The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1914-06-04
CHAPTER xIII-contInued.

They stood on the edge Of stony
ravine which widened at one end to a
shallow marshy valley. The rocks
were covered with gray-green feath-
cry creepers, enwound with curly yell
low tendrils of love-vine. Across the
ravine, on a lower level, began a
grove of splendid trees that marched
up into the long stretch of neglected
forest he had seen from the house.
You love it?" he asked, without
Withdrawing his eyes.
I've loved 1t all my life. love
everything about Damory Court.
Ruined as it is, 1t is still one of the
most beautiful estates in all Virginia
There's nothing finer even in Italy.
Just behind us, Where those hemlocks
stand, Is where the duel the children
Hpoke of was fought"
He turned his head. Tell me about
H." he said.
She glanced at him curiously. Didn't
you know? That was the reason the
place was abandoned. Valiant, who
lived here, and the owner of another
plantation, who was named Sassoon,
Quarreled They fought, the story Is,
under those big hemlock trees. Sas-
soon was killed"
He looked out across the distance;
he could not trust his face. And
Valiant@
He went away the same day and
never came back; he lived in New
York till he died. He was the father
of the courts present owner. You
never heard the story?"
NO." he admitted. It'll quite re-
Gently never heard Of Damory
Court"
That was the last duel ever fought
IN Virginia Dueling was dreadful
custom. I'm glad it's gone. Aren't
you?"
Yes" he said slowly, ct was q
thing that cut two ways. Perhaps Va,
liant, If he could have had his choice
aIterward, would rather have been ly'
ing there that morning than Sas-
soon"
He must have suffered, too," she
agreed, "or he wouldn't have exiled
himself as he did. l used to wonder
If it was ove-quarrel-whether they
could have been In love with the same
woman"
But why should he go away?"
Il can't imagine, unless she had
really loved the other man. II so, she
couldn't have borne seeing Valiant
afterward." She paused with little
laugh. But then" she said. "it may
have been nothing so romantic. Va
llant's grandfather, who was known al
Devil-John, is said to have called 6
man out because he rode past hin
on the wrong side. Our ancestors IL
Virginia I'm afraid, didn't stand OF
ceremony when they felt uppish."
He did not smile. He was looking
out once more over the luminous
stretch of fields, his side-face towards
her. Curious and painful questions
were running through his brain. Will
an effort, he thrust these back and re
called his attention to what she wa
saying.
You wonder, l suppose, that "
feel as we do toward these old estateF
and set store by them, and-yes. an
brag OF them insufferably as we dc
But it's in our blood. You NortherE
ers think we're desperately cor
ceited," she smiled, but it's true
We're still as proud of our land, an
its old, old places. and love them a
we'll as our ancestors ever did. D
you wonder we resent their passiu
to people who don't care for them I
the Southern way?"
But suppose the newcomers d
care for them?"
Her lips curled. "A young million
aire who has lived all his life in Ne
York, to care for Damory Court!
youth idiotically rich, brought UP in