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The Two Vanrevels
America i) Beauty
Every Ptxlr Gunrtvntoetl
By BOOTH TARKINGTON,
Author of "The Ccntlemnn From Indiana" and "Monsieur Deiuctlre"
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"No, you liniln't; Hint's true," observ
ed Cralley reflectively. "You don't
eom lo htivo in lie! i to reproach her
with, Tom."
"Reproach her!" cried tlie oilier.
"Thut 1 should d roii in she would speak
to me or have anything to do with me
,was to cast n doubt upon her loyalty as
a daughter. She was right, I say! Ami
the did the only thing she could do
rebuked me before them all. No one
ever merited what he got more roundly
than I deserved that. Who was I, In
ler eyeB, that I should besiege her with
my Importunttics, who but her ratlier'a
worst enemy ?"
Deep anxiety knitted Cralley's brow.
4,I understood she knew of the quar
rel," he said thoughtfully. "I saw that
the other evening when I helped her
out of the crowd. She spoke of It on
Hie way home, I remember. But how
did she know that you were Vanrevel?
No one In town would be apt to men
tion you to her."
"No, but she did know, you see."
"Yes," returned Mr. Gray slowly, "so
It seems. Probably her father told her
to avoid you and described you so that
she recognized you as the man who
aught the kitten."
lie paused and looked at Tom, who
continued to pace up and down tho
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:floor. After a time Cralley, fumbling
in bis coat, found a long cheroot and
.as he lit It Inquired casually: I
"Do you remember If she addressed
.you by name?"
"I think not," Tom auswered, halting.
''What does it matter?" I
Cralley drew a deep breath.
"It doesn't," he returned. I
"She knew mo well enough," said
Tom sadly as he resumed his sentry-
o.
"Yes," repeated Cralley deliberately.
"So It seems! So It seems!" lie blew
a long stream of .smoke out Into the
Jilr before lilm and softly murmured
Again: "So It seems! So It seems!"
Silence fell, broken only by the sound
of Tom's footsteps, until, presently,
onio one Informally shouted his name
from the street below. It was only Will
Cummlngs passing the time of day, but
when Tom turned from the window
After answering him Cralley and his
room wore gone. i
That evening Vanrevel sat In the
lusty ollice, driving himself to his
work with a sharp goad, for there was
a. face that came between him and all
else In tho world and a voice that
mounded always In his ears, but the
work was done before he rose from
Ills chair, though he showed a haggard
visage as ho bent above his candles to
blow them out.
It was 11 o'clock. Cralley had not
omo back, ami Tom know that his
light hearted frieud would not return
for many hours, and so, having no
mind to read and no belief that he
could If ho tried, he went out to walk
tho streets. He went down to the river
llrst, and stood for a little while gaz
ing at the ruins of the two warehouses,
mid that was like a man with a head
ache beating his skull against a wall.
As ho stood on tho blackened wharf
lio saw how the charred beams rose
nbovo him against the sky like a gal
lows, and It seemed to him that noth
ing could have been a better symbol,
for hero ho had hanged his self respect.
"Reproach her!" He, who had bo dis
played his Imbecility before her! Had
lio been her futher'a best friend ho
should have had too great u sense of
fihnmo to dnre to speak to her uftcr
that night, when her quiet Intelligence
liad exhibited him to himself and to all
tho world as naught elso than a fool
ap.d a noisy pne at .that!
Suddenly a shudder convulsed him.
lie struck his open palm across his
forehead and spoke aloud, while, from
horlv.on to horizon, the night air grew
thick with the whispered laughter of
observing hobgoblins:
"And even if there had been no stair
way, wo could have slid down the
hose line!" ;
lie retraced his steps, a tall, gray fig
ure moving slowly through the blue
darkness, and his lips formed the heart' l
sick shadow of a smile when lie found J
that he had unconsciously turned into
Carewe street. Presently he came to
a gap in a hedge, through which he
had sometimes stolen to hear the sound
of a harp uml a girl's voice singing. !
but he did not enter there tonight,
though he paused a moment, his head
bowed on his breast. I
There came a sound of voices. They !
seemed to be moving toward the hedge,
toward the gap where he stood, one a j
man's, eager, quick, but very musical; ,
the other a girl's, a rich and clear con- ;
tralto that passed Into Tom's soul like i
a psalm of rejoicing and like a sclm
Iter of ilame. lie shivered and moved
away quickly, but not before the man's
voice, somewhat louder for the mo
ment, came distinctly from the other
side of the hedge.
"After all." said tho voice, with a
ripple of laughter "after all, weren't
you a little hard on that poor Mr.
Gray?"
Tom did not understand, but he knew
the voice. It was that of Cralley Gray.
He heard the same voice again Unit
night and again stood unseen. Long
after midnight he was still tramping
the streets on his lonely rounds when
he chanced to pass the Rouen House,
which hostelry bore to tlie uninitiated
eye the appearance of having closed
Its doors upon all hospitalities for the
night in strict compliance with the law
of ttie city fathers, yci u mender wand
of bright light might be discovered un
derneath the street door of the bar
room. From within the merry retreat Issued
an uproar of shouting, raucous laugh
ter and the pounding of glasses on ta
bles, heralding all too plainly the hy
pocrisy of the landlord and possibly
Unit of the city fathers also. Tom
know what company was gathered
there gamblers, truckmen, drunken
farmers, men from the river steamers
making riot while their boats lay at
the wharf, with a motley gathering of
good-for-nothings of the back alleys
and tippling clerks from the Main
street stores. There came loud cries
for a song, and In answer the voice of
Crailey rose over the general din, some
what hoarse and never so musical when
he sang as when ho spoke, yet so touch
ing In Its dramatic tenderness that soon
the noise fell away, and the roisterers
sat quietly to listen. It was not the
first time Ben Jonson's song had stilled
a disreputable company:
"I sent thee Into a rosy wreath,
Not ho much honoring theo
As Blvlnp It tho hopo that thero
It might not withered be."
Perhaps Just then Vanrevel would
have wished to hear him sing any
thing in the world rather than that, for
on Cralley's lips it carried too much
meaning tonight, after the voice In
the garden. Ami Tom lingered no
more near the betraying silver of light
beneath the door than he had by the
gap In the hedge, but went steadily on
his way.
Not far from the hotel he passed a
small building brightly lighted and
echoing with unusual clamors of Indus
trythe ofllce of the Rouen Journal.
The press was going, and Mr. Cum
mlngs' thin figure crossed and re
crossed tho windows, while his voice
could be heard energetically bidding
his assistants to "Look alive!" so that
Tom Imagined that something might
have happened between the Nueces
river and the Rio Grande, but ho did
not stop to ask tho Journalist, for lie
desired to behold tho face of none of
his friends until he had fought out
some things within himself. So he
strodo on toward nowhere.
Day was breaking when Mr. Gray
climbed the stairs to his room. There
were two llights, tho ascent of the first
of which occupied about half an hour
of Cralley's Invaluable time, and tho
oecond might havo taken more of It or
possibly consumed the greater part of
tlie morning had ho received no assist
ance; but, as ho reclined to meditate
upon tho first landing, another man en
tered tho hallway from without, as.
cended quickly, and Cralley became
pleasantly conscious that two strong
hands had lifted him to his feet and
presently that lio was being borne nloft
upon the newcomer's back. It seemed
quite a Journey, yet the motion was
soothing, so ho.mado no efforttoonjen
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his eyes' until ho round himself gently
deposited upon the couch In his own
chamber, when he smiled amiably and,
looking up, discovered his partner
standing over him.
Tom was very pale, and there were
deep violet scrawls beneath his eyes.
For once in his life he had come home
later than Cralley.
"First time, you know," said Cralley,
with difficulty. "You'll admit first time
completely incapable? Often needed
guiding hand, but never quite be
fore." "Yes," said Tom quietly, "it Is the
first time I ever saw you quite fin
ished." "Think I must be growing old, and
constitution refuses bear it. Disgrace
ful to be seen In condition, yet cilebra
Hon Justified. H'rali for the news:"
lie waved his hand wildly. "Old red.
white and blue! American eagle now
kindly proceed to scream! Star span
gled banner intends streaming to all
the trade winds! Sea to sea! Glorious
victories on political thieving exhibi
tion no, expedition! Everybody not
responsible for the trouble to go and
got himself patriotically killed!"
"What do you mean?"
"Water!" said the other feebly. Tom
brought the pitcher, and Cralley, set
ting his hot lips to It, drank long and
deeply; then, with his friend's assist
ance, ho tied a heavily moistened towel
round his head. "All right very soon
and sober again," he muttered and lay
back upon the pillow with eyes tightly
closed In nn Intense effort to concen
trate his will. When he opened them
again, four or five minutes later, they
had niarvelously cleared and his look
was self contained and sane.
"Haven't you heard the news?" Ho
spoke much more easily now. "It canio
at midnight to the Journal."
"No; I've been walking In the coun
try."
"Tho Mexicans crossed tlie Rio
Grande on the 20th of last month, cap
tured Captain Thornton and murdered
Colonel Crook. That means war Is cer
tain." "It has been cortuiu for a long time,"
said Tom. "Polk lias forced It from
the first."
"Then It's a pity ho can't be the only
man to die!"
"Have they called for volunteers?"
asked Tom, going toward the door.
"No, but If the news Is true they
will."
"Yes," said Tom, and as ho reached
tho hallway ho paused. "Can I help
you to undress?"
"Certaluly not!" Cralley sat up In
dignantly. "Can't you see that I'm per
fectly sober? It was the merest tem
porary fit, and I've shaken It off. Don't
you see?" He got upon his feet, stag-
gored nnd came to the door with infirm
steps.
"You're going to bed, aren't you?"
asked Tom. "You'd much better."
"No," answered Cralley. "Are you?"
"No. I'm golug to work."
"You've been all up night, too, haven't
you?" Cralley put his hand ou tho oth
er's shoulder. "Were you hunUug for
mo?"
"No; not last night."
Cralley lurched suddenly, and Torn
caught him about tho waist to steudy
him.
'Bweethearting, tippling, vingt-et-un
or poker, eh, Tom?" ho shouted thickly,
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face, up to my bad trlcl;s at last!" Hut',
recovering himself Immediately, ho
pushed the other off at arm's length
and slapped himself smartly on tho
brow. "Never mind; all right, all right
only a bad wave now and then. A
walk will make me more a man thnu
over."
"You'd much better go to bed, Cral
ley." "I can't. I'm going to change my
clothes and go out."
"Why?"
Cralley did not answer, but at that
moment the Catholic church bell, sum
moning the faithful to mass, pealed
loudly on the morning air, and the
steady glance of Tom Vanrevel rested,
upon the reckless eyes of tlie man be
sldo him as they listened together to
Its Insistent call. Tom said gently, al
most timidly:
"Yon have an engagement?"
This time the answer came briskly.
"Yes. I promised to take Fanchon to
the cemetery before breakfast, to placo
some (lowers on the grave of the little
brother who died. This happens to bo
his blrthdny."
It wns Tom who averted his eyes, not
Cralley.
"Then you'd best hurry," he said hesi
tatingly; "I mustn't keep you," nnd
went downstairs to his office with flush
ed checks, n hanging head and an ex
pression which would have led a stran
ger to believe that ho had Just been
caught In a He.
He went to the Main street window
nnd seated himself upon the ledge, the 1
only one In the room not too dusty for ,
occupation, for hero, at this hour, Tom '
had taken his place every morning
since Elizabeth Carewe had come from
tlie convent. Tho window was a coign
of vantage, commanding the corner of
Carewe and Main streets. Some dis
tance west of the. corner the Catholic
church cast Its long shadow across
Main street, and In order to enter the
church a person who lived upon Ca
rewe street must pass the corner or
else make a half mile detour nnd ap
proach from tho other direction, which
the person never did. Tom had thought
It out tho first night that the Imago of
Miss Hetty had kept him awake, and
that was tho first night Miss Carewe
spent In Itouen. Tho St. Mary's girl
would bo sure to uo to mass every day.
which was why the window ledge was j
dusted the next morning.
The glass doors of the little corner'
drug storo caught the early sun of the
hot May morning and became like
sheets of polished brass; a farmer's
wagon rattled down the dusty street; a
group of Irish waitresses from the ho
tel made the board walk rattle under
their hurried steps as they went to
ward the church, talking to one anoth
er, and a blluklng youth In his shirt
sleeves, who wore the air of one newly
but not gladly risen, began to struggle
mournfully with the shutters of Ma
drillon's bank. A moment later Tom
heard Cralley come down the stulrs,
sure of foot aud humming lightly to
inmseir. The door of the oliico was
closed. Cralley did not look In, but
presently appeared on the opposite side
of tho street and offered badlnago to
tho boy who tolled at the shutters.
The bell had almost ceased to ring
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but graceful and tall, came rapidly out
of Carowo street, turned at the corner
by thejlttle drug store uud went to
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ward the church. Tho boy was left
Blaring, for Cralley's banter broke off
In the middle of a word.
He overtook her ou the church steps,
and they went In together.
That afternoon Fanchon Bareaud
told Tom how beautiful her betrothed
had been to her. He had brought her
a great bouquet of violets and lilies of
the valley and had taken her to the
cemetery to place them on the grave
of her baby brother, whose birthday It
waB. Tears came to Fanchon's eyes
as she spoke of her lover's goodness
nnd of how wonderfully he had talked
as they stood beside the little grave.
"Ho was the only one who remem
bered that this was poor tiny Jcan'H
birthday,-" she said and sobbed. "Ho
came Just after breakfast and asked
mo to go out there with him."
CHAPTER XII.
R. CAR EWE returned ono
warm May afternoon by tho
0 o'clock boat, which waw
sometimes a day late and1
sometimes a few hours early, the lat
ter contingency arising, as in the pres
ent Instance, when tho owner was'
aboard. Nelson drovo him from thoi
wharf to the bank, where ho conferred'
briefly in uu undertone with Eugeno
Madrlllou, after which Eugene sent t
note containing three words to Tap
plngham Marsh. Marsh tore up tho
note and sauntered over to the club,
where he found General Trumblc nud
Jefferson Bareaud.
"He has come," said Tapplngham,
pleased to Und the pair the only occu
pants of the place. "He saw Madrll
lon, and there's a session tonight."
"Praise the Lord!" exclaimed tho
stout general, rising to his feet. "I'll
see old Cheuoweth at once. My fingera
have the Itch."
"And mine, too," said Bareaud. "I'd,
begun to think we'd never have a go
with him again."
"You must see that Cralley comes.
We want a full table. Drag him If you
can't get him any other way."
"He won't need urging," said Jeffer
son. "But he cut us last time."
"Ho won't cut tonight. What hour?"
"Nine," answered Tapplngham. "It'a
to be a full sitting, remember."
"Don't fear for us," laughed Trum
ble. "Now for Cralley," Jefferson ndded.
"After so long a vacation you couldn't
keep him away If you chained him to
tlie courthouse pillars. He'd tear 'em
In two!"
But Jefferson did not encounter tho
alacrity of acceptance ho expected from
Cralley when he found him liulf an
hour later at the hotel. Indeed, at first
Mr. Gray not only refused outright, but
seriously urged the same courso upon
Jefferson. Moreover, his romonstranco
was offered in such good faith that
Bareaud, In the act of swallowing ono
of his largo doses of quinine, paused
with only half the powder down his
throat, gazing, nonplused, at his pro
spective brother-in-law..
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