The Courier. (Genoa, Nev.) 1899-1904, 1901-05-17
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I'M man VINO mas uSeu lorce dSduol
s~ his brother manw declared Car
melius Foote, doggedly. And as he
spoke he confronted his shrinking
daughter, Amber, who had just said
good night at the door to gallant VIII
Camp, recently home from the Philip
pine war, and still wearing his stained
blue uniform.
Old Carmelius Foote was 81 staunch,
not to say rabid, advocate of universal
peace. Some of his progenitors on the
maternal side had been Quakers, and
he had inherited enough of the pacific
spirit of William Penn and his follow
ers to combat everything that sayored
of physical force with fierceness and
intolerance that would have made a
captain of horse invincible. He had
had great hopes of the peace confer
ence summoned by the Czar OF Russia;
and just now he was particularly indig-
nant and disgusted by the fact that,
Immediately after that conference, the
two most enlightened nations of the
world were each engaged In wars or
no mean proportions. He had stormed
for days against all men OF war, and
declared them to be, without exception,
promoters of the devils kingdom. And
now to have this young American sol
dier, still clad In his iniquitous livery,
darkening his doors as a suitor for his
daughters hand, was too much No
wonder the old man flew into a ungod-
ly and inconsistent passion. No WON
der he spoke harshly as he did to his
pretty daughter, and no wonder she,
knowing her fathers determined and
lmmovable nature, burst into tears and
stole away upstairs to face the shadow
which had suddenly blotted out her
happy dreams.
AS Amber left the room, sobbing,
her mother turned, almost dehantly,
toward Carmelius. "You know they
have thought the world of each other
ever since they were children" she
cried. at isn't because VIII has been
TO the war that Amber loves him, or
even admires him, though there are
lots of girls who are after him just
for that. Amber and he were as good
as engaged long before the war, and
It is cruel for you to separate them just
because VIII obeyed his country's call
and went to defend 1t against those
Philippine rebels
philippine rebelsr' snorted Carme-
lius. "Great danger this country was
In from them. I told VIII Camp be-
fore he went that If he wanted to have
anything more to do with Amber he'd
better stay at home and tend to the
employments of peace. But no-of he
went, with lot Of other crazy-headed
young fellows, and now he comes back,
stained with the blood Of his brother
man, and dares to come counting OF
my daughter just the same as before.
I tell you, won't have itv' The old
mans voice rose SO shrilly that Amber
heard it, as she lay sobbing ON her lit
tie bed upstairs. 'sThe next time he
comes, I'll send him home. I'll tell him
never to cross my threshold again. I'll
give him to understand that when say
a thing l mean It'll"
The man of peace beat the air with
his fist and then struck the table re
sounding thump. mo man who uses
force against his brother man shall
marry child of mine" he repeated.
"Let VIII Camp understand thati
Once for all, say that I won't have
him here counting Amber. I'll send
him home If he comes"
Old Carmelius Foote was as good as
his word. He met VIII Camp at the
gate the next Sunday evening, and
Mrs. Foote and Amber heard the voices
of the two men raised in angry dispute.
Then the young man whirled abruptly
ON his heel and strobe away. Amber
buried her woe-begone face on her
mothers shoulder, and her whole body
shook with sobs. 1t seemed to her that
that quick, indignant turning away of
her lover meant the end of her first
and only romance. For she said to
herself that she could never love any
body but VIII, and if he and her father
had come to be enemies, of course, the
whole matter must end.
For days there was scarcely a word
spoken between the three members of
the Foote family. Carmelius was grim
ly determined, and went about with a
face like flint. His wife was indig-
nantly silent. She never spoke to him
except when absolutely obliged to, and
then In scarcely anything but monosyl-
lables. Amber attended to her house
hold duties with dropping face and
dark rings under her eyes, was like a
flower that had been trodden ON and
was at length lifting itself pitifully.
but never to stand erect again.
Wednesday was pie baking day at
the Foote farm. Next to universal
peace, Carmelius great hobby was
pies. He ate them three times a day,
and seldom consumed less than half
pie at meal. All kinds of pies were
grateful to his palate, and he throye