The Fighting
Ctiaoce.
t By
ROBERT VY.
CHAMBERS.
IV-pynslil, !, by Kobwl W, Curat), nt.
! wondi-r if you know Howard
yurrir." she Bald.
After a Htud's besttatiou be re-plU-d:
"Yes. a little. Everybody doe.
"You do know bltuV
"Only at tin- elub."
"Ob. the Lnur
."The I.euiti and tbe latrons."
Preoccupied, drhiug with careless,
almost luattcutlre, perfection, ah
She U-mu to renllxe that site k
little afrr.M of t,uarr:er' opinions,
and lit opinions were always Judg
ments. However. Grace Ferrall had
thought it proper to ak him. nnd that
meant aorta! Htwidotlon. A far at
that went. Kb abut was perfectly ready
to a ! -solve h'm If he needed It.
"1 wiik "wondering" be mid. looking
:ip t'i eiK'oiinter her clear eyes, "whim
thoi ffht idly of bir twenty-three year, j li-me that la over there.'
Woudcring bow life could have pased
a tjulckly, leaving tier already strand
ed ou the shoal of an eTigitf'in ut to
marry Howard yuariier. Then her
ttuiiiclits. errant, wandered Imlf the
rld over Ix'fore they returned to SI
ward. a. id v. beu at leutfib they did.
nd, uieuuliii; to l elvll, tihe spoke
aaiii of his aeuiiulntanee with Qunr
rl'T at the PntroouM club, the -lib lt-
aclf lieiiitf KtithVlciit to settle SShvard"
latUK iu eer.v t oiiiuiuiiit.v.
"I'm trylua to remember wliut It is
1 linve beard about you." she oontln
ed amiMlily. "Yni are'
Ah oild expression In bis eyes ar
reted her long eumijrb to note their
color aud expression, and she eon
tinned pleasantly: "You are Stephen
Si ward, are you not? You . see, I
know your uaiw perfectly well. Her
straight brows contracted a trifle. She
rove on, tts compressed, following
fen elusive train of thought whkb
aijtiel.v, persistently, coupled hla name
a 1th something Indefinitely nnpleas-
twt. And she could not reconcile this
ith bis appearance. However, th
,.:lu of unlinked Ideas which aha pur
red liegan to form the semblance of
p chain. Coupling his name with Qunr
flcr's and with a club aroused uie in -
cry. Vagiie uneasiness stirred ber to
glimmering comprehension. Siward
Sicpheu Siward? One of the New York
f i wards then one of that race
Nui'deuly the truth flashed upou ber
-the crude truth, lacking definite de-
5s
'Iteverly Plunk's shooting box. Itlack
Fella." e replied, nodding toward the
vast pile of tl:i-khh rocks agnlnHt the
-iky. upon which sprawled a heavy
Ktone house Infested with chimney.
"Plank? Oh. yes."
lie smiled to reineiutier the batter
lug blow rained iiKn the rampart
of aoclety by the master of Blnrk
Pell.
But the anille faded, and. K'ancln
at bltn, the girl was surprised to sea
the autitle change In his face tha
white, worn look, then the listless apa
thy, which all at ouce to ber hinted
of somethluff graver than preoccupa
tion. that ShotWr noune?" be asked
s they came to the crest of the hillock
tK fween them aud the sea.
"At Hist. Mr. Siward." she said luock
lugly. "an. I uow your troubles are
nearly ended."
"And yours. Mlas Landis?"
"I don't Ljiow." she murmured to her
self, thinking of the telegram with
the faintest misgiving.
Theory bnd .almost decided ber to
answer Mr. Quarrler's suggestion with
a "Yes." However, be was coming
from the lakes In a day or two. She
would decide definitely when she bad
discussed the matter with him.
1 wish that 1 owuad this dog." ob
served Siward as the phaeton entered
the macadamized drive.
I wish so, too." she said, "but be
belongs to Mr. Quarrler."
w hisper"!; "ti'otcb or IrUb, air?" then physical! bitby, Biutally uua
set tha crjital paraphernalia at bla wakatisd, sentimentally lucrsdulooa,
citxiw. . tuully luaiaut of any tuaatar paaaloa
ll said something alsuit tba salt and conventionally drilled, ber beauty
air casually. The girl gawd medlta- and sweet temper bad carried ber
lively nt space.
The sound of wbeela on Ibe gravel
outside aroused ber from a slleuca
whlrlt bad Uh uiie a brown study, aud
to Siward presently she said. "lUra
endeth our llrnt reudeivoua."
Theu let ua arrange another Ira-
lly on lb frothy crest of bur Orel
sou over the sltglbla and Ineligible
alike, leaving ber at Iaoi a rathe
tired and brvathlesa girl iu lo.s w Ub
plviisur aud the world bkb trvatvd
I but so well,
The death of ber mother abroad bad
mediately." be aald, stirring tha ice la made little lioprvitatuu upon ber, ber
hi glaa, ( utule, Major Uelnether( basing carvd
I ne girl fliNHUfmi oiiu who eperw-
for li;T since tier father a death, when
kite was ten year old. Ho, allhougb
the scandal of bwr mothers self exile
bad been iu a ii.imniire voudoned by
tartly marriage to tha man for whom
she bad left everything, ber daughter
bnd g.-owu up Ignornut of any partic
ular feel mg for a mother aha eould
scarcely remember.
However, she wot black aud went
nowhere for the secoud winter, during
whl. h (hue she learned a great deal
coiiierulug 'be unconveulloual p-ocllv
Itle of the vrotnou of ber ntc aud
fauilly. euo 'gb to Impress ber so soli
l ously that ou an exaggerated Impulse
she bad come lo one of ber character
Intl. decisions.
That decl ioii as to break the uu
wi .ory record at the JJrst Justlttable
opportunity, aud the opportunity cam
Iu the sha)e of Quarrler- as though
wedlock were actually the sanctuary
which uu alarmed nation pretends It
to bet
Now, approaching the threshold of a
third and last season ami having put
away her almost meaningless uiourn-
lls feet at once, so carelessly, o good ng. there bad stolen luto her sense of
humoredly acipilescent that without I aecurltT sometbliiit Irksome In the
ny rease at all she hesitated, aroiulsa abe bad made to give Quarrkr
1 had meant to abow you abj. j , d,)flnl muttW9, tefora winter.
the cliffs, the kennel aud stables. Cm j Perhaps It had beeu the lack of lit
sorry." she coucluded. lingering. terest In the people at Shotover, er-
Pm awfully sorry." he rejoined with- bapa a mental review of ber ancestors'
ot.t uicaulug anything In particular. ' capricious records, perhaps a cbarac-
Tbat waa the troutile -whatever be said terlstlc impulse tbat bad directed a
apparautly meant so much. ! telegram to Quarrler after a midnight
With the agreeable sensation of be-1 confab with Grace Ferrall.
latlve eye. "I shouldn't exactly kno
what to da with you for the next hour
If I dldu't abandon yon."
"Wbj Ut.licr to do anything with
me? Why even give yourself the
trouble of deserting uie? That solves
tb problem."
"I really don't mean that you are a
problem to uie, Mr. Siward." she said,
amused. "1 uieau that I am going to
drive agalu."
I see."
No; you dout see at all. There's a
tele-mim. I'm not driving for pleasure."
Hie had not meant that either, and It
iiuuoyed ber tbat she had expressed
herself Iu s'icb terms. A a matter of
fact, at tha telegraphed request of air.
Quarrler she was going to Illuek Fells
Crossing to meet bis train from the
taken and drive him back to Bhotover.
The drive, therefore, waa, of course, a
drive for pleasure.
I see." repeated Siward amiably.
Perhaps you do." she observed, ris
ing to ber graceful height. He was oa
TWO
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A
Stephen Siward.
tail, lacking circumstance and color
and atmosphere merely the raw and
ugly truth.
Had he looked at her, and he did
once, he could have seen only the un
rufflea and very sweet profile of a
young girl. Composure was one of the
. ii 1 -.i at. a had laafnail waa f vrhan
she chose.
"Miss Landis," he said.
"Mr. Siward?" very gently. It was
ber way to be gentle when generous.
' "I think," he said, "that you are be
ginning to remember where you may
have heard my name."
"Yes, a little." She looked at him
with the direct gaze of a child, but the
lovely eyes were troubled. His smile
was not very genuine, but he met her
ga::e steadily enough.
"It was rather nice of Mrs. Ferrall
to ask me," he said "after the mess I
made of things last spring." '
"Grace Ferrall Is a dear," she re- :
plied.
After a moment he ventured, "I sup
pose you saw it in the papers."
"I think so. I had completely forgot
ten it. Your name seemed to"
"I see." Then listlessly, "I couldn't i
have ventured to remind you that I
that perhaps you might not care to be I
ao amiable" s j
"Mr. Siward," she said Impulsively, j
"you are nice to me! Why shouldn't (
I be amiable? It was it was I've ;
forgotten just bow dreadfully you did
behave "
"Pretty badly."
"Very."
"They say so."
"And what Is your opinion, Mr. Si
ward?"
"Oh, I ought to have known better.'
Something about him reminded her of
a bad small boy, and suddenly, in spite
of her better sense, in spite of her In
stinctive caution, she found herself on
the very verge of laughter. What was
It in the man that disarmed and invited
a confidence scarcely Justified, It ap
peared? What was it now that moved
ber to overlook what few overlook, not
the fault but Its publicity? Was It his
agreeable bearing, bis pleasant badi
nage, bis amiably listless moments of
preoccupation, bis youth, that appealed
to her, aroused her charity, ber gener
osity, her curiosity?
And had other people continued to
accept him too? What would Quarrler
Cilnk,. aL bin. any fine- aX Slintmar?
HOUSE of native stone built
Into and among weather scar
red rocks, one massive wing
butting seaward, others nos
Ing north aud miuth among cedars aud
outcropping Isdgea, the whole silver
gray mass of masonry reddening under
a wesie:i;:g sun, every dormer, every
leaded diamond pane aflame this was
Shotover as Siward first beheld It.
As the phaeton drew up under a pll
Iared porte cochere one or two servants
appeared. A rather imposing specimen
bowed them through the doors into the
hall, where In a wide chimney place
the embers of a drift wood fire glim
trsered like a heap of dusty Jewels
Bars of sunlight slanted on wall and
rug, on stone floor and carved stal.--
cu::e, on the bronze foliations of the
railed rrallary n'.'ovo. where, la the
golden gloom through a high window,
Bun tipped treetops against a sky of
azure stirred like burnished foliage in
a tapestry.
'There is nobody here, of course,"
observed Mb Landis to Siward as
they halted in front of the fireplace.
"The season opens today in this coun
ty, you see" she shrugged her pretty
shoulders "and the women who don't
shoot make the first field luncheon a
! function."
I She turned, nodded her adieus, then,
i over her shoulder casually, "If you
! haven't an appointment with the sand
! man before dinner you may find me
In the gunroom."
"I'll be there In about three min
utes," he said. "And what about this
dog?" looking down at the Sagamore
pup, who stood before him wagging,
attentive, always the gentleman to the
tips of hist toes.
Miss Landis laughed. "Take him to
your room If you like. Dogs have the
run of the house."
So he followed a servant to the floor
above, where a smiling and very orna
mental, muid preceded him through
corridor and into that heavy wing of
the house which fronted the sea.
"Tea Is served in the gunroom, sir,
said the pretty maid and disappeared
to give place to a melancholy and si
lent young man, who turned on the
bath, laid out fresh raiment and, whis
pering "Scotch or Irish, sir?" present
ly effaced himself.
Before be quenched his own thirst
Siward filled a bowl and set it on the
floor, and it seemed as though the dog
would lever finish gulping and slab
bering In the limpid Icy water.
"It's the salt air, my boy." comment
ed the young man, gravely refilling
hi.- own glass as though accepting the
excuse ou his own account
Then man and beast completed ab
lutions and grooming and filed out
through the wide corridor, around the
gallery and down the broad stairway
to the gunroom, an oaken vaulted
place Illuminated by the sun, whene
mellow lights sparkled on glass cased
rows of fowling pieces and rifles, oa
the polished antlers of shaggy moos
beads.
Mis Landis sat curled up in a cush
ioned corner under the open casement
panes offering herself a cup of tea.
She looked up, nodding Invitation. He
fojUii & place beside ber A. servant;
ig regretted she leisurely gloved her
self, thou walked through the gunroom
aud hall. SI want strolling beside her.
The dog followed them aa they turn
ed toward th door aud passed out
across the terraced verauda to the
driveway, where a tnndeui cart was
drawn up, faultlessly appointed. Quar
rler's mania was tandem. She thought
It rather nlcesf ber to remember this
Sbe Inspected tbe ensemble without
risible Interest for a few moments.
The wind freshened from the sea, flut
tering ber veil, and she turned towurd
tbe east to face it. In the golden
splendor of declining day tbe wbite
sails of yachts crowded landward ou
the last leg before beatiug westward
Into Blue harbor. A tsiunll white
cr.:ier steaming south left a mile long
stratum of rose tinted smoke bunging
parallel to the horizon's plane. The
westering sun struck sparks from ber
bright work.
They bad turned their backs to the
taudeni. The grooms looked after
them, standing motionless at tbe
horses' heads.
"Mr. Siward, this is too fine to miss,"
she suld. "I will walk as far as the
headland with you. Please smoke If
you care to."
The breeze blown conversation be
came fragmentary, veering as caprl
clously as the purple wind flaws tbat
spread across the shoals. " But always
to ber question or comment she found
In his, response the charm of fresbrrcss,
of quick Intelligence or of a humorous
and idle perversity which stimulates
without denuinding.
Once, glancing back at the bouse
where the T cart and horses stood, she
said that she had better return, or per
haps she only thought she said it, for
he made uo response that time, and a
few moments later they reached the
headland, and the Atlantic lay below,
flowing azure from horizon to horizon
under a universe of depthless blue.
And for a long while neither spoke.
With her tbe spell endured until con
science began to stir. Then she awoke,
uneasy, as .always, under the shadow of
restraint or pressure until her eyes
fell on him and lingered.
A subtle change bad come into his
fac?. Its leanness struck her for the
first time that and an utter detach
ment from his surroundings, a somber
oblivion to everything and to her.
How curiously had his face altered!
How shadowy It bad grown, effacing
the charm of youth in It!
Tbe slight amusement with which
sbe had become conscious of her own
personal exclusion grew to an interest
tinged with curiosity.
The Interest continued, but when his
silence became irksome to her she said
so very frankly. His absent eyes, still
clouded, met bers unsmiling. '
"I was thinking of men 1 knew for
example, a man who through genera
tions has Inherited every impulse and
desire that he should not harbor; a
man with intellect enough to be aware
of It, with decency enough to desire
decency. What chance has he with
the storms which have been brewing
for him even before he opened his eyes
on earth? Is that a square deal?"
The troubled concentration of her
face was reflected now in his own.
The wind came whipping and flicking
at them from league wide tossing
wastes. The steady thunder of the
sea accented the silence.
Turning to the sea, be had become
engrossed In his own thoughts again,
and again she was first curious,, then
Impatient at the ease with which be
excluded ber. She remembered, too,
that tbe cart was waiting; that aha
hud scarcely time now to make tbe
train.
She stood irresolute, Inert, disin
clined to bestir herself. An Inborn
aptitude for drifting, which threatened
to become a talent for Indecision had
alwavs alternated in her with sudden '
lmnulsiva conclusions and when her 'and
However It may have been, sb bad
summoned hint. And now be was pn
bis way to get bis answer, tb best
whip, tb most eagerly discussed and
on of tb wealthiest unmarried men
Iu America.
Lingering Irresolutely, considering
with id! eves th shadow lengthen
ing across th sun shot moorlandthe
Bound of Slward's even voice aroused
her from a meditation bordering ou
lassitude.
She answered vaguely. He spoke
again, all tbe agreeable, gentle, hu
morous charm dominant once more, re- ,
leasing her from the growing tension ,
of ber own thoughts, absolving tier
front tbe duty of immediate decision.
1 w.t jtnpliillul V luW " lllltt NHlll
perhaps from our long drive." She
seated herself
on the turr.
"Talk to me.
Mr. Siward, In I
tbut luzy way
of yours."
What be bad
to say proved lu
cousequeut enough, nil Ir
relevant sugges
tion concerning
tbe training of
field dogs. Tbe
"Talk to me, Mr. SI- conversation
ward " veered again to
ward the mystery of heredity.
"Do you mean, Mr. Siward, thut
heredity is an excuse for moral weak
ness?" sbe asked.
"I dout know. Those Inheriting
nothing of evil say It is no excuse."
"It is uo excuse."
"You speak with authority," he said.
"With more than you are aware of,"
she murmured, not meaning to say it.
She stood up Impulsively, her l'resti
face turned to tbe distant bouse, he.'
rounded young figure poised In relief
against the sky.
Inherited or not. idleness, procras
tination, are my besetting sins. Can't
you suggest the remedy, Mr. Siward?"
"But they are only the thieves of
Time, and we kill the poor old gentle
man.
"Leagued assassins," sbe repeated
pensively. '
Her gown had caught on the cii
briers. He knelt to release It. sha
looking down, noting an ugly tear In
the fabric.
"Payment for my Iniquities the first
installment." she said, still Noting
down over his shoulder and watching
his efforts to release ber. "Thank yoj
Mr. Siward. I think we .ought to
start, don't you?"
He strnli-jlUeued up, smiling, await
lug her further pleasure. Her pleasure
being capricious, she seated herself
ngalu. sayliigi "What I meant to say
was this: Evils tbat spring from he
redity are uo excuse for misconduct In
people of our sort Environment, not
heredity, counts. And it's our busi
ness, who have evetj' chance In the
world, to make good."
He looked down, amused at the
piquum incongruity of voice and ver
nacular. "What time is it?" she asked irrele
vantly. ' .
He glanced at his watch. She turn
ed her eyes toward tho level sun, con
scious and a little conscience stricken
that it was too late for her to drive to
Black Fells Crossing unless she start
ed at once.
It grew stiller. The wind went down
with the sun.
(To be continued)
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