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r DQ The Two Vanrevels BLACK LKS fc'WW'VVWV By BOOTH TARKINGTON, Author of "Tlie Geutlcmnn Troin Indiana" and "Monsieur Dcaucalre" Taffeta 3e r"J3,"y" $1.00 Peau de Soie t6,; $V.40 Copyright, 1002. by S. S. McClurc Co. DCr iaT'WNaVa' e r & r& f I (CJNTINI'KI).) Miss Betty liiid begun by making u pretense to on! oi!y to please tho old mail, but the vaiii woman's eo.ikory had nut been unduly extolled, iind Nol- SOll llllluhcd Willi plOUHUre to mh the Huffy biscuits and Hit- chicken wing not nibbled at, but actually eaten. Ho was an old house Korvant; therefore bo had seen many young ladles go through un happy hours, and ho admired Miss Het ty the more because she was the Hrst who had Indulged In strong weeping mid did not snuflle at Intervals after ward. He understood perfectly every thing that had passed between father mid daughter that morning. When her breakfast was finished she turned slowly to the window, and, while her eyes did not refill, a slight twitching of the upper lids made lilm believe that she was going over the whole scene again In her mind, where upon he began to move briskly about the room with a busy air, picking up her napkin, dusting a chair with his hand, exchanging the position of the Andirons in the Ureplace, and, apparent ly discovering that the portrait of Georges Mellhue was out of line, he set It awry, then straight again, the while he hummed an old "spiritual" of which only the words "Chain do lion down" were allowed to be quite audible. They were repeated often, and at each repe tition of thuiu he seemed profoundly, though decorously, amused in a way which might have led to n conjecture that the refralu bore some distant ref erence to his master's eccentricity of temper. At first he chuckled softly, but at the flnnl Iteration of "Chain de lion down" hurst into outright laugh ter. "Honey, my Law'," ho exclaimed, "but yo' pa de 'celvln'dest man! lie mighty ' proud er you!" I "Proud of me!" She turned to him ' In astonishment. Nelson's laughter Increased. "Hain't ho Juss do 'celvln'dest man? Yessuh. ho do sot uppest man In (lis town Vomit what you done last night. What Jio say dls mawn', dut Jass his way!" "Ah, no!" said Miss Betty sadly. "Yes'm! lie proud er you, but he ioahbul mad at dat man. He hain't mad at you, but he gotter cuss some- ( body. Jasa ranch out fo' de nlghes' he kin lay linn's on, nn' dls mawn' It hap pen soze it were you, honey. Uhuh! You oughter hearn him las' night when lie come home. Den It were me. Bless God, I ain't kcerln'. ne weren't mad at me, no mo'n he were at you. no Jass mad." Miss Betty looked at the old fellow keenly. He remained, however, ap parently unconscious of her scrutiny ami occupied himself with preparations for removing the tray. "Nelson, wTmt Is tlie quarrel between my father and Mr. Vanrevel?" He had lifted the tray, but set It down precipltntoly, bending upon her n surprised and sobered countenance. "Missy," ho said gravely, "dey big trouble 'twix dem two." "I know," she returned quietly. "What is It?" "Wha' fo' you ax me, missy?" "Because you're the only one I can ask. I don't know any one here well enough except you." Nelson's lips puckered solemnly. "Mist' Vanrevel vote Whig, but ho ng'in Texas." "Well, whnt if he is?" "Yo' pa mighty strong fo' Texas." "Is that all?" "No' in, tint ain't hardly de beginniu'. Mist Vanrevel he a ab'lltlonlst." "Well? Won't you tell mo?" "Honey, folks roun' heah mos' on 'em like Mist' Vanrevel so well dey ain't hole it up ag'lu' him; but, missy, of dey one thing topper God's worl yo' pa do desp'ltly and contoslnbly despise, hate, cuss an' outrageously 'bonilnate wuss'n a yaller August splduh it aro a ab'lltlonlst. He want stomple 'em evo'y las' one under lie hoot heel 'cep'n dat one Mist' Cralley Gray, Dey's a consldabul sprlnklln' er dem ab'lltlonlst 'bout do kentry, honey. Dey's mo' dat don' kuow w'lch dey Is, an' dey's mo' si III dat don' keer. Soze lat why dey go git up n quo'l 'twlx yo' pa an dat man, an 'rango to have 'er on a platfawm de yeah 'fo' de las campaign, an', suh, dey call do quo'l n debate, an' nil do folks come hi f'um do kentry, an' all de folks in town eomo too. De whole possetucky on 'em sit an' listen. "Fus' yo' pa talk. Den Mist' Van revel, bofo on 'em mighty colo an' civ ilized. Don yo' pa git wo'm up, missy, llko ho do, 'case he so usoter have his own way. 'Taln't his fault, ho Jass calu't help hollerin' un cussln If any body, 'noso him. Bui Mst' Vanrevel he Jass as suvvlge, but lie stay cole, w'lch make yo' pa all de bolter. Ho "Hoik y, but no' ))(t tli: 'cclvhi'dcut man I " i llilllfil mt.rlift- lit ftilur ttiluui' till' emiui ' de back ranks 'gun snlckcrin' at him. Uhuh! He fa'r jump, he did. An' den blnieby Mist Vanrevel he say dat no man oughter be given do pllverlge to soli another ner to wollop him wid a blacksnake, whether he 'huso dat pll verlge er not. 'My honabul 'poneut,' s's he, 'Mist' Cnrewe, rep'sent In his self do 'ristocrntic slnve ownln' class er de souf, do' he live in do nnwf an' 'ploy free labor. Ylt it sca'sely to be b'llovo dnt any er you would willin'ly trus' him wld de powah er life an' death ovnh yo' own chllluu, w'lch is vlrchously whnt de slnve ownnh p'sess.' "Missy, you Jass oughter see yo' pa den! He blue lu de fnce nu' dance do quadrille on 'do bon'ds. He leave his cha'li, git up an' run 'cross to do odder side de platfawm an' shake ho fls' ovah dat man's head an' screech out how It all lies dat do slaves evah 'celvo slch treatments. 'Dat all lies, yo' pu' Juh!' he holler. 'All lies, you mlsabul thief!' ho holler. 'All lies, an' yo' know It, yo' low bown slaudah' an' scoun'lo!' "An' wid dat Mist' Vanrevel he .luff in yo' pa fuce nu' tuhn to de crowd, ho did, an' say, 'You reckon dat if dish yuh man n slave owuah an' a slave had anguhed him as I have anguhed him tonight, does nny er you b'lieve dat dat slave wouldn' be tied up an' whip ped tell de blood run an' den solo down do rlvuh tomorrer?' "Well, suh, 'co'se mos' on 'cm b'lieve snme as yo' pa, but dut sutney fotch 'em, nn' win de debate, 'case dey Jass natchully lay back an' roah, dey did, missy. Dey laff an' stomp nn' holler tell you could 'n hearn 'em n mild away. An', honey, yo' pa'd a mlllyum times drutlicr Mist' Vunrevel n kilt him dnn tuhn de laff on him. He'd shoot n man, honey, of he Jass s'plcion him to grin out do cornder his eye at hlni, an to stan' up dnh wld de wholo county fa'r roahln' at him It's do God's mussy ho tlldn' have no ahms wld him dat night. Ole Mist' Clien'eth done brung him home, an' yo pa reach out an' kick me squnh out'"' Jf Jihorry winder soon's he ketch sight er mo." The old man's gravity gave way to his enjoyment of the recollection, and he threw back his head to laugh. "He sho' did, honey! Uhuh! IIo, ho, ho! Ho sho' did, honey; he sho' did!" Nevertheless, as ho lifted the tray ngnln nnd crossed the room to go, his solemnity returned. "Missy," ho said earnestly, "of dat young gclmun fall in love wld you, w'lch I knows ho will ef he ketch sight er you, iomnie sny dls, nn' please fo' to ba'h In mine bet ter have nuttln' do wld him Mall fo' ho own sake, an' 'hove all keep him fur 'way f'um deso p'omises. Don' let him come In n mild er dls house." "Nelson, wns that all the quarrel be tween them?" "Blessed mussy, nln' dat 'nough? Ef dey's any mo' I ain' hearn what dat 'part were," he answered quickly, but with a dogged tightening of the lips which convinced Miss Betty that ho know very well. "Nelson, what was the rest of It?" "Please, missy, I got pack yo' pa trunk, nn' it time long ago fer mo to bo at v.j- wu'k." IIo was half out or the door. "What was tho rest of It?" she re peated quietly. "Now, honey," ho returned, with a deprecatory .shako of his head, "I got my own wu'k 'tend to, nn' I ain't novnh ax uobody what 'twas, an I ain't goln' ax 'em. An' lemme Jnss beg you foller de ole man's ndvlce. You do de snme,. 'case nobody ain't goln' i Hardanger Cloth The NEWEST thing for white dresses and waists, 44 inches wide. $1.00 India Linon, 40 in. wide, 25c Infants' Wear Cashmere Vests, 35 to 60c Cashmere Band, 25c Cashmere Hose, 15, 25c I F. NEWHOUSE, Dry Goods, Laces! tell you. All t kno.v is it.it . later and were somep'n 'bout dnt i rarln Cralley Cray. Yo' pa he :c-i channelge to Mist' Vanrevel, an' M. Vanrevel 'fuse to llgh: him Vn e 1. Hay he don' b'lieve Miootln' yo' i-.i gj do yo' pa any good, an' be .si. II g hope niekkln' good citizen outer liii., Dat brung do luff on yo' pa ug'ln, an he 'claro to God ef ho ketch Vanrevel on any grouu' er hls'u he shoot him like n mnd dog. Ton my llvln' soul, he mean dem wuds, missy! Dey had hard 'nough time las' night keepin' him fum teahin' dat man to pieces at de 11 11 It. You mils' keep dat young gclmun 'way fum heah!" "He cninc home with mo Inst night, Nelson. I told father so." "Yes'm. Yo' pa tole me you say dut, but he reckon you done it to mek him madder, 'case you mad too. He say ho done see dat Cralley Gray comiu' 'long do hedge wld you." "He wus mistaken. It wns Mr. Van revel." Nelson rolled his eyes fervently to heuven. "Den dnt young man run plntedly on he death! Ef you wnnt keep us nil dls side er de Juwdun rlvuh don' let him set foot In dls neighbo' hood when yo' pa come back! An', honey" his voice sank to a penetrating whisper " 'fo' I do a lick er'wu'k Igo in out In de stable an' git down ou my knees nu' rotu'n thuuksglvln' to de good God 'enso he hole Cnrewe street in de dahkucss las' night!" This was the speech ho chose for his exit, but after closing the door behind him he opened it again and said cheer fully: "Soon's I git do trunk fix f yo' pa 1 bring 'roun' dnt bay colt wld de side saddle. Yo' better set 'bout glttln' on yo' rldln' habit, missy. Do roads is mighty good dls sunshiny wedduh." "Nelson." "Yes'm." "Do you think such an attack as fn ther had this morning Is dangerous?" Ho had hoped for another clufnco to laugh violently before lie left her, and this completely fitted his desire. "IIo, ho, ho!" ho shouted. "No'm; no, no, honey! Ho Jass git so mad It mek him sick I You couldn't kill dut man wid u brondax, missy!" And ho went down tho ball leaving tho reverberations of his hilarity bo hind him. Tho purpose of his visit hud been effected, for when Miss Betty ap peared upon tho horse block lu her green habit and gauntlets she wus smil ing, so Unit only a woman or a wise old man could have guessed that she had wept bitterly that morning. She cantered out to tho Hat, open country to the east, where she found soft dirt roads that were good for the hay colt's feet, and she reached a crossroad several miles from town bo foro she was overcome by the convic tion that sho was a wicked and un grateful girl. Sho could not place tho exact spot of her guilt, but sho knew it was there, somewhere, since sho felt herself a guilty thing. For tjio plcturo which Noson had drawn rose before her the one man standing ulono in his rage on tho pint form, overwhelmed by his cnlui young ndversnry, beaten nnd ufudo tho butt of laughter for n thousand. Her fa ther had been in tho wrong In that quarrel, "nnd somehow she wns sure, t2. l'Qmj)st imvo been. wjong iuthe B.KLTS (lilt and Silver Hell, the very latest tiling in ihis line, at 30c, 50o, 6O0 1 I Also a full line of the Buster Brown heirs in i black, white and red. ! Silk Belts at 2$, o and Stocking's Misses' Stockings,. 1x1 rib, 10 and 15c Misses' fine .black dress stocking 2c "iwrsonal" one as well the mysteri ous dilllculty over Kanchon's Mr. Gray, who had looked so ashamed last night. What feud could they make over him, of all people In the world? lie looked strong enough to take care of his own quarrels, even If lie was so rigorously hound by Fanchon's apron string when it came to a word with another girl. But the conclusion that her fnther had been in error did not lessen tho pathetic appeal of the solitary figure facing the ridicule of the crowd. Sho folt that ho nlwnys honestly believed himself In the right. She knew thnt ho was vain; that he had nn nlmost monstrous conception of his dignity, nnd realizing the bitterness of that pub lic humiliation which ho had under gone she understood the wrath, tho un spcakable pain and sense of outrage which must have possessed him. And now sho was letting him go forth upon n Journey, his wny beset with the chances of illness nnd nccl dent, whence ho might never return. She wns letting him go without seeing him again, letting him go with no word of farewell from his daughter. In brief, she was n wicked girl. Sho turned the colt's heiul abruptly to the west and touched his flanks with her whip. So it fell out that as the packet foamed Its passage backward from Cnrewe's wharf Into tho current tho owner of the boat, standing upon the hurricane deck, heard a cry from the shore nnd turned to behold his daugh ter dash down to tho very end of the wharf on the well lathered colt. Miss Betty's hair wns blowif about her face, her cheeks were rosy, her eager eyes sparkling from more than the hard rid ing. "I'npn," sho cried, "I'm sorry!" She leaned forward out of tho saddle, extending her arms to him appeallngly in n charming gesture nnd, nbsolutely Ignoring the idlers on tlietwhnrf nnd the passengers on tho steamer, wns singly Intent upon the tall figure on the hurrlcanp deck. "Papa, goodby. Please forgive mo!" "By tho Almighty, but that's n lino woman!" said tho 'captain of. the boat to n pnssenger from Itouen. "Is sho Ids daughter?" "Please forgive me!" tho clear voice came again, with its quaver of en treaty, across tlioSvldening wnter, and then as Mr. Cnrowe made no sign by word or movement of hearing her and stood without tho slightest alteration of his attitude she cried to him ouco more: "Goodby!" Tho. paddle wheels reversed, tho boat swung down the river, Mr. Carowe still standing Immovable on the "hurricane deck, while to tho gnzo of those on tho steamer Iho figure on tho bay colt at the end of the wharf began to grow smaller and smaller. She was waving her handkerchief In farewell, and they could sco the little white speck In tho J distance, dlmn er nnd dimmer, yet tint tprlnir still ns the.v missed out of sight ' round tho bend nonrly three-quarters of a milo below. CHAPTER IX. ETTY nover forgot her first sight of tho old friend of her family. Beturnlug with a sad heart, sho was walking tho colt slowly through tho carrlago gates I IB) Knit Underwear Light weight long sleeve Vest, 25c Light weight, long sleeve Pants, 25c Light weight union suits, long sleeves and close knit cuffs, oc Corset Cover b'mbroid- iv, iS inches wide, from 25 to 55c Victoiia Lawn, 36 in., 15c 1 y ? when an extravagantly stout lady In green muslin, Illustrated with huge red flowers, came out upon the porch nnd waved a fat arm to tho girl. Tho vis itor wore a dark green turban and n cashmere shawl, while the expanse of her skirts was nothing short of mag nificent. Some cathedral dome seemed to have been misplaced and tho lmly dropped Into It. Her outstretched hand terrified Betty. How was she to ap proach near enough to take It? Mrs. Tanberry wus about sixty, look ed forty, nnd ut first you might have guessed she weighed nearly ""100, but the lightness of her smile nnd tho nctunl buoyancy which she somehow imparted to her whole dominion lessen ed that by at least a hundredweight. She ballooned out to the horse block with n billowy rush somewhere be tween bounding and soaring, and Miss Betty slid down from tho colt, who shied violently, to find herself envel oped, in spite of the dome, in a vast nurf of green and red muslin. "My charming girl!" exclaimed tho Indy vehemently In a voice of such husky richness, of such merriment nnd unction of delight, thnt It foil upon Miss Betty's ear with more of tho quality of sheer gayety than nny sho had ever hoard. "Beautiful child! What u beautiful child you are!" Sho kissed the girl resoundingly on botli cheeks, stepped back from her and laughed and clapped her fat hands, which were covered with Hushing rings. "Oh, but you nro n true blue beauty! You're a princess! I am Mrs. Tanber ry, Jane Tanberry, young .lanle Tan berry. I haven't seen you since you were a baby nnd your pretty mother wns a girl like us!" "You nre so kind to come," said Bet ty hesitatingly. "I shall try to bo very obedient." "Obedient!" Mrs. Tanberry jittered the word with a shriek. "You'll ho nothing of the kind. I am the light mlndedest woman In the universe, and nny one who obeyed mo would bo em broiled In everlasting trouble every sec ond lu the day. You'll find that I am the one that needs looking after, my charmer." She tapped Miss Betty's cheek with her Jeweled fingers as fhe two mount ed the veranda steps. "It will he wor ry enough for you to obey yourself. A body se's that at the first blush. You have conscience in your forehead and rebellion in your chin. 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