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The Two Vanrevels
American Beauty
Every Pnir Gtmrsvntccd
By BOOTH TARKINGTON,
Author of "The Gentlcmnn From Indiana nnd "Monsieur Detuolre"
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"I doiibf If you've breakfasted, broth
er," Crulloy responded aloud, nibbing
the dog's head softly with the tip of his
boot. "Will you share the meager faro
of one who Is a poet, should bo a law
jeer, but is about to become a soldier?
Kb, but ti corporal! Rise, my friend.
Up and be In your own small self a
whole corporal's guard! And if your
corporal doesn't come home from the
,wnrs, perhaps you'll remember him
'kindly. Think?"
He made a vivacious gesture, the
small animal sprang into the air, con
voluted with gratitude and new love,
fwhllc Crailey, laughing softly, led the
lvny to the hotel. There, while he ate
.sparsely himself, he provided inuuifl
cently for his new acquaintance nnd
Tccoramended him, with on accompani
ment of silver, to the good ofllces of
Hie Rouen House kitchen. After that
out into the sunshine again he went
..with clastic step and a merry word
nnd n laugh for every one he met. At
the old English gardener's he bought
four or Ave bouquets and carried them
on a round of visits of farewell to as
many old ladles who had been kind to
liim. This done, leaving his laughter
Jiud his llowers behind him, he went to
Fanchou nnd spent part of the after
noon bringing forth cunning argu
ments cheerily to prove to her thut
Ceuernl Taylor would be lu the Mex
ican capital before the volunteers
xeached New Orleans and urging upon
(lior his belief that they would all be
Lack iu Rouen before the summer was
igone.
But Fanchon could only sob nnd
iwhlsper, "Hush, hush!" In the dim
room where they sat, the windows
darkened so that after he had gone he
.should not remember how red her cye3
wore and the purple depths under
ibcin and thus forget how pretty she
liud been at her best. After a time,
fiudlng that the more he tried to cheer
lier the more brokenly she wept, ho
grew silent, only stroking her head,
iwhile the summer sounds came In
-through the window, the mill whir of
locusts, the small monotone of distant
farm bolls, the laughter of children In
rtbe Btreet nnd the gny arias of a mock
ing bird swlnglug lu the open window
of the next house. So they sat together
-through the long, still afternoon of the
Jnst day.
No one In Rouen found that nfter
aioon particularly enlivening. Even
Irs. Tauberry gave way to the com
jnon depression, and, once more her
loctrine of cheerfulness relegated to
1he ghostly ranks of the purely theo
xoticol, she bowed under the burden
-of her woe so far as to sing "Methought
3 Met a Damsel Fair" (her of the burst
ing sighs) at the piano. Whenever sad
ness lay upon her soul she had acquir
ed the hnblt of resorting to this un
Juappy ballad; today she saug it four
tlmes. Mr. Cnrewe was not at home
and had announced that, though he in
tended to honor the evening meal by
Ills attendance, he should be away for
the evening itself, as comment upon
which statement Mrs. Tanberry had
offered ambiguously the one word,
"Amen." Ho was stung to no reply,
and she hnd noted the circumstance as
unusual and also thut he had appeared
to labor with the suppression of a keen
excitement which made him anxious
to escape from her sharp little eyes;
an agitation for which she easily ac
counted when she recalled that he had
seen Vanrevel on the previous evening.
Mr. Carewe had kept his promise to
preserve the pence, as he always kept
it when the two met on neutral ground,
?iut she hnd observed that his face
showed n kind of hard leashed vio
lence whenever he had been forced to
breathe the air of the same room with
Ills enemy, and that the thing grew on
him.
Miss Betty exhibited not precisely a
jburnlng interest in the adventure of
the damsel fair, wunderlug out of the
room during the second rendition, wan
dering back ngalu and once more away.
She had moved about the house in
this fashion since early morning, wear
ing what Mamie described as a "peak
ed look." White faced and restless,
with distressed eyes, to which no sleep
liud come in the night, she could not
read. Eho could no more than touch
her harp. She could not sleep. Sho
could not remain quiet for three min
utes together. Often she sank into a
chair with an air of languor and weari
ness, only to sturt Immediately out of
It and seek some other part of tlio
house or to go and pace the garden.
Here in tho air heavy with roses and
tremulous with Juno as sho walked
rapidly up and down late in the after
'noon, at the time when the faraway
jCarm bells were calling men from tho
fields to supper, the climax of her rest
lessness came. That anguish and des
peration, so old In hot sex, the rebel
lion against the law that inaction must
tin lim imf luiil fnlliiti titiitit lwit fi
UV, tl.t I'lillf 11(111 11IIILI1 IIJ'UU 11V.L iUl
the llrst time. She came to an abrupt
stop and struck her hands together de
spairingly and spoke aloud.
"What shall I do? What shall I do?"
"Ma'am?" asked u surprised voice
just behind tier.
She wheeled quickly about to behold
a shock bended urchin of ten iu tho
path near the little clearing. He wns
ragged, tanned, dusty, neither shoes nor
coat trammeling his independence, and
he had evidently entered the garden
through the gap in the hedge.
"I thought you spoke to me," he said
Inquiringly.
"I didn't see you," she returned.
"What is It?"
"You Miss Carewe?" he asked, but
before she could answer ho said reas
suringly: "Why, of course you nre! I
remember you perfect, now 1 git tho
light on you, so io speak. Don't you
remember me?"
"No, I don't think I do."
"Lord!" he responded wonderlngly.
"I was one of the boys with you on
them boxes the night of you pa's lire!"
Mingled with the surprise in ills tone
was a respectful unction which Inti
mated how greatly he honored her fa
ther for having been the owner of so
satisfactory a conflagration.
"Were you? Perhaps I'll remember
you if you give mo time."
But at this point the youth recalled
tho fact that lie had an errand to dis
charge, and, assuming an expression of
businesslike haste too pressing to per
mit further pnrley, sought lu his pocket
and produced u sealed envelope with
which he advanced upon her.
"Here. There's an answer. He told
me not to tell anybody who sent It, nnd
not to give it to nobody on earth but
you, nnd how to slip In through "Iho
hedge nnd try nnd find you in the gar
den when nobody was lookln', nnd he
give a pencil for you to unswer on the
bnck of It, and a dollar."
Miss Betty took the note, glancing
once over her shoulder at the house,
but Mrs. Tanberry was still occupied
with the maiden, nnd no one was in
sight. She rend the message hastily:
I havo obeyed you and shall always.
You havo not sent for me. Perhaps that
was because there was no tlmo when you
thought It safe. Perhaps you havo still
felt there would bo a loss of dignity.
Does that weigh with you against good
by? Tell me, If you can, that you havo
It In your heart to let me go without see
ing you once more without goodby for
the Inst time. Or was It untrue that you
wrote mo whnt you did? Was that dear
letter but a llttlo fairy dream of mine?
Ah, will you seo me again, this once this
once let me look at you, let mo talk with
you, hear your voice? Tho last time!
There was no signature.
Miss Betty quickly wrote a few lines
upon the same sheet:
Yes yes! I must seo you must talk
with you before you go. Como at dusk.
Tho garden near tho gap In tho hedge.
It will be safe for a llttlo while. Ho will
not be here.
She replaced the paper In Its en
velope, drew a line through her own
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Carewe seized the vitislvc.
name on tho letter and wrote "Mr.
.Vanrevel" underneath.
"Do you know the gentleman who
sent you?" she asked.
"No'm; but he'll bo waitin' at his of
fice, Gray & Vanrevel, on Main street,
for tho answer."
"Then hurryl" said Betty.
no needed no second bidding, but,
with wings on his bare heels, made off
through tho gap in tho hedge. At tho
corner of the street he encountered an
adventure a gentleman's legs and a
beayy. baud at tho sumo. time. The
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hand fell on Ills shoulder, arresting his
scamper with u vicious Jerk, anil tho
boy wns too awed to attempt an es
cape, for he knew his enptor well by
sight, although never before bad he
found himself so directly in the com
pany of Rouen's richest citizen. The
note dropped from the small trembling
fingers, yet those Angers did not shake
ns did the man's when, like n (lash, Ca
rewe seized upon tho missive with his
disengaged hand and saw what two
names were on the envelope.
"You were stealing, were you?" he
cried savagely. "I saw you sneak
through my hedge!"
"I didn't either!"
Mr. Carowe ground his teeth. "What
were you doing there?"
"Nothing!"
"Nothing!" mocked Carewe. "Noth
ing! You didn't carry this to the
young lady In there and get her an
swer?" "No, sir!" answered the captive ear
nestly. "Cross my heart I didn't. I
found it!"
Slowly the corrugations of anger
were leveled from tho magnate's face,
the white heat cooled, und the prisoner
marveled to find himself in the pres
ence of an urbane gentlcmnn whoso
placidity made the scene of a moment
ago appear some trick of distorted vi
sion. And yet, curious to behold, Mr.
Onrcwe's fingers shook even more vio
lently than before as ho released tho
boy's shoulder and gave him a friendly
tap on the head, at the sanio time smil
ing benevolently.
"There, there," he snid, bestowing a
wink upon the youngster. "It's all
right. It doesn't matter; only I think
I sec the chance of u Jest in this. You
wait while 1 read this llttlo note, this
message that you found!" He ended
by winking again with tho friendliest
drollery.
He turned his back to the boy nnd
opened the note, continuing to stand in
that position while he read tho two
messages. It struck the messenger that
after this there need be no great
shame in his own lack of this much
vaunted art of reading, since it took
so famous n man as Mr. Carcwo such
length of time to peruse a little note.
But perhnps tho great gentleman was
ill, for It appeared to tho boy that he
lurched several times, once so far that
he would have gone over If lie had not
saved himself by a lucky stogger. And
once, except for the fact that the face
thut had turned away had worn nn ex
pression of such genial humor, the boy
would havo believed that from it is
sued a sound like the gnnshlng of
teeth.
But when it was turned to him again
It bore tho same amiable Jocosity of
mouth and eye, and nothing seemed
to be the matter, except that those fin
gers still shook so wildly too wildly,
indeed to restore tho note to its en
velope. "There," said Mr. Carewe, "put it
back, laddlo; put it back yourself.
Take it, to the gentleman who sent
you. I see he's even disguised his hand
a trltle ha, ha! and I suppose ho may
not have expected the young lady to
wrlto his name quite so boldly on tho
envelope! What do you suppose?"
"I d'know," returned tho boy. "I
reckon I don't hardly understand."
"No, of course not," said Mr. Ca
rowe,. laugbhyj rather madly. lHai
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hn, fiaf Of course you wouldn't. And
how much did he give you?"
"Yayl" cried tho other Joyously.
"Didn't he go and baud me u dollar!"
"How much will you take not to tell
him that I stopped you und read it?
How much not to speak of me at all?"
"What?"
"It's a foolish kind of Joke, nothing
more. I'll give you $3 never to tell
any one that you saw me toduy."
"Don't shoot, colonel!" exclaimed the
youth, with u riotous lllug of bare feet
iu the air. "I'll come down!"
"You'll do it?"
"Five!" ho shouted, dancing upon the
boards. "Five! I'll cross my heurt to
die I never hear tell of you or ever
knew they was sich a man iu the
world!"
Carewe bent over him. "No! Say,
'God strike me dead and condemu me
eternally to the everlasting unities of
hell if I ever tell!' "
This entailed quick sobriety, though
only benevolence wus In the face abovo
him. The Jig step stopped, und tho
boy pondered, frightened.
"Ilavo I got to say that?"
Mr. Carewe produced a bank, bill
about which the boy buheld u halo.
Clearly this was his duy. Heaven
showed its approval of his conduct by
an outpouring of imperishable riches.
And yet the oath mlsllked him. There
was a savor of the demoniacal con
tract. Still Uiat was to be borne and
the plunge taken, for there iluttcrcd
the huge sum before his dazzled eyes.
He took a deep brcuUi. " 'God strike
me dead,' " he began slowly, " 'If I
ever' "
"No. 'And condemn me to the ever
lasting flames of hell' "
"Have I got to?"
"Yes."
" 'And condemn mo to to the ever
lasting flames of of hell if I ever
tell!'"
He ran off, pale with the fear that ho
might grow up, take to drink and some
day toll In his cups, but so resolved
not to coquet with temptation that he
went round a block to avoid the door
of tho Iloueu House bur. Nevertheless
the note was In his hand und the for
tune in his pocket.
And Mr. Carewe was safe. He knew
that the boy would never tell, and ho
knew another thing, for ho had read the
Journal, though it came no more to
his house ho knew that Tom Vunrevel
wore his uniform that evening und
that, even lu the dusk, tho brass but
tons on an officer's breast make a good
mark for a gun steadied along tho'
ledge of a wludow. As he entered tho
gates and went toward tho house ho
glanced up at the window which over
looked his garden from tho cupola.
CHAPTER XVIII.
I f 1RAILEY was not tho only man
I in Rouen who had been say
kj3g1 lng to himself all day that
lKl each accustomed thing ho did
was done for the last time. Many of
his comrades went about with "Fare
well, old friend," In their hearts, not
only for tho people, but for the usual
things of life and tho actions of hublt,
now become unexpectedly dear and
sweet to kuow or to perform. So Tom
Vnnrovel, relieved of his hot uniform,
loose ns to collar, wearing a big dress
ing gown and stretched in a chair,
watched, tho sunset f rpj& tho western
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window of tho dusty ofllce, wlicro ho
had dreamed through many sunsets in
Hummers past, and now took his lenvo
of this old habit of his In silence, with
a long clgnr, considering the chnnccs
Inrgely against his ever seeing tho sun
go down behind the long wooden bridge
at tho foot of Main street again.
The ruins of Uie warehouses had boon
removed, and Uie river was laid clear
to his sight. It rau between brown
banks like a river of rubles, nnd at
the whurf the small evening steam
boat, ugly aud grim enough to behold
from near by, lay pink and lovely in
that broad glow, tooting Imminent de
parture, although an hour might elapse
before it would bock Into tho current
The sun wld-sned, clung briefly to
the horizon nnd dropped behind tho
low hills beyond the bottom lauds; tho
stream grew purple, then took on a
luster of pearl as the stars came out,
while rosy distances chnnged to misty
blue; the chatter of tho birds in tho
Main street maples became quieter
and, through lessening little choruses
of twittering, fell gradually to silence.
And now the blue dusk crept on tho
town, and the corner drug store win
dow lights threw mottled colors on
tho pavement. From the hall, outsldo
the closed ofllce door, came the sound
of quick, light footsteps. It waB Cral-
It was the vain Mamie.
ley going out, but Tom only sighed to
himself and did not hall him. So these
light footsteps of Crailey Gray echoed
but a moment in the stairway and
wcro heard no more.
A few moments later a tall figure,
wrapped from neck to heels In a gray
cloak, rapidly crossed the mottled
lights nnd disappeared into Cnrewo
street. This cloaked person wore on his
head a soldier's cap, and Tom, not rec
ognizing him surely, vaguely wondered
why Tapplngham Marsh choso to muf
flo himself so warmly on a June even
ing. He noted the quick, alert tread as
unlike Marsh's usual gait, but no sus
picion crossed his mind that tho flguro
might bo that of. his partner.
(To bs'Contiuued )"
Right now, while you are in a good
humor, would bo tho best time you
could find to come in and settle that
old subscription account.
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