The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1914-04-02
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CHAPTER XIII.
John Valiant Makes a Discovery.

he kneeled TO release her, and she wal
grateful that his tone was unmi1ed
with amusement. She BIT her lips. az
by sheer strength Of elbow and knee
he snapped the offending bole short
on---one OF those quick exhibitions
of reserved strength that every WON.
an likes.
Il don't know how I could have
been so silly-thank you 80 much. .
said Shirley, painting slightly from
her exertions. I'm not the least bit
hurt-only my dress and you know
very well that wasn't afraid of that
ridiculous dog" A richer glow stole
70 her cheeks as she spoke, a burn
ing recollection OF 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 long plucked
Spanish nnoss. "Chum stands alb
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 thu flowers II had
stolen them. and was trying to
Escape on wild EN- as the negroes
say Shocking. isn't it7 But you see.
nobody has lived here since long be-
fore was born. and suppose the
fiower-theving habit has become 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 IA special reason. We
have none and this is 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 themY Why. you can 'scape Off
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 viii the owner say7"
He bent back one OF the long jessa-
mine stems and wound II around the
Others. Il can answer for him. Be-
sides. / owe you something, you know.
] robbed you this morning-of your
brush"
She looked at him. abruptly serious.
why did you do that?r
Sanctuary His two beady eyes
begged SO hard for II. Twenty raven
Gus hounds. they said and a dozen
galloping horses. And look what a
poor shiyerirg little red-brown NOR
rel amt
For Just an instant the bronzegold
head gave quick imperious toss. like
a high-mettled pony under the flick
of the whip. But as suddenly the
shadow OF resentment passed. the
mobile face under the bent hatbrim
turned thoughtful She looked again
at him. DO you think it's wrong TO
kill things?" she asked gravely.
"oh. dear, no." he smiled II
haven't a single ism. I'm not even a
vegetarian"
But you would be II you had to Kill
your own meat?"
Perhaps SO many of us would
AS a matter of fact, | don't hunt my
Eelf huf I'm No raforpnar
Why don't you hunt?'
81 don't enjoy t." He flushed
slightly Il hate firearms he said. a
triie dificultly 81 always have.
don't know why Idiosyncrasy, sup
pose But | shouldn't care for hunt
ing, even with bows and arrows. I
would kill tiger or poisonous rep
tile or anything else In case OF neces-
sity. But even then | should hardly |
enjoy It. know some animals are |
pests and have to be killed Some |
men do too. But don't like to do II
myself"
Wouldn't that theory lead to |
wholesale evasion of responsibility
Perhaps I'm no philosopher But
a blackbird or red fox is so pretty. |
even when he is thieying. that I'd let |
him have the corn. I'm like the |
lord High Executioner in The MI |
kado' who was so tender.hearted that
he couldn't execute anybody and |
planned to begin with guinea-pigs and
work up. Only I'm afraid ! couldn't |
even manage the guineapigs"
she laughed. You wouldn't find
many to practice or here. DO you
raise guinea-pigs up North2"
"Ah," he said ruefully, you tag me.
too Have | by chance large letter |
n tattooed upon my manly brow? But
/ suppose it's the accent Uncle JEFF |
ferson catalogued me in five minutes.
He said he didn't know why | was
from de Norf,' but he knowed' 1t. |
I've annexed him and his wife, by the
way"
You're lucky to have them. Unc'
Jefferson and Aunt paph might have |
slipped out OF plantation of the last
century. They're absolutely ante-bel- |
lun Most of the negroes are more |