The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1914-05-26
CHAPTER DISCONTINUED.


He trudged away into the shadows,
but presently as the new master of
Damory Court stood in the gloomy
hall. he heard the stumbling step
again behind him. "Ah done neglect
uated ter ak yo' name, sub. All did,
TO er fac"
My name Is Valiant John Val
liant
Uncle Jefrerson's eyes turned up
ward and rolled out of orbit. Nah
Lawd," he calculated soundlessly.
And with his wide lips still framed
about the last word, he backed out
of the doorway and disappeared
Alone In the ebbing twilight, John
Valiant found his hamper, spread a
napkin on the broad stone steps and
took out glass, a spoon and part of
loaf Of bread The thermos flask
was filled with milk. 1t was not q
splendid banquet, yet he ate it with
great content as the bulldog at his
feet gnawed his share of the crust
!, He broke his bread into the milk as
he had not done since he was a child
and ate the luscious pulp with a keen
relish bred of the long outdoor day.
1t was almost dark when the meal
was done and, depleted hamper in
hand, he reentered the empty echoing
house. He went into the library
1 lighted the great brass lamp from the
motor and began to rummage. The
drawers Of the dining-room sideboard
yielded nothing; on shelf of the but
ler's pantry, however, was a tin box
which proved to be half full of wax
candles, perfectly preserved.
1.-THE very thing" he said triumph
antly. Carrying them back, he fixed
several in the glass-candlesticks and
set them, lighted, all about the somber
room till the soft glow flooded it's
every corner. There he said,
that is as it should be. No big bla-
tant search-light here, And no glare
OF modern electricity would suit that
o<d wainscoting, either"
He dragged the leather settee to the
porch and by the light OF the motor
lamp busted it thoroughly, and wheel
ing 1t back. set it under the portrait
which had SO attracted him. He
washed the glass from which he had
dined and filled it at the cup of the
garden fountain, put into it the rose
from his hat and set it on the read
mg-stand The small china dog
caught his eye and he picked it up
casually The head came off in his
hands 1t had been bon-b bon box and
was empty save for narrow strip of
yellowed paper, on which were writ
ten some meaningless figures: 1928
$40. He pondered this a moment,
then thrust it into one of the empty
pigeonholes Of the desk On the lat
ter stood an old-fashioned leaf-calen-
dar; the date it exposed was May
14th. Curicusly enough the same date
would recur tomorrow. The page bore
a quotation: Every man carries his
fate on riband about his neck"
The line had been quoted in his
fathers letter May 14th-how much
that date and that motto may have
meant for him.
He rose to push the shutter wider
and in the movement his elbow sent
shallow case of morocco leather that
had lain on the desk crashing to the
floor 1t opened and a heavy metallic
object rolled almost to his feet. He
saw at glance that it was an old
fashioned rusted dueling pistol.
The box had originally held two
pistols. He shuddered as he stopped
to pick up the weapon, and with the
crawling repugnance mingled a pang-
ing anger and humiliation. From his
very babyhood it had always been so
that unconquerable aversion to the
touch of firearms. There had been mo-
ments in his youth when this unrea-
soning shrinking had filled him with a
blind fury, had driven him to strange
self-tests Of courage He had never
been able to overcome it. Analyza-
ton had told him that his peculiar
adherence was no mere outgrowth of
this. 1t lay far deeper He had rare
~, of recent years, met the test Now,
as he stood in these unaccustomed
surroundings, with the cold touch of