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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (May 14, 1925)
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He had kept his word ns to the rescue of the stolen proper ty, and that other word as well. “How did you do it?” she asked despairingly. lie laughed his short, deep laugh. 1 tracked Cardoni down in Paris and brought hack the goods. I have just bought the Yran Dyke. The deed of sale is signed.” ‘‘Do you want to know what 1 think of you!” cried Britomart, vividly angry, clapping her hands together. “You are a brig and, a highwayman.” “Perhaps. But I’ve brought back the soul to Breeme House. Don’t you want to see itt” She could not resist her own eagerness, and came down, he standing aside, smiling in whim sical malice at the stiff bright ness of her own angry profile. “Ah!” the said, stopping at sight of the canvas and letting her head rest back against the panelled wall, “it is really Lady Jane!” And as she looked some of the new bitterness gleamed in her blue eyes. “How did you do it?” sin asked againg. “Sit down,” said he, “and I’ll tell you^” He walked up and down before i excited, anil boasted like a savage, careless of his victim. Claire could see him going about his business; tireless investiga tion, money lavishly spent, in genuity exerted to its utmost. He i h«r know, also, of his deal with C .rdoni before coming to Breeme House. j “I wonder you could look then in the eyes - these people,” she said quickly. “These people who were so trustfully hospitable to you.” Oh, said he,“they had their uses for me. But, granted : T was uncomfortable at having to keep it dark that Cardoni was copying the Van Dyke for me. However, I admit that, short of dishonesty or violence, I’d have gone almost any length to get my Van Dyke My Van Dyke I” lie repeated this softly, exult antly, drawing close to * the pic ture and speaking up to Lady Jane’s sweet, silvery eyes. “It’s to be a secret as long as Lord Breeme lives,” he added to Claire, and then went back to his devotions. “My Lady Jatie!” “Nevertheless,” said Brito mart slowly, taking a grip of her lance, \ou’ll have to give her up.” He whirled on his heel, chin up and laughing. “To whom, please!” “To me.” “Why, my dear lady, you haven t in all your possessions one single thing or group of things that 1 would take in ex change for one quarter of an inch of that canvas. It’s bone of my. bone. My desire for it has grown up with me. More, the possession satisfies a mental hun ger that has lived for three hun dred years. Even if I found my self willing to part with it, do you suppose the brain-cells I’ve inherited form Earl Rufus and his American desccndents would let me give it up!” “It belongs to Breemc House!” cried Britomart. And Breeme House belongs to you,” he said, rather brutally. “And so I must give you the Van DykeV Is that the reason ing!” “Breeme House belongs to Breeme House,” said Claire, pale, and the Van Dyke is its soul. You shall not carry away the Van Dyke to America.” All the strength of her will, visible in Viking eyes, flashed tgainst all the strength of his. “How are you going to pre vent met” said he. “What power have you over anything that I desire?” ‘‘We shall see,” said Claire; ‘‘but, first, I’ve kept my word to you and stood your ally while you’ve been away. That’s over now, isn’t it? You won’t need my help now, of course, when you are here in person and the Van Dyke has returned.” She wav beginning to go up stairs in a lingering fashion, her eyes turned back to him. The change in his face almost shook her soberness. It fell a thousand miles from great pinnacles of assurance, then quickly got it self together again. But he had come three quick steps forward in the meantime, and now stood with bent head, avoiding her eyes. ‘ Did ycu find your position as ally * strenuous one?” he asked adding jerkily: “Don’t say anything to Lady Jane about this, will you?” “An answer to either ques tion is not in the bond,” said Claire cooly. “ITshall not de scribe my methods nor their suc cess. And I shall certainly tell Lady Jane about your brigand age. All about it.” She had gone up half a dozen steps, and he lifted up his hand and gripped the railing just above her. Ilis face was full of consternation and command. “It was a confidence. Don’t ' you play fair?” She leaned down a little and looked him straight in the eyes. “Short of dishonesty or vi olence,” said she, “I’d go almost any length to get my van Dyke —my Lady Jane!” lie flinched and swore under his breath, asking her pardon absently. “At least,” he said, “You won’t put the wrong color on your narrative?” Claire said sweetly: “I like to hear you pleading. It is be coming and—and rather whole some, I think.” At that he drew back, and his eyes filled heartily with laugh ter. * “Do your worst!” said he, snapping his fingers at her. “I shall not ask one grain of mercy from you. And I shall win out.” “We shall see,” Claire re peated, nodding her head, and again from the gallery she shook _ her finger at him. “Don’t be too sure! Wheu Greek, meets Greek!” “Fate,” said Rufus, “is against you. Resides, I really don’t see what you can do.” Nevertheless, it took six rapid ly rolled arid smoked cigarettes and a good deal of masterful strolling up and down before his \ an Dyke to restore his equan imity. Then, rather cruelly, he invited Robins in and tipped him royally for a repetition of the story concerning* a certain boy ish visitor to Breeme House, at whose fourteen-year-old boast -1 Robins always- gleefully laughed and rubbed his hands. Claire meanwhile withdrew to innermost recesses and began to sort and polish her weapons carefully. She had respect for her foe, but—she knew Jane. After a brief interval she put on a wide and shady hat and set out for the woods. By the wild flower bed, wistful and busy, was Van Dyke’s reincarnated original. Claire gat on the wall where Rufus ami Sir Geoffrey had ‘played poker’. She folded the rose-eolored parasol that had supplemented the hat, and sat with it across her knee. “Mr. Tremont is back,’’ said she without preamble. Jane foil back on her heels, dropped her trowel; then, with out speaking, picked it up and set to work again. Claire smiled a little at this characteristic silence. “He has brought back the Van Dyke^with him.” That was too much even for Jane’s reserve. She sprang to Claire’s side,, a tide of pink in her face. “Oh, C'aire! I knew it! I knew he’d get it back for us. How splendid! I must go to see him. No, I won’t! She wavfered. Claire had given her mouth a dubious twist. “Do you think him an altruis tic person, Janet That ‘for us’ sounds so.*' “Well, for me, then.” . This speech shows how far the ally had won into the lady’s con fidence. “For himself,” corrected Gfaire. Jane’s pink deepened. “I think that isn’t quite fair. Since-since that time—here —when he told me—what you know —I—I believe he’s given up the Van Dyke.” Claire leaned forward, her eyes open. “My dear child! What makes you think sot” “Only”—Jane was on the grass below the wall; the shad ows quivered over her ash-brown hair and her shy, tremulous smile—“I think when you care for a person, you don’t do any thing to hurt that person; and he . knows how it would hurt me to have papa and Alec lose the Van Dyke.” Claire, listening to thia, felt a bit agfmst, and found herself involuntarily ejaculating, “Poor liufus!” Jane looked quickly up with a startled expression. “ Why‘Poor Rufus’ T” “There are so many things he’ll never understand.” “Now there,” said the English girl, “I disagree with you. lie understands—Oh, won derfully 1” t'Ut lie 11 have to have a les son or so, I think. He doesn’t quite understand you yet, Jane.” Jane was silent; then in a low, wistful voice she said, “Then no one ever will, that’s all.” Claire threw . side her parasol, gathered her supple knees in lifer hands, and thought, frowning. 1 o threaten Rufus and not hurt Jane. To imperil his success with the Van Dyke and not dis turb the possibility of his suc cess with its living re-incarna tion. It was a somewhat deli cate matter. She began to test her ground. ‘lhe Van Dyke must never leave Breeme House,” Claire said, without conviction. “Why,” flashed Jane, “the very thought is impious. Be sides, it’s not a possibility; It’s out of reason. We could never be so—so helpless as to have to part with it.” A painful memory of some kind here returned upon Jane and her face shadowed. “Alec would never sell it,” said s'he, “no matter how he might need the money. He told me so. Oh, Claire, you wouldn’t let him sell it!” Claire slipped from the wall and walked some hnsty steps away. For a few moments she was in a mind to wash her hands of Breeme House, and leave the portrait to its fate. But the spell was very strong upon her. She turned and came back to Jane. It was characteristic of both girls that there had been so few confidences between them. Jane with her strange, shy aloofness; Claire, with her gleaming self reliance; they did not really need each other in that sense Jane, said Claire gravely, stopping before her, when she looked up, puzzled, from the grass, “don’t you know that Alec loves Aline Parkes with all the best of his heart ?” It was the second rent in Jane’s veil of dreams. The first had come when Rufus Tremont. ivliite and shakfug, with lowered eyes and tightened hands, had breathed out towards her that astonishing “You.” Now, Claire tore a great, relentless slash. Jane stared through it, aghast, evidently reconstructing in one dizzy second her whole point of view towards her brother and Al ine. It took a minute to play over a hundred childish games, to see airesh a hundred little scenes, to live through a hundred incidents, and to play and see and live into them a new, illuminating mean ins. \\ hat was left of protest voiced itself weakly in Jane’s usual pharse. “It’s quite impossible!” \V by ? ’ asked Claire, keeping the rent open. “Oh, because! Aline? Alec?’, This might have been, “A cat? The King?” Claire’s lips took on a scornful curve. ^ hat is Aline Parkes, please, to your eyes, Jane? A piece of furniture or a remarkable girl with a rare, winsome personality and most beautiful eyes: Do you suppose that a man lives at the elbow of such a woman day by day unmoved? The first instant I saw them together, that first day of Alec’s return from London, I began to guess. Do you remember how he went over to her*** “Oh, Claire, you know I lov# her dearly J But anything like — Do you suppose if Aline dreamed it she would have stayed heret’* “Put yourself in her place. Re member, she has brothers and sis ters. And then, if she loves him “Claire! Claire! Hush! You make me wretched. It can’t be true. Aline would have told me. I’d have seen for myself.*’ “Dear Jane, you see so little.” “Sir Geoffery Brooke is in love with Aline, I can see that,” Jane laughed/*And I’ve always thought that, some day, she would marry him. She could nev er do better, could shet He has been here a great deal lately — well, not just lately but before Alec’s accident. And Aline seem ed absent - minded. I hoped • Claire!” Jane sprang up, and came over to her. “You must get rid of this preposterous notion. J shall go to Aline and ask her.** Claire gripped Jane by the arm. “You will do nothing of the kind. I told you becaue I couldn’t bear for another instant this — this interpretation of my own at ing, Lady Breeme has been think ing, Alec has been thinkingi all the wise little village of Five Pas tures has been thinking, Mr. Tre mont is convinced of it, - that ] came to Breeme House for the express purpose of marrying the future Earl of Breeme. Don’t deny it! I’ve been told so once, twice, three timss, in almost so many worda.” Claire had turned her face away, but Jane could see her bit ing her lips while her whole body quivered. Claire, dearest! I never thought that never for a mo ment. I thought, I hoped that you and Alec would marry. Aud I- I did Jake it for granted that you were caring for him. You seemed so happy, so almost more than humanly . happy. And you possessed Breeme House. You were so sweet to us oil. And talk ed about the Van Dyke as though as though - ” Claire's eyes swam to Jane, blazing blue through tears. “As though some day I meant to own it? Well, I do mean to ovm it. And you need not flush and resent my intentions. I am not threatening your property. You have lost your Van Dyke as it is.” “Claire, what do you mean? You said that Mr. Tremont had brought it hack.” “Yes, he has brought it back. He has given it to you with one hand and taken it away with the other. He has - well, induced Alee to selHiim the Van Dyke.” " TO BET CONTINUKD P.o-Making the World. From the Milwaukee Journal. The itch to make over the world spreads. In McPherson, Kan., the school board prohibits playing mar bles on school grounds, because it thinks the game instills the desire to gamble. A lot of good, solid citi zens who have •'knuckled down” and played “for keeps,” too, will smile at the simple earnestness of the gentle men of the school board. If marbles were the only temptation that had threatened them In their boyhood, they would have sprouted wings and flown away. In Missouri a legislator has dis covered that sauerkaut has a kick. Other folk also have found sauer kraut to have a kick, but not in the same way as our Missouri moni tor. For his objection to this suc culent dish is that it contains more than the prohibited amount of alco hol. It he has his way sauerkraut will be ‘‘dealcoholized” and will be about as appetizing as a bunch of dried hay. While our legislators are about it, we have several things of our own we want done. We want nature to stop growing carrots. To us creamed carrots are as inviting as cardboard soaked in millj, and we are constant- ! ly running fhto them at neighbors' houses. Prohibit carrots! Across the street lives a man who sniffs as he talks, a most annoying habit. Stop sniffing, too. The man may sniff at the wrong place in a heated argu ment some day. On the stool of the quick-lunch counter is a gentleman who whistles in cooling his coffee. Some morning we are going to reach over and push his nose into the hot liquid, and the restaurateur will have to whistle for the police. All these things—carrots and sniff ing and blowing the coffee—disturb our peace and arouse wrong desires in our bosom. We had thought to make the best of them. But if th« lawmakers are going ahead t’o make over the world, we might as well have it done right. Five Dollar Marriages. From the Portsmouth Star. North Carolina has increased her tax on marriage licenses from $3 to J5. And why not? If it isn’t worth Va to the state to enjoy the holy rites of wedlock, then those who un dertake it had better let it alone. North Carolina is always progressive. The next General Assembly of Vir ginia could well afford to follow the example. It is to be hoped that bride grooms in North Carolina won’t re duce their fees to the ministry ap **. result of the increased cow '— licenses to the state. The poor preachers have a hard enough time of it anyway. There never was a clase of men so moderately compen sated as ministers of the Gospel. 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