The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1913-11-21

laughingly, and farther on little old
!! lady on timid vine-covcrcd porch
beside a church. waved q black-mit
ted hand TO him with a sweet old
time gesture Katharine noted that
he bowed to her with extra caro-.
That's Miss Matte Sue Mabry,'
he said, "the Quaintest. dearest thing
you ever saw. She taught my father
girl was swinging on the gate. ~ on
really must know Hickey Snyder.
he said, and halted the car at the
curb. Hickey" he called, II wan,
to introduce you to Miss Fargo"
"Howdy do?" said Hickey, ap
preaching with an ingratiating bob
Of the head. Il saw you at the tour
nament. Is 1t true that you can ride
on the train wherever you want to
without ever buying any tickets?
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. II reckon you've seen every
thing In the world, almost"
mo, indeed. never saw tour
nament like this. for instance. 1t
was tremendously exciting, wasn't
IT,"
my goodness gracious, yes! Mr..
Valiant, l most cried when you chose
Miss Shirley Queen of Beauty, was
that glad! She was q lot the pref
test girl there. Though / like your
looks right much too, Miss Fargo"
she added tactfully.
"Oh, Mr.. Valiant" Hickey called
after them as the car started. Nov
you're at Damory Court, are you go.
ing to let us children keep on play
Ing up at the Hemlocks?
well ! should think so." he an
swered. play there all the time,
| II you like"
"Oh. thank you" said Hickey, rad
liant. 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 family heightened color. But,
What a dellciously odd child" she
laughed
shes a character" he said "She
worships the ground Miss cambridge
walks on. There's q good reason
for It. You must get Mics Chalmers
to tell you the story"
Where the Red Road stretched level
before them, he threw the throttle
open for a long rush through the thy.
noon 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. boundless aisles of green.
,young-tasseled corn and Swallowed
groves that smelled of fern and sas-
safras. opening out into more sun.
lighted vistas overarched by the In
tense penetrabie 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 redly
on his face. Midway OF this squirt
he looked at her to say: Did you ever
know a more beautiful countryside?
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 curdled
milk"
1--WE quite lost my heart to II ali"
she said, her voice jolting with the
speed OF their course. Its q perfect
pastoral so different from our
must be a trifie dull at times Z.
seeing the same people always :.
and without the theater and the OPP
era and the whirl about one--but i.
the kind of life one reads about j.. +.
In the novels OF the South, you know
suppose one doesn't realize that
it actually exists until one comes to
a Southern place like this. And the
Negro servants! How odd>it must be
to have white-headed old darby in
brass-buttoned swallow-tail for q
butler! So picturesque! At Judge
Chalmers, l have a feeling all the time
that I'm walking through stage re-
hearsal."
The car slackened speed as 1t slid
by a white-washed cabin at whose en-.
trance sat a dusky gray-headed fig'
ure. Valiant pointed. do you see
him." he asked.
II see very ordinary old colored
man sitting on the doorstep" Kath.
arine replied.
I That's Mad Anthony, our local
Mother Shipton., He's a prophet and
soothsayer. Uncle Jefferson-that' Q
my ody-servant--insists that he fore
told my coming to Damory Court. II
We had more time you could have
your fortune told"
How thrilling" she commented
with half-humorous irony.
He pointed to great white house
set In grove Of trees. THAT Is
Beechwood," he told her, the Bev
erley homestead. Young Beverley
was the Knight of the Silver Cross
A fine old place, isn't II? II was
burned by the Indians during the
French and Indian war. My great
eatgrandfather--" He broke
on. but then, those old things
WON'T fntaroat VIM