The Mobridge news. [volume] (Mobridge, Walworth Co., S.D.) 190?-1917, 1914-05-01

dence, the former having gone out
ment In his office, as the brassy buzz
Of a telephone from time to time an
nounCed Two OF the green wicker
rocking-chairs on the porch, however,
were in agitant commotion. Mrs. Ma
son was receiving a caller I'm the per
son OF Mrs. Napoleon Clifford.
After all these years" the visitor
was saying in her customary italics.
CThe broad "a" which lent a dulcet
softness TO the speech Of her hostess
vas scorned by Mrs, Poly, her own
as being as narrow as the needle
through which the rich man reaches
heayenD we came here from Rich
mond when ! was a bride-that's
twenty-one years ago-and Damory
Court was fOrsaken then. And think
what a condition the house must be In
now. Cared for by an agent who
comes every other season from New
York. Trust a man to do work like
that"
I'm glad a Valiant is to occupy IT,"
remarked Mrs. Mason In her sweet
iiute-like voice. 1T would be sad to
see any one else there. For after all,
the VaIiants were gentlemen"
Mrs. Clifford shifted. Would you
have called Deyil-John Valiant a gen
tleman? Why, be earned the name
by the dreadful things he did. My
grandfather used to say that when his
wife lay sick-he hated her, you know
he would gallop his horse with all
his hounds full-cry after him under
her windows. Then that CHASTITY story
Of the slave he pressed to death in the
hogshead of tobacco"
Il know acQuiesced Mrs. Mason.
He was a cruel man and wicked. too.
Yet of course he was a gentleman. In
the South the test Of a gentleman has
never been what he does, but who he
is. But his grandson, Beauty Valiant,
who lived at Damory Court thirty
years ago, wasn't his type at all. He
was only twenty-five when the duel
occurred"
He must have been brilliant" said
NV NiolbOl, W nave IOulluGu Una
reat corporation. It's a pity the son
didn't take after him. Have you seen
the papers lately? 1t seems that
though he was to blame for the wreck
ing of the concern they can't do any
thing to him. Some technicality in
only rich enough they can't convict
him of anything. Why he should sud
denly make up his mind to come down
here | can't see. With that old af-
fair Of his fathers behind him, |
should think he'd prefer Patagonia"
Il take it. then. madam" Doctor
S%outhall's f%orbidding voice rose from
the doorway, that you are familiar
with the circumstances Of that old af-
fair, as you term it,"
The lady bridled. Her passages at
arms with the doctor did not invaria-
bly, tend to sweeten her disposition.
I'm sure | only know what people
say" she said.
"People?'" snorted the doctor iras-
chilly. Just another name for a com
munity that's a perfect sink OF mean
ness and malice. If one believed all
he heard here he'd quit speaking to
his own grandmother"
You will admit, | suppose" said
Mrs. Clifford with some spirit, that
the name Valiant isn't what it used
to be in this neighborhood?"
II will. madam" responded the doc
tnr hAAhnn Valiant loft thtS n1ann 10
mark OF good taste, I've always consid.
cred it, he left 1t the worse. If posi-
BILE, for his departure. Your remark,
however, would seem to imply de-
merit on his part. Mas he the only
man who ever happened to be at tho
lucky end OF a dueling ground"
Then 1t isn't true that Valiant was
a dead shot and Sassoon intoxicated Z"
Madam" said the doctor. Il have
no wish to discuss the details of that
unhappy incident with you or anybody
else. | was one of those present, but
the circumstances you mention have
never been descanted upon by me-"
Il see by the papers" said Mrs. Gift.
ford, with an air OF r~esignedly chang
ing the subject, they've been investi-
eating the failure of the Valiant Cor
poration. The son seems to be get.
ting the sharp end Of the stick. Per
haps he's coming down here because
they've made 1t so hot for him in
New York. Well. I'm afraid he'll find
this county disappointing"
He will that agreed the doctor
savagely. mo doubt he imagines he's
coming to a kindly countryside of gen.
tle-born people with souls and imagi-
nations; he'll find he's lit in a section
that's entirely too ready to hack at his
fathers name and prepared In adj
vance to call him Northern scum and
turn up Its nose at his accent-a COM
munity SO full of dyedin-the-w wool
snobbery that II would make Boston
look like a poor-white barbecue. I'm
sorry for HIM"
Just then from the 9 a of the house
came q strident voice:
"Yo'. Raph'el! Take yo' hans
outer Gem cherries! Don yo' know eff
yo' swallahs dem ar pits. yo' gwineter
nab 'pendegeetus en- lump up en- die?"
The sound Of a slap and shrill yelp
ttuwet-xr6-SecSfSr-rnsr urcn-ttste1
an infantile darkey. a. nude a. . black