The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1914-03-19
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ILLUSTRATED ~ LAUREN STOUT
,TRATTD ~ LAUREN STOUT

japanese hawthorn vases sat on teak
wood stands and corner held glass
cabinet containing a collection OF
small worries and falence.
He went thoughtfully back to the
great hall, where sat the big chest on
which lay the volume of Lucille" He
pushed down the antique wrought.
iron hasp and threw up the lid. 1t
was filed TO the brim with textures:
heavy portieres Of rose-damask. table
covers of faded soft-toned tapestry
windowhangiugs Of dull green-all
with tobacco-leaves laid between the
folds and sIfted thickly over with the
sparkling white powder At the bot
tom, rolled in tarry-smelling paper, he
found half-dozen thin, Persian pray
er-rugs.
"Phev!" he whistled 81 certainly
| ought TO be grateful to that law firm
that inspected the place. Think Of
the things lying here all these years!
! And that powder everywherel It's
done the work, too, for there's not a
sign of moth. If I'm not careful, I'll
/
seems to be about the only thing want
ing"
| He thought a moment, then went
! quickly into the library and began to
ransack the trunk At length he found
small box containing keepsakes of
various kinds He poured the medley
on to the table-an uncut moonstone,
an amethyst-topped pencil that one of
his tutors had given him as boy, a
tigers claw, a compass and what-not
Among them was a mans seal-ring
with crest cut in a cornelian. He
looked at it closely 1t was the same
device.
The ring had been his fathers.
Just when or how II had come into
his possession he could never remem-
Der. 1t had lain among these keep
sakes so many years that he had al
most forgotten its existence. He had
never worn ring. but now, as he
went back to the hall, he slipped it
on his finger. The motto below the
crest was worn away, but it showed
clear in the marble of the hall-mantle:
l clinge.
His eyes turned from the carven
words and strayed to the pleasant sun
ny foliage outside. An arrogant boast,
perhaps, yet in the event well justi-
fled. Valiants had held that selfsame
slope when the encircling forests had |
rung with war-whoop and blazed with |
torture-hre. They had held on through
Revolution and Civil War Good and |
bad abiding and lawless every gener-
alton had cleayed stubbornly to its /
acres, clinge His father had chung
through absence that seemed to have
been almost exile, and now he, the last
Valiant, has come to make good the
boast
His gaze wavered The tail of his
eye had caught through the window
squirt of something dashing aud vivid
that grazed the corner of a far-oif
field. He craned his neck, but it had
passed the line of his vision The
next moment, however, there came
trailing on the satiny stiffness the
ululation Of a horn, and an
instant later a long-drawn halloo-o!
mixed with a pattering chorus of
yelps.
He went close, and leaning from the
sill, shaded his eyes with his hand.
The noise swelled and rounded in vol
ume; it was nearing rapidly, AS he
looked the hunt dashed into full view
between the tree-boles-a galloping
melee of khaki and scarlet, swarming
across the fresh green of wheat
field, behind a spotted swirl of hounds.
"Confound it," said John Valiant
belligerently; they're on my land!"
They we're near enough now for him
10 hear the voices of the men, calling
TO the dogs, and to see
the white ribbons of foam across the
tanks of the lsboring horses. One
feminine rider detached
rom the bunch, had spurred in ad-
vance and was leading by clean hun I
ired yards, bareheaded, her hat fallen
back to the limit of it's ribbon knotted
inder her chin, and her waving hair
cleaning like furnished gold
How she rides" muttered the soil
AIRY watcher. 'Cross-saddle, of course,
the sensible little sport! She'll
never in the world do that wall!-Yes,
by George!" John Valiants admira- /
ion turned to delight why" he i
said. its the Lady-of-the- Rosesl"
He put his hands ON the sill and I
1aulted to the porch.
CHAPTER XII. ,