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Maria Thompson Daviess
f Author of 'The Melting
J of Molly"
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"The secretary of state, General
Carruthers, and I think it. will be
best that you . see the grazing: lands
o£ Harpeth and some of the mules
being ptit Into condition before the
signing of the contracts," was what
was "handed out to him," as my
Buzz would have expressed it, by aiy
Oouverneur Faulkner with a great I
courtesy and kindliness as he helped j
himself to some excellent chicken '
prepared in a fry. I could see a great
start of alarm come into the eyes of
that small Lieutenant, the Count do j
Bourdon at those calm words, but he '
gave not a sign of it. In my heart •
was a great hope that something had
been discovered for the protection of
my soldiers of France, and I also
took to myself a portion of that ex
cellent chicken and did make the at- J
tempt to consume it as I beheld all i
of those great gentlemen performing.
I believe that under excitement men
possess a much greater calmness of
appetite than do women.
"M. le Gouverneur, it is not neces- ]
sary that I behold those lands and I
those mules. The signature of tliei
great gouverneur of the state of Har
peth will make a mule to grow from!
a desert in the eyes of the French I
government," he said, with a smile!
of great charm spreading over his |
very small countenance.
But just at this moment, when a j
reply would have been of an awk
wardness to make, the music, which j
is made by a most delightful band of j
black men for all eating in that club j
of Old Hickory, began to play the j
great Marseillaise and with one mo- j
lion all of the gentlemen In that din- j
ing room rose to their feet In respect i
to the distinguished guest of that Old
Hickory club. Also many friendly.
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glances were cast upon me, which I
returned with a smile of great grati
tude.
"Yes, the pen is mightier than the
mule stick in his eyes, the scoun
drel," remarked my uncle, the Gen
eral Robert, as I drove to the cap
itol with him in his car, while the
Gouverneur Faulkner took his guest
with him in his.
"Is any proof been found that he
shall not do this robbery to France,
my Uncle Robert?" I asked with
great eagerness.
"Trap is about ready to spring, but
not quite. Gad, but Jeff Whitworth is
a skilled thief! 1 know what he Is up
to, but I can't quite get it on the Sur
face. Keep the French robber busy,
boy, for a little longer, and I'll land
him. Here we are at the office! Now
you get busy keeping them busy—
and I'll land 'em. If not I'll go and
show France what real fighting is,
and I'll take you with me into (he
worst trench they've got. Battle, in
deed—they ought to have been at
Chickamauga. Now depart!" With
which words my uncle, the General
Robert, got out of the car and left
me to direct It to wherever I chose.
It has been my good fortune to be
one of the guests at many very bril
liant receptions of much state in
some of the very grand and ancient
palaces of the different countries of
Europe, but at none of them have I
seen a greater brilliancy than at the
one given in his mansion by the
Gouverneur Faulkner of the state of
Harpeth in America. Also I had
never beheld women of a more love
liness tljan those of the state of Har
peth, who had come from many
small cities near to Hayesville at an
invitation of very careful selection
for their beauty by my Buzz.
And most beautiful of all those
beautiful grande dames was that
Madam Patricia Whitworth, who
with her husband stood at the side
of his excellency the great Gouvern
eur Faulkner for the receiving of his
guests. Her eyes of the blue flowers
set in the snow of crystals were In a
gleaming and the costume that she
wore was but a few wisps of gossa
mer used for the revealing of her
radiant body. In my black and stiff
attire of the raven I stood near to
the other hand of the Gouverneur
Faulkner, and there was such an
anger for her in my heart that it
was difficult that I made a return of
the smile she cast upon me at every
few minutes. Was there a mockery
in that smile, that she had discover
ed my woman's estate and was using
her own beauty for a challenge to
me? I could not tell nor could I
Judge exactly what the smile of bold
ness which the Lieutenant Count de
Bourdon cast upon me might mean.
And in doubt and anxiety I stood
there in that great salon with the
guest of honor easy with those who
came to him for presentation, until
at last I was so weary that I could
not make even a good night to my
uncle, the General Robert, when we
entered, long after midnight, the
doors of Twin Oaks.
When in my own apartment, alone
with the beautiful grandmamma I
cast myself upon the bed upon which
my father had had birth and wept
with all my woman's heart, which
beat so hard under that attire of the
raven.
And then suddenly the telephone
upon the table beside my bed gave a
loud ringing in the darkness that
was long after midnight. Very quick
ly from fear I covered my head with
my pillow and waited with a great
fluttering of heart.
Then a second time it rang with a
great fury, and I perceived that I
must make a response to it.
I arose and took that receiver
into my hand and spoke with a fine
though husky calmness.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Is that. you. Robert?" came the
voice of my beloved gouverneur,
which made the heart of that an
guished Roberta, Marquise of Grez
and Bye, beat into a sudden great
hapnincss, though also alarm.
"Yes. your excellency."
"Can you dress very quietly, get
your car and come up here to the
mansion without letting anybody
know of it?"
"I will do what you command."
"I need you boy, and I need you
quick."
"I come."
"Stop the car at the street be
yond the side door and come In that
way. Cato will let you In. Come to
my bedroom fliiletly so ns not to
wake Jenkins. Can you find your
way?"
"Immediately T come to you."
CHAPTER TTT.
The Tnll Timbers or Old Harpeth
At the door of the mansion I was
admitted by my good Cato, who
was attired In a very long red flan
nel sleeping garment with a red
cap, also of the flannel tied down
upon the white wool of his head.
"Pe governor is up In his room,
and you kin go right up. I never
heard of no such doings an Is goln.g
on In his house dls night with that
there wild man with a gun five feet
long coming and going like de
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With which Information Good Ca
to started mo up the stairs. "First
door t" the ritrht. front, nnd don't
knock," he rnlled In a whisper that
might have oome from his tomb In
death as he slowly retired Into the
darkness below with his candle.
LTo be Continued,]
All's Well That
Ends Well
BY JANE McLEAN
For a time she fought against
temptation, she argued that she had
always been honest and decent and
she ought always to remain so. And
then would come the thought that,
after all, it was only borrowing and
she needed the waist so much more
than its owner, who had really never
needed anything.
Kate was an exemplary lady's
maid. She was deft and very pleas
ant to look at. She had beautiful
Irish eyes fringed about with long
lashes, her figure was trim and she
wore black, which accentuated its
girlishness and brought out all the
copper shades In her red hair. Mrs.
Gordon proudly boasted that she did
not need a French maid when she
could have Kate.
"Kate knows all the ropes and Is
honest and reliable," she would
boast. And no one had anything to
say about it, /befcauhe Mrs. Gordon
was always one of the best coiffed
and best turned out woman in her
ultra smart set.
Kate was not foolish. She han
dled all of Mrs. Gordon's jewels and,
although she admired their fire and
brilliance, she did not long to pos
sess them. She wore her severe uni
form with a distinction that- was un
usual, and as a general rule she was
happy. Thn, as usual, a man ap
peared on the horizon and every
thing was changed. Kate leaned to
pretty clothes and her small month
ly wages were all spent on dress ac
cessories. If she had known it, her
simple clothes were what made her
attractive, but she had all a young
girl's love of color, and she desired
more than anything else in the
world a certain flame-colored chif
fon waist.
She used to lie In bed at night
thinking about it. Mrs. Gordon had
had it sent home from a little
French shop in the city, and she had
worn it only once. Kate used to
take It out from its fragrant sachet
bag and fondle it longingly. It was
not the color that made Kate's won
derful hair rusty, it seemed to give
it instead added color and light.
Kate wanted to wear it with her
(jark blue suit. She could see the
soft shawl collar lying on the out
side of her coat and the frills swath
ing her hands from beneath her
cuffs. She had even planned a new
little dark blue hat with a flame
colored lining. Kate knew what
looked well on her, and the little
outfit war what she thought of day
and night.
It was all for Henry, the new
chauffeur. Henry, who flattered her
first telling her that there was not
another like her on Long Island.
Henry, who graw to be more and
more serious until only three days
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ago he had asked her to marry him,
and she had shyly said yes.
She wanted to wear the new hat
and waist on a certain trip to town
in the big car with Henry, who was
to be sent for some things and who
had promised to take her along. It
was early In the afternoon of the
day she had planned to go that she
stood brushing Mrs. Gordon's long
brown hair, and while her busy fin
gers wielded the brush her thoughts
were on the fact that at last she
had stilled her conscience, and to
night when the family was at din
ner she would slip the waist out of
its box and make off to her own
room with it.
"What are you thinking about,
Kate?" Mrs. Gordon asked, finally.
"I have spoken to you three times
and you are way off in the clouds."
Kate'started, crimsoned, and apol
ogized.
Mrs. Gordon smiled.
"By the way, Kate, what is it I
hear about you and Henry? Is it
true that you have promised to mar
ry him?"
"Yes, ma'am," said Kate shyly,
forgetting for the moment the cloud
that hung over her. "And oh, he's
wonderful, ma'am."
"Of course he Is, and I'm sure you
will be very happy. Have you de
cided on a time to marry?"
"In the fall some time," confessed
Kate.
"Do you think you'd like to stay
on here?"
"I don't know, ma'am. I'd have to
speak to Henry. Perhaps he'd like
it that way for a while."
"Well, I suppose this is a time you
want to look pretty, isn't it? What
ever became of that chiffon waist
you like so much. Kate? Get It out
for me, will you?"
Kate's heart leaped to her throat.
Just suppose she had taken the waist
before? What ■could she have done
about it?
She brought the cherished waist
from its wrappings, and Mrs. Gor
don looked at It critically. Then she
smiled and handed it back. "This is
for you," she said kindly. It never
suited me, and it looks beautiful
with your hair. It was an expen
sive thing, but you'll look lovely
in It."
Quick tears sprang to Kate's eyes,
and she tried to speak. In another
moment the whole story would have
come out, but Mrs. Gordon stemmed
what she thought would be a flood
of gratitude. "I'm glad you like it
so much; Kate, get out the green
dress for to-night and my silver
slippers."
And Kate with a song of joy in
her heart sent up a little prayer In
which she promised never again to
think or plan anything dishonest.
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"We might just as well run In and
see Mrs. Stevens this afternoon,"
Louise remarked as she and Helen
left the apartment.
"All right," Helen agreed. Ixjuise's
offer to help in carrying the burden
of Mrs. FrUoy'l friendship had light
ened Helen's heart considerably.
Ever since the affair of Mrs. Thurs
ton's making. Mrs. Frisby had at
tached herself to Helen like a leech,
and as none of the other women In
Helen's small circle liked her, it had
meant a dearth of friends for Helen
at every single club meeting.
"I don't see how you happened to
think of su,?h a thing," Helen said
to Louise as they walked the short
distance to Mrs. Stevens's apart
ment. "Are you sure Mrs. Cushing
will help, Louise? I don't know her
very well."
"But I do," Louise returned light
ly. "And she's one of the most
charming women I know. Helen.
You would like her especially be
cause she is both family woman and
world woman. I mean she has two
children, and still keeps up some
writing that she is doing for one of
the magazines."
By that time the two women had
reached Mrs. Stevens's apartment
and were going up in the elevator.
Louise was like Helen. Once she
had an Idea she was not contented
until she could see how matters were
coming out.
"Well, of all things!" Louise ex
claimed, as the little maid ushered
them into the living room. "If we
had planned things they couldn't
have been better."
Mrs. Stevens sat in a comfortable
chair, embroidering a pillow slip, and
across from her sat Mrs. Cushing,
knitting a gray sweater.
"You are the two women we
wanted most to see, and here you
are." explained Helen.
"I'm awfully glad you came over,"
Mrs. Stevens said hospitably. "You've
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knitted a sweater, Helen, and you
can tell Mrs. Cushing what to do
next on her's."
"Of course I can," said Helen
quickly, and In a few minutes she
and Louise were ensconced in easy
chairs, and all four were chatting
Bayly.
"Now," said Louise finally, "I'll tell
you why Helen and I wanted to see
you most particularly. It's an affair
of Helen's, and I suggested that we
four help her out."
"Have you been getting into a
scrap, Helen, and don't want your
husband to know," laughed Mrs.
Stevens.
Helen smiled ruefully. "I think it
might be called a scrape," she said,
"but It's not the kind 1 want to keep
from Warren."
"It's Mrs. Frisby," said Louise
dramatically; "we might as well
come to the point."
"I've been meaning to speak to
you about that for ages, Helen,"
said Mrs. Stevens.
"Helen promised that she would
be friends with the woman." Louise
went on, "and now you can see for
yourselves just how things are go
ing."
"I should say we can," said Mrs.
Cushing, her busy fingers flying in
and out with the long needles.
"I wouldn't believe It If I wero
you," said Mrs. Stevens.
"But what can I do?" Helen ex
claimed. "I can't treat her rudely.
You all know what happened at the
club that day, and after that I felt
that I ought to be friendly with her.
It was through a remark of mine
that she was hurt."
"I was through an exaggeration
of Mrs. Thurston's" said Emily
Stevens.
"Well, I did say something, you
know, and I blame myself terribly
for it."
"And now she sticks to Helen
like a burr," Louise went on laugh
AUGUST 17, 1917.
ing a little. "And I said we'd all
help her out. I suggested you,
Emily, because I know you are fond
of Helen, and I thought Mrs. Cush
lng might help, too," and Louise
looked sweetly Imploring.
"Of course well help,' said Mrs.
Cushing briskly. We'll organize a
club and take turns being nice to
Mrs. Frlsby."
"I'm not going to be nice to her,"
said Mrs. Stevens, "not after what
she said the other day. All about
that eat-and-grow-thln method of
reducing."
They all laughed. "She's such a
perfect little fdol that I feel sorry
for her," Louise said. "And I thought
that if we all began to be nice to
her it would gradually release Helen
from a special burden. 1, for one,
am glad to help her."
"Well, of course, if you put it
that way," sighed Mrs. Stevens.
"Why, I think it will be a lot of
fun myself." said Mrs. Cushing, en
thusiastically.
"You are darlings to look at It
that way," said Helen gracefully.
"Really my nerves arS getting on
edge of late. She called three times
last week and came home from the
meeting with me, and I have had
two notes asking me over there."
"You poor child!" said Mrs. Ste
vens. "Of course we needn't any of
us allow her to become a pest, but
wo can all be nice to her at club
meetings and form a group with her
in it, so that she won't feel neg
lected."
"And we might even call on her
and invite her to our homes," said
Mrs. Cushing. "If we make up our
minds to it wo may be able to do
something for her. Perhaps she has
something buried in her some
where and we can bring it to the
surface. Anyway we can try".
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UPPER PAXTON TICKET
Killlnger, Pa., Aug. 17.—0n Tues
day evening the voters held their
naming meeting and selected the fol
lowing ticket, for Upper Paxton town
ship; Judge of election, Elias D.
Messner; inspector, C. H. C. Snyder,
Jr.; justice of the peace, Jonas L.
Jury and H. Milton Bonawltz; school
director, Webster J. Weaver and Alter
Ulsh; supervisor, Charles Messner;
assessor, William H. Lehman; tax
collector, Elmer J. Bonawitz
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