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

I ton. Her eyes rested on the revolver.
Can any decision be more unjust
than NINE" she asked coldly, that
| 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?"
| 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 ragement to
proceed.
DO you know what a feud is?" he
asked abruptly. Her eyes opened wide
and she pointed out in the general di-
rection whence those shots had come.
| 81,
| Was that"
Yes" he nodded. That was the
end of a feud. Do you know what a
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 them
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-I was forced
to leave" he cried, Il had grown sick
at heart and-and the odds were too
great. I 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! I had hardly been
in New York FIVE hours before real
| lied that the Markham clan was on my
trail, eager to get me before l could
get out of the country They thought
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. It 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, l knew what he meant, and l
went to see him-prepared"
Her Side of It.
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. l
| 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. TITS all so hor-
rible," she murmured. "Did-did you
kill him?"
Jarvis opened his hands and dropped
them, limp.