The watchman and southron. [volume] (Sumter, S.C.) 1881-1930, 1914-04-25

her heart by turns seemed cold hand
pressing upon its beating and an algid
vapor rising stealthily over it. But
her hands were hot and her eyelids
burned. Finally she reused herself.
Thank you, Emmalne." she said
In a tired voice, good night now; I'm
going TO sleep. and you must go to
bed. too"
But alone in the warm wan dark,
Shirley lay staring open-eyed at the
ceiling. Slowly the terror was seizing
upon her, the dread, noiseless and in
tangible, folding her I'm the shadow OF
It's numbing wings. Was her mother
the one over whom that old duel had
been fought? She remembered the
cape jessamines. Was the date OF
that duel-of the death of Sassoon-
the anniversary her mother kept?
She sat up in bed, trembling. Then
she rose, and opening the door with
caution. crept down the stair, sliding
her hot hand before her along the
cool polished banister. AS she passed
through the lower hall, hound on the
his tail on the flooring, and whined.
Cropping her way to the dining-room.
she lighted a candle and passed
through corridor into a low-ceiling-
ed chamber employed as general re-
ceptacle-a glorified garret, as Mrs.
cambridge dubbed it.
II showed a strange assemblage! A
row Of chests, stored with winter
clothing. gave forth a clean pungent
smell of cedar, and at one side stood
an antique spinet and worn set OF
horsehair furniture.
Shirley had turned her miserable
eyes on a bookshelf along one wall.
The volumes 1t contained had been
her fathers, and among them stood
o row OF tones taller than their fel-
lows-the bound numbers OF a county
newspaper, beginning before the war.
The back of each was stamped with
the year. She was deciphering these
faded imprints. Thirty years ago."
she whispered 'yes, here 1t is."
She set down the candle and
dragged out one Of the huge leather
backs. Staggering under the weight,
she rested it's edge on the table and
began feverishly to turn the pages, her
eye on the date line. She stopped
presently with quick breath--she
had reached May 18th. The year was
that Of the duel: the date was the day
following the jessamine anniversary.
Fearfully her eye overran the columns.
Then suddenly she put her open
hand on the page as though to blot
out the words, every trace Of color
stricken from cheek and brow. But
the line seemed to glow up through
the very flesh: 'Died. May 14th; Ed
ward Sassoon, in his twenty-sixth
year."
The book slipped to the floor with a
crash that echoed through the room.
1t was true. then! 1t was Sassoon's
death that her mother mourned. The
man in whose arms she had stood
such little while ago by the old dial
OF Damory Court was the SOD OF the
man whb had killed him!
"Oh. God,' she whispered, "just
when | was so happy! Oh, mother,
mother! You loved him, and your
heart broke when he died. 1t was
Valiant who broke it-Valiant-Val-
liant. His father!"
She slipped down upon the bare
floor and crouched there shuddering
and agonized, her disheveled hair wet
with tears. Was her love to be but
the thing Of an hour. a single clasp
and then, forever, nothing? His ia
theirs deed was not his fault. Yet
how could she love a man whose every
feature brought pang to that mother
she loved more than herself? So
over and over. the wheel OF her
thought turned in the same desolato
groove, and over and over the parox-
ysms of grief and longing submerged
her.
Noiselessly as she had descended.
she crept again up the stair. AS she
passed her mothers door, she paused
u moment. and laying her arms out
across 1t, pressed her lips to the dark
grain of the wood.