The Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1???-1928, 1914-02-26

his lone vas uneven OF a uuet IN
which my father was a principal.
There WEES such meeting?" ID.
There was" said the doctor after
ne slightest pause of surprise. Had
you known nothing of it,"
Absolutely nothing"
The major cleared his throat. at
was something he might naturally not
have made record OF he said. The
TWO had been friends. and tit was
fatal encounter for the other. The
doctor and | were your fathers sec
onds" SRs
There was a moments silence be-
fore Valiant spoke again When, he
did his voice was steady, though drops
had sprung to his forehead Was
there any circumstance in that meet.
ing that might be construed as re-
fiecting on his-honor?"
Good God. mol" said the major ex-
plosively.
"On his bearing as a gentleman"
There was a hiatus this time In
which he could hear his heart beat.
In that single exclamation the major
seemed to have exhausted his vocabn.
larry. He was looking at the ground
1t was the doctor who spoke at last,
in silence that to the man In the
doorway weighed like a hundred at.
mospheres.
moi" he said bluntly Certainly
hat f.t.t hat tnt a
When he was alone in the library
Valiant opened the glass door and
took from the shelf the morocco case.
The old shiver of repugnance ran over
him at the very touch OF the leather.
In the farthest corner was a low COM
mode He set the case on this and
moved the big tapestry screen across
the angle. hiding 1t from view.
.
In the great hall at Damory Court
the candles In their brass wall.sconces
klinked back from the polished par
Quetry and the shining firedogs, I'LL
inL the rather solemn gloom with an
air Of warmth and creature-comfort.
Leaning against the newel-post, Va
liant gazed about him. How different
II all looked from the night of his
coming,
He began to walk up and down the
floor, teasing pricks OF restlessness
urging him. He opened The door and
passed into the unlighted dlning.room.
On the sideboard set silver loving
cup that had arrived the day before
in a huge box with his books and
knick.knacks. He had won ii at polo.
He lifted it, lingering it's cAryed han
dies. He remembered that when that
particular score had been made, kath
arine Fargo had sat in one, OF the
drags It the sideline.
But the memory evoked no thrill
Instead, the thought of her palely-cold
passionless beauty called up another
mobile thoroughbred face instinct with
quick Hastings OF mirth and hauteur
Again he felt the fierce clutch Of small
fingers. as they fought with his In that
struggle for his life. Each line OF
that face stood before him-the arch
iEg brows, the Cameo-delicacy Of pro
file, the magnolia skin and hair like
browngold cloud across the sun.
He stepped down to the grayeled
drive aud followed il to the gate, then,
bareheaded took the Red Road
Along this highway he had ratified in
Uncle Jefferson crazy hack--with
her red rose in his hand. The musky
scent of the pressed leaves in the book
in his pocket seemed to be all about
him.
The odor of living roses. in fact, was
in the air, II came on the scarce
felt breeze a heavy calling perfume.
He walked on. keeping the road by the
misty iAfltrating simmer OF the
STARS, with sensation rather OF Gid
ing than OF walking 1t occurred to
him that If. as scientists say, colors
emit sound-tones. scents also should
possess music Of their own: the
honeysuckle fragrance. maybe-soft
mellow tiutins as OF diminutiye wind
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