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CHAPTER VIII (Continuedo

CHAPTER VIII. (Continued.)
Nelson. what was the rest of it?'
please, missy, 1 got pack yo' pa
trunk; an it time. long ago, fer me to
be at my wuk." He was half out Of
the door.
What was the rest of it?" she re-
peated. quietly.
Now, honey" he returned with a
deprecatory shake of his head, Il got
my own wu'k tend to; an amt nevah
ak nobody what twas, an 1 amt goin
ak en- An lemme jass beg You foller
de ole mans advice; you do de same,
case nobody amt goin' tell you. All
l know is that it come later and were
somep'n bout dat riprarin Crailey Gray.
Yo pa he sent a channelge to Mist
Vanrevel, an Mist Vanrevel fuse to
fight him case he says he don b'lieve
shootin 20 pa goin' do yo' pa any
good, an he still got hope mekkin'
good citizen outer him. Dat brung de
laff on yo' pa ag'in; an he clare to
God eff he ketch Vanrevel on any
groun er hisn he shoot him like a mad
dog. Pom my Twin soul, he mean
dem wuds, Missy! Dey had hard 'nough
time las night keepin him fun teahin'
dat man to piece at de fab. You mus
keep dat young gelmun way fun
heah!"
He came home with me last night,
Nelson; / told father So
''Yesm. Yo' pa tole me you say dat,
but he reckon you done it to mex him
madden, case you mad, too. He say
he done see dat Crailey Gray comm
long de hedge wild you"
He was mistaken, it was Mr.. Van
reveL''
Nelson rolled his eyes fervently to
heaven. Den dat young man run
pintedly on he death! Eff you want
keep us all dis side or de Jawdan riv-
uh, don't let him set foot is dis neghbo'-
hood when 20 pa come back! An,
honey-"his voice sank to a penetrating
goin' out in de stable an git down on
my knees an return thanksgiving to
de good God case He hole Carewe
street IN de darkness las night"
This was the speech he chose for his
exit, but, after closing the door behind
him, he. opened it again, and said,
cheerfullv:
SOOu GIT ue trunk TX L. yO pa,
bring 'roun dat bay colt wild de side
saddle. You better set bout gittin' on
20 ridin habit, Missy. De roads is
mighty good dis sunshiny wedduh."
3 "Nelson?"
"Yes'm."
DO you think such an attack as
father had this morning -is-danger-
ous?"
He had hoped for another chance to
laugh violently before he left her, and
this completely fitted his desire. "Ho
no, ho!" he shouted. Nom, no. no
honey He jass git so mad it mex him
sick. You couldn't kill dat man wild a
broad-ax, Missy"
And he went down the hall, leaving
the reverberations of his hilarity be-
hind him. The purpose of his visit had
been effected, for when Miss Betty APP
peared upon the horse block in hel
green habit and gaunlets, she was
smiling; so that only a woman-or q
wise old man-could have guessed that
she had wept bitterly that morning.
She cantered out to the fiat, oper
country to the east, where she found
soft dirt roads that We're good for the
bay colts feet, and she reached a cross.
road several miles from town before
she was overcome by the conviction
that she was a wicked and ungratefu
spot of her guilt, but she knew it was
there, somewhere, since she felt hersel
a guilty thing.
For the picture which Nelson hac
drawn rose before here; the one mar
standing alone in his rage on the plat
form, overwhelmed by his calm younI
adversary beaten and made the butt o
laughter for a thousand. Her fathe
had been in the wrong in that quarrel
and somehow she was sure, too h
mu& have been wrong in the person
al one, as well; the mysterious diff
Guilty over Fanchon's Mr.. Gray, VIII,
had looked so ashamed last night Wha
feud could they make over him, of al
people in the world? He looked strony
enough to take care of his own quar-
rels, even If he was so vigorously boun,
by Fanchon's apron strings when i
came to word with another girl!
But the conclusion that her fathe
had been in error did not lessen tn
pathetic appeal of the solitary figur
facing the ridicule of the crowd Sh
felt that he always honestly believe,
himself i'm the right she knew that h
was vain; that he had an almost mon
strous conception of his dignity: and
realizing the bitterness Of that publ
humiliation which he had undergone
she understood the wrath. the unspea k
able pain and sense of outrage. whicl
must have possessed him.
And now she WAS letting him go fort
upon Journey-his way beset with tn
chances OF illness and accident-whenc
he might never return. she was Iettini
MIN 90 without seeing him again: let
ing him 20 with no word OF farewell
from his daughter. In brief. she wa
wicked CPL She turned the colt
head abruptly ~ the west and touche
his TANKS with her whiD.
20 u fell our that as the packet foam
wharf into the current. NJ owner !
me boat standing upon the hurrlca n
rFfk hear1 "a cry from the shore. al,
itfnee ip behold his daughter dae
eYhn NJ fhf very end ~ no wharf n
me hei-iaiAere1 o0lt Miss BETTY