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 colby, that
must be made at the point OF a pis-
| 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
disarmlng smile.
His Explanation.
THE end?" she echoed, somewhat
blankly Then why didn't you give
yourself up7''
| 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 encoura cement to
proceed.
DO you know what a feud lisp" 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 a 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
one Of the oldest families in Cuba l
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
assasslnated, 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 ana Dona
Maria, leaning toward him, asked
softly: And your mother7"
She has gone. too"
"She-she died?" The question was
almost reverent.
"she died. God only knows what
I've been through since them?
He turned away and there was lit
tie silence.
But" said Dona Maria, as If gently
arguing point with an old friend,
why didn't you leave Kentucky7"
He jerked himself around impa-
tiently
Il did leave Kentucky--I was forced
to leave!" he cried. II had grown sick
at heart and--and the odds we're toe
great. sent a negro servant to New
York and followed soon after by an
other route; but 1t was no use I 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 I real
lied that the Markham clan was on my
trail, eager to get me before 1 could
get out Of the country. They thought
I was afraid, when l was only sick OF
it. A message reached me at my hotel
across the street-at IL o'clock to-
night. II was signed Jim Markham
the head OF the family-and proposed
that as we were out Of Kentucky we
end the feud amicably. l knew the
name, I knew what he meant, and ]
vent to see him-prepared!'
Her Side of It.
He shrugged his shoulders half ir
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, I'M
announced. Nothing was said-we both
fred" He looked down at his wounded
and, and his dramatic manner van
shed.
Now do you understand why the
law would not give me justice7' he
asked quietly
The girl shuddered ITS all so hor-
rible," she murmured. "Did-did you
Kill him?"
Jarvis opened his hands and dropped
them. limp.