The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1903-10-11

by, on the floor, stood a flask of brandy
and a pitcher of water.
"You!" Miss Bettys face showed no
change, nor even faint surprise, as
her eyes fell upon Tom Vanrevel but
her lips soundlessly framed the word,
YOU"
Tom flung himself on his knees be-
side her.
"Craiiey!" he cried, in a sharp voice
that had a terrible shake in it. Graf
ley! Crailey, ! want you to hear mel
He took one of the limp hands in his
and began to chafe it, while Mrs. Tan
berry grasped the other.
There's still a movement in the
pulse" she faltered.
Still" echoed Tom, roughly, you're
mad! You made me think Crailey was
dead! DO you think Crailey Gray is
going to die? He couldn't, tell you
he couldn't; you don't know him!
Who's gone for the doctor?" He dash
ed some brandy upon his handkerchief
and set it TO the white lips
Mamie. She was here in the room
with me when it happened
Happened! Happened! he
Knocked her. furiously. Happened is
a beautiful word"
God forgive mel" sobbed Mrs. Tan
berry. Il was sitting in the library,
and Mamie had just come from you,
when we heard Mr.. Carewe shout from
the cupola room: Stand away from my
daughter. Vanrevel and take this like 4
dogi' Only that-and Mamie and I ran
to the window, and we saw through the
dusk a man in uniform leap back from
Miss Betty-they were in that little
open space near the hedge. He called
out something and waved his hand, but
the shot came at the same time and he
fell. Even then / was sure, in spite of
what Mamie had said. was as sure as
Robert Carewe was, that it was you.
He came and took one look-and saw
and then Nelson brought the horses and
made him mount and go. Mamie ran
for the doctor, and Betty and I carried
Crailey in. 1t was hard work"
Miss Betty's hand had fallen from
Craileys breast where Toms took its
place. She rose unsteadily to her feet
and pushed back the hair from her
forehead, shiVering convulsiVely as she
looked down at the motionless figure on
the sofa.
"Crailey!" said Tom, in the same an
CRY, shaking voice. "Crailey, you've got
to rouse yourself! This won't do;
you've got to be a man! Crailey!" He
was trying to force the brandy through
the tightly clenched teeth "Crailey"
"Crailey." whispered Miss Betty,
leaning heavily on the back of a chair.
"Crailey?" She looked at Mrs. Tan
berry with vague interrogation, but
Mrs. Tanberry did not understand.
"Crailey!'
1t was then that Crailey's eyelids fut-
tered and slowly opened; and his wan
dering glance, dull at first, slowly
grew clear and twinkling as it rested
on the ashy, stricken face of his best
friend.
Tom" he said, feebly, cit was worth
the price to wear your clothes just
oncei"
And then, at last. Miss Betty saw and
understood. For not the honest gentle
man, whom every one except Robert
Carewe held in esteem and affection,
not her fathers enemy, Vanrevel, lay
before her with the death wound in his
breast for her sake, but that other
Crailey Gray, the neer-do-well and
light-o'-love, Crailey Gray, wit, poet
and scapegrace, the well-beloved town
scamp.
He saw that she knew, and, as his
Frightening eyes wandered up to her,
he smiled family. Even bad dog
likes to have his day." he whispered.
Continued in Next Sundays News)