he said.
"Then you'd better learu to! Thc
Idea of you telling me you had lost
your nerve! You've got to get lt back
?aud help me find mine! Yes, lt's
gone, gone, gone! I lost it in the raiu
somewhere today. Does the scent ot
the rain come in at your window? Dc
you remember*- There. I can't say lt:
Gcodby. good by I You must get well
and I must too. Good by!"
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2 Brownie-Devel'>pi?? Powder.,
1 Pkg. Kodak Acid Fixing Powder,
1 Four-oz. Graduate,
1 Stirring Rod, ....
$2 00
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.15
.10
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1 No. 2 Brownie Printing Frame, i
1 Doz. 2:4 x BJa Brownie Velox,
2 Eastman M. Q. Developing Tubes,
8 Pa.[>er Developing Trays,
1 Doz. 2'4 x Bk Duplex Mounts,
1 Doa. Kodak Dry _iou::U_g-i..""..,
1 Instruction Boo!', . ? -
$4.<_o
00 Price. Complete
At all KodaL Dealers.
$4??
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Write for Booklet
of the Kodak Box.
EASTMAN KODAK CO.
Rochester, N. V., ta. Kodak etta.
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COME AND SEE WHY
Rubberhide Bcots
will save you A LOTW
MONEY, and keep your
feet dry and COMFORT?
ABLE all the line.
Fer Sal. By
JojtKfl & SHOULDER,
Dm IIill9 Virginia.
UNIVERSITY OF VIKUIXIA
I.Al) STATE PU 1JLIC SCHOOL SYSTEM
-ETTE7.S, SCIENCES, LAW,
MEDICINE, ENCINERINC
MO COVERS ALL COSTS
f Virgina students of fees and tuition
n either of the ecad( mo deparintiit
owest charges in thc South. Next se.
ion begins September 10 Nod forcat
oguc Vniversity Summer School OfHtM
Itily lHth.
KOWARJ WINSTIH Registrar,
i IT OT Ivr Charlottesville, Va.
j I ENRY A FLAN EN
'tactical Land PVRY-TrOU and no
ta ky Public.
IfC-tfTcy, Highland Co., \a
Maps and Blue Pi'I-to a gpeci.ity All
vrrW in this line solicited.
Contractor and Builder
I'i'i nuineiitly Locntt-d
Wh at* prHpiirt'd io il? nil <-'a>si'H
t winni wot!*, >t ch a> bblldih||
lOl'SES, 1WTIN8,
STABLES. SHEDS, ETC.
[_*l uh I,a\? Y-uir oiders for Dnori
nd Sa-lits wc can sa\e Y"U tiioneY.
W? il.- }?ll kinds of chop m* rk
i?i? slop. iiipru\ed niiu hinerv
'd (in kilt', in fuel everything
>i.?l um s to Mir.k- an up-to-dat^ and
^11 , quipped I'tant.
iL-i.l. r in iu all ki; ?i> <?! Lcm Uer.
)n*M4ti Lu tuber h Special tv.
\ 1 11rd. rs receive prompt ktten*
. ii
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(ti iilii
AGLN'iS lok
.'KINGFIELD
F.KE & MARINE IS. CO.
THE HOME INS. CO., N.Y.
*ii\l VA, FI RE & MARINE,
Richmond, Va.
\.cNult.y A: Arbogast,
successor tr 'icNulty ?fe Maury
All business trusted to me wil
have prompt attention.
r. f. d. Monterey, Va
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dr u i. stratton,
.YE,EAR NOSE ANDTIIROAT SPECIALS?
"Lexington, Va.
Two trips to Highland county?in May
nd tn totter,?-.tipping at Monterey,
cDowell and Poe Hill (ilant-es fitted
y pru~cripii >n
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KILLtheQO
and cure tke lu.?g3
WITH
tn
New Discovery
FOR ^SH_?i^s !h__3__
I UH %^OLDS Trial Bottle Free
AND AU THROnT ANO LUNG TR0UBU
GUARANTEED SATISFAGTC
OR MONI'Y REFUNDED.
-?..__r:-_a_5__
WHEN YOU SHOOT
i want .*. HIT what you are aiming at
?be it bird, beast or target. Malce your
?hots count by -hooting the STEVEN'S.
For 41 ycart STEVEN'S ARMS have
carri.d off PREMIER HONORS for AC?
CURACY. Our line:
Rifles, Shotguns, Pistols
Aakf ' U?_;*t?I-,
tist on liie .teven s.
If you cannot obtain.
wa Ship iii.' t, ex
frest frip, ;', mn ?
tta'i?_nci ?
Sena 4ctj.ln ttami*
f>r nonage C.iulotj
of commet, fat?rt. A
r_ui-wh*tth ofrefer.
ta e fi present ?nd
d ? ? '?:? ^.:?ri.
Beautiful three-color Aluminum Hr-nger will
be forv.-rucu for io cents in stamps.
J. Stevens Arms & Tool Co.,
P. O. Bor 4098
CHICOPEE FALLS, MASS., 17. 8. A.
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