The Detroit times., 1913-11-25

kyan sleep no mo- nohow"
Under these ministrations Shirley
lay languid and speechless. her eyes
closed Tho fear that had stricken
her heart hy turns seemed a cold
hand pressing upon its beating and an
algid vapor rising stealthily over u
But her hands wer. hot aud her eye
lids burned Finally she reused her
self.
Thank YOU. Eumaline." she said
In tired voice. good night now:
I'm going To sleep. and YOU must go
10 bed. too.
But alone IN the warm wan darn.
ShIrnIx- lax-slariAg- onen.eXed az ire
ceiling. Slowly the terror was SELF
ing upon. her. tho dread, noiseless
and intangible. folding her in the
shadow OF It's numhing wings. YVES
hor mother the one over whom ina
old duel had been fought? Was II
she whose love had been wrecked Ia
that long-ago tragedy that all at once
seemed so horribly near and real
Was that the explanation OF her faint
ine She remembered the cape Iessa
mines. Was the date OF that duel
oil the 0cdtn Oh NdSSNph ShN o"'%''>'
kary her mother kept?
She sat up in bed, trembling. Then
she rose. and opening the door WIN
caution. crept down the stair, sliding
her hot hand before her along the
cool polished banistcr Only a sub
dued glimmer came through the cur
tanned windows, stealing In with tie
ever.present scent OF the arbors. u
was so still she thought she could
hear The very heart OF the dark beat
ing. AS she passed through the lower
hall. a hound on the parch, seeming
her. stirred. thumped his tail on the
flooring, and whined Cropping ne
way TO the dIningroom. she Lighted
a candle and passed through a cor
ridor into a low-ceilinged chamber.
employed as a general receptacle
glorified garnet. as Mrs. >Dandrluge
dubbed il
II showed a strange assembiage
A row of chests, stored with winter
clothing. gave forth clean pungent
smell OF cedar, and at one side stood
an antique spinet and worn set on
horsehair furniture. Sofa and chairs
were piled with excrescences in the
shape OF old engravings In carved
ebony frames. ancient scrap-oooks
and what-net, and on table stood a
rounded glass case with fiat base
the sort in which ar older generation
had been wont 10 display 10 awe
struck admiration its terrifying con-
coctions of wax fruit.
Shirley had turned her miserable
eyes on a bookshelf along one wall.
The volumes II contained had been
her fathers. and among them stood
row OF tones taller than their Tel
lows-the bound numbers OF county
newspaper. beginning before the war.
The back OF each was stamped with
the year She was deciphering these
faded imprints. Thirty years ago.
she whispered yes. here II is
She set down the candle and
dragged out one of the huge leather
backs. Staggering under the weight.
she rested its edge on the table and
began feverishly to turn the pages.
her eve on the date-line. She stopped
presently with quick breath--she
had reached May 18th. The year was
that OF the duel: the date was the
day following the jessamine anniver-
sary. Fearfully her eye overran the
columns.
Then suddenly she put her open
band on the page as though TO blot
ou. The words, every trace OF color
stricken from cheek and brow. But
the line seemed to glow up through
the very flesh: Died. May 14th;
Edward Sassoon. in his twenty-sixth
year
The book slipped to the floor with
crash that echoed through the
room. II was true. then. II was Sas-
soon's death that her mother mourned.
The man In whose arms she had stood
such a little while ago by the old
dial OF Damory Court was the son OF
the man who had killed him. She
lifted her hands to her breast with
gesture OF anguish then dropped 10
her knees, buried her face on the
dusty seat OF one OF the rickety horse