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5| m ^»»« ». J»!W WH J»* 4 I :l}^.ll^lll !l«.^WtlW-M! THE MC HENRY PLAINDEALBR. MCHENRT, IXI* 1'"•••'. 'I:*- V^V:;u "" 'F; ;1%. \v> r«5 Ifa "DROP THAT QUN1" SYNOPSIS--Kenneth Gwynne was five years old In the spring of 1812 when his father ran away from Kentucky with Rachel carter, a widow. They took with them Min- <ia Carter, Rachel's baby daughter. In the fall Kenneth's mother died of li broken heart. His grandparent* brought him up to hate the name of Rachel Carter, "an evil woman." • • Kenneth, now % young lawyer, seeks lodging for the night at the farm of Phlne&s Striker, near Lafayette, Ind. it appears that Ken's father his recently died and that he is on his way to take possession of extensive lands he has Inherited. The Strikers bought their farm of Ken's father and a mortgage runs to his father's widow--the Rachel Carter. A beautiful nineteen-year-old girl, who says she knew his father well and refuses to give her name, is visiting the Strikers., ^Ken is much Interested in her. -in the morning the girl is gone. Striker tells Ken she was planning to elope with Barry Lapelle and her mother came In the night and took her home. As Ken goes on his way Striker tells him: "That girl was Viola Gwyp an' she's your half-sister." A handsome, dashing young fellow rides up and Introduces himself as Barry Lapelle. Isaac Stain, a farmer, gives Ken a message from Viola to call. At Lafayette Ken finds that the will divides an extensive property between Ken and Rachel Gwyn. , Viola Is not mentioned, but' has decided not to contest. Ken calls at Viola's home and finds Rachel Instead of Viola. Rachel tells him that Viola is really Miiida Carter, though she does not know it, and puts her own and her daughter's future In his hands, Ken says he does not make war on women. Ken and Viola meet and quarrel. Rachel tells Viola she will disinherit her If she marries Lapelle. Ken realis « he loves Viola. Stain tells Ken of Lapelle's plan to abduct Viola. Ken sets up a home. Viola helps him and is charming. Jasper Suggs, a low character, appears and says he knows Rachel Carter. Ken telln Rachel. Viola breaks her engagement to Barry. Ken tells Viola and Rachel of Barry's plot to abduct Viola. Rachel says, "You love Viola." Ken admits it and says he would marry her. Rachel reveals that she never married Ken's father. I because she often gets up ID the middie of the night and goes down to sit Iti the kitchen. Ever since father died. I must have gone to sleep again because I did not hear her come back? upstairs. I awoke just at daybreak and got up to see if she needed me! She--she had not gone to bed at ail, Kenny--and I couldn't find her anywhere. Then I thought that Mnrtin Hawk and the others had come and taken her away by mistake, thinking it was me In the darkness." "Sit down, Viola. I'll light'the fire. It's quite .chilly and you are shaking like a--M "I want to knew where -Are lias gone," she Insisted. Then he told her briefly as. much as he thought she ought to know, She was vastly relieved. She even smiled. "There's no use of your trying to catch up with her.; Thank you for It CHAPTER XV --10-- Lapelle Shows His Teeth. Kenneth went to bed that night firmly resolved to accompany the sheriff when he set oat to arrest Martin Hawk. He was astir at cockcrow, The first faint glow of red In the graying east found him at breakfast, with Zachariah sleepily serving him with hot corn cakes, lean sldemeat and coffee. "Take a peep oat of the window and see If anyone Is stirring pver at Mrs. Owyn's," he said. *• Tears lak Ah c'n see a la'dy out In de front yard, suh," said Zachariah, at the window. "Hit's Miss Violy. "Pears lak she comln' over here, suh. Leastwise she come out'n de gate kind o* fast-like--gotten a shawl wrap •roan'--" Kenneth waited for no more. He dashed from the house and down to the fence--where stood Viola, pulling •t the swollen, water-soaked gate peg. 8he was bareheaded, her brown hair hanging down her back In long, thick braids. It was apparent at a glance that she had dressed hastily and but partially at that. With one hand she pinched close about her throat the voluminous scarlet shawl of embroidered crepe in which the upper part of her body was wrapped. Later he was to observe that her •hoes were unlaced and had been drawn on over her bare feet. Her •yes were filled with alarm. ' "I don't know where mother Is," she •aid, without other greeting. "She Is Hot In. the house, Kenny. I am worried almost slckr He stared at her in dismay. "Oh, blast the luck! She must have-- Say*; •re you sure she's gone?" '"I can't find her anywhere,** cHed •he in distress. "I've been oat to the bam and-- Why, what alls you, Kenneth?" "She got away without me knowing ft But maybe it's not too late. I can catch up with them if I hurry. Hey, Eachariah!" "Then, you know where she Is?" cried the girl, grasping his arm as he turned to rush away. "For goodness' sake, tell me! Where has she gone?" "Why, don't you-- But of course you don't!".he exclaimed. "You poor girl! You must be almost beside yourself and here I go making matters worse by--" "Where Is she?" she broke in, all the color going from her face as she •hook his arm impatiently. Come In the house," he said gently, consolingly. "I'u tell you all I know. There's nothing to be worried about. She Will be home, safe and sound, almost before you know It. i will explain while Zachariah is saddling Brandy Boy." He laid his hand upon her shoulder. "Come along--dear " She held back. "If anything happens to her and you could have--" she toegan, a threat in her dark, harassed •yes. "I had no Idea* she Would start at •uch an unearthly hour. I had made op my mind to go with her, whether or not. Didn't she tell you she had made an affidavit against Martin Hawk?" "No. The sheriff was up here last Bight, Just after supper, but-- Oh, Kenny, what is It all about r* HU arm stole about her shoulders. Abe leaned heavily, Wearily against him as they walked up the drenched path. "Have you any Idea at all what time •be left the house?" he asked. "I heard her go down the stairs. It was pitch dark, but the clock struck #ae quite a long time afterward. I mi mot tfclak anytbtef aboil it the* By GEORGE BARR McCUTCHEON CopnW* br DODD. MEAD & COMPANY, be. "Fill that washpan and get me a clean towel," ordered his master. He looked at his watch. '^J'm going to awaken her--in half an hour." It was nearly seven o'clock when he stamped noisily Into the sitting room with towel and basin. He had thrice Repeated his visit to the window, and with each succeeding visit had remained a little longer than before, notwithstanding the no uncertain sense of guilt that accused* him of spy In? upon the lovely sleeper. She awoke with a start, looked blankly about as if bewildered by her strange surroundings, and then 'fixed her wide, questioning eyes" upon him, watching him In silence as he placed the basin of spring-water on a clmlr she gasped, going white to the roots • nH HmirvA#! A. , I' . « _ ...m a i _ i. urt « I Heard Her Qo Down the 8talra. lighting the fire, Kenny. If you don't mind, I will sit here a while, and I may go to sleep In this comfortable chair of yours. Goodness, I must look awful. My hair--" Don't touch It! It Is beautiful as It Is. I wish girls would always wear their hair In braids like that." She yawned, stretched her legs out to the fire, and then suddenly realizing that her anklgs were bare, drew them back again to the shelter of her petticoat with a quick, shy glance to see if he bad observed. 'I wish I could cut It off--like a boy's. It is miles too long. You might well head Zachariah off. She has been gone since one o'clock. I am sure I heard the front door close before I dropped off to sleep. Don't fidget. Kenny. They've probably got old Martin in the calaboose by this time. Mother never falls when she sets out to do a thing. That good-for-nothing sleepy-head, Hattle, never heard a sound last night. What a conscience she must have!" He frowned at his big silver watch. 'It s after five. See here, Viola, suppose you Just curl up on the sofa there an<i get some sleep. You look tired. I'll put a quilt over you and--" She half-started up from the chair, flushing In embarrassment. "Oh, I ought not to stay here, Kenny. Suppose somebody were to come along and catch me here In your--" "Shucks! You're my sister, aren't you?" "I suppose it's all right," she said dubiously, sinking back Into the chair again. "But somehow, Kenny, I don't believe I will ever be able to think of you as a brother; not if I live a thousand years. I'm sorry to hurt your feelings, but--well, I just can't help being a little bit afraid of you. I suppose it's silly of me, but I'm so ashamed to have yon see me with my hair down like this, and no stockings on, and only half-dressed. I--I feel hot all over. I didn't think of it at first, I was so worried, but now 1--" " "It Is very silly of you,** he said, rather thickly. "You did right In coming over, and I'm going to make you comfortable now that you are here. Lie down here and get some sleep, like a good little girl, and when you wake up Zachariah will have a nice hot breakfast for you." "I'd rather not lie down," she stammered. "Let me Just sit here a while --and don't bother about breakfast for me. Hattle will--H "But he has to get breakfast anyhow," he argued. She looked at him suspiciously. "Haven't you had your breakfast?" "No," he lied. Then he hurried off to give guilty Instructions to Zachariah. An hour later, Kenneth arose from his seat on the front doorstep and stole oyer to the sitting-room window. She was asleep in the big rockingchair, her head twisted limply toward her left shoulder, presenting a threequarters view of her face to him as he gazed long and ardently upon her. He could see the 'deep rise and fall of her bosom. The shawl, unclasped at the throat, had fallen away, reveal- £. VT* KWhite flannel nl8htgown over which she had hastily drawn a petticoat before sallying forth He went to the kitchen door j»d found Zachariah sitting grumDltiTon the step. * "She's still sound asleep," £• «n. nounced. *n So's dat lazy Hattle ov«r yander. and draped the coarse towel over the back.' • ' ^Breakfast will be ready In ten minutes, miss," he announced, bowing deeply, "if you desire to freshen yourself a bit after your profound slumbers, you. will find here some of the finest, water in the universe and a towel warranted to produce a blush upon the cheek of a graven limine." "Has mother come home?" she inquired anxiously, as she drew the ihawl close about her throat again. "No sign of her. Hurry along, and as soon as we've had a bite to eat I'll ride down to the courthouse and see If She's there." He left her, and presently she came but into the kitchen, her skin glowing warmly, her braids loosely coiled on the crown of her head,; her eyes like violet stars. * Zachariah marveled at his master's appetite. Recollection of an already devoured meal of no small proportions caused him to doubt his senses. From time to time he shook his head In wonder and finally took to chuckling. The next • time Marse Kenneth complained about having no appetite he would £now what to say to him. "I must run home now," said Viola at the close of the meal. "It's been awfully nice--and so exciting, Kenny. I feel as If I had been doing something I ought not to do. Isn't it queer? Having breakfast with a man I never saw until six weeks ago!" "It does my heart good to see yon blush so prettily," said he warmly. Then his face darkened. "And It turns my blood cold to think that If you had succeeded in doing something you ought not to have done six weeks ago, you might now be having breakfast with somebody else Instead of with me." I wish you would not speak of that, Kenneth," she said severely. "You will make me hate you If you bring it up again." Then she added, with a plaintive little smile: "The Bible says, 'Love thy neighbor as thyself.' I am doing my best to live up to that, but sometimes you make It awfully hard for me." He went to the door, with her. She paused for a moment on the step to look searchlngly up the road and through the trees. There was no sign of her mother. The anxious, worried expression deepened In her eyes. "Don't come any farther with me," she said. "Go down to the courthouse as fast as you can." He watched her till alie passed through the gate. As he was on the point of reentering the house he saw her come to an abrupt stop and stare straight ahead. He shot a swift, apprehensive glance over his shoulder. Barry Lapelle had Just emerged from Rachel's yard, his gaze fixed on the girl who stood motionless In front of GWynne's gate, a hundred feet away. Without taking his eyes fijom her. he slowly closed the gate and leaned against It, folding his arms as he did so. Viola, after a moment's Indecision and without a glance at Kenneth, lifted her chin and went forward to the encounter. Kenneth looked In all directions for Lapelle's rascals. He was relieved to find that the discarded sultor apparently had ventured alone upon this^ early morning mission. What did It portend? Filled with sharp misgivings, he left his doorstep and walked slowly down to the gate, where he halted. It occurred to him that Barry, after a sleepless night, had come to make peac* with his tempestuous sweetheart. If such was the case, his own sense of fairness and dignity would permit no Interference on his part unless It was solicited by the girl herself. He was ready, however, to take instant action If she made the slightest sign of distress or alarm. While he had no intention of spying or eavesdropping, their voices reached him distinctly and he could not help hearing what passed between them. * "Have you been up to the house, Barry?" were Viola's first words as she stopped in front of the man who barred the way. Lapelle did not change his position. His chin was lowered and he was look* ing at her through narrowed, unsmiling eyes. , , i "Yes, I have." "Where wus the dog?** she Inquired cuttingly. "He came And licked my hand. He's the only friend I've got up bere, 1 reckon." "I will have him shot today. do you want?" "I came to see your mother. is she?" **8he's away." "Over night?" "It will do you no good to see her. Barry. You might as well realize it first as last." Lapelle glanced pasc her at the man beyond and lowered his voice. through with her, let me tell you. Oh, I'm sober, Viola! I had my lesson yesterday. I'm through with whisky forever. So she was away all night, eh? Out to the farm, eh? That nigger girl of yours says she must have gone out to the furnyiast night, because her bed wasn't slept In. And you weren't expecting visitors as early as this or you would have got home a little sooner yourself, huh?" "What are you talking about?" •'Soon as she is out of the house you scoot over to hig brother Kenny's, eh? Afraid to sleep alone, I suppose. Well, all I've got to say is you ought to have taken a little more time to dress." Oh! Oh--you--you low-lived dog!" of her hair. "How dare you say--•" "That's right! Call me all the pretty names you can think of. And say. I didn't come up here to beg anything frrifn you or your mother. I'm not In a begging humor. I'm through licking your boots, Viola. What time will the old woman be bpek?" "Stand away .from that gate!'* she said In a voice low and hoarse with fury. "Don't you dare speak to me again. And If you fpllow me to the house I'll--I'll--" "What'll you do?" he Jeered. "Call brother Kenny? Well, go ahead and call him. There he Is. ,,1'H kick him from here to the pond--and that won't be half as pleasant as rocking little sister to sleep in her Cradle while mamma Is out for the night." "And I used to think I was In love with you!" she cried in sheer disgust. "I could spit In your face, Barry Lapelle. Will you let me puss?" "Certainly. But I'm going into the house with you, understand that. I'd Just as soon wait there for your mother as anywhere else." "When my mother hears about this she will have you horsewhipped within an Inch of your life," cried the girl furiously. These words, rising on a wave of anger, came distinctly to Kenneth's ears. He left his place at the gate and walked swiftly along inside his fence until he came to the corner of the yard, where the bushes grew thickly. Here he stopped to await further developments. He heard Barry say, with a harsh laugh; "Oh, she will, will she?" "Yes, she will. She knows more about you than you think she does-- and so do I. Let me by! Do you hear me. Bar--" "That's funny," he Interrupted, lowering his voice to a half-whisper. "That's Just what I came up to see her about. I want to tell her that I know more about her than she thinks I do. And when I get through telling her .what I know she'll change her 'mind about letting us get married. And you'll marry me, too, my girl, without so much as a whimper. Oh, you needn'f look around for big brother--G--d, I bet you'd be happy if he wasn't your brother, wouldn't you? Well, he has sneaked into the house. Just as I knew he would if It looked like a squall. He'? a white-livered coward. How do you'llke that?" He was not only astonished but distinctly confounded by the swift. Incomprehensible smile that played about her disdainful lips. "What the hellflre are yon laughing at?" he exploded. "Nothing much. I WAS only thinking about last night." "H--1!" he exclaimed, the blood" rushing to his face. "Why--why, you What Where MHav« You Been Up tc Barry T* the House, ---** The words failed him. He could only stare at her as if stunned by the most shocking confession. "Please remember that you are speaking to--" * He broke In with a snarling laugh. "By thunder, I'm beginning to believe you're no better than she was. She wasn't anything but a common , and I'm blessed if I think It's sensible to marry0lnto the family, after alL" MOh 1" she gasped, closing ber eyes as she shrank away from him. The word»he had used stood for the foulest thing on earth to her. It had never passed her clean, pure lips. For the moment she was petrified, speechless. "It's about time you learned the truth about that d--d old hypocrite-- Ken-1 if you don't know It already," he conure, glaring mercilessly down Into her horror-struck eyes. "You don't need to take my word for 1t. Ask Gwynne. He knows. He knows what happened back there In Kentucky. He knows she ran off with his father twenty years ago, taking hitn away from the woman he was married to. That's why he hates her. That's why he never had anything to do with his dog of a father. And he probably knows you were born out of wedlock--ibai. you're a~ i' '•% • - .-CHAPTER XVI V^ . The Blow. ' He never finished the sentence. A whirlwind was upon him. Before he could raise a hand to defend himself, Kenneth Gwynne's brawny fist smote him squarely between the eyes. He went down as though struck by a sledge-hammer, crashing to the ground full six feet from where he stood. Behind that clumsy blow was the weight of a thlrteen-stone body, hurled as from a mighty catapult. He never knew how long afterward It was that he heard a voice speaking to him. The words, Jumbled and unintelligible, seemed to come from a great distance. He attempted to rise, gave it up and fell back dizzily. His vision was slow in clearing. What he finally saw, through blurred, uncertain eyes, was the face of Kenneth Gwynne, far above him--and It was a long time before it stopped whirling and became fixed in one place. Then he realized that It was the voice of Gwynne that was speaking to him, and he made out the words. Something warm and wet crept along the sides of his month, over his chin, down his neck. His throat was full of a hot 'nauseous fluid. He raised himself on one elbow and spat. "Get up! Get up, you filthy whelp I I'm not going to hit you again. Get up, I say!" He struggled to his knees and then to his feet, sagging limply against the fence, to which he clung for support. He felt for his nose, filled with a horrid, sickening dread that it was no longer on his face. "I ought to kill you," he heard Gwynne saying. "You black-hearted, lying scoundrel. Get out of my sight!" He succeeded In straightening up and looked about him through a mist of tears. He tried to speak, but could only wheeze and sputter. He cleared his throat raucously and spat again. "Where--where is she?" he managed to say at last. "Shut up! You've dealt her the foulest--" He broke off abruptly, struck by the other's expression: Lapelle was staring past him In the direction of the house and there "was the look of a frightened, trapped animal in his glassy eyes. \ "My G--d!" fell from his lips, and then suddenly he sprang forward, placing Kenneth's body between him and the object of his terror. "Stop her! For God's sake, Gwynne--atop her!" For the first time' since Barry went crashing to earth and lay as one dead, Gwynne raised his eyes from the blood-smeared face. Vaguely he remembered the swift rush of Viola's feet as she sped past him, but that was long ago and he had not looked to see whither she fled. ^ She was now coming down the steps of the porch, a half-raised rifle in her hands. He was never to forget her white, set face, nor the menacing look In her eyes .as she advanced to the killing of Barry Lapelle--for there was no mistaking her purpose. "Drop down!" he shouted to Lapelle. As Barry sank cowering behind him, he cried out sharply to fhe girl: "Viola ! Drop that gun! Do jrou hear me? Good G--d, have you lost your senses?" She came on slowly, her Head a little to one side the better to see the partially obscured figure of the crouching; man. "It won't do you. any good t8 hide, Barry," she said. In a voice that neither of the men recognized. "Don't be a fool, Viola!" cried Kenneth. "Leave him to me. Go back to the house. I will attend to him." She stopped and lifted her eyes to stare at the speaker in sheer wonder and astonishment, "Why, you heard what die said. You heard what he called my mother. Stnnd away from him, Kenneth." "I can't allow you to shoot him, Viola. You will have to shoot me first. My G--d, child--do you want to have a man's life-blood on your hands?" "He said she ran away with your father," she cried, a spasm of pain crossing her face. "He said I was born before they were married. I have a right to kill him. Do you hear? I have a right to--" "Don't you know it would be murder? Coldblooded murder? Nol You will have to kill the first. Do you understand? I shall not move an inch. I am not going to let you do something you will regret to the end of your life. Put It down! Drop that gun, I say ! jtf there Is to be any killing, I will do it--not you!" She closed her eyes. Her tense body relaxed. "The two men, watching her with bated breath and vastly different emotions, could almost visualise the struggle that was going on within liar. At last the long rifle barrel was lowered; as the muzzle touched the ground she opened her eyes. Slowly they went from Kennetb to the man who crouched behind him. She gazed at the bloody face as If seeing It for the first time. The woman In her revolted at the spectacle. After a moment of indecision, she turned with a shudder and walked toward the house, dragging the rifle by the stock. As she was about to mount the steps she paused "Get Upl Get Upl You Filthy Whelp." to send a swift glance over her shoulder and then, obeying the appeal In Kenneth's eyes, reluctantly, even carefully, leaned the gun against a post and disappeared through the door. "Stand up!" ordered Gwynne, turning to Lapelle. "I ought to kill yon myself. It's In my heart to do so l)o you know what you've done to her?" Barry drew himself up, his fast swelling, bloodshot eyes filled with a deadly hatred. His voice was thick and unsteady. "You'd better kill me while - you have the chance," he said. "Because, so help me God, I'm going to kill you for this." "Go!" thundered the other, his hands twitching, "if you don't, 1*11 strangle the life out of you." Lapelle drew back, quailing before the look in Kenneth's eyes. Hp saw murder In them. "Take my advice. Get out of town before you a if* .« day older." • (TO BB CONTINUED.) WONDER IN PLANT FERTILIZATION 4 ; lamented Zachariah. with A i»rir » i -- *• - - - -- head. "Aln' no smoke co I • . could not bear what he said. j tinued, raising his voice at the urge of ber •-j, J^1 •*U'a I "Well, I'm going/to see her, and shel the now reckless fury that consumed ' down o» knee* before l'un' him. 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