Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-03

ton. Her eyes rested on the revolver.
Can any decision be more unjust
than NINE" she asked coldly, that
must be made at the point Of PTS
tol?"
He started. and flushed, and gazed
down at his right hand. He had
forgotten that he was still holding the
revolver Then he walked over to the
dressing table and placed It within easy
reach Of her hand, and stood of some
little distance so that she was between
him and the weapon.
There is nothing to prevent your
calling for help now" he said. hope
lessly. After all, it doesn't much mat
ter whether the end comes now or to-
morrow or the day after"
The Princess eyed him steadily until
she was convinced that the despair was
not a sham. There was no trace of the
disarming smile.
His Explanation.
The end?" she echoed, somewhat
blankly Then why didn't you give
yourself up?"
IHdl WOulu nave bGGH iHE emu was
the grim reply. Dona Marias manner
softened ever SO slightly and she moved
very slowly toward him. He correctly
interpreted this as encoura cement to
proceed.
do you know what feud is?" he
asked abruptly Her eyes opened wide
and she pointed out in the general di-
rection whence those shots had come
"Feud!" sh exclaimed in a low voice
WAS that"
Yes" he nodded. That was the
end of 4 feud. Do you know what
feud is?"
Spain is the home of feuds.'' she re-
piled, softly.
Jarvis started and his face lit with
hope. SPAIN" he exclaimed. Are
you Spanish? Then you will under
| stand! My grandmother was Spanish
one of the oldest families in Cuba
was born in Kentucky, but they sent
me East TO be reared. I was called
home suddenly by the death OF my
father-shot in a feud. They told me
the CHASTITY history of our feud,' he
| went on rapidly, his voice vibrant with
emotion, "how our family had been
| assassinated, man after man. by the
| descendants Of Daniel Markham. Then
my father fell, leaving me-the last
to fight It out alone!"
He paused with a gulp and Dona
Maria, leaning toward him, asked
softly: And your mother?'
she has gone, too"
''she-she died?" The question was
almost reverent
she died. God only knows what
I've been through since thenr'
He turned away and there was a lit
| tie silence.
But" said Dona Maria, as if gently
arguing a point with an old friend,
! why didn't you leave kentucky?'
He jerked himself around impa-
| tiently
Il did leave Kentucky was forced
to leave!' he cried. II had grown sick
at heart and-and the odds were too
| great. I sent negro servant to New
| York and followed soon after by an
other route; but it was no use I was
| going to sail for Europe, longing for
| peace, but they wouldn't let me Every
move was watched! l had hardly been
| in New York five hours before l real
| lied that the Markham clan was on my
| trail, eager to get me before l could
! get out Of the country. They thought
l was afraid, when l was only sick of
| it. A message reached me at my hotel
! across the street-at u o'clock to-
| night 1t was signed Jim Markham
| The head of the family-and proposed
| that as we were out Of Kentucky we
| end the feud amicanly. I knew the
name, l knew what he meant, and l
| vent to see him-prepared!
Her Side of 1t.
He shrugged his shoulders half in
| resignation, half in despair.
1T was as l expected. He was stop
ping in this hotel-on this floor. |
| threw open the door of the room, I'M
announced Nothing was said-we both
| fired" He looked down at his wounded
and, and his dramatic manner van
| ished
| Now do you understand why the
law would not give me justice?" he
asked quietly.
The girl shuddered. ITS all so hor-
rible,' she murmured. "Did-did you
| kill him?"