Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-09-02
CHAPTER xxxvIII.

CHAPTER xxxvIH.
The Ambush.
NJ OF long after from the musicians
power the sound of Home,
Sweet Home" drifted over the pojp-
nant rose-scent, and presently the
driveway resounded to rolling wheels
and the voices of negro drivers, and
the house-entrance jostled with
groups, muffled in loose carriage
wraps, silken cloaks and light over
coats, calling tired but laughing fare-
wells.
Katharine, on the step. found her.
self looking into valiant's ewes.
How can l tell you how much I
stayed till the very last minnie
which is something for ones fourth
season! And now, goed-by. for we
are off tomorrow for Hot Springs
Her face may have been little worn.
trifle hard under the emerald tint
ed eyes, but her smHe seemed friend
ly and unclouded.
Her father had long ago betaken
himself homeward, and the big three
scared surrey-holding six comftable
and nine fumiliah,' In the phra 80 "A
Lige the coachman-had returned fo,.
the rest, Judge Chambers, the two
younger girls and Shirley.
katharine greeted the latter with a.
charming smile. What more natural
than that she should find herself
straightway on the rear seat with
royalty? The two girls safely dis
posed in the middle, the judge
climbed up beside the driver. who
cracked his whip and they were off.
The way was not long, and Kath-
airline had need of dispatch If that re-
vengeful weapon were to be used
which fate had put into her hands.
She wasted little time.
1T seems so strange" she said, ito
find our host in such surroundingst
can scarcely believe him the same
John Valiant I've danced with a hum
dred times in New York He's been
here such a short while and yet he
couldn't possibly be more at home IL
he'd lived in Virginia always. And
you all treat him as If he were quite
one of yourselves"
Shirley smiled enchanting1y. why,
yes she said, maybe 1t seems odd
to outsiders. But, you see, with us q
Valiant is always Valiant. No mat
ter where he has lived, he's the son
of his father and the master of Dam
DRY Court
That's the wonderful part of it.
It's $3.50 English. somehow
thought of it. But perhaps it seems
so. We have the old houses and the
old names and think of them, no
doubt. in the same way"
What a sad life his father hadl"
pursued Katharine dreamily. You
know all about the duel. of course"
Shirley shrank imperceptibly now.
The subject touched Valiant so close
ly it seemed almost as If it belonged
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to be fiippantly touched on. Yes"
she said somewhat slowly, everyone
here knows of it,"
mo doubt it has been almost for
gotten. the other continued, but
Johns coming must naturally have
revamped the old story. What was
ii about-the quarrel? A love at
fair?"
IL don't think it is known
But reluctant coldness did not deter
the questioner. who was it said
there was a petticoat back of every
ancient war; quoted Katharine.
lightly. IT fancy it's the same with
the duello. But how strange that mo-
body knows. Some of the older ones
must, don't you Think"
Its SO, long ago. murmured Shir-
ley. Il suppose some could tell if they
would
major Bristow, perhaps" conjec-
tured Katharine thoughtfully.
"He was one of the seconds" adj
mitted Shirley unhappily. But by
common consent that side of it wasn't
talked of at the time. Men in Vir-
ginia have old-fashioned ideas aboux
women ~
"Ah, it's fine of themi'' paened
Katharine. II can imagine the men
who knew about that dreadful affair.
in their Southern chivalry, drawing
a Gordon of silence about the name
of that girl with her broken hearth
For If she loved one of the two, II
must have been jSassoon-not Valiant,
else he would have stayed. How ter
rible to see ones lover killed in such
a way. 1t was quickly ended
for him, but the poor woman was left
to bear it all the years! She may be
living yet, here maybe, some one
whom everybody knows. ! suppose
am imaginative" she added, but
can't help wondering about her. I
fancy she would never wholly get
over it, never be able to forget him.
though she tried"
Shirley made some reply that was
lost in the whirring wheels. The
others words seemed almost an echo
of what she herself had been think
ing.
Maybe she married after while,
too. A woman must make a life for
herself, you know. If she lives here.
it will be sad for her. this opening
of the old wound by Johns coming.
And looking so like his
father
Katherine paused. There was
kind of exhilaration in this subtle
batting. Determined as she was that
Shirley should guess at the truth
before that ride ended, bludgeon-
welding was not to her taste. She
preferred the keen needle point that
injected its poison before the thrust
was even felt. She waited, wonder
ing just how much 1t would be neces-
sary for her to say
(To Be Continued Tomorrow