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

| ton. Her eyes rested on the revolver.
"Can any decision be more unjust
| than mine" she asked coldly, that
must be made at the point of a 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 off 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 sham. There was no trace of the
dlsarming smile.
His Explanation.
''The end?" she echoed. somewhat
blankly. "Then why didn't you give
yourself up?"
| That would have been the end" was
| the grim reply. Dona Maria's manner
softened ever so slightly and she moved
very slowly toward him. He correctly
interpreted this as encouragement to
proceed.
| "Do you know what a feud ISL" he
asked abruptly. Her eyes opened wide
and she pointed out in the general di-
rection whence those shots had come
| oh, &. -. ,,zs,z
was that"
Yes" he nodded. That was the
end Of feud. Do you know what a
teud 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
lone Of the Oldest families in Cuba. ]
was born in Kentucky, but they sent
me East to be reared. l 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
|
descendants Of Daniel Markham Then
my father fell, leaving me-the last
to fight IT out alone!"
He paused with a guIp 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 inpa.
tiently.
II did leave Kentucky-I was forced
to leave!" he cried. II had grown sick
at heart and--and the odds were toe
great. l sent negro servant to New
York and followed soon after by an
other route; but 1t was no use 1 was
going to sail for Europe, longing for
peace, but they wouldn't let me- Every
move was watched! had hardly been
in New York five hours before 1 real
lied that the Markham clan was on my
trail, eager to get me before I could
get out Of the country. They thought
was afraid, when was only sick OF
it. A message reached me at my hoteI
across the street-at 70 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 amicaoly, I knew the
name, 1 knew what he meant, and ]
vent to see him-prepared!"
Her Side of It.
He shrugged his shoulders half In
resignation, half in despair
ut was as l expected. He was stop
ping in this hotel-on this floor.
threw open the door of the room, un-
announced. Nothing was said-we both
fred" 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. TITS all so hor-
rible," she murmured. ''Did-dfd you
kill him7"