The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1914-04-02

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her hand for the bunch of jessamine
| and laid 1t on the broad roots of a
tree that were notified with lichen
Look there" she said suddenly;
isn't that a beauty?"
She was pointing to a jimson- weed
on which had settled. with CLASSY
wings vibrating, long, ungainly,
needlelike insect with an odd sword
like beak. What is that?" he asked.
"A snake-doctor. If Unc' Jefferson
we're here he'd say. 'Bettah watch
out! Dah's er snek roun erbout heah,
shoi' He'll fill you full of darby
superstitions."
Suddenly the slim path between the
trees took quick turn, and fell away
at their feet. There" she said ''This
is the finest view at Damory Court"
They stood on the edge of stony
ravine which widened at one end to a
shallow marshy valley. The rocks
were covered with gray-green feath'
cry creepers, enwound with curly yell
low tendrils of love-vine. Across the
ravine, on lower level, began a
grove of splendid trees that marched
up into the long stretch of neglected
forest he had seen from the house.
you love it?" he. asked, without
withdrawing his eyes.
I've loved it all my life. love
everything about Damory Court.
Ruined as it is, it is still one of the
most beautiful estates in all Virginia
There's nothing finer even in Italy
Just behind us, where those hemlocks
stand, Is where the duel the children
spoke of was fought"
He turned his head. Tell me about
it." he said.
She glanced at him curiously. Didn't
you know? That was the reason the
place was abandoned. Valiant, who
lived here, and the owner of another
plantation, who was named Sassoon,
quarreled, They fought the story is,
under those big hemlock trees. Sas-
soon was killed"
He looked out across the distance;
he could not trust his face. And
Vaiant?"
HE went away the same day and
never came back; he lived in New
York till he died. He was the father
of the courts present owner. You
never heard the story?"
NO" he admitted. IT'LL quite re-
Gently | never heard of Damory
Court"
THAT was the last duel ever fought
in Virginia. Dueling was a dreadful
custom. I'm glad it's gone. Aren't
your"
Yes" he said slowly, "it was a
thing that cut two ways. Perhaps Va
liant. If he could have had his choice
afterward, would rather have been ly-
ing there that morning than Sas-
soon"
He must have suffered, too" she
agreed, 'or he wouldn't have exiled
himself as he did used to wonder
II 1t was a ye-quarrel-whether they
could have been in love with the same
woman"
But why should he go away?"
Il can't imagine, unless she had
really loved the other man. If so, she
have borne seeing Valiant |
She paused with a little
laugh. But then" she said. lit may
have been nothing so romantic. Va
liant's grandfather, who was known as
is said to have called a
man out because he rode past him |
on the wrong side. Our ancestors in
Virginia, Pm afraid. didn't stand on
when they felt uppish,
He did not smile. He was looking
out once more over the luminous
stretch of fields. his side-face towards
her. Curious and painful questions
were running through his brain. With
an effort, he thrust these back and re-
called his attention to what she was
saying.
You wonder, suppose, that we
leel as we do toward these old estates,
and set store by them, and--yes, and
Drag of them insufferably as we do.
But it's in our blood. You Northern
ers think we're desperately con-
,eited,' she smiled. but it's true.
We're still as proud of our land. and