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The Two Vanrevels
By BOOTH TARKINGTON,
Author of "Tlie Geutlcmnn Troin Indiana" and "Monsieur Dcaucalre"
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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 '
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
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
"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
"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 "
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
"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
"What was tho rest of It?" she re
"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'
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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
"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."
"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,
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Also a full line of the
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Misses' Stockings,. 1x1
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Misses' fine .black dress
"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
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
"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
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.
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
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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!" 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
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. Ha, ha, ha!"
Hero Mrs. Tanberry sat upon and ob
literated a largo chair, Miss Carewo
taking a stool nt her knee.
"People of our nge oughtn't to bo
bothered with obeying. There'll bo
time enough for that when wo get old
nnd.caii't enjoy anything. Ha, hal.'
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