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SYNOPSIS
Following his father’s criticism of his
idle life, and withdrawal of financial
assistance, Hal Ireland, son of a
wealthy banker, is practically without
funds but with the promise of a situ¬
ation In San Francisco, which he must
reach, from New York. He takes pass¬
age with a cross-country auto party
on a “share expense” basis. Other
members of the party include an at¬
tractive girl, Barry Trafford; middle
aged Giles Kerrigan; Sister Anastasia,
a nun; and an individual whom he in¬
stinctively dislikes, Martin Crack. Bar¬
ry’s reticence annoys him. To Kerrigan
he takes at once, but he distrusts
Crack. He finds his intimacy with Ker¬
rigan ripening, and makes a little
progress with Barry. Through a mis¬
understanding, at a stopping place, Hal
is directed to Barry’s room, instead of
his own, and they exchange kisses.
Next day he tells her he loves her. She
answers that she mustn’t love him,
without giving any reason. Crack bru¬
tally insults Kerrigan. Hal forces him
to apologize abjectly, and his feeling
of disgust toward Crack is intensified.
On his insistence, Barry tells Hal that,
at her father’s urging, she had mar¬
ried a man many years older than she,
and had promised her father, on his
deathbed, to stick to her husband, “no
matter what happened,” for ten years.
That was four years ago, and despite
her knowledge of her husband’s un¬
worthiness, she Is determined to keep
her promise, though admitting her love
for Hal.
CHAPTER VII—Continued
— 16 —
"Come on," she said. ‘Let’s stretch
our legs. Let’s see Wyoming.”
“Lady, have you ever had a good
look at my legs?” Kerrigan asked, as
a question of grave scholarship. “No,
of course not; I beg pardon. The point
is they’re past stretching. Take my
young friend Ireland with you, but let
me have him back in good condition.
And mind your pup; coyotes’ll lead a
dog till he’s tired and then turn on
him.”
“I wish you’d come,” said Barry.
“I wish I would,” said Kerrigan,
“but I won’t. I’ll sit here thinking of
old, old brandy, and I’ll be younger
when you come back. Be off. If you
run into Hostyles, send me a line by
one of ’em and I’ll be at your side In
a twinkling—say, an hour and a half.”
At the top of a little ridge to the
westward, from which they could look
down the road where Rasputin waited,
and see across to the mountain range
behind which the sun would set, they
slowed their pace and stopped.
“That’s not a long walk,” said Barry.
“Long enough,” said Hal. “Rattle¬
snakes.”
“Oh gosh! not really?” said Barry,
moving to him.
He watched her without stirring his
arms, smiling a little at her and to
himself. “No,” he said. “I just wanted
you to come where I could touch you
and then show you I wouldn't. I’m
proud of keeping my promise; you
must ask me why I’m so strong.”
There- was a memory of solemn
alarm under her smile. “Why are you?”
she said dutifully. She sat down facing
the west, her legs doubled and one
firm shoulder hunched where she
leaned against her arm.
“Because," he said, stretching him¬
self before her, “because you've drawn
your loveliness up Into a kind of roy¬
alty that makes you more beautiful
than I thought even you could be.
Because you have a pride and purity
in your eyes that goes as far above
the world as that peace that makes
Sister Anastasia beautiful. And yet
your bravery Is warm and living; you
don’t turn your back on life; and
you can’t turn your back on the most
implacable thing I’ve known In life—
my fantastic desires for you, for the
beauty behind your eyes, for the
beauty—”
She turned from her lonely looking
Into the west, glanced from his mouth
to his eyes with that awed, still con¬
sternation,,and said, “Hal, that’s not—
darling, we’ll have to go back.”
“And because,” Hal went oh. “to¬
morrow nothing you can put against
me can stop me—nothing. There, I’ve
finished. And you can watch the
strength and implacability coming Into
me with every minute of my promise.”
“Hal,” she said hopelessly, stripping
her hat from the golden luxuriance
that ran simply back from the round
of her forehead. She faced the west
again and watched It, trying its far¬
thest distance with the sorrow of her
eyes. Then she turned to him and said
artlessly, “What about your socks?”
“Socks?” said Hal, his look laughing
as he glanced at them. “What about
them?”
“I’ve got things^ to wash out—to¬
night, or whenever we get anywhere,”
she said. “If you’ve got any things,
I can do them, too.”
“You’re certainly not going to wash
my socks,” said Hal.
She seemed' t,o straighten a little in
defense as She said, “And why not?”
“Why, d—n It all, because—”
“If you were ill,” Barry Interrupted,
•would you let anybody else take care
«f you If I ?ould? I wouldn’t shine
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your shoes, because you’re plenty
strong enough to do It for yourself;
but for the love of Mike why shouldn’t
I do washing for you if you’ve got
things that need it? Is'it beneath me,
or something? Wouldn’t you shine my
shoes if I asked you to?”
“Of course.”
“Well, then. Perhaps you didn't
know you wear woolen socks, and
woolen socks shrink if they’re not care¬
fully done.”
“I didn’t know that,” said Hal. “Tell
me more,”
“I’d tell you lots more,” said Barry,
“if you’d try to see my meaning, and
remember it.”
“Barry, d'you think I forget anything
you say—anything, even the first word
you said to me, years ago, when you
used to make me mad?”
“Well, what did I say to you first?”
said Barry, challenge cheering her
eyes.
“You said—We were standing in that
place, wherever it was—you know—
that place, and you said—No, signals
off. We were In the car and yon said
it wasn’t my cigarette that burned
your coat.”
Barry chuckled at him, slowly and
huskily, with her head a little back
and her firm, white throat full. “Close,
Sir. Ireland, close. I’m glad you re¬
membered. I used to watch you being
made mad by me and love It. And
now—” she said, her voice touching
the edge of sorrow, then evading it in
a little sigh: “now I’m asking you to
let me wash your socks.”
The sun set in bold, steady red, a
short ledge of cloud fastened across
it; and the whole dry spread of the
land—the tawny, tufted sweep of plain
ground, the rust and gray and emery
stripes of strata under the flat ter¬
races of rock, the high, heavy moun¬
tain peaks piled beyond—ail came by
a soft, purple clarity, as if they stood
in tinted water, Hal and Barry had
risen to watch the silent glory of the
colors—she with her back against him
and her hands clasped over his, the
slow rhythm of her breathing under
his touch.
She took a faltering breath and let
it go reluctantly; and Hal, his mouth
near the faintly fragrant thicket of
half-curls, whispered “What?”
She turned her head to look at his
Ups, then up at his eyes, her looking
intimate, expectant; then she stood
away from him and returned to the
fading colors of the western sky.
“Beauty—” she said; “beauty to last
forever, in a few minutes.”
He pressed her hand before he let
it go, watching her. “T s’pose while we
She Gave Her Soft Laugh and Re¬
laxed Against Hal.
can find the way we’d better go back,”
he said. “Some day, we’ll never have
to go back.”
With a limber bending of her body,
she picked up her hat, and It swung
between them in her hand as they
started down.
It wasn’t cool, but Kerrigan was ar¬
ranging brush and a few desiccated
fence posts for a fire when they came
to the ear.
“Hi there,” he said comfortably, as
if they had kept house together for
a long time. “Got the sun put away
all right?”
“Yes,” said Hal. “Very prettily, too.
What’s the fire for? Goin’ to have, a
blizzard?"
“No,” said Kerrigan. “Just like to
attract attention.”
“Haven't seen any to attract,” said
Hal. “But you know your publicity
out here better than I do.”
There was a pleasant murmur of
welcome as Barry got into the car
where the others still waited. Hal, with
a strange, assured feeling of peace
upon him, looked up at the first clear
riding stars and breathed his chest
slowly full.
“Lord, it’s good," he said to Kerri¬
gan. “You should've told me I’d like
Wyoming.”
With the star-scattered night com¬
plete and the fire going, they made a
thin supper from Mrs. Pulsipher's or¬
anges, the popcorn which she ordered
John to uncache, and some agglom¬
erated fruit-drops from a bag in Ker¬
rigan’s pocket. The atmosphere was
subdued, quiet, the voices not quite
tentative but variously respectful, as
if some one were asleep nearby. And
each time John, after a silence, won¬
dered where that Mr. Crack was, Hal
felt the peace upon his blood freshly
—a peace assured of strength, of Bar¬
ry’s nearness, and of his final coming
to her—after the term of his promise.
Those in the car got out to stretch
and stroll briefly and look up into thd
niglit; and past ten, when John gave
a yawn that echoed In the shameless
cavern of his mouth, Mrs. Pulsipher
suggested sleep. She and Sister Anas¬
tasia disposed themselves in the back
seat, while John cramped his gaunt
lankiness in the front and Barry, Hal,
and Kerrigan sat along the running
board, watching the fire and talking.
“Listen,” said Barry suddenly, inter¬
rupting her own speech. Doc raised his
head for a grunt, sniffing. “There comes
somebody.”
They listened. A coyote—the pale,
pretty ghost of a guilty dog—passed
on the edge of the gloom beyond the
fire, and Barry’s hand came to rest on
Hal’s knee.
"It is somebody," Kerrigan muttered
in a moment, looking at his watch.
“He's been long enough. It’s eleven.”
Impulsively Hal said, “It’s not
Crack,” and wondered why he was so
coolly sure.
Barry looked around at him slowly,
solemnly. “How d'you know?" she
said.
Hal moved a little inside his clothes.
“Doesn’t feel like him,” he said. He
gave a short, uneasy laugh of depre¬
cation.
The footfalls—made by heavy, stiff
soled shoes—brought their slovenly
beat nearer and stopped. Hal got up
and walked around the ear. A broad
glow, as from a white and distant fire,
was spread in the east where the moon
would come, but he could see no one
down the road. “Evening,” he called
into the dark.
"Evenin’, evenin’,” came a cracked
voice after an interval. “You the folks
got the fire? I seen It from a way
back and come to see what was goin'
on.”
He clumped up to the fire—a tall,
ratty man, no hat on his tangled hair,
shirt dirtily open at his throat, blue
jeans cut off about three inches above
the tops of his veteran cow-boots. His
grinning lips were stained at the cor¬
ners and his bright, empty eyes
watched the fire, not any of the three
who were near it.
“You folks stranded, ’ey?” he said
cheerily in a minute.
“Looks it,” said Kerrigan.
“I run into some folks Inst year was
stranded,” he said. “Over t'other side.
Seems like I’m always rtinnin’ Into
folks that’s stranded.” He grinned
happily at the fire.
“Didn’t see a fella go out to the
highway and get a lift into town, did
you?” Hal said. “Late this afternoon?”
"To what town?” the man said ab¬
sently.
“Any town,” said Hal.
“No,” said the man. “Last week I
seen a feller get a lift out on the
road. Goin’ west, be was. But I mind
these other folks was stranded there—
over t'other side. I come on one of
’em drinkin’ water out of a little crick
wejget. I says to him, ‘How’s it taste?’
an’ he says ‘Good,’ an’ I says, ‘That's
good, I’m glad t’know an’ he says,
‘Why?’ an’ I told him why.” He
laughed silently without looking at any
of them.
“Why?” said Barry in calm interest.
“ ’Cause I found one o’ my sheep
lyin’ drownded f’uther up the crick
where he was drinkin’, an’ I wanted
t’know how it tasted.”
“Did you tell him that?” said Ker
rigan.
“I told him,” said the man. “He
didn’t like it.”
“You’re a sheepherder,” said Kerri¬
gan.
“I am,” said the man, with a quick
nod of pride. “Only I ain't jus’ now.
I been fired.” He nodded again, his
stained mouth open. “I live over t'other
side there in the shed by the Old South
Corral. An’ when I feel like it some
day, I’ll tear it down.”
“Why’ll you tear It down?” said Ker¬
rigan.
“It'll make ’em sore,” said the man.
“You can have anything you want up
there. If you want to tear the shack
down, I’ll help you.”
“That’s mighty nice of you," said
Kerrigan, “but I guess we’ll just sit
here for if while.”
The man watched the fire a little
longer. Then he turned and grinned at
Kerrigan and said, “Well, I guess I’d
oughta get back. Moon's cornin’ up.”
“Well, good night to you,” said Ker¬
rigan.
“Good night,” said the man, and
abruptly started clumping away again.
The late moon floated up clear and
brilliant to pale the stars with its gray
blue dusk, and they moved from the
running board, nearer the fire, to watch
that bright drifting.
“You’re at liberty," Kerrigan said
to Barry, "to lean against my friend
Ireland and have a nap.”
She gave her soft laugh and relaxed
against Hal, as if she’d been waiting
for Kerrigan’s permission. Her hair
touched his cheek as she settled her
head to his shoulder; she looked up at
him in sleepy comfort, saying; “Too
heavy?” then pressed closer to him
and closed her eyes. And in the nat¬
uralness of that, Hal was near believ¬
ing he had dreamt the obstacles to
their united fortune: her trapped al¬
legiance to that man, that husband,
was too grotesque a sacrilege.
The slow moon marked ttie moving
of the night across the sky; and Hal
and Kerrigan sat together in It, bv
Barry’s sleeping—kept silences that
were broken only by the soft settling
sound of the fire, or murmured of
things not so much satisfying In them¬
selves as in the fact that they spoke
of them here.
Every so often Hal looked down at
Barry’s face—her dark lashes laid in
a little radiant fringe on each smooth
cheek, her vital lips at rest together,
her breathing gentle and oblivious of
care. And once when Kerrigan hap¬
pened to glance at him as he looked
up, they smiled at each other as If
she somehow belonged to both of them.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
SLAVE BADGES AN
EXPENSE IN 1834,
OLD LAWS REVEAL
A study of Charleston’s tax laws
shows that although' Charlestonians
in 1834 did not have to buy auto
tags nor pay a gasoline tax, other
means were employed by tlie tax
gatherers to get their money. One
of these was the sale of slave
badges.
Badges or licenses for slaves had
to be purchased from the city treas
urer in January for the ensuing
year and the penalty for hiring out
slaves without badges was $20.
The rates for slave badges were
published in “A Digest of the Ordi¬
nances of tiie City Council of
Charleston from tlie Year 1783 to
October, 1844, to which are Annexed
the Acts of the Legislature which
Relate Exclusively to the City of
Charleston," prepared under resolu¬
tion of city council by George B.
Eckard. Some of the rates were as
follows:
Handicraft tradesmen, $7; carter,
traymun, porter or day laborer, $4;
fishermen, $4; fishenyomen, $2;
house servants or washerwomen,
$2; seller of fruits, cake or "any
article not prohibited,” $5.
Slaves who wore badges which did
not belong to them'-or which did not
specify the particular nature of their
employment were to tie -committed
to tlie workhouse and -subject to
such corporal punishment as the
mayor directed unless the owiigf
paid $2 fine.—New York Times.
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PATTERN No. T.r.lg
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