Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-08-29
Copyright by Bobbs-Merrill Co.

cred a professional chauffeur sufil-
| Gent risk of his valuable life and
that the Chalmers grays were good
| enough for him--a decision Wnlch oiu
not wholly displease Katharine.
The car was not the smart PAN
hard in which she had so often spun
| down the avenue or along the shell
roads of the north shore. 1t lacked
| those nn-de-siecle appurtenances
| which marked the ne plus ultra of It's
| kind as her observant eye recognized;
| but Ii ran stanch and true. The pow
erful hands that gripped the steer
| ing wheel were brown with sun ana
wind and the handsome race
| above it had look or Keen
ness and energy she had never sur
prised before. They passed many We
hicles and there were few whose occu-
pants did not greet him. In TACT, as
he presently remarked, 1t was say
ing of energy to keep his hat off; and
he tossed the Panama into the rear
seat. On the rim of the village a
group raised a cheer, to which ne
nodded laughingly, and farther on a
little old lady on a timid vine-covered
porch beside a church waved a black
mitted hand to him with a sweet old
time gesture. Katharine noted that
he bowed to her with extra care.
That's Miss Matte Sue Mabry," be
said, 1.-THE quaintest, dearest thing
! YOU ever saw. She taught my father
his letters" A small, freckled-faced
girl was swinging on the gate. You
really must know Hickey Snyder! ne
said, and halted the car at the curb.
hickey" he called, ! want to in
| troduce you to Miss Fargo"
"Howdy do?" said Hickey, APP
preaching with an ingratiating bob of
the head 81 saw you at the tourna-
ment. Is it true that you can ride on
the train wherever you want to with
out ever buying any ticket?
| Katharine smiled back. I'm not
sure they'd all take me for nothing,
she said, but perhaps few OF them
! would"
THAT must be grand" sighed
! Hickey. "I reckon you've seen every
thing in the world, almost"
NO indeed. ] never saw a tour
nament like this, for instance. 1t was
| tremendously exciting, wasn't It?
| my goodness gracious, yes! Mr..
| Valiant, ! most cried when you chose
| Miss Shirley Queen of Beauty, | was
that glad She was lot the prettiest
girl there. Though I like your looks
right much, too, Miss Fargo" she
added, tactfully.
"oh. Mr. Valiant" Hickey called
after them as the car started. Now
you're at Damory Court, are you
| going to let us children keep on play
ing up at the Hemlocks?"
| We'll I should think sol" he an
swered play there all the time, il
you like"
"Oh, thank you" said Hickey,
radiant. And there won't be any
snakes there now, for you've cleared
all the underbrush away"
AS they sped on Katharine's cheek
had a family heightened color. But,
What a deliciously odd child" she
| laughed.
she's character" he said. "She
worships the ground Miss cambridge
walks on. There's a good reason for
it,. You must get Miss Chalmers to
/ tell you the story
Where the Red Road stretched level
before them he threw the throttle
open for long rush through the
| thymy-scented air. The light, late
| afternoon breeze drew by them,
sweeping back Katharine's graceful
sinuous veil and spraying them
with odors of clover and sunny
fruit They passed orchard clumps
bending with young apples. bound
| less aisles of green, youn-tas-
less aisles of green young-tas-
seled corn and shadowy groves
that smelled of fern and sassarras,
opening out into more sunlighted
vistas overarched by the intense pen
etrable blue of the June sky.
John Valiant had never seemed to
her so wholly good to see, with his
waving hair ruffling in their fight
and the westering sun shining reilly
on his face. Midway of this squirt
he looked at her to say: Did you
ever know more beautiful country
side? See how the pink and yellow
of those grain fields fades into the
purple of the hills. Very few painters
have ever captured a tint like that.
It's like raspberries crushed in cur
died milk"
1--WE quite lost my heart to it all.
| she said, her voice jolting with the
| speed of their course. IT'S a perfect
| pastoral so different from our
terrific city pace. - OF course it
| must be a trifle dull at times
seeing the same people always q
and without the theatre and the OPP
era and the whirl about one-but
the kind of life one reads about
in the novels of the South, you
| know I suppose one doesn't re-
alize that it actually exists until one
comes TO southern place like this.
And the negro servants! How odd it
must be to have a white-headed old
darlSey in brass-buttoned swallow
tail for a butleri So picturesque.
At Judge Chalmers | have a feeling
all the time that I'm walking
through a stage rehearsal"
The car slackened speed as it slid
by whitewashed cabin, at whose
entrance sat dusky, gray-bearded
figure. Valiant pointed. do you
see him. he asked
81 see very ordinary old colored
man sitting on the doorstep" Kath-
arine replied.
That's Mad Anthony, our local
Mother Shipton. He's prophet and
soothsayer. Uncle Jefferson-that's
my body servant-insists that he
foretold my coming to Damory
Court. If we had more time you
could have your fortune told"
How thrilling!' she commented
with half-humorous irony. M
He pointed to great white house
set in grove of trees. That is
Redwood he told her. 1.-THE Bev-
erley homestead. Young Beverley