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An Old Time Romance
By F. A. MITCHEL
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Carrie, iny niece, has asked me to
put the story. of my life in writing.
She says that it may save many a
girl who is disposed to turn aside
warnings of those who are older than
she from yielding to a love which
they can see is not for her good and
may be for her ruin.
It is an old fashioned story, for it
occurred in an old fashioned time and
in an old fashioned country. The state
where 1 was born—Georgia—was then
a slave state, and \conditions were
adapted to that Institution. There were
three distinct classes—the planters, the
poor whites and the negroes. My par
ents sprang from the poor white class,
but my father was a Very industrious
man for one living in an enervating
climate and accumulated enough means
to buy a small plantation and a few
negroes. Consequently I grew up be
tween two classes. We were above
the poor whites, but were not received
by the planters.
It was said that at seventeen I was
a beauty. Alas, no one would think it
to see me now, a shriveled old woman
with thin snow white hair. They did
not tell me so, and I was unconscious
of my good looks. Social life in those
days was very different from what It
Is now. I suppose human nature Is
always the same, but it seems to me
now that good persons—I refer to the
higher classes—were better than now
and the bad were worse. This was
especially so with our young men.
Many of them—most of them, I should
say—were Imbued with noble senti
ments. With them to be a gentleman
was to be honorable. But there were
bad ones, who were especially un
scrupulous In their dealings with wo
men—men who regarded it the part of
a gentleman to make a conquest even
to the ruin of the object of his atten
tions. The atmosphere of that period
has completely passed away, the good
and the bad having been fused be
tween the two. There are now few, if
any, young men with the noble im
pulses of the typical gentleman of that
day, nor are there any such evil char
acters as were portrayed by the novel
ists of that period.
It fell to my lot to be caught between
two men who were representatives of
these two classes. They were both
gentlemen, the one of a kindly nature,
who would consider that a mean or
dishonorable act would not only dis
grace him, but his family even back
to generations long dead; the other
without any conscience whatever.
When I was fifteen years old my
father one day sent me with a note to
Colonel Carroll, one of the wealthiest
and most respected planters of our re
gion. On the veranda sat a youth of
about twenty at a table with books
before him. He was Courtney Car
roll, a recent graduate of the Univer
sity of Virginia. As I ascended the
steps he looked up at me and I saw
admiration in his eyes. He rose and
advanced to meet me, and I handed
him the note. He called a negro, told
him to take it to his father, and select
ing a comfortable chair handed it to
me. He refrained from his books while
I waited, seeming to consider It in
cumbent upon him to entertain me
while I waited for an answer to the
note. Colonel Carroll brought it out to
me himself and apologized for not
sending one of his negroes with It,
courteously thanking me for consent
ing to be its bearer.
iMxiuruny x, a girx suu ill suori ureas
es, was much Impressed with so much
consideration from such high grade
persons. How remarkable that one
whose father had but recently emerg
ed from the poor white class should
be an object of attention from those
who owned a thousand slaves.
When I was seventeen years old I
met another of the aristocrats of that
day, who turned out to be the re
verse of a Carroll. I was leaning on
the fence of my father’s plantation
one day when a gay party of hunters
came galloping by. They disappeared
down the road, and presently a young
man, also in the scarlet coat of a
huntsman, came along and, reining
up before me, asked mo if I had seen
the others. I told him they had just
passed and if he rode on he would
soon overtake them. But it was evi
dent from the way his eyes were fixed
on me that he was disposed to turn
from the game he was pursuing to a
different kind. X remember that my
eyes dropped before his gaze and I
felt a warmth in my cheeks.
This young man was Harry Du Bols,
who had by the death of his father
Just come into possession of a large
plantation. He asked me a number of
questions, evidently for excuses to talk
with me instead of riding on, and
presently, on pretense of tightening his
saddle girth, he dismounted and stood
near me on the other side of the fence,
chatting glibly and paying me compli
ments. This was the first time any one
had told me that I was beautiful, and
It gave me a thrill I shall never forget.
It was tike second time I had noticed
admiration in a young gentleman’s
eyes, but young Carroll had not paid
me a single compliment
Since my visit to the Carroll planta
tion Courtney had dominated my
thoughts, but now he was superseded
by Harry Du Bols. The former seem
ed cold beside the latter. Besides, Car
roll did not seek me, while Du Bols
rode by our little dentation freauently
and, If I was within hearing, would al
ways stop to chat These meetings
were at once noticed by my dear par
ents, nnd I remember with pain their
troubled looks whenever I had been
talking with Du Bois. Then mother
spoke to me about the matter, telling
me that wlieu a gentleman became de
voted to a girl beneath him In station
only trouble would come of it. But I
turned a deaf ear to what she said, so
Infatuated was I with the man who
was charming me as a snake will
charm a bird.
I can only refer without particulariz
ing to the courtship. I have wondered
since that at so tender an age I should
have resisted one so persuasive. Per
haps this was due to the influence of
my mother, who. If she could not in
duce me to break with my lover, at
least convinced me that if he was sin
cere he would ask me to be his wife.
So at last he dtd, but said that his
mother, who was living, would not
consent to the alliance. She was very
feeble and could last but a short time.
So Harry persuaded me to marry him
clandestinely.
When I remember that I was to be
made the victim of a mock marriage I
realize how far I nm now removed
from that age. Such weddings were
then a common method of victimizing
innocent girls. Now they are unheard
of. The little church where I met
Du Bols is still standing, though the
persons who worship In it are much
changed. The ceremony was to take
place at night, for I was pledged to
keep It a secret from my parents. I
remember that I passed through a se
vere mental struggle before I could
bring myself to deceive them, but I
tried to think of how proud they would
be when I was acknowledged as the
wife of a wealthy and aristocratic
planter. Yet in my heart 1 knew that
I did not confide in them, for they
would surely prevent the marriage if
they knew It was to take place.
It was near midnight when I got out
of my window on to the veranda and
descended by the limb of n magnolia
tree that overhung it. I can see now
in the moonlight the manor house, the
negroes' white cabins flanking it, the
double row of moss covered trees lead
ing to the gate. I had scarcely readied
it when Harry clasped me in ills arms.
My legs seemed about to give way be
neath me, and he carried me to a two
wheeled cart, placed me in it and drove
me to the church. It was dark, the
reflected light of the moon only shin
ing from a pane of glass.
Some one opened a side door and I
was led in, the moonlight streaming
through gothic windows, to the chancel.
There stood a clergyman In his vest
ments. A lamp such as is used to
throw a light on a sermon alone was
burning low. He turned it up, its light
falling on a prayer book. Then he be
gan to r^ad the marriage service. He
seemed to be unfamiliar with it and
constantly stumbled. But so far as I
was able to take cognizance of this I
attributed it to haste. lie came to the
part where an opportunity is given to
enter a protest against the marriage,
when a voice from behind said:
"Don't mnke a noise, gentlemen. I
got word of your scheme this after
noon. You talked too loud at the St
I.eger tavern. On the young lady’s ac
count this affair must be kept quiet
Du Bols, you are a villain of the deep
est dye. As for you. Markham, you are
beneath contempt.”
These words sounded in my ears as
if they came from a distance. Others
were spoken, but I don’t remember
them. Then the same voice spoke to
me, the light fell for a moment on the
speaker’s features, and I saw Courtney
1 Ul I.
“Will you permit me to get you
home? I will try to do so without your
return being known.”
I knew now that I had been tricked
and that I had been saved. X put my
trembling hand on Carroll's arm and
left the church with him. When I got
home I was too weak to ascend to my
room as I had come down from it, and
Carroll climbed the magnolia, went,
into my room, stepped downstairs and
opened the door for me. I reached my
chamber without arousing any one.
The next morning I deferred going
downstairs till all had breakfasted.
When I entered the dining room, pale
and trembling, Susan, the servant, said
to me:
"I.aws n-tnassy, Missy Alice, hub yo’
hearn de awful news?”
"No For heaven’s sake, what Is
It?”
“Dis mawilin' about sun up Mnrse
Courtney Carroll and Mnrse Harry Du
Bois fit a duel, and Marse Carroll done
got pretty nigh killed.”
IIow 1 bore this second blow I can
not conceive. It took Susan but a
moment to hurl the shaft, but the pain
I suffered is with me today, an old
woman.
Courtney Carroll lingered for several
days, then died. Shortly before his
death he sent for me to come to him.
X was carried therp in a benumbed
state of feeling and received by his
father. 1 can see to this day on his
face the look of loving sympathy and
distress at his approaching loss. He
led, or rather supported, me to his
son’s chamber and left me there, nil
others having gone out at my arrival.
“Pardon my interference in your af
fair,” he said. “Had 1 not known
you were to be made a victim I would
have left j'ou to do us you liked. 1
have sent for you not only to apolo
gize for my interference, but to con
fess to you that ever since your com
ing here two years ago 1 have been
battling with a desire to become a
suitor for your hand. Why I was de
terred from doing so need not be
mentioned. 1 was about to yield when
I learned that Du Bois had stepped in
before me. That is all. I preferred
that you should know that I had more
than an ordinury reason for becoming
Tour champion.”
Tabitha
Interferes
“Things Arc Not What They Seem"
By ADELAIDE BURNHAM
From her seat behind the parlor cur
tains Tabitha Campbell listened
shamelessly to the words that young
Frederick Lee was murmuring to pret
ty Agatha, her niece,
“It’s my duty by a motherless girl,”
said Tabitha defiantly to her con
science, and she turned her good ear
close to the curtains sugglng against
the open window.
‘‘Tomorrow night, then,” said Fred
erick with a long sigh of relief.
“Yes,” assented Agatha timorously.
‘‘At 11 o’clock. Surely?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll drive you to Mlllton, and the
minister there will”— Ills words drift
ed Into on indistinct murmur ns the
Wind rushed through the garden and
stirred the syringu bushes.
Tabitha arose and went Into the sit
ting room, where she blinked at the
lighted lamp. She was a little, hard
featured, black eyed woman with
white hair aud sprightly movements
that made her appear evfen younger
than her fifty years. Now her black
eyes snapped with anger as she sat
down in a rocking chair and picked
up some knitting.
Agatha came In and locked the front
door. When sho appeared In the sit
ting room her blue eyes were very
bright and a pink flush stained her
usually pale cheeks.
“I thought I told you I wouldn’t have
Jacob Lee’s, boy running here,” snap
ruul TnhRhn
Agatha was silent
“Has he got a job?” pursued Tabitha.
“Yes. I told you his father had taken
him into the bank,” replied Agatha
spiritedly. “Frederick is—is—nice. I
don't see why you dis-disllke him so.
Aunt Tab.”
“I have my reasons.”
“If you would only tell me, Just tell
me what it is you have against him,
Aunt Tab, I might understand.”
"It’s all in the past,” murmured Ta
bitha somewhat vaguely. Her cheeks
reddened as If at some unpleasant
memory.
"It’s not fair to keep me In the dark,
and I shall never believe one word
against him unless you prove it so
there!" Agatha whirled out of the
room and up the stairs into her own
little room overhead.
What Agatha did not know was that
once upon a time Tabitha had been a
black eyed beauty engaged to marry
Jacob Lee. But Jacob had proved a
fickle lover, and when he took a bride
to his home it was a handsome girl
from Mlllton who had money in her
own right That Jacob’s wife died and
left him with little Frederick three
years after the marriage did not move
Tabitha Campbell to pity. In the
meantime her hair had whitened and
her face grown sharp and peaked.
Now she became the village dress
maker, nnd when Agatha came to live
with her every one said how nice It
was that Tabitha would not be alone.
Now Agatha was planning to elope
with Frederick Lee.
Tabltha’s eyes burned strangely in
the darkness as she thought of these
things.
Thn rinvt /In tt nnocrul n a IIoil
al. Tabltha sewed busily In her sharp,
Jerky way In the room devoted to her
work. Several customers came and
tried on garments and looked over the
pile of fashion books on the table or
examined the tissue paper patterns
pinned on a tape along the wall. Aga
tha did the housework deftly and be
tween whiles stitched on the sewing
machine in the corner.
As evening drew near the two wom
en became distinctly nervous. Tabl
tha cut Mrs. Demmet’s gray cashmere
Into a three piece skirt by a twenty
two Inch waist pattern when Mrs.
Demmet measured thirty-four inches
and was proportionately massive. It
was characteristic of Tabitha’s mood
that she first threw the mangled cash
mere across the room with the scissors
flying in its wake. Then she picked
them up and, tucking the cashmere un
der her arm, went grimly forth to in
terview Mrs. Demmet
When bedtime came Agatha came
and placed her arms around Tabitha’s
neck. The astonished spinster did not
move, but silently endured the em
brace, and If there were tears In her
hard eyes the girl did not see them.
She went to the door and turned a
wistful gaze on the older woman.
“I’m sorry you don’t like him,” she
said painfully, and went slowly up
stairs.
Tabltha put out the light and went
silently about her preparations. She
went upstairs and closed the door of
her bedroom and then returned to the
sitting room to envelop herself in a
long gray cloak and tie a white chif
fon veil over her face and hair. She
slipped out of the side door and went
across the grass to an opening in the
boxwood hedge that bordered the gar
den. Standing outside there on the
path In the shadow of the maple trees,
sho awaited the coming of Agatha’s
lover.
Clouds were drifting overhead, and
now and then the moon peeped out
The little house lay In deep shadow.
Presently the church clock struck 11,
and at the same Instant came the
sound of hoofs on the sandy road. A
covered buggy came slowly along, and
the horse stopped In front of Tabitba’s
sat».
4
In an Instant she had reached the]
vehicle and had climbed Into its dark
Interior. A man’s startled voice ut
tered a sharp exclamation of surprise
“Hurry!” whispered Tabltha. "Get
away as fast as you can. She Is com
ing after me.”
“But”— began the familiar voice of
Frederick Lee, and Tabltha hushed
him desperately.
“Hurry, please hurry, or > shall go
back!”
“All right. I suppose you know
where you’re going,” said the man
grimly.
“Mlllton, of course,” snapped Tabl
tha so sharply that he leaned down
and tried to look Into her face, but It
was too dark to distinguish anything
except the pale, cloudy outline of her
veil.
He clucked to the horse, and they
went noiselessly down the road on
rubber tired wheels. At the crossing
they turned Into the Mlllton highway.
Tabltha was somewhat disturbed at
the success of her maneuver. She had
planned to elope with Frederick Lee
and at a convenient opportunity, per
haps In the very presence of the wait
ing minister, she would disclose her
identity and “give Frederick a piece of
her mind.” Yet, somehow, In spite of
her disguise and the darkness of the
night, Frederick seemed suspicious of
her. If he had been sure It was Aga
tha, the girl so soon to become his
wife, would he not, being an ordinary
young man, have placed his arm about
her or at least saluted her with a kiss?
•Out of the fullness of her own past
romance Tabltha told herself he would
have done all these things, yet there
they sat speechless, slowly driving Into
Mlllton to be married, or at least Fred
erick expected to be.
"Where are we going?” asked the
man suddenly as they turned Into a
sparsely settled section on the out
skirts of Mlllton.
“Do you mean to say you don’t
know?” shrilled Tabltha through the
folds of white chiffon.
Or course not Ills voice was In
dignant "You’re Tabltha Campbell's
niece, aren’t you?"
"I’m Miss Campbell," whispered
Tabltha, a great fear clutching at her
heart, for the voice was that of Fred
erick Lee, but It held deeper, richer
notes. Perhaps Frederick’s would
reach that pitch some day If he lived
long enough. There was only one other
who could have spoken with that same
intonation, and that other was Freder
ick’s father.
“Well, Agatha Campbell,” said Jacob
Lee kindly, “what do you want? You
asked me to carry you to Mlllton,
and when we arrive you will not tell
me where you want to go. Now, there
is something queer about this, and I’m
going to take you back to Farmdale
and straight to your aunt” He spoke
with an air of authority and at the
same moment turned the horse about
and went back over the road they had
traveled.
Tabltha sat crushed and stunned in
the comer, shrinking away from her
old lover. What would he say If he
knew she—Tabltha—was there beside
him? They rodp together twenty-five
years ago, and since then they had
passed each other with averted faces.
Swiftly they rolled along through the
wooded way until a carriage approach
ing from the opposite direction caused
them to turn aside into the thicket to
permit the other vehicle to pass.
The other carriage struck a "Thank
you ma’am," and a girlish shriek
startled them. “Don’t be afraid,
Agatha,” said Frederick’s tender voice.
Then they were gone.
After awhile Tabltha’s companion I
nnnlfA' 1
“That was my son’s voice, and he
was talking to Agatha Campbell," he
said sternly. “Now, who are you?”
Tabitha stiffened. “I am Tabitha
Campbell,” she said haughtily.
“Good heavens!” exclaimed the man.
They rode on In silence. When they
were in front of Tabitha’s cottage the
driver let down the buggy top so that
the moonlight fell on Tabitha’s face.
Gently he untied the white veil while
she sat in frozen silence. When it had
fallen about her shoulders in a swirl
ing cloud he leaned forward, and she
saw that it was Indeed Jacob Lee.
“Tell me all about It, Tabitha,” he
said gently. “You are in trouble."
Tabitha caught her breath—why, it
was all Just as though the dreary
years had not come between them. Ja
cob was speaking in his old authori
tive tone.
She told him the story of the pro
jected elopement
“You mean—you mean that you were
set against my boy?” he asked in a
stunned tone.
Tabitha was silent
“Well,” he drew a deep breath, "if
you’ve held resentment all these years.
Tab, why, you must have cared, al
though somebody told me that you
were tired of me. Well, that doesn't
excuse me for what I did, but I’ve had
years enough to think it all over and
to be ashamed of the part I played.”
Still Tabitha was silent
“If you—why, perhaps you—Tabitha,
do you still care after all these years?”
How wonderfully tender was his
voiceI
"I don’t know,” quavered Tabitha,
“but I’ve been so lonely, and it seems
good for you to be here.”
“Then it Is all right. Tab," he cried
gayly. His arm slipped around her.
and she fell naturally Into the curve of
it “We will have some happy years
yet if God is willing. I guess we met
Fred and Agatha in the woods. They
must be married by this time. Shall
we drive on to meet them and tell
Fred how near he came to eloping
with you?” He laughed softly.
“Yes, do,” whispered Tabitha meek
ly. “And you can tell him 1 decided
to clone with ids father Instead.”
