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CHAPTER JV.
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Housework Is a Burden
dd
A NORTH DAKOTA CASE
self-
REGIMENTAL COLORS IN PAWN
Texas Bag & Fibre Co.
Virginian
a sky as
Now Does Her Own Work.
Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegeta-
ble Compound Helped Her.
turf til
mood an eery
Why should
Once in a long time a married man
makes a specialty of doing things be
cause his wife says he mustn’t.
about such
one to ask
and
th*
that old bright
i written to the
And even as he
do not
In the
The
the
ned
the-
And
too.
day. A similar uncertainty attaches
to a pair of old colors of the 2d Bor-
der regiment, which were recovered
from a London pawn broker, who was
offering them for sale, by Lord Archi-
bald Campbell In 1888.
Four years later four colors which
had accompanied the Gloucester regi-
ment in Egypt and in th* peninsula
were recovered from a York pawn-
broker. It appeared that, having been
bequeathed by an old colonel of ths
regiment to his son, they were ulti-
mately secured by a servant, who, fall-
ing on evil times, pawned them for a
few shillings.
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just put a little of that wonderful res-
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of the money you threw away on tedi-
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doctors for nineteen years.
Resinol ointment and reslnol soap
also clear away pimples, blackheads,
and dandruff speedily and at little
cost. Sold by all druggists.—Adv.
myself
again.
that goes round and round and
back to the same point again
And it may be your fate to
Then perhaps you will cry
Odd Experiences of British Emblems
Once Greatly Prized by Those
Who Carried Thom.
It’s hard enough to keep house if in
perfect health, but a woman who is
weak, tired and suffering from an aching
back has a heavy burden.
Any woman in this condition has good
cause to suspect kidney trouble, especial-
ly if the kidney action seems disordered.
Doan's Kidney Pills have cured thou-
sands of suffering women. It's the best
recommended special kidney remedy.
The discovery of the long lost colors
of the old 50th regiment in the garden
of Funtlngton house, near. Chichester,
Is a reminder of th* strange fates that
have befallen so many of these glor-
ious military emblems, London Tit-
Bits remarks. The colors of the 81st
foot—since disbanded—were captured
by American pirates during the war
of independence and hidden away in
Ireland; the colors of the 20th regi-
ment were deliberately burnt prior to
the surrender at Saratoga to prevent
their capture by the enemy.
At Bergen-op-Zoom the Royal Scots,
to save their precious colors from fall-
ing into French hands, sank them
deep in the river, though the enemy
later flshed them out; and when the
second battalion of the 8th foot was
disbanded at Portsmouth in 1816 the
colors were cut into small pieces and
distributed among the officers.
One of the colors of the 1st North-
amptonshire regiment, which had been
carried right through the peninsular
campaign, was discovered some year*
ago In a pawn broker’s shop, though
how It got there is a mystery to this
Wood I* Made Fireproof.
It is said that the Metropolitan raft
way has fireproofed all its rolling
stock without the elimination oi
woodwork and the structural and de*
orative advantages which woodwork
affords. The method of fireproofing is
the same as that now being employed
by the admiralty. This consists of
the impregnation of the pores and fi-
bers of the wood with chemicals such
as render the wood absolutely flame-
proof. Wood so treated is said to loss
none of Its natural characteristics,
and has no harmful effect upon glues,
nails, varnishes or metal fittings with
which it may be brought into erwt****,
—Railway Tims*. London.
and turn the
golden planta-
"John, you will not have forgotten
that you are a Valiant. But you are
also a Virginian. Will you have dis-
covered this for yourself? Here is the
deed to the land where I and my
father, and hie father, and many, many
more Valiants before them were born.
Sometime, perhaps, you will know why
you are John Valiant of New York in-
stead of John Valiant of Damory
Court. I can not tell you myself, be-
cause it Is too true a story, and I have
forgotten how to tell any but fairy
tales, where everything happens right,
where the Prince marries the beautiful
Princess and they live happily to-
gether ever after.
Was the First to Recover. “You
Did Look &o Funny!"
He tore open the letters abstracted-
ly: th* usual dinner-card or two, a
tailor's spring announcement, a
chronic serial from an exclamatory
marble-quarrying company, a quarterly
statement of a club house-committee.
The last two missives bore a nonde-
script look.
On* was small, with the name of
a legal firm in it* corner. The other
was largish, corpulent and heavy, of
stout Manila paper, and bore, down
on* side, a gaudy procession of post-
age stamp* proclaiming that it had
been registered.
“What's in that, I wonder?’’ he said
to himself, and
HEAL YOUR ITCHING
SKIN WITH RESINOL
FJL a Long Tim* John Valiant Sat
FMotlonleaa, th* Op*n*d Latter In
<4HI* Hand, Staring at Nothing.
the unmasculln* speculation, opened
Che smaller envelope.
“Dear Sir,“ began the letter, in the
tnoat uncompromisingly conventional
of typewriting;
“Dear Sir:
“Enclosed please find, with title-
load. a memorandum opened in your
name by the late John Valiant some
years before his death. It was hl*
desire that the service* indicated in
connection with this estate should con-
tinue till this date. We hand you
herewith our check for $236.20 (two
hundred and thirty-six dollar* and
twenty cents), the balance In your fa-
vor, for which please send receipt,
“And oblige,
“Yours v^ry truly,
“Emerson and Ball”
“t Enclosure)
tie turned to the memorandum It
showed a sizable initial deposit again*'
which was entered a series of annual
The Particular Person.
Pompous Stranger—Call me a taxi,
please.
Careful Citizen—Cab or dermist?—
Indianapolis Star.
An instant he gazed, all
of his
In the mom-
wm all worn
My back was
and I had
pains when I
-the curse
uhen we took
beg
“I didn't
I was—I was talking to the
through every tortured crevic* of hi*
impatient frame. Like steel from flint
it struck out a crisp oath that brought
an answering bovine snort from the
fence-corner.
Worming like a lizard to freedom,
hl* eye* puckered shut with the
wretched pang, John Valiant sat up
and shook his grimy fist in the air.
“You siily loafing idiot!” he cried.
“Thump your own crazy-bone and see
how you like It! You—oh. lord!"
His arm dropped, and a flush spread
over his face to the brow. For his
eyes had opened. He was gesturing
not at the bull but at a girl, who
fronted him beside the road, haughti-
ness in the very hue of her gray-blue
linen walking suit and, in the clear-
cut cameo face ue-der her felt cavalry
hat, myrtle-blue eyes that held a
smolder of mingled astonishment and
Indignation,
the muscles
chagrin.
WOMAN COULD
NOT SIT UP
CHAPTER III.—Continued.
To be outside! All that light and
color and oomfort and pleasure would
bum and sparkle on just the same,
though he was no longer within the
circle of its effulgence—slaving per-
haps, he thought with a twisted smile,
at some tawdry occupation that called
for no experience, to pay for a meal
In some second-rate restaurant and a
pallet In some shabby-genteel, hall
bedroom, till his clothes were replaced
by 111-fltting “hand-me-downs"—till by
wretched gradations he arrived finally
at the status of the dime seat in the
gallery and flve-cent cigars!
There was one way back. It lay
through the hackneyed gateway of
marriage. Youth, comeliness and fine
linen. In the world he knew, were a
fair exchange for wealth any day.
“Cutlet for cutlet"—the satiric phrase
ran through his mind. Why not?
Other* did so. And as for himself. It
perhaps need be no question of plain
and spinetered million*—there was
Katharine Fargo!
In his heart John Valiant was aware,
by those subtle signs which men and
women alike distinguish, that while
Katharine Fargo loved first and fore-
most her own wonderful person,
had been an easy second in her
gard.
John Valiant looked down at
bulldog squatted on the floor, his eyes
Shining in the dimness. A little hot
ripple had run over him. “Not on
your life. Chum!" he said. “No shame-
less barter! There must be other
things besides money and social posi-
tion Ln this doddering old world, after
all! We're going to begin something
for ourselves, if it's only raising cab-
bages! And we're going to stand it
without any baby-aching
never held our noses
our castor-oil!”
It was folded down,
page. Finis had been
rose-colored chapter. .
told himself, he was conscious of a
new rugged something that bad been
slowly dawning within him, a sense of
courage, even of zest, and a furious
hatred of the self-pity that had
wrenched him even for a moment.
He turned from the window, picked
up his letters, and followed by the dog,
went slowly up ano'ther flight to his
room.
tax paymenu with minor disburse-
ment* credited to “inspection and
car*." The tax receipt* wer* pinned
to the account.
The larger wrapper contained an un-
sealed envelope, across which waa
written In faded Ink and in an unfa-
miliar dashing, slanting handwriting,
his own name. The envelope con-
tained a creased yellow parchment,
from between whose folds there
clumped and fluttered down upon the
floor a long flattlsh object wrapiwd
in a paper, a newspaper clipping aud
a letter.
Puzzled he unfolded the crackling
thing in his hands. “Why," he said
hs.lf aloud, “it's—it's a deed made over
to me.” He overran it swiftly. "Part
of an old Colony grant • • • a
plantation In Virginia, twelve bun-
dled odd acres, given under the hand
of a vice-regal governor In the six-
teenth century. I had no idea titles
in the United States went back so far
an that!" His eye fled to the end.
“It was my father's! What could he
hiive wanted of an estate in Virginia?
It must have come into bis band* in
ti e course of business."
He picked up the newspaper clip-
ping. It was worn and broken in the
fclds as if it had been carried for
months in a pocketbook.
"It will interest readers of this sec-
tion of Virginia (the paragraph be-
gan) to learn, from a recent transfer
received for record at the County
C.erks office, that Damory Court has
passed to Mr. John Valiant, minor—”
He turned the paper over and found
a date; it had been printed in the year
of the transfer to himself, when he
was six years old—the year his father
had died.
"—John Valiant, minor, the
the former owner.
“There are few indeed who
recall the tragedy with which
public mind the estate is connected.
The fact, moreover, that this old home-
stead has been left in its present state
(for, as is well known, the house has
remained with all its contents and fur-
nishings untouched) to rest during so
long a term of years unoccupied, could
not, of course, fail to be commented
on, and thia circumstance alone has
perhaps tended to keep alive a melan-
choly story which may well be for-
gotten.”
He read the elaborate, rather stilted
phraseology in the twenty-year-old pa-
per with a wondering interest. “An
old house,” he mused, “with a bad
name. Probably he couldn’t sell it,
and maybe nobody would ever live in
IL That would explain why it re-
mained so long unoccupied—why ther*
are no records of rentals. Probably
the land was starved and run down.
“It's an off-set to the hall-bedroom
Idea, at any rate," he said to himself
humorously. "It bolds out an escape
from the noble army of rent-payers.
When my twenty-eight hundred Is
gone, I could live down there a landed
proprietor, and by the same mark an
honorary colonel, and raise the cab-
bages I was talking about—eh, Chum?
—while you stalk rabbits. How does
that strike yon?”
He laughed whimsically. He, John
Valiant, of New York, first-nighter at
its theater*, ball-fellow-well-met In Its
club corridors and welcome diner at
any one of a hundred brilliant glass-
and-ellver-twlnkling supper tables, en-
tombed on the wreck of a Virginia
plantation, a would-be country gentle-
man, on an automobile and next to
nothing a year!
He bethought himself of the fallen
letter and possessed himself cf it
quickly. It lay with the superscrip-
tion side dowq. On it was written, In
the same hand which had addressed
the other envelope:
For my son, John Valiant,
When he reaches the age of twenty-
five.
That, then, had been written by hit
father—and he had died nearly twenty
year* ago! He broke the seal with a
strange feeling a* If, walking In some
familiar thoroughfare, he had stum-
bled on a lichened and sunken tomb-
stone.
“When you read this, my son, you
will have com* to man s estate. It 1*
curious to think that this black, black
Ink may be faded to gray and thia
white, white paper yellowed, just from
lying waiting so long. But strangest
of all Is to think that you yourself
whose brown head hardly top* thl*
desk, will b* a* tall (I hop*) a* I!
How I wonder what you will look like
theh! And shall I—the real, real I, I
mean—be peering over your strong
broad shoulder as you read? Who
know*? Wise men have dreamed such
a thing possible—and I am not a bit
wise.
A Valiant of Virginia.
For a long time John Valiant
motionless, the opened tetter In
hand, staring at nothing. He had
sensation, spiritually, of a traveler
awakened with a rude shock amid
wholly unfamiliar surroundings.
He was trying to remember—to put
two and two together. His father had
been Southerwborn; yea, he had
known that But he had known noth-
ing whatever of his father** early days,
or of his forebears; since he had been
old enough to wonder
things, he had had no
questions of.
Phrases of the letter
his mind
like.”—Mrs. Rena Bowman, 161S. 10th
Street, Ironton, Ohio.
Why will women continue to suffer
day in and day out and drag out a sickly,
half-hearted existence, missing three-
fourths of the joy of living, when they
can find health in Lydia E. Pinkham’s
Vegetable Compound?
If you have the slightest doubt
that Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegeta-
ble Coni pound will help you,write
to Lydia E.Pinkham Medicine Co.
(confidential) Lynn, Mass^flor ad-
vice. Your letter will be opened,
read and answered by a woman
and held in strict confidence.
"You may never care to live at
Damory Court. Maybe the life you
will know so well by the time you
read this will have welded you to It-
self. If so, well and good. Then leave
the old place to your son. But there is
such a thing as racial habit, and the
call of blood,
such a thing,
man carries
band about
Moslem put It
go away, and
tance is not
that I
Court
wheel
comes
and again
go back.
(but, oh. not on the old white bear's
skin rug—never again with me holding
your small, small baud!)—
“ 'Wlshing-House! Wishlng-House!
Where are you?'
“And this old pajvhment deed will
answer—
'"Here I am, Master; here I am!’
“Ah, we are only children, after all,
playing out our play?. I have
many toys, but O John, John!
ones 1 treasure moat are all in
Never-Never Land!”
ran through
Sometime, perhaps, you
will know why you are John Valiant
of New York instead of John Valiant
of Damory Court • • • I cannot
tell you myself.” There was some
tragedy, then, that had blighted the
place, some “melancholy story,” as the
clipping put It.
He bent over the deed spread out
upon the table, following with his fin-
ger the long line of transfers: ’’ 'To
John Valyante.,"’ he muttered; “what
odd spelling! 'Robert Valyant'—with-
out the '*.’ Here, In 1730, the ‘y’ be-
gins to be 1.' ” There was something
strenuous and appealing In the long
line of dates. “Valiant. Always a Va-
liant. How they held on to It! There's
never a break."
A curious pride, new-born and
conscious, was dawning in him.
was descended from ancestors
had been no weaklings. A Valiant bad
settled on those acres under a royal
governor, before the old frontier
fighting was over and the Indians
had sullenly retired to the westward.
The sons of those who had braved
sea and savages had bowed their
strong bodies and their stronger hearts
to raz* th* forests i
primeval jungles Into
tlona.
There stole Into his
suggestion of Intention,
the date assigned for that deed’s de-
livery have been the rery day on
which he had elected poverty? Here
was a foreordlnatlon as pointed as th*
index-finger of a guide-post * 'Every
man carries hl* fate,’ ” he repeated,
" ‘on a riband about hi* ne k.' Chum,
do you believe In fate?"
For answer the bulldog, cocking an
alert eye on hl* master, discontinued
his occupation—a conscientious if un-
successful mastication of the flattlsh
packet that had fallen from the folded
deed—and with much solicitous tail-
wagging, brought the sodden thing In
his mouth and put it Into the out-
stretched hand.
His master unrolled the pulpy wad
and extricated the object it had en-
closed—an old-fashioned Iron door-key.
FALLS COUNTY LANDS
■ale In tract* of *11 alm. Writ* n* tor hill aartlon-
lai*. rarnuo-wiLuaMM bultt co., *utuk,nx*i
Into his pocket, and rising, went to a
trunk that lay against the wall.
Searching in a portfolio, he took out
a small old-fashioned photograph,
much battered and soiled. It had been
cut from a larger group and the name
of the photographer had been erased
from the back. He set It upright on
the desk, and bending forward, looked
long at the face it disclosed. It was
the only picture he had ever possessed
of his father.
He turned and looked Into the glass
above the dresser. The features were
the same, eyes, brow, lips, and strong
waving hair. But for Its time-stains
t^ie photograph might have
of himself, taken yesterday.
yan
the
On the Red Road.
The green, mid-May
afternoon was arched with
blue as the tiles of the Temple of
Heaven and steeped in a wash of sun-
light as yellow as gold. Nothing In all
the springy landscape but looked
warm and opalescent and Inviting—ex-
cept a tawny bull that from across a
barred fence-corner switched a trucu-
lent tail in silence and glowered sul-
lenly at the big motor halted motion-
less at the side of the twisting road.
Curled worm-like in the driver’s
seat, with his chin on his knees, John
Valiant sat with his eyes upon the
distance. For an kour he had whirred
through that wondrous shimmer of
color with a flippant loitering breeze
in his face, sweet from the crimson
clover that poured and rooted over the
roadside.
“Chum, old man," said Valiant, with
his arm about the bulldog’s neck, “if
those color-photograph chaps had
shown us this, we simply wouldn’t
have believed it, would we? Such
scenery beats the roads we're used to,
what?” He wound his strong fingers
in a choking grip in the scruff of the
white neck, as a chipmunk chattered
by on the low ktone wall. “No, you
don’t you cannibal! He’s a jolly lit-
tle beggar, and he doesn't deserve be-
ing eaten!”
He filled his briar-wood pipe and
drew in great breaths of the fragrant
Incense. “What a pity you don't
smoke. Chum; you miss such a lot!”
After a time he shook himself and
knocked the red core from the pipe-
bowl against his boot-heel. "I hate to
start." he confessed, half to the dog
and half to himself. "To leave any-
thing so sheerly beautiful as this!
However, on with the dance! By the
road map the village can’t be far now.
So long, Mr. Bull!"
He clutched the self starter. But
there was only a protestant wheeze;
the car declined to budge. Climbing
down, he cranked vigorously. The
motor turned over with a surly grunt
of remonstrance and after a tentative
throb-throb, coughed and stopped dead.
Something was wrong. With a sigh
he flung off his tweed jacket, donned a
smudgy “jumper," opened his tool-box,
and, with a glance at his wrist-watch
which told him it was three o'clock,
threw up the monster’s hood and went
bitterly to work.
At half past three the Investigation
had got as far as the lubricator. At
four o’clock the bulldog had given It
up and gone nosing afield. At half
past four John Valiant lay flat on his
back, like some disreputable stevadore,
alternately tinkering with refractory
valves and cursing the obdurate
mechanism. A sharp stone gnawed
frenzledly into the small of his back
and just as he made a final vicious
lunge, something gave way and a
prickling red-hot stab of pain shot zig-
zagging from his smitten crazj*bone
pardon,” he stam-
see you. I really
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The
mered.
didn’t
bull.”
The girl had been glancing from the
flushed face to the thistly fence-corner,
while the startled dignity of her feat-
ures warred with an unmistakable ten-
dency to mirth. He had struggled to
his feet, nursing his bruised elbow,
irritably conscious of his resemblance
to an emerging chimney-sweep. “I
don’t habitually swear," he said, “but
I'd got to the point when something
had to explode."
“Oh,” she said, "don’t mind me!"
Then mirth conquered and she broke
forth suddenly into a laugh that
seemed to set the whole place aquiver
with a musical contagion. They both
laughed in concert, while the bull
pawed the ground and sent forth a
rumbling bellow of affront and chal-
lenge.
She was the first to recover. “You
did look so funny!" she gasped.
"I can believe it," he agreed, mak-
ing a vicious dab at his smudged el-
bow. "The possibilities of a motor for
comedy are simply stupendous.”
She came closer and looked curious-
ly at the quiescent monster—at the
steamer-trunk strapped on the carrier
and the bulging portmanteau peeping
over the side of the tonneau. “Is it
broken?”
“Merely on strike, I Imagine,
we far from the village?”
“About a mile and a half."
"I'll have to have it towed after me.
The Immediate point is my traps. I
wonder if there is likely to be a team
passing."
“I'm afraid it's not too certain." an-
swered the girl, and now he noted th*
liquid modulation, with its slightly
questioning accent, charmingly South-
ern. “There is no livery, but there is
a negro who meets the train some-
times. I can send him if you like."
"You're very good,” said Valiant, as
she turned away, "and I’ll be enor-
mously obliged. Oh—and if you see •
white dog. don’t be frightened if he
tries to follow you. He’s perfectly
kind.”
She looked back momentarily.
"He—he always follows people h*
likes, you see—”
"Thank you,” she said. The tone
had now a hint—small, yet percepti-
ble—of aloofness. "I’m not in the least
afraid of dogs." And with a little nod,
she swung briskly on up the Red Road.
John Valiant stood staring after her
till she had passed from view around
a curve. “Oh, gldry!" be muttered.
"To begin by shaking your fist at her
and end by making her wonder if you
aren't trying to be fresh! You poor,
profane, floundering dolt!"
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
I know there Is
as fate. ‘Every
fate on a ri-
neck;' so the
was my fate to
I know now—since dis-
made by miles alone—
shall never see Damory
But life is a strange
We Buy
Second Hand
SACKS
Valiant, a rich society favorite,
enly discovers that the Valiant cor-
poration. which his father founded and
which wap the principal source of his
wealth, has failed. He voluntarily turns
over his private fortune to the receiver
Cor the corporation.
Mrs. C. J. Tyler.
Cando. N. Dw says:
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time.
Ing I
out.
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Daughter Helped Also.
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was thirteen year* old. She was in
school and was a nervous wreck, and
could not sleep nights. Now she look*
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Stump, T. R. The Nocona News. (Nocona, Tex.), Vol. 9, No. 47, Ed. 1 Friday, May 1, 1914, newspaper, May 1, 1914; Nocona, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth1209756/m1/3/?q=%22%22~1: accessed July 16, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Friends of the Nocona Public Library.