Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-08-13
CHAPTER XVIII.

John valiant Makes Discovery.
81 Nj so sorry" was what he SAD, as
1 he kneeled to release her, and
she was grateful that his tone was
unmiNed with amusement. She DIT
her lips. as by sheer strength OF ell
bow aud knee he snapped the onend :
Ling bole short off-one of those quick
fcxhihitlous of reserved strength that
every woman likes. Meanwhile ne
/ was uttering hanal fragments OF SEN
fences: u hope you're not hurt IL
was that anmannerly dog, l suppose.
/ What a sword edge that silver has!
A bad tear. I'm afraid. There'-now
| it's all right"
II don't know how l could have
been SO silly-thank you so much,
said Shirley. painting slightly from
! her exertions. I'm not the least DIT
hurt-only my dress-and you know
very we'll that wasn't afraid of that
| ridiculous dog" A richer glow stole
/ to her cheeks as she spoke, burning
| recollection of a rose, which from her
horse that morning at Damory Court
she had giimpsed in its glass ON the
porch.
Both laughed little. He imagined
| that he could smell that wonderful
/ hair. a subtle fragrance like that
of sun-dried seaweed or the elusive
scent that elings to tuft of long
/ plucked Spanish moss. "Chum stands
| absolved, them" he said, bending to
sweep together the scattered jassa-
mine. DO you-do yorr run like that
! when you're not frightened"
When I'm caught red-handed
/ Don't your"
He looked puzzled.
| She pointed to the flowers. II had
stolen them, and ] was trying to
'scape off wild EN- as the negroes
say. Shocking, isn't it? But you
see nobody has lived here since long
before l was born, and / suppose the
flower thieving habit has become in
| grown"
But" he interrupted, there's
| acres of them going to waste. Why
on earth shouldn't you have them?'
'Of course / know better today, but
there was IA special reason. We
have none. and this is the nearest
place where they grow. My mother
wanted some for this particular day"
Good heavens," he cried. You
don't think you can't go right on
taking them? Why, you can 'scape
OFF with the whole garden any
time,'
A droll little CLEAN of azure mis-
chief darted at him suddenly out of
her eyes and then lodged back again.
Aren't you just little rash with
other peoples property"
'Other people's?"
What will the owner say?"
He bent back one of the long jessa-
mine stems and wound it around the
others. II can answer for him. Be
sides, ] owe you something, you
know / robbed you this morning
of your brush
She looked at him, abruptly seri-
Gus. why did you do that"
Sanctuary. His two beaGy eyes
begged so hard for it.. Twenty
ravenous hounds they said, and
dozen galloping horses. And look
what a poor shivering little red
brown morsel l ami "
For just an instant the bronze gold
head gave a quick, imperious toos,
like a high-mettled pony under the
flick of the whip. But as suddenly
the shadow of resentment passed;
the mobile face under the bent hat
brim turned thoughtful. Poor little
beastiei" she said, meditatively. I'VE
so seldom think of his side, do wei
We think only of the run, the dog
music, the wild rush along the wet
fields, with the horses straining and
pounding under us. I've ridden to
hounds all my life. Everybody does
down here She looked again at
him. DO you think it's wrong to
kill things?" she asked, gravely.
"Oh, dear, no." he smiled. 81
haven't a single ism. I'm not even
vegetarian"
kill your own meat?"
PERHAPS. So many of us would.
As matter of fact, l don't hunt my
self. but I'm no reformer"
why don't you hunt?"
81 don't enjoy it." He flushed
slightly II hate firearms.'' he said,
trif1e difficulty. 81 always have.
don't know why. Idiosyncrasy,
suppose. But I shouldn't care for
hunting, even with bows and arrows
l would kill tiger or a poisonous
reptile, or anything else, in case of
necessity. But even then | should
hardly enjoy it. l know some ami
mails are pests and have to be killed.
Some men do, too. But | don't like
to do it myself"
wouldn't that theory lead to a
wholesale evasion of responsibility? %
Perhaps. I'm no philosopher But
q blackbird or a red fox is so pretty.
even when he is thieving, that I'd let
him have the corn. I'm like the lord
| high executioner in 1.-THE Mikado."
who was so tender hearted that he
couldn't execute anybody and planned
To begin with guinea pigs and work
| Up. Only I'm afraid ] couldn't even
manage the pigs"
She laughed. You wouldn't find
many to practise on here Do you
raise guinea pigs up North?"
he said riIafit11x 49,
me. too. Have | by chance large
letter N tattooed upon my manly
brow? But | suppose it's the accent.
Uncle Jefferson catalogued me in five
minutes. He said he didn't know
| why | was from de Norf, but he
knowed it. I've annexed him and
his wife, by the way"
| You're lucky to have them. Unc'
JEFFERSON and Aunt Daph might have
slipped out Of plantation of the
last century. They're absolutely
ante-bellum. Most of the negroes are
more or less spoiled. as you'll find.
I'm afraid" She turned the CONVEX