The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1914-05-28
CHAPTER XIII.

Aohn Valiant Makes a Discovery.
I'm SO sorry," was what he said. as
he kneelcd to release her, and she was
grateful that his tone was unmfxed
with amusement She bit her lips, as
by sheer strength Of elbow and knee
he snapped the offending bole short
of-one Of those quick exhibitions
of reserved strength that every wom-
an likes.
Il don't know how l could have
been SO silly-thank you so much, 3"
said Shirley, painting slightly from
her exertions I'm not the least bit
hurt-only my dress-and you know
very well that l wasn't afraid Of that
ridiculous dog" A richer glow stole
to her cheeks as she spoke, a burn
ing recollection Of a rose, which from
her horse that morning at Damory
Court, she ha- glimpsed in its glass ON
the porch.
Both laughed little. He imagined
that he could smell that wonderful
hair. a subtle fragrance like that Of
sun-dried seaweed or the elusive scent
that clings to tuft Of g-plucked
Spanish moss. "Chum stands ab-
solved. then," he said, bending to
sweep together the scattered jessa-
mine. DO you-do you run like that
when you're not frightened?"
When I'm caught red-handed.
Don't your"
He looked puzzled
She pointed to the flowers. Il had
stolen them, and / was trying to
''scape off wild EN- a. the negroes
say. Shocking, isn't It? But you see,
nobody has lived here since long be-
fore l was born, and l suppose the
fiower-thieving habit has bscome in
grown"
But" he interrupted, there's acres
Of them going to waste. Why on earth
shouldn't you have them?"
"Of course know better today, but
there was "a special reason We
have none and this 10 the nearest
place where they grow. My mother
wanted some for this particular day"
Good heavens!" he cried. You
don't think you can't go right on TAX
ing them? Why, you can "scape or
with the whole garden any time!"
A droll little CLEAN of azure mis-
chief darted at him suddenly out Of
her eyes and then lodged back again.
Aren't you just a little rash with
other peoples property"
"Other people's?"
What will the owner say ?"
He bent back one Of the long jessa-
mine stems and wound 1t around the
others. Il can answer for him. BO-
sides, owe you something, you know.
I robbed you this morning-of your
brush"
She looked at him, abruptly serious
why did you do that?'
Sanctuary. His two beady eyes
begged 80 hard for 1t. Twenty raven.
ous hounds they said, and dozen
galloping horses. And look what q
poor shivering little red-brown NOR
sci I ami"
For just an instant the bronze gold
head gave quick imperious toss, like
high-mettled pony under the ht:k
Of the whip. But as suddenly tAe
shadow of resentment passed; the
mobile face under the bent hat-bri,n
turned thoughtful. She looked again
at him. DO you think it's wrong 70
kill things?" she asked gravely.
"Oh, dear, no." he smiled. Il
haven't single ism. I'm not even .
vegetarian"
But you would be II you had to kin
your own meat@'
Perhaps. So many of us would.
AS matter of fact. don't hunt ny
self, but I'm no reformer."
why don't you hunt?"
II don't enjoy it." He flushed
slightly. II hate firearms," he said, Q
trifle dificultly. Il always have. I
don't know why. Idiosyncrasy. I sus.-
pose But shouldn't care for huuI-
ing, even with bows and arrows. I
would kill tiger or a poisonous res
tile, or anything else, in case of nece4-
sity. But even then l should hardly
enjoy 1t. I know some animals are
pests and have to be killed. Some
men do, too. But I don't like to do Il
myself"