Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-08-21
THE VALIANTS OF VIRGINIA
BY HALLE ERMlNlE RlVES
Copyright by Bobbs-Merrili Co,

now, all tangled with FREELY sparks."
Doesn't it, Uncle Jefferson calls
them lightning bugs
The name is much more pic
turesque. But all the darby sayings
are. l heard him telling our butler
once of something that when de deb
IDLE heah dat he gwine SEN 70 he
smeilin' salts. Who else would ever
have put it that way? Do you find
him and Aunt Daph useful?"
lie has been a godsend," he said
fervently: 'and her cooking has
taught me to treat her with passion
ate respect. AS Uncle jefferson says,
she can put de big pot in de lii one
en- mex soup outer de laigs.' He's
teaching me now about fiowers-its
surprising how many kinds he knows.
He's walking herbarium."
Come and see mine,' she said.
Roses are our specialty-we have to
live up to the Rosewood name. But
| beyond the arbors are beds and beds
of other flowers. See-by this big tree
are speedwell and delphinium. The
tree is black walnut. It's dreadful
/ thing to have one as big as that
When you want something that costs
lot Of money you go and look at it
and wonder which you want most,
that particular luxury or the tree
| know a girl who had two in her yard
only little bigger than this, and she
went to Europe on them. But so far
I've always voted for the tree"
| Perhaps you've not been suf-
ficiently tempted"
| Maybe" she assented, and in a
bar of light from a window, stopped
over glimmering patch to pull him
| n hIIIahDl1C hA NIL
are hard to find,e she said, so l grow
a few here. What ghostly tintings
! they show in this half-lightl MY
cornfiowers aren't in bloom yet. Here
are wild violets. They are the single
ones, you know, the kind two children
play cock-fighting with" She picked
| two of the blossoms and hooked their
heads together See. both pull till
| one ROSTERS head drops off" She
bent again and passed her hand low
ingly over a mass of starry blooms.
And here are some bluet. the violet
ROSTERS little pale-blue hens. How
does your garden come on?'
'Famously. Uncle jefferson has
shanghaied a half dozen gardeners
| from where / can't imagine-and he's
having the time of his life hectoring
over them. He refers to the upper
and lower terraces as up and down
stairs I've got Seeds but it will be
long time before they flower"
"Oh, would you like some slips?"
she cried. "Or, better still, | can give
you the roses already rooted-Mad
Charles and Marechal Neil and Cloth
of Gold and cabbage and ramblers.
We have geraniums and fuchsias, too,
and the coral honeysuclSle. That's
different from the wild one, you
know"
"You are too good If you would
only advise me where TO set them!
But | dare say you think me pro-
suming."
She turned her full face to him.
'Presumingn You're Furnishing me
now for the dreadful way l talked to
you about Damory Court-before 1
knew who you were. oh, 1t was UNI
pardonabel And after the splendid
thing you had done-I read about it
that same evening-with your money,
/ meant"
mo, no." he protested "There was
nothing splendid about it. 1t was only
pride. You see. the corporation was
my fathers great sidea-the thing
he created and put his soul into-and
ii was laundering. / know that would
hurt him. One thing I've wanted to
say to you ever since the day we
talked together--about the duel. 1
want TO say that whatever lay behind
it, nay fathers whole life was dark
| ened by that event. Now that | can
put two and two together, | know
that it was the cause of his sadness"
"Ah, l can believe that" she re-
piled.
II think he had only two inter-
ests-myself and the corporation. So
you see why I'd rather save that and
he 90
fife, But I'm not a beggar Damory
Court alone is WORTH know it now
"a hundred times what | left"
But to give up your own world
to let it all slip by, and to come here
to spot that to you must seem
desperately dull
II came here because the door of
the old life was closed against me-"
You closed it yourself" she
answered quickly.
MAYBE. But for whatever rea-
son. it was closed. And you call this
dull--dull? Why. my life seems never
to have had real interest before
I'm so glad YOU think that You
are SO utterly different from what
imagined you!"
II could never have imagined you"
he said, never
81 must be terribly outre."
lOu dit 81 many women III one
when | listened to your harp playing
| could hardly believe it was the
same YOU I saw galloping across the
fields that morning Now you are a
different woman from both of those"
As she looked at him. her lips curled
corner-wise her foot slipped ON the
sheer edge of the turf. She swayed
toward him and he caught her feel
ing for sharp instant the adorable
nearness of her body. 1t ridged all
his skin with a creeping delight. She
recovered her footing with an ex-
clamation, and turned back some-
what abruptly to the porch where
she seated herself on the step. draw
irg her filrny skirt aside to make a
place for him. There was a moment
of silence which he broke.
THAT exquisite scramble you were
playing! You know the words, of
course
They are more lovely. If possible,
than the score. Do you care for
poetry?''