The Red Cloud chief. (Red Cloud, Webster Co., Neb.) 1873-1923, June 01, 1906, Image 3

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The Two Vanrevels
Author of "The Gentleman From Indiana" and "Monsieur DeiucIre"
Copyritfht. 1002. by S. 5. McClure Co.
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'A. rocket went up from the Uouen
House, tlien another, followed by a
hhIvo of anvils mill u rackety dlschargo
of Hinall anus, Hie beginning of u
iioblc display of fireworks In celebra
tion of tbe nrosnective victories of the
United States and the utter dlscom-1
ilture of the Mexicans when the Iloucu
volunteers should reach the seat of
war, an exhibition of patriotism which
brought little pleasure to Mr. Vunrevel.
But over the noise of the street lie
beard his own name shouted from the
stairway, nnd almost Instantly a vio
lent knocking assailed the door. Be
fore ho could bid the visitor enter, the
door was flung open by a stout aud ex
cited colored woman who, at sight of
htm, threw up her hands In tremulous
thanksgiving. It was the valu Mamie.
She sank into a chair aud rocked
herself to aud fro, gasping to regain
Lcr lost breath. "Bless de good God
Mtuighty, you nlu' gone out!" she pant
ed. "I run an' I ruu, an' I come so fas'
I got stitches in dc side f'utn head to
Tom brought her a glass of water,
which she drank between gasps.
"I ucvah run so befo' endulii' my
Jlvlu days," she ussertcd. "You knows
tite, who I am an whum I cum f'ura,
nlgh's well's I knows who you Is, I
reckon, Muje' Vunrevel?"
"Yes, yes, I know. Will you tell mo
swlio sent you?"
"Miss Tuuberry, sub, dat who sended
me, an In a venomous hurry she dono
do same!"
''Yes. Why? Does sho want me?"
Mamie emitted a screech. " 'Deed she
mos' evcrlas'ln'ly does not! Dat do
ve'y exacklndes' Ilviu' t'lng she does
not want!"
"Then what Is it, Mamie?"
'"Lomme git my bref, sub, an' you
bole yo'uo whiles I tell you! Sho say
to me, she suy, 'Is you 'quuintcd Mnje'
.Vanrevel, Mamie?' s' she, an I up'n'
ausuh, 'Not to speak wid, but dey aiu'
none on 'em I don knows by sight, an'
none betteror dan him,' t say. Deu
she say, she say, 'You run all do way
4in' tin' dat young man,' she say, s' she,
4un' If you don' git dab fo' he leave, er
dou' stop him on do way, den God
'Imlghty forgive you!' she say. 'But
you tell him f'um Jane Tanberry not to
come nigh dis house or dls gyahdeu dis
night! Tell him dat Jane Tanberry
warn him he mus' keep outer Carewe's
way ontel ho safe on de boat toraorrer.
"Tell him Jane Tanberry beg him to
stay In be own room dis night, an' dat
she beg It on her bentcd knees!' An'
dis she say to me when I tole her what
Kelson see In dat house dis cvenln'.
An byuh I Is, an' hyuh you Is, an' de
blessed Jesus be thank', you Is hyuh!"
Tom regarded her with a grave at
tention. "What made Mrs. Tanberry
think I might be coming there tonight?"
"Dey's cur'ous goin's on lu dat house,
suh! De young lady, she alu' like her
self. All dc day long she wauduh up
an' down an' roun' about. Mlz Tan
berry are a mighty guesslfylng wom
an, an' de minute I tell her what Nelse
ec she s'pec' you a-comln' an' dat de
tooss mos' pintedly preparln' fo' It!"
"Can you make It a little clearer for
me, Mamie? I'm afraid I don't under
stand." "Well, sua, you know dat ole man
Nelson; ho allays tell me ev'yt'iug lie
Itnow an' ev'yt'iug ho think ho kuow,
Jass de same, suh. An' dat ole Nelse,
be mos' 'sessful cull'd man In de worl
to cropo roun' do house an' pick up do
fjorfolp an' git do 'fo' an' behlno er
iwuat's goln' on. So 'twos dat he seo
ko boss, when he come lu to'des even
in', tek dat heavy musket offn' do
racks an' load au' clean her, an' he do
it wld a mighty bad look 'bout de
niouf. Den he gone ul to de cupoly
au' lef it dull au' den come down
ag'ln. Whiles dey all U eatln' ho
'uouuee th'eo time' dat he goln' bo
'way endu'in' de evenln'. Deu he gone
out de frout do' an' out dc gates an'
down de street. Den, suh, den, suh,
Hain't no mo'n a half 'n 'our ago, Nelse
como to me un' say dat ho sec do boss
come roun' dc stable, kecplu' close In
by de shrubbery, an' cropc In de ball
room winder, w'ich Is closo to de
groun', sub. Nelse 'uz a cleuulu' ho
harness In do back yo'd, an' he let on
not to see him, like. Miss Betty, sho
jwalkln' in her gyuhden an' Miz Tan
berry fan' on do po'ch. Nelse, ho slip
do house wliuh do lights ain' lit nn
stan' an' listen long time In dc llbcrry
at do foot er dem sta'hs, an he hyuh
dat man move, suh I Deu Nelso kuow
dat he dono crope up to de cupoly room
an' an dat he settiu' dab, waltln'!
fiozo ho como an' tolo me, an' I beg
Mlz Tanberry como In de kitchen, an
I shot do do' an' I tolo ber. An' she
sended me byuh to you, sub. An' If
you Mjz n-goin do good CJoii 'Itnlghty
mus' er kep' you ontel I got byuh!"
"No, I wasn't going." Tom smiled
upon her sadly. "I dare say there's a
simpler explanation. Don't you sup
pose that If Nelsou was right and Mr.
Carewe really did come back it was
because he did not wish his daughter
and airs. Tanberry to kuow that that
be expected a party of friends, possi
bly, to Join him there luter?"
"What lie doin wld dat gun, suh?
Nobody goln' play cyahds nor frow
dice wld a gun, is dey?" asked Mamie
as she rose and walked toward the
"Oh, that was probably by chance."
"No, suh!" Bbe cried vehemently.
"An' dem gelmun wouldn play t'nlght
no way; mos on 'em goln' wld you
tomorror, an' dey sayln' goodby to do'r
folks dis evenln', not gambllu'! Mlz
Tanberry Ml bo In a state er mine ontel
sho hyuh f'um me, an' I goln' hurry
back. You won' come dar, suh? I kin
tell her dat you say you sutney aln'
comin nigh our neighborhood dls
"I had not dreamed of coming, tell
ber, please. Probably I shall not go out
ut all this evening. But It was kind
of you to come. Good night."
He stood with a candle to light ber
down the stairs, but after she bad gone
be did not return to the office. Instead,
be went slowly up to 'bis own room,
glancing first Into Crulley's tbe doors
of neither were often locked to behold
a chaos of disorder and unfinished
packlug. In bis owu chamber it only
remained for him to close tbe lids of
a few big boxes aud to pack a small
trunk which be meant to take with
him to the camp of the state troops
and he would be ready for departure,
no set about tills task and, concluding
that there was no necessity to wear
his uniform on the steamboat, decided
to place It lu the truuk and went to
the bed where he had folded and left
it. It was not there; nor did a thor
ough search reveal it anywhere iu the
room. Yet no one could have stolen
it, for when he had gone down to the
office Crailey had remained on tills
floor. Mamie had come within a few
minutes nftcv Crailey went out, and
during his conversation with her the
office door had been open; no one could
have passed without being seen. Also,
a thief would have taken other things
as well as the uniform, and surely
Crailey must have beard; Crailey would
Then Tom remembered the figure lu
the long cloak and the military cap
and with a sick heart began to under
stand. He had read the Journal, and
ho kuew why Crailey might wish to
masquerade In a major's uniform that
night. If Miss Carewe read it, too,
nnd a strange wonder rose iu her miud,
this aud a word would convince her.
Tom considered It improbable that the
wonder would rise, for circumstauces
had too well established her lu a mis
take, trivial aud ordlmiry enough at
first, merely the confusing of two
names by a girl new to the town, but
so strengthened by every confirmation
Crulley's wit could compass that she
would no doubt ouly set Cummlugs'
paragraph aside as a uowspuper error.
Still Crailey had wished to be on the
safe side.
Tom sighed rather bitterly. He was
convinced that the harlequin would
come home soon, replace the uniform
' (which was probably extremely becoin
i lug to him, bb they were of a height
I and figure much the same) and after
ward In his ordinary dress would sally
forth to spend his lust evening with
Fauchou. Tom wondered how Crailey
would feel and what be would think
about himself while he wus changing
his clothes, but ho remembered bis
partner's extraordinary powers of men
tal adjustment, and for the first time in
his life Vunrevel made no allowance
for tho other's temperament, und there
came to blm a moment when ho felt
that ho could almost dislike Crailey
I Gray.
At all events, ho would go out until
Crailey had come and gone again, for
he had no desire to behold the mas
querader's return. So he exchanged
bis dressing gown for a coat, fastened
his collar and had begun to arrange
bis cravat at the mirror when sudden
ly tho voice of tho old negress seemed
to sound close beside him In the room:
"He's settln' dah-waltln'!"
Tho cravat was never tied. Tom's
hands dropped to his sides as ho start
ed back from the staring face In tho
mirror. Robert Carewe was waiting,
and Crailey All at onco there was,
but one vital necessity In tho world for
Tom Vanrevel that was to find
Crailey. He must go to Crailey even
In Carewe's own house. He must go
to Crailey!
Dress Goods
Black Silks
Black Taffeta, 36 in. wide,
Black Peau de Soie, 36 in.
wide, $1.35.
I NEWHOUSE, Dry Goods, Laoes.
Ho "dashed down the stairs and Into
tho street. Tbe people were making a
groat uproar in front of the hotel, ex
ploding bombs, firing muskets in the
air, sending up rockets, and, rapidly
crossing the outskirts of the crowd, ho
passed into Carewe street unnoticed.
Hero the detonations were uot so deaf
ening, though the little steamboat at
the wharf was contributing to the con
fusion with all In her power, screeching
simultaneously approval of the celebra
tion und her lust signals of departure.
At tho first comer Tom had no more
than left the sidewalk when he came
within a foot of being ridden down by
two horsemen who rode at so desperate
a gallop that, the sound of their hoof J
beats being lost In the uproar from ,
Main street, they were upon him before
ho was aware of them.
He leaped back with an angry shout
to know who they were that they rode
so wildly. At the same time a sharp
explosion at the foot of the street sent
a red flare over Uie scene, u flash, gone
with such Incredible swiftness Into re
newed darkness thnt he saw the flying
horsemen nlmost ns equestrlnn statues
Ulumiued by a flicker of lightning, but
he saw them with the same distinct
ness that lightning gives and recogniz
ed the former as Robert Carewe, and Iu
the Instant of that recognition Tom
know what had huppeued to Crailey
Gray, for be saw the truth In the ghast
ly face of his enemy.
Cnrewo rode stiffly, like a mnn frozen
upon bis horse, and his face was like
that of a frozen man, his eyes glassy
and not fixed upon bis course, so that
It was a deathly thing to bcc. Once,
long ago, Tom had seen a man riding
for his life, and be wore this same
look. The animal bounded and swerv
ed under Vanrevel's enemy In the mad
rush down the street, but he sat rigid,
bolt upright In the saddle, his face set
to Unit look of coldness.
Tho second rider was old Nelson, who
rode with body crouched forward, his
eyeballs like shining porcelain set In
ebony nnd his arm like a flail, cruelly
lashing his own horse and bis master's
with a heavy whip.
"De steamboat!" he shouted hoarse
ly, bringing down the lash on ono and
then on the other. "De steamboat, de
steamboat! Fo' God's sake, honey, de
They swept Into Main street, Nelson
leaning fur across to the other's brldlo
and turning both horses toward tho
river, but before they had inado tho
corner Tom Vanrevel was running with
all the speed that was In him toward
his enemy's house. The one block be
tween blm aud Unit forbidden ground
seemed to him miles long, and ho felt
that bo was running as a man in a
dream and at the highest pitch of ago
nized exertion, covering no space, but
only working tho air In one place, like
a treadmill. All that was In his mind,'
heart nnd soul wus to reach Crailey.
Ho had known by tho revelation of
Carowc's face in what case bo would
find his friend, but ns he ran ho put
the knowledge from him with a great
shudder und resolved upon Incredulity
In splto of his certainty. AU be let
himself feel was the need to run, to
ruu until ho found Crailey, who was
somewhere in tho darkness of tho trees
about tho long, low house on tho cor
ner. Wlieu ho reached tho bordering
. hedge ho did not stay for goto or cath
Child's Vest, 6.c.
Misses' Vest, 10c.
Ladies' Vests, ring sleeves,
10, 1 2 A, 15 and 25c.
Ladies' Lisle Thread Vest,
without sleeves, 2c.
Ladies' Lisle 'I hrcad Vest,
silk finish neck and arm, 25c
and 35c.
Union Suits 25, 40, 50c, $1.
Embroidered and
Lace Hose
Infants' Hose, 15c.
Misses' Hose, 15 and 25c.
Ladies' Hose, 15, 25 and 35c.
Valenciennes Lace from ic
to 45c per yard.
buf with n loud shout hurled h'tuiMjn
bulf over, half through, the hedge, like
a bolt from a catapult.
Lights shone from only one room In
the house, the library, but as he ran
toward the porch it candle flickered In
the hall, and there c::ni the sound of
a voice weeping with terror.
At that lie called move desperately
upon his incredulity to aid blm, for
the voice was Mrs. Tanberry's. If It
had been any other than she who sob
bed so hopelessly, she who was al
ways steady und strong! If he could
Beside him hnelt Miss Betty,
he would huve stopped to pray now
before ho faced her and the truth, but
his flying feet curried blm on.
"Who Is It?" she gasped brokenly
from the hull. "Mamie, have you
brought blm?"
"It's 1!" he cried ns ho plunged
through tho doorway. "It's Vanrevel!"
Mrs. Tanberry set tho Iron candle
stick down upon the table with a crash.
"You've come too lute!" sho sobbed.
"Another man has taken your death on
Ho reeled back against the wall.
"O God!" he said. "Crailey!"
"Yes," she answered. "It's the poor
vagabond that you loved so well."
Together they ran through the hall
to tho librury. Crailey was lying on
tho long sofa, his eyes closed, his head
llko a piece of curven marble, the gay
uniform In which ho bad tricked him
self out so gallantly open at the throat
and his white linen stained with a few
little splotches of red.
Beside him knelt Miss Betty, holding
her lace handkerchief upon bis breast.
Sho was as white ob he and as mo
tionless, so that as sho knelt there,
Immovable, beside him, her arm, like
alabaf ter, across bis breast, they might
havo been a sculptor's group. Tho
handkerchief was stained a little, like
the linen, and, like it, too, stained but
a little. Near by on tho floor stood a
flask of brandy and a pitcher of wa
ter. "You!" Miss Betty's face showed no
change nor even u faint surprise as her
eyes fell upon Tom Vanrevel, but her
lips soundlessly framed tho word,
"You I"
Tom flung himself on bis knees be
side ber.
"Crolley!" ho cried In a sharp volco
that had u tcrrlblo shake lu It. "Crai
ley! Crailey, I want you to bear mo!"
He took one of the limp hands in his
und began to chafe It, while Mrs. Tan
berry grasped the other.
"There's still a movement in tho
pulse," she faltered.
"Still!" echoed Tom roughly. "You'ro
mud! You made me think Crailey was
dead! Do you think Crailey Gray is
going to die? He couldn't, I tell you
ho couldn't. You don't know him!
Who's gone for the doctor?" He dush
ed some braudy upon his handkerchief
nnd set It to tho white lips.
"Mamie. She was here In tho room
with me when it happened."
'"Happened! Happened!'" ho mock
ed her furiously. " 'Happened' Is a
beautiful word!"
"God forgive mo!" sobbed Mrs. Tan
berry. "I was sitting In tho library,
and Mamie bud Just come from you,
when wo heard Mr. Carewe shout from
the cupola room, 'Stand away from
my daughter, Vanrevel, und take this
like a dog!' Only that, nnd Mamie and
I run to tho window, nnd wo saw
through the dusk n man In uniform'
leap back from Miss Betty they wero
iu the little open space near the hedge.
He called out something and waved his
bund, but the shot came at tho samo
time, und ho fell. Even then I was
sure, in spite of what Mamie had said,
I was as sure as Robert Carewe was,
thut It was you. He came and took
ono look nnd saw and then Nelson
brought the horses and made him
mount nnd go. Mamie ran for tho doc
tor, and Betty nnd I carried Crailey In.
It was hard work."
Miss Betty's baud had fallen from
Crulley's breust where Tom's took Its
place. Sho roso unsteadily to her feet
und pushed buck the hulr from her
forehead, shivering convulsively ns sho
looked down nt tho motionless figure
on the sofu.
"Crnlley!" suld Tom, in tho samo
angry, shaking voice. "Crailey, you've
got to rouso yourself I This won't do;
you've got to be a man! Crailey!" no
was trying to force tho brandy through
tho tightly clinched teeth. "Crailey!"
"Crailey?" whispered Miss Betty,
leaning heavily on tho buck of a chair.
"Crailey?" She looked at Mrs. Tanber
ry with vaguo Interrogation, but Mrs.
Tnnberry did not undcrstund.
It was then that Crulley's eyelids
fluttered and slowly opened nnd bis
wandering glance, dull at first, slowly
grow clear and twinkling ub It rested
on the ushy, stricken fuce of his best
"Tom," ho said feebly, "It was worth
tho price to wear your clothes Just
And then at last Miss Betty saw and
understood, for not the honest gentle
man whom every one except Robert
Carewo held in esteem and affection,
not her father's enemy, Vanrevel, lay
before her with tho death wound In bis
breust for her suko, but that other,
Crailey Gray, tho no'cr-do-weel and
light o' love Crailey Gray, wit, poet
aud scapegrace, tho well beloved town
Ho saw that sho knew, and as his
brightening eyes wandered up to her
bo smiled faintly. "Even a bad dog
likes to havo his day," ho whispered.
(To bt Continued )
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