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Cer O Novelized by Porter Emerson Browne From th Play of the Shma Nun by Booth Tarkington and Harry Leoa Wilton Copyright, 1910, by American Press Association (Continued from first page.) plain about the butterfly. But would these things, that explanation, be suffl clent? She did not know. Her father was a strange man, a proud man, a man reserved. She loved him much, But sometimes he wus strange. She did not understand. She felt far from bin), very fur. And Aunt Marguerite was even the shadow of her brother. , And so she hurried on. In the great room of the bouse of Valette, a room that once bud bud even the splendor of the old chateau In the Norman bills, but now time ; worn, sunk Into the dullness that i marks decay, were tbey preparing to - do their last dead slave the honor of the candles, for old Christian hild been obedient, faithful yea, even to the eud of bis days. And for this be was to have the bouor that comes to the Valettes In their going. It was old Louise who counted the candles now for the last slave, the slave that was dead. Stout, heavy fea tured, clad In rough gray gown and cap of spotless white, she bent over the leather box tbut lny upon the old table, taking therefrom the candles and counting them as she did so. And as Bhe counted there came to the kind ly old face a look of worrlment. At length she turned, bearing foot steps. Came through the door the sis ter of M. de Valette. Across the som ber room she came, a highborn, high bred woman of Hlxty, a woman of deli cate, pale, gentle face and sleudur fig ure. Old Louise courtesied. - "You ure counting the caudles?" ask ed Mile, de Valette, It wus a ques tion that was not a question. Bhe went on. "My brother tolls the bell for old Christian with his own hands." The old servant shrugged ber shoul ders. "Who else Is there to do It?" she queried. Mile, de Valette said, "Le maltre will V play the requiem." She was counting Nthe candles Finishing, she exclaimed: "My good Louise, there are not enough! Old Clirlxtluu was sixty-three." h ,'uin Louise shrugged her shoulders. "Here are thirty-eight," she grum bled. "Tbut should be enough. Old Christian! He was but a black sluve, after all." She shook ber head. In the year of our Lord 1813, you know, slaves, especially dead slaves, were not of much value. Caudles were. Mile, de Valette, pity In ber gentle heart, would have made reply, but ere opportunity was hers there bud en tered the room Father O'Mara, priest of the parish a kindly uiun Father O'Mara, who lived much In the out of doors, a strong man and rugged and man of the kind tbut It were good for Qod to have In his tabor. He spoke In a full, deep voice that echoed resonantly from the dim raft ers with barely a trace of brogue. The old servant courtesled. Mile, de Va lette Inclined ber head graciously. "You are welcome, Father O'Mara," she said. "We are preparing the can dles, you see. - But there are not enough. Louise!" The old servant turned. Mile, de Valette, with a light gesture, Indicated where, upon tbe walls, tar nished sconces upheld blackened can dles. "Take those," she commanded. "I will look through the bouse for oth ers." Bhe bowed to Father O'Mara, who himself bowed, and passed through the door. Old Louise obediently weut from sconce to sconce, gathering the half burued bits of wax and wick. that . ere to be the lust earthly tribute to the doad slave. At length she came . again to the table, laying the old be side the new. . Father O'Mara took a pinch of snuff, watching ber with shrewd, kindly gray eyes. . ,. "Not enough candles!" he said at length. The old servant shook her head. "No, father," she returned, "not un less you can convince the master that old Christian was much younger than be said he was. Wouldn't you say, now, that be wouldn't have been more than" she atopped. counting the new candles and the old "forty-four T" she flulshetV "Much more (ban forty-four, Louise," Wagons Now Here Return 35 worth of cash tickets to, our stoe and receive one of Uiese wagons F1UCE, W. J. FUNK ft CO. said Father O'Mara, smiling a little, "But what has his age to do with It? Four candles are enough for your chnpel altar." 'Ills age has all to do with It." she replied. "You haven't been long in this parish, father, or you would know." lie lifted his hands. "Long!" he exclaimed. "My soul! I've been priest of this parish sixteen years come Easter!" "It is seventeen years since the last death In the De Valette family. That wns Mile. Madeleine's mother. She pass' to the blessed saints when Mile. Madeleine was born, the year before you came, so you do not know our custom here tf Valette, father." "Your custom?" "The custom of the candles. In this family of Valette they call it the hon or of the candles. They have that for hundreds of years. Since the time of the Emperor Charlemagne, In France, one beurs, whenever death conies to visit oue of this family candles to the number of his years, one caudle for each year, were set upon the altar of the old chapel at' the chateau in Nor mandy. No matter how or where one of the family died, perhaps at home, perhaps far away In battle, there were tho candles upon the altar. It Is a curious custom, father. And tbe old tales say it led to a tragedy once. But because of that do you think that the De Valettes abandoned It? Not theyt The De Valettes do not aban don custom." "A tragedy?" The priest was inter ested. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his cassocked knees. ' Louise weut on: "It was a De Valette who went to the crusades, tbey say. He was a lover, father, and the woman be loved was bis wife. He left ber there a bride and very beautiful, ne was a great soldier, and King Philip, in tbe Holy Land, made him count of all Valette, in Normandy. Bo be rode home gayly all the long Journey to kiss his bride again. But as be passed by tbe chapel before he came to tbe chateau be saw by the lighted win dow there were caudles on the altar. So be went In to count them. They were twenty. His wife, she was twen- GILBERT STEELE ty, father. So he know. And then he sot his dagger at the armpit where the breastplate does not meet " tho shoulder piece, reaching bis heart that way. Next day the caudles were for him." She finished. The priest sat back in his chair, folding his hands. "But that," he said, "was in the old world and hundreds of years ago." Bhe turned a little to him. "What Is that to the master r sha demanded, "It is enouirh for him that ho Is a De Valette. Here are we In Louisiana. But what difference has the new world made to the De Valettes wheu they come- here and bring their customs with them? They build our chHpel yonder." Bhe thrust ber arm behind her. Indicating the window through" which one might see tbe heavy spire of stone "like the one In Normandy." close by the house. "Yes." she went on grumbllngly, "they must uuve ineir cunpel-eveu an organist, old I.cnuiltro. the master keens here- one more mouth to feed! Aud he can do nothing in the world but piny the organ. And now the muster has said that old Christian, though he was a slave, must receive tho honor of tbe i a miles bevftuso ho has been a mem- r of tho household all his life." Father O'Mara said: "That does honor to your master's heart." In his place." muttered Loulsn. "l would rather save some for my stom ach. Old Christian was alxty-three years old. Here, with these others from tho sconces, I can make no more thau forty-four candles. If the master makes us buy more to nil thn there will be no more than salad to eat tomorrow," Father O'Mara rose, wandering to tho window. "So Christian was thrt Inst 1va ha. longing to M. de Valette r he said. K I .e.!!feMg!gga!! - - ...... lfegSfjfK "Tbe very last of all the hundreds that were in other days. All are sold or dead. Ah. these few acres that the Americans have left the master! It Is good that these few acres don't die!" Father O'Mara opened his snuffbox. J Deliberately be took a little of the puugeui powaer ana placed it to his nostrils. . "The chapel bell has stopped," he said. Louise, hastily gathering up the candles upon the table, placed them In the box. "Then the master will be coming," she cried. SIXTY years had come and had gone since the birth of M. de Valette. They had been years f Joy. years of sorrow, years of wealth, years of poverty. But alike they bad failed to move him from that which be was a De Valette.' A De Valette, you must know. Is a De Va lette, find when one has said that one has said all. And now be stood In the doorway, tall, erect, quiet, command ing, possessing lu all its fullness the innate dignity mothered of birth, fa thered of pride, a spare, unbending fig ure dressed plainly in black, with cam bric stock, collar and wristbands. His hair was gray, yet his eyebrows were still In their primal black. Father O'Mara turned and bent to his quiet greeting. To Louise turned the master. "You have the candles for the chap el?" he asked. "Yes. Miche. all of them." "There aro sixty-three?" . "!.'' The old servant paused hesitatingly. Bhe said: "Miche, I think Christian was not as old as be looked. He bad to me AND MADELEINE. the air of being not more than forty four." "Which, means," stated M. de Va lette, "that you have but forty-four candles." "Miche," cried Louise extenuatlngly, "Mile. Marguerite looks for others." "That will not do. We must have no burnt ones. Throw out those that are burnt." Louise raised ber hands protesting ly - , "But, Miche"- , "Go to the village and buy, more. Take the box. See that It la filled. You know where the money Is kept," She made a gesture of Imploratlon, but the master stood before her Inex orable. Slowly sh opened the drawer In the table. 8h took therefrom a few coma of small denomination. , "It Is the last." she whispered "the very last." lie said simply; "Have the box fllled," He turned from her. saying to the priest: "Father O'Mara,," The latter turned. - " "Touching the matter of masses for old Christian"- he began, but M. de Valette Interrupted him. "It Is In regard to another ceremony that I wish to Instruct you. One of he quick. It Is, not of the dead." O'Mara said, smiling: "1 have but christenings and wed llugs. I apprehend that this Is not a .hrlsteulng." , "A marriage. Father O'Mara." "Your sister. Mile Marguerite, has xtudescended at last?" exclaimed the priest fu apparent surprise. The other shook his head. ' - "My sister has not condescended." he returned. . "But." cried O'Mara, "it to not your daughter not little Madeleine!" "And why not?" - The priest queried slowly; J Chapter J Professional THOS. M. DILL ATTORNEY-AT-LAW Office first door south of New A Fraternal Bldg., Enterprise, Ore. 5 I BURLEIGH & BOYD ATTORNEYS-AHAW Practice in all State Courts and I Interior Department. Careful at $ tentlon to all business. D. W. SHEAHAN I LAWYER ENTERPRISE Practice In State and Federal "T Courts and Interior Department. 4 "nns she done with her dolls r "Mile, de Vallette." stated the other evenly, "Is seventeen.1' , . "Seventeen?" returned O'Mnra light ly. "All of . that? She carries her years easily." "Her betrothed is here," said De Va lette, unheeding. "I wish to present you." He turned. Thromrh tho ntn i door he could see his sister gathering canuies rrom tbe dull scouces by the fireplace. "My sister," he called, and then. "My sister will ask M. Haoul de Va lette If he will do me the honor of his presence here?" O'Mara, fist burled lu hand, was looking at him, his gray eyes half closed. He said, at length, slowly: "Upon my soul, M. de Valette. you take my breath! Little Madeleine be trothed!" De Valette smiled a little.' his fin gers playing with the cover of his snuffbox. "An arrangement of many years," he said. "M. Raoul de Valette Is my cousin." "And," queried the priest slowly, "Madeleine adores him?" "That will be her duty when she shall know him." "She has never seen him?" De Valette replied: "This Is M. de Valette's first visit here. He came late last night They are to be presented to each other to day." "And." nerslsted the nrlest "Kh la docile? She accepts this betrothal to one sue has never seen? ' - . De Valette smiled a little Rnrolv this good priest knew little of him and of bis. "Could there be any question of that?" he asked. "It is so that the demoiselles De Valette are brought up. She has always understood the ar rangement." . . ' The good priest shrugged his shoul ders a little. He said: "Faith, I have known young ladies of. seventeen to make their own ar rangements." ..... "They were not ladles of this fami ly, Father O'Mara," returned De Valette quietly. "Madeleine has never even seen a young man of her own class. The first, my cousin, is to be her husband.". The good priest said no word. He raised his eyebrows. There came with in his glance an approaching figure. It waa of a man of thirty-five or so, a MxrutLinrx aoobbs him J" man dressed carefully, even foppishly, with graying hair elaborately arranged and well turned calves set off with stockings of black silk. His coat was of dark, rich material, his waistcoat white with stripes of yellow, and his stock was of white silk, while his collar, frills and wristbands were of delicate cambric. , With head erect, chin held high, he sauntered toward them slowly, indolently. Father O'Mara, watched him closely. He Waa wont to read men by their faces, yet here was one that puzzled him. He was worried a little, but nothing of his features might hare shown. 1 . Entering the room, M. Raoul de Va lette turned to his cousin, bowing elab orately. "At your command, behold me," he said. His voice waa well modulated. It waa a voice that, even as bis face, ponded. - De Valette turned to the priest, then back to his consln. "M. Raoul de Valettu I have tbe honor to present to yon Father Joseph O'Mara. abbe of this parish." Raoul acknowledged the introduction with formality, the priest with dignity. O'Mara said: "Yon are of the younger branch of tbe family, I believe, sir." Merely tbe cadets Kaonl returned. "None the less of purest strain." as serted De Valette. "M. Raoul de Va lette la tbe namesake of that other Raoul de Valette whose portrait Uee yonder" he Indicated to where upon the wall rested a time dimmed figure of oils "to my mind the greatest of our ancestors," .-,;.. 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He put an ocean between ber and the king's pur suit We lost tbe estates In Norman dy, but we kept the good, name of our women." He stood a moment, con templating. In silence tbe scroll upon tbe bottom of the old frame wherein lay the portrait of him who bad done these things. He said, at length, slow ly: "Untarnished! That la the motto of De Valette. We keep our women acred. And that la our proudest tradition-Dot even the breath of a king." Raoul. gating disinterestedly at the point of his shining pomp, aald lightly: "The world knows that, my cousin." De Vallette turned to him abruptly. . "Raoul." he aaid slowly, gravely, "you are to receive a bride whose ev ery moment since her babyhood baa been guarded, protected and cloistered from tbe world from all knowledge of that noisome beast, tbe world. She comes to you In that white Innocence wlih b Is tbe Immemorial heritage of tbe drraohtvlle De Valette." Raoul said aoftly: "A Jewel never taken from Its casket." "Ah. not a Jewel." asserted O'Mara. rising; ""not a Jewel, U. Raoul. for. though they shine to dasale you, Jew els are hard. Of Madeleine 1 never know which she Is the more a flower WT-Jt-EWM- tejfJ" joa .will decide W. C. KETCHUM nrirricr "ENTERPRISE X Office Borland Building. Home I iuueycuueu. ruuuo. . - J C. T. HOCKETT, M. D. f I PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON . I f vulva uyoiiurs in cans uuilu- T ing. Ind. Home phone In office X T ana resiaence. luiaiuAii Ann aiiKutun Office in Bank Building Horn phone both office and! resiaence. .-v Both Phones !. Home Independent 40 ..Pacific States '45. . .; Our bus meets all trains. Fare 25c. within city limits HBISUBflBBBBEBIBBXBZBBBBB j 3 B7EfflEE3IBEXEBB3BBBIBBflBBB thai for "me when' you meet her." : ! Raonl said, smiling, "I grow a little Impatient for the moment sir." - "The moment cousin. la at band,"i aid De Valette. "Not quite yet," declared. O'Mara. V "I passed Madeleine an hour ago deep In the woods." ' .:' "On her way home?" asked De Valette quickly. Father O'Mara shook his head. His gray eyes twinkled. "No," he returned lowly.' "I be lieve she waa chasing a butterfly." . (to bb co.ttikued. . . ' SUMMER NORMAL. The. annual Summer School for Teacbera will be held to, the High School building at Enterprise, com menclog July 6, 1910, and continu ing five weeks. All teachers who are planning to take tho August examination should . attend, aa special review work will be given In all ubjecta- required for county certlflca'e. Methods of teaching a specialty. If a auffiwent number to Justify anroll a special primary teacher will be employed. Tuition for term 110. Please notify the mstructnr. f your intention to attend. J. C CO.VLEY. County Supt, HARL H. CJtONSON. Principal Wallowa Schools, 97b13 . ' Instructors'. Jap-a-Iac at Keltner'a.