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GIRDLES
The Two Vanrevels
American Beauty
Every Prtlr Giirn.ntoed
By BOOTH TARKINGTON,
Author of "The Gentleman From Indiann" nnd "Monsieur Beaucilre"
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, high or low bust 90c
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Batiste Girdles 25c
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CHAPTER XIII.
0M VANREVEL always wont
to the postolllce soon after tlio
morning distribution of the
mail; that Is to Hay, about ID ,
Ml
o clock, and returned with the letters
for the ilrm of Gray & Vanrevol, both
personal and ofllclal. Cralley and ho
shared everything, even a box at the
postolllce, and In front of this box one
uiorulng, after a night of rain, Tom
stood staring at a white envelope bear
ing a small black seal. The address
was In a writing he had never seen be
fore, but the Instant it fell under his
eye he was struck with u distinctly
pleasurable excitement.
Suddenly and without reason ho
know that it came from Elizabeth Cu
rewe.
He walked back quickly to his oflice
with the letter in the left pocket of his
:ont, threw the bundle of general cor
respondence upon his desk, went up to
tin; lloor above and paused at his own
door to listen. Deep breathing from
across the hall Indicated that Mr.
Gray's soul was still Incased iu slum
ber. Vunrevel went to ids own room, lock
ed the door nnd took the letter from
his pocket. At last, after examining all
the blades of his poeketknlfe, he select
ed one brighter than the others and
loosened the Hap of the envelope as
gently ami carefully as If it had been
the petal of a rosebud that he was
opening.
Dear Air. Vunrevel I believed you last
nUtit. though I did not understand. But
I understand now everything and, bitter
to me ns the truth Is, I must show you
plainly that I know all of It, nor can I
rent until I do show you. I want you to
-utiMwer this letter though I must not boo
you nf-aln for a long time and In your
annwer you must set mo right If I am
anvwhere mistaken in what 1 have learn
ed. At first, and until-after the second time
we met, I did not bcllevo In your heart,
though I did lit your mind and humor.
Evvu since then there have come strange,
small, Inexplicable mlstrustlngs of you,
but now I throw them nil away and trust
you wholly, aionsieur citizen ucorgea
M-I'liie! I shall always think of you In
tlnwo Impossible garnishments of my poor
tej.t-unclc, and I persuade myself that
lie must have been a little like oti.
1 trust you bccmiso I have heard the
story of your profound goodness. The
ilrst leason for my father's dislike wus
your belief In freedom as the right of all
men. Ah, It Is not your pretty exaggera
tions and flatteries (I laugh at them!) that
apeak for you, but your career Itself and
tho bravo things you have done! My fa
ther's dlsllko tlared Into hatred becauso
you worsted him when ho discovered that
ho could not successfully defend tho
wrong against you and fell back upon
jshcer Insult.
lie Is a man whom I do not know
atrango ns that seems ns I write It. It
Is only to you, who have taught mo so
much, that I could write It. I have tried
to know him nnd to realize that I am his
daughter, but wo uro tho coldest acqualnt
ances, that Is all, and I cannot see how a
change could come. I do not understand
him; least of all do I understand why he
Is a gambler. It has been explained to mo
that It Is his great passion, but all I com
prehend In these words Is thut they uro
full of nlmmo for his daughter.
This Is what was told me: He has al
ways played heavily and skillfully, adding
much to his estato In that way, and In
Rouen always with a certain coterie,
which was joined several years ago by
tho man you canto to save last night.
Your devotion to Mr. Gray has been
the most beautiful thing In your life. I
know all thnt the town knows of that, ex
cept tho thousand hidden sacrifices you
ha. i- muda for him, those things which
no ono will vjr know. (And yet, you seo,
1 know them if tor all.) For our bake,
liecauso you love him, I will not even call
liltn unworthy.
I have heard from one who told unwill
ingly tho story of tho night two years
go when tho play ran so terribly high,
and how In the morning when they went
away nil were poorer except one their
host; how Mr. Gray had nothing left In
the world and owed my father a great
sum, which was to be paid In twenty-four
hours; how you took everything you had
saved in the years of hard work at your
profession nnd borrowed the rest on your
word and brought It to my father that
Afternoon; how, when you had paid your
friend's debt, you asked my father not to
play with Mr. Gray again, nnd my father
mado that his excuso to send you a chal
lenge. You laughed at tho challenge
and you could afford to laugh at it.
But this Is nil shame, shame for Robert
Carowo's daughter. It seems to mo that I
ehould liltlo and not lift my head; that I,
being of my father's blood, could never
look you In tho faco again. It is so un
spcakably painful and ugly. I think of
my father's stiff prldo and his look of tho
caglo-and ho still plays with your friend,
almost always "successfully I" And your
friend still comes to play! But I will not
speak of that sldo of It.
Mr. Gray has mado you poor, but I
know it was not that which mado you
como seeking him last night, when I
found you thero In tho hall. It was for
Ills sako you came and you went away
for mine. Now that I know, at last now
that I havo heard what your llfo has been
(and, oh, I heard so much mora than I
havo written!) now that my eyes havo
been opened to soo you as you are, I am
proud and glad and humble that I can
bollovo that you felt a friendship for mo
strong enough to havo mado you go "for
my sake." You will write to mo Just onco
won't you?-and tell mo If .here was any
error In'what 1 listened to, but you must
not como to tho garden. Now that I
know you I cannot meet you clandestine-
! n-rllll If tvillllil liurf llio illirnllv wlllf'll
I fe;l 111 you now and my own poor dig
nity such ns It Is I 1 have been earnestly '
warned of tho danger to you. Besides,
you must let me test myself. I am all
Muttering and frightened and excited.
You will obey me, won't you? Do not
como until I send for you.
ELIZABETH CAKE WE. .
Mr. Gray, occupied with his toilet l
about noon, hoard his partner descend-1
ing to the ollice with a heavy step, and '
issued from his room to call a hearty ,
greeting. Tom looked back over his
shoulder and replied cheerily, though '
with a certain embarrassment, but ,
Cralley, catching sight of his face, ut
tered a sharp ejaculation and came
down to him.
"Why, what's the matter, Tom?
You're not going to be sick?"
"I'm all right, never fear!" Tom
laughed, evading the other's eye. "I'm
glng out In the country on some busi
ness, anil I dare say I shall not be back
for a couple of days. It will be all up
and down the county."
"Can't I go for you? You don't look
able"
"No, no. It's something I'll have to
attend to myself."
"Ah, I suppose," said Cralley gently,
"I suppose It's important and you
couldn't trust me to handle it. Well
God knows you're right! I've shown
you often enough how Incompetent I
nm to do anything but write Jingles!"
"You do some more of them without
tho whisky, Cralley. They're worth
more than all the lawlng that Gray &
Vanrevel have ever done or ever will
do. Goodby nnd be kind to your
self." He descended to the tlrst lauding, nnd
then, "Oil, Cralley," ho called with the
air of having forgotten something he
had meant to say.
"Yes, Tom?"
"This morning at the postolllce I
found a letter addressed to me. I open
ed it and" He hesitated, and un
easily shifted his weight from one foot
to the other with a feeble, deprecatory
laugh.
"Yes. what of It?"
"Well, there seemed to be a mistake.
I think It must have boon meant for
you. Somehow, she she's picked up a
good many wrong impressions, and,
Lord knows how, but she's mixed our
names up and nnd I've left tho letter
for you. It's on my table."
He turned and, calling n final good
by over his shoulder, went cluttering
noisily down to tho street nnd vanish
ed from Cralley's sight.
Noon found Tom far out on the Na
tional road, creaking along over tho
yellow dust in a light wagon.
He stopped at every farmhouse nnd
cabin, and where the young men work-
"Why, what's the matter, Tovit"
ed in the fields hailed them from the
road or hitched his horse to tho fenco
nnd crossed the soft furrows to tnlk
with them. At such times he stood
erect ngaln nnd spoke stirringly, find
ing eager listeners. There was ono
question they asked him over nnd over:
"But aro you sure tho call will
come?"
"As sure as that wo stand here.
And It will come before tho week is
out. We must bo ready!"
Often when ho loft them they would
turn from tho work In hand, leaving It
as It wns to He unfinished in the fields,
nnd mnko their way slowly and
thoughtfully to their homes, while Tom
climbed Into his creaking little wagon
onco more, only to fall into tho snino
dull, hunched over attitude. lie had
many things to think out before ho
faced Rouen nnd Cralley Gray ngaln,
nad more to fljjht throughto tho end
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Yfiih himself. Three days he tool; for '
It, three days driving through the soft
May weather bohlud the kind old jog
trottiug horse.
But on the evening of the third day
he drove into town, with tho stoop out 1
of his Bhoulders nnd tho luster back J
In his eyes. He was haggard, gray,
dusty, but lie had solved his puzzle, and
one thing was clear In his mind as the
thing thnt he would do. He patted the
old horse a hearty farewell as he left
him with the liveryman from whom he
had hired him and strode up Main
street with tho air of a man who Is
going somewhere. It was late, bul
there were more lights than usual In
the window and inure people on the
streets. An old man. a cobbler, win
had left a leg at Tippecanoe a. id re
placed it with a wooden one, chastely
decorated with designs of his own
carvings, came stumping excitedly
down tho middle of the street, where he
walked for fear of the cracks in the
wooden pavement, which were danger
ous to his art leg when lie came from
the Rouen House bar, as on the present
occasion. He hailed Tom by name.
"You're the lad, Tom Vanrevel!" ho
shouted. "You're tho man to lead tho
boys out for the glory of the state!
You git the whole blame lire depart
ment out and enlist 'em before morn
ing. Take 'em down to tho Itlo Grande,
you hear me? And you needn't bo
afraid of their puttln It out, If it
ketches artre, neither!"
Tom waved his hand and pnssed on,
but at the open doors of the Catholic
church he stopped and looked up and
down the street, and then, unnoticed,
entered to the dim Interior, where the
few candles showed only a bent old
woman In black kneeling at the altar.
Tom knew where Elizabeth Carewe
knelt each morning. He stepped softly
through the shadowy silence to her
place, knelt and rested his head upon
the rail of the bench before him.
The street was quiet when he emerged
from that lorn vigil. Tho corner groups
had dissolved. Shouting youths no
longer patrolled the sidewalks. Only
one quarter showed signs of life tho
little clubhouse, where the windows
still shone brightly and. whence eamo
the sound of many voices settling tho
destinies of the United States of Amer
ica. Thither Tom bent ids steps
thoughtfully and with n quiet mind.
There was a small veranda at the side
of tho house. Here ho stood unob
served to look in upon his noisy und
agitated friends.
They were all there, from tho old
general und Mr. Bareaud to tho latter's
son, Jefferson, und young Frank Chen
oweth. Trumblo was proposing a
health to tho president In a voice of
fury. .
"In spite of all the Cralley Grays and
traitors this side of hades!" he finished
politely.
Cralley emerged instantaneously from
the general throng and mounted a
chair, tossing his light hair back from
his forehead, his eyes sparkling and
happy. "You find your own friends al
ready occupying the place you men
tioned, do you, general?" he asked.
General Trumble stumped and shook
his list. "You're u spawn of Aaron
Burr!" ho vociferated. "There's not a
man hero to stand by your infernal
doctrines. You sneer at your own
state, you sneer at your own country,
you defllo tlio. saored ground! JVha.t
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are you, by the Almighty, who attack
your native laud In this her hour of
peril?"
"Peril to my native land!" laughed
Cralley. "From Santa Anna?"
"The general's right, sir," exclaimed
the elder Chcnowcth indignantly, and
most of the listeners appeared to agree
with him. "It's a poor time to abuse
the president when he's called for vol
unteers and our country is in danger,
sir!"
"Who is in danger?" answered Cral
ley, lifting his hand to still the clamor
of approbation that arose. "Is Polk iu
danger, or congress? But that would
be too much to hope! Do you expect
to see the greasers in Washington? No,
you Idiots, you don't! Vet there'll be
plenty of men to suffer and die, and
the llrst should be those who thrust
this war 011 us and poor little Mexico.
But it won't be they. The men wlio'll
do the lighting and dying will be tho
country boys and the like of us from
the towns, while Mr. Polk sits planning
how lie can get elected again. And
you ask me to drink the health of the
politician who sits at home and sends
his fellow men to die to fix his rotten
Jobs for him!" Cralley had persuaded
himself Into such earnestness that tho
deptii of his own feeling almost choked
him, but he finished roundly In his
beautiful, strong voice: "I'll drink for
the good punch's sake. But that health
I'll see General Trumblo In heaven
before I'll drink It!"
Thero rose at once a roar of anger
nnd disapproval, and Cralley became u
more storm center amid tho upraised
hands gesticulating madly at him as he
stood, smiling again, upon his chair.
"Tliis comes of living with Tom Van
revel!" shouted the general furiously.
"This Is his cursed abolition teaching!
You're only his echo. You spend half
your life playing at being Vanrevel!"
"Where Is Vanrevel?" said Tapping
ham Marsh.
"Aye, whore Is ho?" raged Trumble,
hammering the table till the glasses
rang. "Let him come and answer for
his own teaching. It's wasted time to
talk to tills one. He's only the pupil.
Where Is the traitor?"
"Here," answered a voice from the
doorway; and, though the word was
spoken quietly, It was nevertheless fit
that Juncture silencing. Every ono
turned toward the door as Vanrevel
entered. But the apoplectic general,
whom Crniioy's speech had stirred to
a fury beyond control, almost leaped
at Tom's throat.
"Here's the tea sipping old granny!"
he bellowed hoarsely. (Ho was ordi
narily very fond of Tom.) "Here's the
master! Here's tho man whose exam
ple teaches Cralley Gray to throw mud
at this Hag. He'll stay here at homo
with Cralley, of course, and throw
more, while tho other boys march out
to die under It!"
"On the contrary, general," answer
ed Tom, raising his voice, "I think
you'll find Cralley Gray tho first to en
list, and, as for myself, I've raised sixty
men iu tho country, nnd I want forty
moro from Ilouen in order to offer tlio
governor n full company. So It's come
to 'the king, not the man.' Polk is a
pitiful trickster, but the country needs
her sous; that's enough for us to know.
And, while I won't drink to James
Polk'.' ho plunged a cup In tho bowl
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this to tho .president!"
It was then that from llfty throats
the long, wild shout went up thut
stirred Ilouen and- woke tho pcoplo
from their midnight beds for half a
mile around.
CHAPTER XIV.
OB the ilrst time It wns Crnlley
who 1mt waiting for Tom to
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come home. In a chair drawn
0 his partner's desk iu U10
dusty ollice lie half reclined, arms on
the desk, his chin on his clinched fists.
Tom took ills own time iu coming.
He had stayed at the club to go over
his lists so he had told Cralley with
the general and old Bareaud. His com
pany was almost complete, and Cralley
had been tho first to volunteer, to tho
dunifoundlng of Trumble, who had pro
ceeded to drink his health again and
again. But the lists could not detain
Tom two hours, Cralley knew, and It
was two hours since, tho new volun
teers had sung "Tho Star Spnugled
Banner" over the last of the punch and
had left the club to Tom and the two
old men. Only once or twice In that
time had Cralley shifted his position or
altered the direction of his set gaze nt
nothing. But at last he rose, went to
the window nnd, leaning far out, look
ed down the street toward tho llttlo
clubhouse. Its lights were extinguish
ed, and all was dark up and down tho
street. Abruptly Crnlley went back to
the desk and blew out the candle, after
which he sat down again in tho sumo
position. Twenty minutes later ho
heard Tom's step on the stnlr, coming
up very softly. Crnlley waited In si
lence until his partner reached tho
lauding, then relit the candle.
"Tom," he called, "come In, please.
I've been waiting for you."
Thero was a pause before Tom an
swered from the hall:
"I'm very tired, Cralley. I think I'll
go up to bed."
"No," said Cralley; "come in."
The door was already open, but Torn
turned toward It reluctantly. He stop
ed at the threshold, and the two looked
nt each other.
"I thought you wouldn't come ns long
ns you believed I was up," said Cral
ley, "so I blew out the light. I'm sorry
I kept you outside so long."
"Cralley, I'm going away tomorrow,"
tho other began. "I am to go over and
see the governor and offer him this
company, and tonight I need sleep, so
please"
"No," Interrupted Crnlley quietly; "I
want to know what you're going to
do." ,
"To do about what?"
"About me."
"Oh!" Tom's eyes fell at onco from
his friend's face and rested upon tho
lloor. Slowly he walked to tho desk
and stood In embarrassed contempla
tion of the littered books and papers,
while the other waited.
(To l)o Continued )
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