The Red Cloud chief. (Red Cloud, Webster Co., Neb.) 1873-1923, June 01, 1906, Image 3
' '! Q SUMMER DRY GOODS J The Two Vanrevels By BOOTH TARKINGTON, Author of "The Gentleman From Indiana" and "Monsieur DeiucIre" Copyritfht. 1002. by S. 5. McClure Co. -sVr tro C5T ,1. I 1 L h y DCr (CONTlNOnD.) '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 heel!" 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 door. "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 ulght?" "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 Crnlley 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! Summer Dress Goods DIMITIES ORGANDIES MERCERIZED EF FECTS SILK MULLS INDIA LINONS PERSIAN LAWN MER. MULLS LINENS Black Silks Black Taffeta, 36 in. wide, $1.00. Black Peau de Soie, 36 in. wide, $1.35. BUTTERICK PATTERNS iWWAiiWWWWV 'WW'WWWWWw4 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 steamboat!" 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 Summer Underwear 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. 2 'iWW'mWWvAmAiAmW'W'W' 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 himself." 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. Oft. "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. "Crnlley!" 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 friend. "Tom," ho said feebly, "It was worth tho price to wear your clothes Just oncel" 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 scamp. 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 ) ' ll ifl II ! Z. i:r;'i2WtfC5WBKKSKs;5tt4