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DQ -x i r The Two Vanrevels I GORSETSl i'J GIRDLES v I Every Pnlr Gtmra.ntood I t r mm m By BOOTH TARKINGTON, Author of "The Gentleman From Indlnnn" and "Monsieur Detucilre" Good grade American Beauty Corset, with hose supports, high or low bust 90c Batiste American Beauty Corset, double hose supports, hign or low bust $ t .00 Batiste Girdles 25c Tape Girdles 50c Summer Net, with hose supports 50c Copyright, 1002, by S. S. McClure Co. "OCT A x v (continued.) (00( crnlloy-beeause Irm an abolition "I think It's host for you to tell mo." 1st. but now. whether the country has said C'ralloy. "You think so?" Tom's embarrass merit Increased v'-dbly, arid there was mingled with It an odd appearance of apprehension, probably to relieve which lie very deliberately took two long cheroots from his pocket, laid one on the desk for Cralley and lit the other himself with extreme carefulness at tho candle. After tills ceremonial ho dragged a chair to the whitlow, tilted back In It with Ills feet on the low sill, his buck to the thin light and his friend, and said In a slow, gentle tone: "Well, Cralley?" "l suppose you mean that I ought to offer my explanation first?" said tho other, still standing. "Well, there Isn't any." He did not speak doggedly or sullenly, as one In fault, but more with the air of a man curiously ready to throw all possible light upon n cloudy phenomenon. "It's very simple all that I know nbout It. I went thcro first on the evening of the Madrlllon masquerade and played a little come dy for her, ho that some of my theat-1 rieal allusions they weren't very Illu minating to my engagement to Fan ebon made her believe I was Vanrovel when her falior told her about the pair of us. I discovered that the night h!s warehouses burned and I saw something more, because I can't help seeing such things that yours was Just the character to appeal to a young girl fresh from the convent and full of lionesty and tine dreams and lire. No body could arrange a more fatal fasci nation for u girl of nineteen than to have a deadly quarrel with her father. And that's especially true when the fa ther's like that mad brute of a Dob Carewe! Then, too, you're more or less the town model of virtue and pop tilar hero, In spite of the abolitionism, just as I am the towu scamp. So I let It go on and played a little at being .you. saying the things that you only think that was all. It Isn't strange that it's lasted until now, not more than three weeks, after all. She's only seen you four or live times and me not much of tenor. No one speaks of yon to lier. and I've kept out of sight when others were about. Mrs. Tanherry is lier only close friend and, naturally, wouldn't bo apt to mention that you .arc dark aud I am fair pr to describe us personally any more than you and 3 would mention the general appear ance of people we both meet about town. But you needn't tell me that it ant last much longer. Some petty, unexpected trifle will turn up, of course. All that I ' ctmirwl if tirt n rrri1 nwmtf i liniiuu tul men hnve got to do the bleeding for her, and I want to be one of them. That's the one thing that Is plain to me." "Yes," returned Cralley. "You know I'm with you, and 1 think you're al ways right. Yes. we'll all be on tho way In a fortnight or so. Do you mean you won't quarrel with me because of that? Do you moan It would be a poor time now, when we're all going out to take our chances together?" "Quarrel with you!" Tom rose and came to the desk, looking across It nt his friend. "Did you think I might do that?" "Yes I thought so." "Cralley!" And now Tom's expres sion showed desperation. It was that of a man whose apprehensions hnve cuhnlnnted and who Is forced to face n crisis long expected, long averted, but Imminent at hist. His eyes fell from Cralley's clear gaze, and his hand fidgeted among the papers on the desk. "No," he began with a painful lame ness and hesitation. "I did not mean It no. I meant that, In the same way, only one thing in this other this other affair that seems so confused and la such a problem only one thing has 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 BELTS Gilt and Silver Belts, the very latest thing in this line, at 30c, 50c, 60c Also a full line of the Buster Brown belts in black, white and red. Silk Belts at 25, 50 and 75C Stockings Misses' Stockings, 1x1 rib, 10 and 15c Misses' fine black dress stocking, 25c Knit Underwear Light weight, long sleeve Vest, 25c Light weight Bants, 25c Light weight union suits, long sleeves and close knit cuffs, 50c Corset Cover Embroid ery, iS inches wide, from 25 to 55c Victoria Lawn, 36 in., 15c l MEWHODSE, Dry Goods, Laea 1 . pljh There was a silence while they looked at each other. grown clear. It doesn't seem to mo that that" here he drew a deep breath before he went on with Increas ing nervousness "that If you like a want to know is ' n,im n111- have lived with him a good what you mean to do." ' years-tliat Is to say, If you're 1 reauy mncn 01 a lrionu 10 nun, 1 uont believe you sit on a high seat and judge him. Judging aud all that haven't much part In It, and It seems to me that you've got yourself into a pret ty bad mlxup, Cralley." "Yes," said Cralley. "It's pretty had." "Well," Tom looked up now with an almost tremdlous smile, "I believe that is about all I can make of It. Do you think it's the part of your best friend to expose you? It seems to me that If there ever was a time when I ought to stund by you It's now." There was a silence while they looked at each other across the desk in tho faint light. Tom's eyes fell again as Cralley opened his lips. "And in spite of everything," Cralley said breathlessly, "you mean that you won't tell?" "How could I, Cralley?" said Tom Vaurevel as he turned away. "To do?" repeated Tom softly and blew a long scarf of smoke out of the , -window. I "Ah!" Cralley's voice grew sharp and loud. "There are many things you needn't tell me. You need not tell me what I've done to you nor what you think of mo. You need not tell mo that you have others to consider; that you have Miss Carewe to think of. Don't you suppose I know that? And you need not tell me that you have a duty to Fanchon" "Yes," Tom broke hi, his tone not quite steady "yes, I've thought of that." "Well?" "Have you did you" He hesitated, but Cralley understood immediately. "No; I haven't seen her again." "But you" "Yes, I wrote. I auswered the let ter." "As" "Yes; I signed your name. I told you that I had just lot things go on," Cral ley answered, with an Impatient move ment of his hands. "What are you go ing to do?" "I'm going over to see the governor in tho morning. I'll bo away two or three days, I imagine." "Vaurevel," exclaimed Cralley hotly, "will you give me nn answer and not beat about tho bush any longer, or do you moan that you refuse to answer?" Tom dropped his cigar upon tho brick window ledge with au abysmal sigh. 4'0h, no; It Isn't that," ho answered mildly. "I've been thinking It all over for three days In the country, and when I got back tonight I found that I had come to a decision without know ing It and that I had come to It even before I started. My leaving the letter for you proved It. It's a little like this Mexican war a mixed up problem, 'i'he thing Is bound to happen, and you can't stop it. I believe tho men who make this war for their own uses will suffer for It. But It is made, and there's only one thing I can sec as tho thing for mo to do. They've called mo every oamo on earth and thesamo wlthyou, CHAPTER XV. "Mothought I mot a damsel fair, And tears wero In lier oyes; Her head and arms wero baro; I heard her bursting sighs. "I stopped and looked her In tho faco. Twos then sho sweetly smiled. Her features shone with mournful grace Far more than nature's child. "With dlflldont and downcast eyo. In modest lones sho spoke. Sho wiped a tear and gavo a sigh And then her silence broke" s 0 nnng Mrs. Tanberry nt tho piano, relieving tho melan choly which possessed her, J but Nelson, pausing In tho hall to listen and exceedingly curious concerning the promised utterance of tho damsel fair, was to suffer disap pointment, as tho ballad was broken off abruptly and tho songstress closed the piano with a monstrous clatter. Little doubt may bo entertained that the noise was designed to disturb Mr. Carewe, who sat upon the veranda con sulting a strong cigar, and less that tho intended Insult was accomplished. For an expression of a vindictive ua turo was precipitated In that quarter so simultaneously that flic bang of tho piano lid and the curse were even as the report of a musket and the Imme diate cry of the wounded. Mrs. Tanberry at once debouched upon the piazza, showing a vast, cloud ed cQiintenance. "And 1 hope to heav en you already had a headache!" sho exclaimed. "The courtesy of your wish, madam," Carewe replied, with an angry Hash of his eye. "Is only equaled by the kindness of heaven In answering it. 1 have, in fact, a headache. I always have nowadays." "That's good news," returned the lady heartily. "I thank you," retorted her ho -it. "Perhaps if you treated ywur daugh ter with even a decent Indian's kind of politeness you'd enjoy better health." "Ah! And in what failure to perform my duty toward her have I Incurred your displeasure?" "Where Is she now?" exclaimed the other excitably. "Where is she now?" "I cannot say." "Yes, you can, Robert Carewe!" Mrs. Tanberry retorted, with a wrathful gesture. "You know well enough she's In her own room, and so do 1, for 1 tried to got In to comfort her when I heard her crying. She's In there with tho door bolted, where you drove her!" "I drove her!" he sneered. "Yes; you did, and I heard you. Do you think I couldn't hear you raging and storming nt her like a crazy man? Why can't you bo a good father to her?" "Perhaps you might begin by asking her to be a good daughter to me." "What has sho done?" "The night before I went away she ran to a llro and behaved there like a common street hoideu. The Indies of tho Carewe family have not formerly acquired a notoriety of that kind." "Bah!" said Mrs. Tanberry. "The next morning, when I taxed her with It, she dutifully defied and in sulted me." "I can Imagine tho delicacy with which you 'taxed' her. What has that to do with your devilish tantrums of this afternoon, Robert Carewe?" "I am obliged to you for tho expres sion," ho returned. "When I enme home this afternoon I found her rend ing that thing." He pointed to many very small fragments of Mr. Cum mlngs' newspaper, which were scatter ed about the lawn near the veranda. "Well?" "Do you know what that article was, madam, do you know what It was?" Although breathing heavily, Mr. Ca rewe had compelled himself to a cer tain outward calmness, but now, in the uncontrollable agitation of his anger, ho sprang to his feet and struck one of tho wooden pillars of tho porch a shock ing blow with tho bare knuckles of his sllnched hand. "Do you know what It ras? It was a eulogy of that Van revel! It pretended to bo nn account of tho enrollment of his infernal com pany, but It was nothing more thnu a glorification of that nigger loving hound! nis company a lot of sneaks, who'll run like sheep from tho first greaser elected him captain yester day, and today he received nn appoint ment ns major! It dries the blood in my veins to think of It that black dog a major! Ileavens, am I never to hear tho last of hlra? Cummlngs wroto it, tho fool.jhe lyjngfawuliyjjlobber; lug fool. He ought" to be shot for Itt Neither ho nor his paper ever enters my doors again! And I took the dirty sheet from her hands aud tore It to pieces" "Yes," Interposed Mrs. Tanberry, "It looks ns if you had done It with your teeth." "and stamped It Into tho ground!" "Oh, I hoard you!" she said. Carewe came close to her and gavo her a long look from such bitter eyes that her own fell before them. "If j'ou'vo been treacherous to me, Juno , Tanberry," lie said, "then God punish i you! If they've met my daughter and j that man while I was away, It Is on your head." lie turned and walked to the door, , while the indomitable Mrs. Tanberry, , silenced for once, sank into the chair he had vacated. Before he disappeared within the house lie paused. "If Mr. Vaurevel has met my daugh ter," he said in a thick voice, stretch ing out both hands in a strange, menac ing gesture toward tho town that lay darkling in the growing dusk, "If ho has addressed one word to her or so much as allowed his eyes to rest on her overiong, lot him take care of himself I" "Oil, Robert, Robert!" Mrs. Tanber ry cried in u frightened whisper to her self. "All the fun and brightness went out of the world when you oamo home!" But there were other reasons than the return of Robert Carewe why Rouen hud lost the Joy and mirth that belonged to It. Nay, the merry town had changed beyond all credence. It was hushed like a sickroom aud dole fully murmurous with forebodings of farewell and sorrow. For all tho very llower of Rouen's youth had promised to follow Tom Vanrovel on the long and arduous Jour- ney to Mexico, to march burning miles ! under the tropical sun, to face strange; fevers and the guns of Santa Anna. Few wero the houses of the more pre tentious sort that did not mourn in prospect the going of son or brother or close friend. Mothers already wept not in secret, fathers talked with husky bravado, and every one was very kind to those who were to go, speaking to them gently and bringing them llttlo foolish presents. Nor could tho hearts of girls now longer mask as blocks of Ice to the prospective conqulstndores. Eugono Madrlllon's young brother, Jean, after a two years' Beatrice and Benedict wooing of Trlxie Chenowcth, that notable spitfire, announced his en gagement upon the day after his en listment aud recounted to all who would listen how his termagant fell upon his neck In tears when she heard tho news. "And now she cries about mo all tho time," finished the frauk Jean blithely. But there was little spirit for the old merriments. Fanchon, Virginia and flvo or six others spent their after noons mournfully, and yet proudly, sewing and cutting largo pieces of col ored silk, fashioning a great Hag for their sweethearts and brothers to hear southward and plant where stood the palaco of the Monte.umas. That was sad work for Fancboh, though It was not for her brother's sake that she wept, since, as every one know, Jefferson was already so full of malaria and quinine that the fevers of tho south and Mexico must find him invulnerable, autl even Wa mother be lieved he would only thrive and grow hearty on his soldiering. But about Cralley Fanchon had a presentiment more vivid than any born of the nat ural fears for his safety. It came to her again and again, reappearing in her dreams. She shivered and started often as she worked on the Hag, then bent her fair head low over the gay silks, while the others glanced at her sympathetically. And when the Hag was completed save for sewing tho stars upon the blue ground she took It away from the others and Insisted upon finishing the work herself. It was at this Juncture, when tho weeping of women was plentiful, when old men pulled long faces and the very urchins of the street observed periods of gravity and even silence, that a no tion entered tho head of Mrs. Timber ry young Jancy Tanberry to the ef fect that such things wero all wrong. She declared energetically that this was no decent fashion of farewell; that after tho soldiers went nway thero would bo time enough to enact tho girls they had left behind them, and rtayiit iif'it 'il t ais --ajBBIawMtaiaaBBBBIBBBSVMB-WIM-Ma'MhaM Mrs. Tanherry came in and worshlpcdit. that until then tho town should bo made enlivening. So she went about preaching a revival of cheerfulness. Nor was her vigor spent In vnln. It was decided that a ball should be given to tho volunteers of Rouen two nights before their depnrturo for the state ren dezvous, and It should bo made tho noblest festival in Rouen's history. The subscribers took their oath to It. 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