Twice-a-week plain dealer., 1906-03-23
THE TWO
VINREVELS
By EoOTH HARRINGTON.
Author of "The Gentleman From Indiana.
and Monsieur Beaucaire"
Copyright, 1909, BY s. S. Mcclure Co.

CHAPTER XIV.
"Methought 1 met damsel fair,
And tears We're in her eyes;
| Her head and arms were bare;
/ heard her bursting sighs.
II stopped and looked her in the face.
| Twas then she sweetly smiled.
| Her features shone with mournful grace
| Far more than natures child.
"With diffident and downcast eye,
In modest tones she spoke
She wiped a tear and gave a sigh
And then her silence broke
~ 10 sang Mrs. Tanberry at the
]Io piano, relieving the melan-
Is1s5sRI choly which possessed her,
~ but Nelson, pausing in the
hall 10 listen and exceedingly curious
concerning the promised utterance of
the damsel fair, was to suffer disap-
pointment, as the ballad was broken
OFF abruptly and the songstress closed
the piano with monstrous clatter.
| Little doubt may be entertained that
the noise was designed to disturb Mr..
| Carewe, who sat upon the veranda con-
sulting strong cigar, and less that
| the intended insult was accomplished.
For an expression of vindictive ma
ture was precipitated in that quarter
SO simultaneously that the bang Of the
piano lid and the curse We're even as
the report Of a musket and the imme-
| date cry Of the wounded.
| Mrs. Tanberry at once debouched
| upon the piazza, showing vast, cloud
ed countenance. "And hope to heav-
en- you already had q headachew she
| exclaimed.
"The courtesy Of your wish, madam"
Carewe replied, with an angry flash
of his eye, "is only equaled by the
Kindness of heaven in answering it.
| have, in fact, headache. 1 always
have nowadays"
"That's good news" returned the
lady. heartily.
II thank you" retorted her host.
Perhaps if you treated your daugh-
ter with even a decent Indians kind of
politeness you'd enjoy better health.''
"Ah! And in what failure to perform
my duty toward her have l incurred
your displeasure?"
where is she now?" exclaimed the
other excitably. "Where is she now?"
II cannot say"
eyes, you can, Robert Carewew Mrs.
Tanberry retorted, with a wrathful
gesture "You know well enough she's
In her own room, and so do l, for
tried to get in to comfort her when l
heard her crying. She's in there with
the door bolted, where you drove her!"
81 drove her!" he sneered.
"Ies; you did, and heard you. Do
you think l couldn't hear you raging
and storming at her like crazy man?
Why can't you be good father to
herr"
Perhaps you might begin by asking
her to be good daughter to me-"
"What has she done?"
"The night before l went away she
ran to fire and behaved there like a
common street holden. The ladies of
the Carewe family have not formerly
| acquired notoriety Of that kind.'
bah" said Mrs. Tanberry.
"Thc next morning, when taxed her
with 1t, she dutifully defed and in
! suited me-"
81 can imagine the delicacy with
| which you taxed her. What has that
to do with your devilish tantrums of
this afternoon, Robert Carewe7"
II am obliged to you for the express
sion," he returned. "When came
home this afternoon found her read
ing that thing" He pointed to many
very small fragments of Mr. Cum
mings' newspaper, which were scatter
ed about the lawn near the veranda.
"Well?"
'Do you know what that article was,
madam, do you know what it was7"
Although breathing heavily, Mr.. Ca
rewe had compelled himself to GER
tain outward calmness, but now, in the
uncomfortable agitation Of his anger,
he sprang to his feet and struck one of
the wooden pillars Of the porch shock
ing blow with the bare knuckles Of his
clinched hand. do you know what it
was? 1t was eulogy Of that Van
revel! 1t pretended to be an account
Of the enrolment Of his internal COM
pany but it was nothing more than
gloriication of that nigger loving
hound! His company-a lot Of sneaks,
who'll run like sheep from the first
greaser-elected him captain yester-
day, and today he received an appoint
ment as major! It dries the blood In
my veins to think Of it-that black dog
major! Heavens, am I never to
hear the last of him7 Cummings wrote
1t, the fool, the lying fawning, slobber-
Ing fool. He ought to be shot for It'll
Neither he nor his paper ever enters
my doors again! And I took the dirty
sheet from her hands and tore It to
pieces"-
"Yes," interposed Mrs. Tanberry, ut
looks as If you had done 1t with your
teeth"
-"and stamped it into the groundr
"Dh, heard you" she said.
Carewe came close to her and gave
her a long look from such bitter eyes
that her own fell before them. IF
you've been treacherous to me, Jane
Tanberry," he said, then God punish
you! If they've met-my daughter and
that man-while was away, it Is on
your head"
He turned and walked to the door,
while the indomitable Mrs. Tanberry,
silenced for once, sank into the chair
he had vacated. Before he disappeared
within the house he paused.
"lf MI. Vanrevel has met my daugh-
ter" he said in a thick voice, stretch