The Detroit times., 1913-11-10

the g1imp-etump! Come on, 0reonie,
and she started on through the bushes
But the other hung back. "Ah done
tole yo' All ain. gwine be dat Valiant. %
she said stubbornly.
/, Look here. Greenville Female Sem.
mary Simms." Hickey rotor. ed. don't
you multiply words with me just be-
cause your nanny was working there
when you were born and gave you 4
fancy name! II you'll promise TO be
him. I'll get Miss Matte Sue to let
US make molasses candy"
CHAPTER XIX.
Under the Hemlocks.
Shirley looked at Valiant with q
deepening Of her dimple. hickey
isn't an aristocrat." she said: shes
what we call here poor.white. but
she's got q heart of gold. She's an
orphan. and the neighborhood in gen.
sral and Miss Matte sue Mabry in
particular, has adopted her.
He hardly heard her words for the
painful wonder that was holding him.
He had canvassed many theories to
explain his fathers letter but such
thing az duel he had never remote
~ imagined. His father had taken
mans life. Was 1t this thought
whatever the provocation. however
justified by the customs OF the time
an dsection-that had driven him to
se,f-exile? He recalled himself with
an effort. for she was speaking again.
You've found Lovers Leap, no
Doubt"
mo. This is the first time I've been
80 far from the house. IL It near
here?"-
I'm show It to you. She held out
her hand for the bunch Of jessamine
and laid il on the broad roots Of q
tree that were notified with hchen.
Look there" she said suddenly; "isn {
that q beauty?"
!, She was pointing to a jimson.weed
on which had settled. with CLASSY
wings vibrating, long, ungainly.
needlelike insect with an old sword
like beak. What IL that" he asked.
"A snake-doctor. II Unc' jefferson
were here he'd say, 'Bettah watch out {!
Dah's er snek roun' erbout heah, shot,
He'll fill you full Of darby supersti-
TONS"
He shrugged his shoulders. I'm be-
ing introduced to them hourly. I've
met the graveyard rabbit-0ne Of
them had hoodooed my motor yester-
day. I'm to carry a buckeye in my
pocket--by the way, Is q buckeye a
overwhelmingly want to escape
rheumatism. I've learned that it's
bad luck to make bargain on . Fri
day. and the weepy consequences Of
singing before breakfast" A blue-jay
darted by them, TO perch on q limb
and eye them saucily. And the Jay
bird! He goes to hell every Friday
, noon TO carry birthstone and tell the
devil what folks have been up to-"
She clapwed her hands. You're
certainly learning fast. When I was
little used to be delighted to sec q
Muejay In the cedarp on Friday
afternoon. Il was q sign we'd been 90
good there was nothing to tell. Fol-
low me now and I'll show Hou the
view from Lovers Leap. But look
down. Don't hit your eyes till tell
you"
He dropped his gaze to the small
brown boots and followed, his eyes
catching low sideglimpses of w0odsy
things-the spangled dance Of leaf
shadows. . chameleon lizard whisk-
ing through the roots Of the bracken,
tho creamy wavering wings Of white
moth resting on q dead stump. Sud-,
denly the slim path between the trees
took q quick turn. and fell away at
their feet There" che said This
v the finest view It Damory Court"
They stood on the edge Of Z stony
ravine which widened ct one end to
. shallow marShy valley. The rocks
were covered with gray-green feath-
cry creepers, enwound with curly yell
low tendrils Of love-vine. Across the
ravine. on . lower level began 4 grove
Of splendid trees that marched up into
the long stretch Of neglected forest
he had seen from the house. Look
ing down the valley, fields Of young
tobacco lay tier on tier, and beyond,
In the very middle Of the mellowsva.
porous distance, lifted the tapering
tower Of q far~oR church, haxily out
lined against the azure.
you love 'itf" he asked, without
Withdrawing HE eyes.
i've loved Il oil my life. love
everything about Damory Court. Ruin
ed 40 Il II, II II still one of the most
beautiful estates In oil Virginia.
There's nothing finer even In italy.
Just behind us, where those hemlocks
stand, 10 where the duel the children
spoke Of Was fought"
He turned his head. Tell me about
IT," no said. A
she glanced at him curiously. ibid
nj you know? That was the reason
the place was abandoned. Valiant
who lived here. and the owner Of An
other plantation. who Vas named Sas-
soon. Quarreled. They fought, tho
story IL, under those big hemlock
troes.. Sassoon was killed.
He looked out across the distance;
he could not trust his face. AND
Valiant"
"Hc went away the same day and
never came back; he lived In New
York till he died. He was tho father
OF the Courts present owner. You
never heard the story ?"
NO. he admitted. It'll quite re-
Gently never heard Of Damory Court"