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THE McHEWRT PLAINDE1LEE, MeHBfBT, FLI* ^ "VJ / * r« -'...- »j ..<.,.,- • 1 v i i/*r sp* A ^ i - . - r W-^ 4*-' ' ^ r- > - • .-•••'-^ * {**, i • ••' ' *.y • #•* * '-' By GEORGE BARR McCUTCHEON CHAPTER XIX--Continued. ^--13-- "Yep. And I sort of guess you'll be •with htm before you're much older. If Gwynne knows what he's--" "I've got to get out of this town tonight, Jack." cried the younger man, starting to his feet. "Understand. I'm noj saying I am mixed up In any way wifh Hawk and his crowd, but--I've got Important business In Attica early tomorrow morning. That's all you can get me to say. I'll sneak up the back road to the tavern and pack my saddlebags this afternoon, and I'll leave money with you to settle with Johnson. I may have to ask you to fetch my horse down here-4-" • "Just a minute," broke In Trentman, who had been regarding him with hard, calculating eyes. "If It's as bad as all this, I guess you'd better not wait till tonight. It may be too late--and besides I don't want the sheriff coming down here and jerking you out of my place. You don't need to tell me anything more about your relations with Hawk. I'm no fool. Barry. I know now that you are mixed up In this stock-stealing business that's been going on for months. It don't take a very smart brain to grasp the situation. You've probably been making a pretty good thing out of moving this stuff down the river on your boats, and-- Now, don't get up on your ear, my friend. No use trying to bamboozle me. You're scared stiff--end that's enough for me. And you've got a right to be. This will put an end to your company's boats coming up here for traffic--It will kill you deader'n a doornail so far as business is concerned. So you'd better get out at once. I never liked you very much anyhow and now I've got no use for you at all. Just to save my skin and my own reputation as a law-abiding citizen, I'll help you to get away. Now, here's what I'll do. I'll send up and get your horse and have him down here inside of fifteen minutes. There's so darned much excitement up In town about this murder that nobody's going to notice you for the time being. And besides a lot of farmers from over west are coming In, scared half to death about Black Hawk's Indians. They'll be out looking for you before long, your lordship, and it won't be for the purpose of inviting you to have a drink. They'll probably bring a rail along with 'em, BO'S you'll at least have the consolation of riding up to the calaboose. You'll--" "Oh, for God's sake!" grated Barry, furiously. "Don't try to be comical, Trentman. This is no time to joke-- or preach either. Give me a swig of--" "Nope! No whisky, my friend," •aid the gambler firmly. "Whisky always puts false courage Into a man, and I don't want you to be doing anything foolish. I'll have your mare Fancy down here in fifteen minutes, saddled and everything, and you will hop on her and ride up the street, right past the courthouse, just as If you're out for an hour's canter for your health. You will not have any saddlebags of traps. You'll ride light, my friend. That will throw 'em off th$ track. But what I want you to do aa soon®as you get out the other side of the tanyard is to turn In your saddle and wave a last farewell to the Stai* city. You might throw a kiss at It, too, while you're about it. Because you've got a long journey ahead of you and you're not coming back--that Is, unless they overtake you. There's some pretty fast horses in this town, as you may happen to remember. So I'd advise you to get a good long start --and keep it." | If Lapelle heard all of this he gave 116 Sign, for he had sidled over to the • little window and was peering obliquely through the trees toward the road that led from the "shanty" toward the town. Suddenly he turned upon the gambler, a savage oath on his lips. "Yon bet I'll come back! And when I do, I'll give this town something to talk about. I'll make tracks now. It's the only thing to do. But I'm not licked--not by a long shot, Jack Trentman. I'll be back inside of--" "I'll make you a present of a couple of pistols a fellow left with me for a debt a month or so ago. You may need 'em," said Trentman blandly. "Better get ready to start. I'll have the horse here in no time." "You're d--d cold-blooded," growled ' Barry, pettishly. ~ ^ "Yep," agreed the other. "But I'm kind-hearted." He wenr out, slamming the door behind him. Twepty minutes later. Ba.*ry emerged from the "shanty" and mounted his sleek, restless thoroughbred. Having recovered, for purposes of deception, his lordly, cock-o'-the-walk attitude toward the world, he rode off jauntily in the direction of the town, according Trentman the scant courtesy of a careless wave of the hand at parting. He had counted his money, examined the borrowed pistols, and at the last moment had hurriedly dashed off a hrief letter to Kenneth Gwynne, to be posted the following day^by the . . SYld though obliging Mr. Trentman. --Stifling his rancor aud coercing his to meet me. The challenge still stands. If you should see Mr. Gwynne, geiylemen, between now and Friday morning, do me the favor to say that I will be the happiest man on earth If he can muster Bp . sufficient courage to change bis mind. Qoodday, gentlemen." With this Vainglorious though vicarious challenge to an absent enemy, he touched the gad to Fancy's flank and rode away, his head erect, his back as stiff as a ramrod, leaving behind him a staring group whose astonishment did not give way to levity until he was nearlng the corner of the square. He cursed • softly under bis breath at the. sound of the first guffaw; he subdued with difficulty a wild, reckless impulse to turn in the saddle and send a shot or two at them. ' But this was no time for folly, no time to lose his head. Out of the corner of his eye he took In the jail and the group of citizens on the courthouse steps. Something seemed to tell him that these men were saying, "There he goes--stop him! He's getting away!" They were looking at him; of that he was subtly conscious, although he managed to keep his eyes set straight ahead. Only the most determined effort of the will kept him from suddenly putting spur to the mare. Afterwards he complimented himself on his remarkable self-control, and laughed as he likened his present alarm to that of a boy passing a graveyard at night. Nevertheless. he was now filled with an acute, very real sense of anxiety and apprehension; every nerve was on edge. It was all very well for Jack Trentman to say that this was the safest, most sensible way to go about It, but had Jack ever been through It himself? sAt any moment Martin Hawk might catch a glimpse of him through the barred window of the jail and let out a shout of warning; at any moment the sheriff himself might dash out of the courthouse with a warrant in his hand--and then what? He had a chill, uneasy feeling that they would be piling out after him before he could reach the cover of the trlendly thickets at th^ lower end of the street. A pressing weight seemed to slide off his shoulders and neck as Fancy swung smartly around the bend into the narrow wagon-road that stretched its aimless way throtigh the scrubby bottom-lands and over the ridge to the open sweep of the4 plains beyond. Presently he urged the mare to a rhythmic lope, and all the while bis ears were alert for the thud of galloping horses behind. It was not until he reached the tableland to the south that he drove the rowels Into the flanks of the swift four-year-old and leaned forward In the saddle to meet the rush of the wind. Full well be knew that given the start of a'h hour no horse in the county could catch his darling Fancy I A\d so it was that Barry- Lapelle rode out of the town of Lafayette, never to return again. Copnfcht tv DODD. MEAD fc COMPANY. I "Nor as t&uch," burst from the girl's Hps with a fervor that startled her mother. "H!s father was not a loyal, faithful husband, nor was he an honest man or he would have married you." She was on her feet now, her body bent slightly forward, her smoldering eyes fixed intently upon her mothejr's face. • Rachel Carter stared Incredulously. Something In Viola's eyes. In the ring of her voice caused her heart to leap. "I was his Wife in the eyes of God," she began, but something rushed up Into her throat and seemed to choke her. "And you have told Kenneth all this?" cried Vio|a, a light as of .understanding flooding her eyes. "He knows? How long has he known?" "I--I can't remember. Some of It for weeks, some of it only since last night." V; "Ah !" There was a world of meaning in the cry. Even as she uttered It she seemed to feel his arms about her and tile strange thrill that had charged. CHAPTER XX Tanity at the same time, he cantered boldly past the tavern, bitterly aware of the protracted look of amazement that interrupted tlie conversation of Some of the most Influential citizens of the place as at least a score of eyes fell upon his battered visage. Pride and rage got the better of him. He whirled Fancy about with a savage jerk and rode back to the group; "Take a good look, gentlemen," he •napped out, his eyes gleaming for ail tfce world like two thin little slivers of ged-hot Iron. "The coward who hit j»e before I had a chance to defend ioyself has just denied me the satls- In an Upstairs Room. It was characteristic of Rachel Carter that she should draw the window curtains aside in Viola's bedroom, allowing the pitiless light of day to fall upon her face as she seated herself to make confession. She had come to the hour when nothing was to be hidden from* her daughter, least of all the cheek that was to be smitten. The girl sat. on the edge of the bed, her elbow on the footboard, her cheek resting upon her hand. Not once did she take her eyes from the gray, emotionless face of the woman wbo sat in the light. ........ In the course of time, Rachel Carter came to the end of her story. She had made no attempt to Justify herself, had uttered no word of regret, no signal of repentance, no plea for forgiveness. The cold, unfaltering truth, without a single mitigating alloy, in the shape of sentiment, had Issued from her tired but unconquered soul. She went through to the end without beipg interrupted by the girl, whose silence was eloquent of a strength and courage unsurpassed even by this woman from whom she had, after all, inherited both. She did not'fllnch, she did not cringe as the twenty-year-old truth was laid bare before her. She was made of the same staunch fiber as her mother, she possessed the indomitable spirit that stiffens and remains unyielding in the face of calamity. "Now you know everything." said Rachel Carter, wearily. "I have tried to keep it from you. But the truth will out. It Is God's law. I would have spared you If I could. You are of my flesh and blood, you are a part of me. There has never been an in stant In all these hard, trying years when I have not loved and cherished you as the gift that no woman, honest or dishonest, can despise. You will know what that means when you have a child of your own, and you wll» never know It until that has come to pass. You may cast me out of your heart, Viola, but you cannot tear yourself out of mine. So I have spoken. There Is no more." She turned her head to look out of the window. Viola did not move. Presently the older woman spoke again. "Your name-is Minda C|rter. You will be twenty-two years old next. September. You have no right to the name of Gwynne. The boy who lives In that house over yonder Is the onlj one who has a right to It. But his, birthright is no cleaner than yours. You can look him In the face without shame to yourself, because your father was an honest man and your mother was his loyal, faithful wife. "You Have No Right to the Name of Gwynne." through her body from head to foot. She sat down again on the edge of the bed; a dark wave of color surging to her cheek and brow. "I am waiting," said her mother, after a moment. Her voice was steady. "It is your turn to speak, my child." "Mother," she began, a deep, full note in her voice, "I want you to let me sit in :y>ur lap, with your arms around me. Like when I wus a little girl." , . - Rachel lifted her eyes; and as the girl looked down into them the hardness of years melted away and they grew wondrous soft and gentle. "Is this your verdict?" she asked, solemnly. "Yes," was the simple response. . "You do not cast me out of your heart? . Remember, in the sight of man,„I am an evil woman." "You are my mother. You did not desert me. You would not leave me behind. You have loved me since the day I was born. You will never be an evil woman In rtiy eyes. Hold me In your lap, mother dear. I shall always feel safe then." Rachel's lips and chin quivered. . . . A long time afterward the girl gently disengaged herself' from the strong, tense embrace and rose to her feet. "You say that Kenneth hates yon." she said, "and you say that you do not blame him. Is it right and fair that he should hate you any more than I should hate his father?" "Yes." replied Rachel Carter. "It Is right and fair. I was his mother's best friend. His father did not betray his best friend, as I did, for my husband was dead. There Is a difference, nay child." Viola shook her head stubbornly. "I don't see why the woman must aiways be crucified and the man allowed to go his way--" "It is no use, Viola," Interrupted Rachel, rising. Her face had hardened again. "We cannot change the ways of the world." She crossed the room, but stopped with her hand on the dooriatch. Turning to ber daughter, she said: "Whatever Kenneth may think of me, he has the greatest respect and admiration for you. He bears no grudge against you. You must bear no grudge against him. You^nd he are children who have walked In darkness for twenty years, but now you have come to a place where there is light. See to it, Viola, that you are as fair to him as you would have him he to you. You stand on common ground with the Ught of understanding all about you. Do not turn your backs upon each other. Face one another. It Is the only way." Viola's eyes flashed. She lifted her chin. "I am not ashamed to look Kenneth Gwynne in the. face," said she, a certain crispness In her voice. Then, with a quick change to tenderness, "You are so tired, mother. Won't you lie down and sleep awhile?" "After I have eaten something. Come downstairs. .1 want to hear what happened here this morning. Kenneth told me very little and you have done nothing but ask questions of me." _ 7" "Did he tell you thitlie struck Barry Lapelle?'V ' "No.? "Or how near I came to shooting him?" . "Merciful heaven!" < "Well, I guess Barry won't rest till he has told the whole town what we are, and then we'll have to face something cruel, mother. But we will face it together." She put her arm about her pother's shoulders and they went down the narrow staircase together. "It will not cost me a single friend, Viola," remarked Rachel grimly. "1 have none to lose. But with you It will be different." , "We don't have to stay In the old town." said Viola bravely. The world is large. We can* move on. Just as we used to before we came here to live. Always moving on, we were." Rachel shook her head. They were at the bottom of the stairs. «I will not move on. This Is where I intend to live and die. The man I lived for Is up yonder in the graveyard. I will not go away and leave him now--not after all these years. But you. my child, you must move on. You have something else to live for. I have nothing. But I can hold my head up. even here. You will not find it so easy. You will--" "It will be as easy for me as it will for Kenneth Gwynne." broke In the girl. "Wait and see which one of us runs away first. It won't be me." "He will not go away and leave you," said Rachel Carter. Viola gave ber a quick, startled look. They were in the kitchen, however, before she spoke. Then it was to say: „ • "Now I understand why I have never been Able to think of him as my brother." That, and nothing more; there was an odd, almost frightened expression in her eyes. Later on they sat on the little front porch, where the older woman, with scant recourse to the graphic, narrated the story of Moll Hawk. Pnln and horror dwelt In Viola's wide, lovely eyes. ' - - "Oh, poor, poor Moll," she murmured at the end of the wretched tale. "She has never, known a mother's love, or a mother's care. She has never had a chance." * Then Rachel Carter said a strange thing. • "When all this Is pver and she is free, I Intend to offer her a home with me." 4 The girl stared, open-mouthed. "With you? Here with us?" > "You will not always be here with me," said her mother. " How can you say such a thing?" with honest indignation. Then quickly: "I know I planned to run off and leave you % little while ago. but that was before I came to know how much you need me." Rachel experienced one of her rare smiles. "And before you came to know Kenneth Gwynne," she said. No, my dear, the time is not far off when you will not need a mother. Moll Hawk needs one now. I shall try to be a mother to that hapless girl." Viola looked at her, the little line of perplexity deepening between her eyes. "Somehow It seems to me that I am just beginning to know my own mother," she said. * •X'>X*X*X*X*X<»X*X-;>X>X«8'X*X<'X*X«X<Ot*X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X'> Gave Lesson In Salesmanship Jimmy, the Bootblack, 8hows Youngrs How to Sell 8hine to Difficult Customer. ^faction of a duel. 1 seni him a challenge to fight Jt .out with pistols day and Kenneth Gwynne'can Say no more after tomorrow morning, lie is afraid than that." When sightseers alight from the Fifth avenue busses on Washington square and begin to look on the environs of Greenwich village, if they pause for a moment they are beset by a band of young boys offering to shine their shoes. These youngsters show promise of becoming ifuccessful business men some day. They never let up on a pedestrian until lie either succumbs to their demunds or else moves oft the square. Jimmy, n boy about ten years old. Is the leader of the crowd. An onlooker one day watched-"the others with their boxes gravitate around him and seek his advice. He determined to see their tactics with an obdurate patron. He sat down on one of the benches | near by where Jimmy was Industrious- I ly brushing a pair of shoes. He was ] not surprised when the boty finished j to see him head in his direction, though j •several boys had already been refused. '.'Shine, mister?" Jimmy asked, pausing and droppinig his box suggestively. "Nope, not today," he answered, looking out as though intensely interested in a ball game going on, a few feet away. A few minutes later'a string of boys started by him asking the same question. The visitor smiled and saw, glancing toward Jimmy, that the youngster was sending them around one at a time. Then he came back himself. "I'll only charge you a dime," he said. -:- -- ; 7 Nope.' shine 'em an' if you don't like the job I won't charge you nothing." - And Jimmy grinned and looked around smiling at the gang, several of whom crowded around him to see him do a very excellent job.--New York Sun and Globe. Forgot Part of Her. The housewife was busily engaged with the family washing one Monday morning when she saw ihe rent collector coming up the patn to the door. She Instructed her little son to answer the hell and tell the visitor that she hu^l gone out on an errand. Since the room offered no better hiding place, she crouched behind a clotheshor8e, on which the clothes were hanging to dry. The boy opene<£ the d«»or and told the tale, according to his mother's Instructions. When he had finished the visitor cast a sharp glance toward the screen of drying clothes and remarked "Well, my lad. Just tell your mother I called, and you might tell her that next time she goes down the street she would do better to take her feet with her.*' v News Prom the Settlement. Nothln' doln' since my last letter The weather was so bud people couldn't get ou* to raise Cain. We hear tell of a widow lady that came by parcel post. Queer things happen in these times. Yesterday a mule pulled an automobile out of the niud and ttygn kicked tt to pieces. In Love Afiafn. "You know, every time a man falls In love he feels like a new man." "Whereas he's simply the oid^m revamped 1"--Wayside Tales. i- '*-••• m. • "Well, ru do It for a nickel, than." "I don't need a shine, sonny." "Well, I teU you what TU dOw 111 tai.e.V'.' The mole, when deprived of food, starves to death in less than 48 houra. , Viola was alone on the porch when Kenneth came into view at the bend In the road. He had chuckled more than once after parting from the gambler; a mental vision of the inwardly agitated though outwardly bland Mr. Trentman making tracks as fast as his legs would carry him to warn Lapelle of "his peril afforded him no small amount of satisfaction. If be knew his man--and he thought i»e did--Barry would lose no time In shaking the dust of Lafayette from bis feet. The thought of that had sent his spirits up. He went even farther in his reflections and found himself hoping that Barry's flight might be 80^ precipitous that he would not have the opportunity to disclose his newfound information concerning Rachel Carter. He was nearlng his own gate before he saw Viola, seated on the porch. Involuntarily he slackened his pace. A sort of panic seized him. Was she waiting there to question him? He experienced a sudden overwhelming dismay. What was he to say to her? How was he to face the unhappy, stricken--but even-as he contemplated a cowardly retreat, she arose and came swiftly down the path. He groaned Inwardly. There was no escape." Now, as he hesitated, uncertainly at his own gate, his heart In his boots, she serenely beckoned to him. "I want to see you, Kenny," she called out. This was no stricken, unhappy creature who approached him. Her figure was proudly erect; she walked brisk ly; there was no trace of shame or humiliation in her face; If anything, she was far more at ease than he. "I want to thank you." she said calmly, "for. what you did this morning. Not only for what you did to him but for keeping me from shooting him." She held out her hand, but lowered it instantly when she saw that his own was rather significantly bidden inside the breast of his coat. A look of pain fluttered across her eyes. "Where Is your mother?" he asked iamely. She seemed to read his thoughts. "Mother and I have talked It all over, Kenneth. She has tolas«iqe everything." "Oh, you poor darling!" he crl< "Don't waste any sympathy on me,' she retorted, coldly. "I don't want It. Not from Robert GWynne's son at any rate." He was now looking at her steadily. "I see. You don't care for the breed, Is that It?" Kenny," she began, a solemn note In her voice, "there Is no reason why you and I should hurt each other. If I hurt you just now I am sorry. But I meant what I said. I do not wsnt the pity of Robert Gwynne's son any more than you want to be pitied by the daughter of Rachel Carter. We stand on even terms. I Just want you to know that my heart Is as stout as yours und that my pride is as strong." He bowed his head. "All my life I have thought of my father as a Samson who was betrayed by a Delilah. I have never allowed myself to think of him as anything but great and strong and good. I grew to man's estate still believing him to be the victim of an evil woman. I am not In the ordinary sense a fool and yet I have been utterly without the power to reason. My eyes have been opened,* Viola. I am seeing with a new vision. I have more to overlook, more to forgive In my father than you have In your mother. I speak plainly, because I hope this is, to be the last time we ever touch upon the subject. You, at least, have grown up to know the enduring love of a mother. She did not leave you behind. She was not altogether heartless. That Is all I com say, all I shall ever say, even to you, about my father." He spoke with such deep feeling and yet so simply that her heart was touched. A wistful look came Into her eyes. "1 am still bewildered by It all. Kenny," she vsald. "In the wink of an eye, everything is altered. I am not Viola Gwy®. I am Minda Carter. I am not your half-sister. You seem suddenly to have gone very far away from me. ft hurts me to feel that we can never be the same toward each other that we were even this morning. I had come to care for you as a brother. Now you are a stranger. I--I loved being your sister and--and treating you as if you were my brother. Now all that is over." She sighed' deeply. "Yes," he said gently, "all that la over for you, Viola. But I have known for many weeks that you are not my sister." "I bear no grudge against you," she said, meeting his gaze steadily. "My ; heart Is bitter toward^ the man I have always looked upon asTmy father. But It does not contain one drop of bitter, ness toward you. What matters If l-j have walked In darkness and you In" the light? We Were treading the same path all the timet Now we meet and know each other fbr what we really^ are. The path Is not wide enough for, lis to walk beside each otber without' our garments touching. Are we to turn back and walk the other way so that our unclean garments may not touch?" .• "For heaven's sake, Viola," he cried In pain, "what can' have put such a thought into your head? Hiave I ever said or done anything to cause you to think I--" "You must not forget that you can walk by yourself, Kenny. Your father is deaa. The world is kind enough to let the dead rest in peace. But^t gives no quarter to the living. My mother walks with me, Kenneth Gwynne. The world, when It knows, will throw stones at her. That means It will have to throw stones at me. She did not abandon me. I shall not abandon ber. She sinned"--here her lip trembled-- and she has been left to pay the pen. alty alone. It may sound strange to you, but my mother was also deserted by your father. God let him die. but I can't help feeling that it wasn't fair. It wasn't right for him to die and leave her to face this all alone." 'And you want to know where I stand in the matter?" v •It makes no difference, Kenny. I only want you to understand. I don't want t© lose you as a friend--I would like to have you stand up and take your share of the--" 'And that Is just what I Intend to do," he broke In. "We occupy strange positions, Viola. We are--shall I say birds of "ft feather? This had to come. Now that it has come and you know all that I know, are we to turn against each other because of what happened when we were babies? We have done no wrong. I love you, Viola--I began loving you before I found out you were not my half-sister. I will love you all my life. Now you know where I stand." She looked straight Into his eyes for a long time; In her own there was something that seemed to search his soul, something of wonder, something groping and intense as If her own soul was asking a grave, perplexing question. A faint, slow surge of color stole Into her face. "I must go in the house now," she said, a queer little flutter in her voice. "After dinner I am going down with mother to see Moll Hawk. 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