Jasper County Democrat, Volume 13, Number 50, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 1 October 1910 — CAMEO KIRBY [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

CAMEO KIRBY

By Booth Tarkington AND Harry Leon Wilson

Adapted From the Play of the Same Name by W. B. M. Ferguson Copyright, 1909. by the Ainslee Ml*uin* Company

CHAPTER XIII. VTy Immediately following KirSl a by's dramatic declaration sfes? Adele had given a little cry and promptly fainted, while her brother attempted another ineffectual assault upon his enemy. With difficulty he was bundled out of the room by Aaron and M. Veaudry before blood was shed. Kirby being in no humor to stand further insults from his accuser. Then Adele was escorted from the room. by old Mammy Lena. Croup’s wife, while Judge Pleydell repaired to the balcony and dismissed the patiently waiting posse. Unwillingly the posse dispersed, some even returning to New Orleans, while the indefatigable old judge retired indoors and Sought his three friends, leaving Kirby and Bunco ..hi. undisputed possession of the ground fioor. “Well, gentlemen,” began Pleydell in a businesslike voice, “there is only one thing to be done, and that is to adhere to our original plan. It is no time now to deplore our mutual blindness. The fact remains that that d—d low gambler has claimed the plantation, as we expected, though I admit he took an unlooked for and devilish roundabout method of doing so.” “If I bad had any help he wouldn't be here now,” interrupted Tom Randall sullenly, glowering at Aaron and M. Veaudry. “I'll fix him yet!” “Not you alone, but the four of us,” corrected Pleydell. "and we'll give him a fairer chance than he deserves. In the meantime, Tom, you must control yourself and- keep out of his way until the ladies have left the house, for no violence must be indulged iu in their presence. Your poof sister has stood abotit all she can bear. 1 reckon, though I'm glad she discovered in time the true character of that designing villain”— “You mean to insinuate that h<» dared to pay his addresses to Adele?’ cried Tom, springing to his feet in a fresh access of fury. M. Veaudry laid a restraining hand upon his arm. “It is that I do not think Mr. Kirby has acted as other than a gentleman to a lady,” he said pacifically, glancing significantly at Pleydell. “Gentleman!” sneered young RandalL “As if he knew the meaning of the word! But if he had dared to address Adele I would go down now and”— “You must learn to control yourself, sir," interposed the judge, somewhat testily, irritated at the boy’s maJjxmtbursts. “I think you can safely leave the honor of the family in the mature and capable hands of your cousin. You have misinterpreted my words.” he added, ignoring the other's shrug at the mention of Aaron’s supposed abih Jties. “for Anatole is quite right. Mr. Kirby evidently has one virtue —he knows his limits—and your sister is not one to be impressed by such a character even if masquerading under such an honorable name as Colonel Moreau. To return to the real theme, is it agreed, then, that we adhere to our original plan?” As Toni sulkily refused to speak, Aaron asked gravely: “You mean that the ladies gu,to your plantation. Judge Pleydell. while we remain for the ostensible purpose of formally handing over the estate to—to that man? The ladies are to be kept in ignorance of our real purpose?” “I’d shoot him and be done with it.” sniffed young Randall. “He’ll slip through your fingers again—see if he doesn't.” “Yes, the ladies are to be kept in entire ignorance,” agreed Pleydell, Ignoring the boy’s observation, “likewise Mr. Kirby and that fat scoundrel who accompanies him—no warning, mind, for they are desperate characters who hesitate at nothing: Miss Adele will naturally abhor the idea of remaining under this roof one minute longer than is absolutely necessary. To complete our ostensible purpose inform tbe servants we are leaving, never to return, and let Miss Adele pack up and take with her such things as belonged to her mother and Upon which this scoundrel can have no legal claim. By the way, we must assume charge of Colonel Moreau’s portmanteau. with such effects as it may contain. It is our duty to inquire if he left any next of kin and to return his belongings to them. Poor gentleman—so honorable, chivalrous and courageous. I regret that I had not the extreme honor of meeting him while he Was yet living.” ' As, in quest of the portmanteau, Aaron entered the deserted drawing room Kirby, pacing the balcony, hailed him from the window. “Mr. Randall, if you think that excitable young coosin of yours is ready to listen to me there’s something I’ve got to tell him,” he said quietly, mastering bis irritation. "It is oar Intention that you shall see him. sir. as soon as tbe ladles have gone,” replied Aaron, with a signifi-

canee lost on the other; "When the ladies have gone?” echoed Kirby, entirely without comprehension, for be bad never contemplated such a move. Mr. Randall nodded. “Mr. Kirby." he said coldly, “in their sense of honor to the dead man who lost this place to you his children do not oppose your possession. But you can scarcely imagine they would be willing to pass the night under this roof once you bgd claimed it.” Without comment Kirby returned to the balcony. He looked old and careworn. for the words had stung him to the quick. Twice within the past hour he had sent a request for an interview to Adele. and as yet she had made no answer. This. then, was the explanation. Evidently be was deemed too unclean a thing even to look upon. He did not greatly wonder, for he could never efface the memory of her horrified look and cry when the mask had fallen and the bad prince stood revealed. After all, the penalty for his remaining had been immeasurably greater than he had anticipated. Meanwhile Aaron had bent oyer the portmanteau, which still lay open upon a chair as Judge Pleydell had left it. In searching for Colonel Moreau’s Derringer the contents of the suit case had been somewhat disarranged, and the “methodical Aaron now withdrew a badly crumpled coat. Intending to fold It neatly before replacing it. As he did so a red morocco box fell from one of the pockets, Aaron, about to return it. suddenly started and held it under the light of an adjacent lamp, for the inscription on the lid which had arrested his attention was: "Margaret Randall to her husband, John Randall.” “Margaret Randall—that was Adele’s mother,” be exclaimed in wonder. “What is that?” asked M. Veaudry, entering the room and noting the other's interest. “Something that fell from Colonel Moreau’s portmanteau.” replied Aaron, opening the box and examining its contents. “You see, it is the miniature of Adele’s mother that that gambler won the night be won the plantation,” nodding to the balcony where Kirby could be beard pacing back and forth. “You know he got even my poor cousin’s jewels. This is set with diamonds. Look—half of them are gone.” “To the pawnshop, eh?” ventured M. Veaudry. “Yet you found it in Colonel Moreau’s portmanteau? It is very strange. How has it come there?” “No one knows but Colonel Moreau, and he can't answer anything now," Baid Aaron solemnly. “You better give this box to Tom.” Like his older brother, the General has proved an unwilling participant In Judge Pleydell’s maneuver. The child 6trongly disapproved of the idea, for ue was summarily hauled out of bed and forced to exchange the known comforts of that article for the doubtful accommodations of the drawing room sofa. “What for do they make me get up in the middle of the night?” he sleepily demanded as Croup made up the impromptu bed in the now deserted room. “What for do they dress me again?” “Yo’s gwine to Jedge Pleydell’s plantation, honey,” patiently explained the old servant for the tenth time. “Dey go’n’ pack up all yo’ li’l’ clothes an’ all dem toys yo’ had when yo’ was a baby. Dey ain’t gwine to ’sturb yo’ so much hyah.” “But I don't want to go to Judge Pleydell’s plantation,” peevishly protested the child. “Aren't we ever coming back here to live again?” “Xo’m, I don't hardly spect so, 11T marse. Yo' kain’t stay no mo’ hyah, honey, an’ ole Croup kain't go nowah wif yo’ all’s no mo’. Ole niggah got a new marse now. Yo’ must sleep, honey. I wake yo’ when dey ready, li'l’ marse. Ilesh. honey, hesh!" And Croup lightly tiptoed from the room as the General nodded drowsily and then closed his weary eyes. And thus Kirby found him. As if conscious of the other's gaze, the boy instantly awoke with'a start and sat bolt upright, throwing off his impromptu covers. '

“I’ve got to have a talk with you.” he said gravely; “No; I won’t go to

sleep, and if you leave I’ll get up. I wgDt some more light. I’m going to have some things the way I want them!” Recognizing that flight was useless and that'the child was in deadly earnest, Kirby obediently turned up the lamp. “It strikes me,” he said mildly, “you’ll come very near getting a good many things the way you want them.” “You come and sit here,” peremptorily ordered the General, pointing to a stool beside the sofa. And again

the man obeyed. For a moment the child was silent, gravely contemplating his pseudo hero. “What is a ‘d d low gambler?’” he suddenly inquired. “It’s what some people call me," re plied Kirby after a pause. “I’m sorry they do; it before you." ____ “They don't like you any more, dc they—specially Dele? They all hat* you, don't they? I know why. It’s because you turned out to be the bad prince.” said the boy. nodding solemn iy- ; '■'.■■■’V'.lVc' Again rite other was silent. “Gen eral,’’ he s’aid at length, "there’s some thing your sister never got quit* straight in the stories she’s read you SometimesMhe good prince is half bad. and sometimes the bad prince—is hall good.” “No; there was never anything like that in the books.” reflected tbe Gen eral. greatly surprised. “And sometimes.” added Kirby “they are both just one man—half good and half bad.”

“Both just in one person?'’ “Y'es. And when that person—hall good prince and half bad prince, re member—gets into a mysterious under ground passage, say, and the adven ture takes him to where the people are j good. why. then he tries to be all good too.” - The child pondered over this truth, little comprehending those strange con tradictions and complexities of the soul, of that dual personality which has mystified older and wiser heads than his. that has baffied sage and scientist alike and will baffie them to the end of time. ;■ “Then are you trying not to be a bad prince now- not any more at all ever?” 1 he finally asked. “(Not where you and your sister are.” said Kirby, bis voice trembling. J “But you'll turn out bad again when we go away?” suggested the child. “I don’t know just what will happen then,” confessed tbe man,staring dully at the floor. Silence “ame.. Then tbe child sighed. “I’d like to know the end of that story.” The man echoed the sigh, smiling wanly. “I’m afraid I can’t tell you the end.” J Although no herald of intrusion had been apparent, he was suddenly cois scious that some one had entered the room before the General bad express-

ed his wish. Rising, he discerned Adele Randall, who now came swiftly forward and. ignoring him. assumed a protecting attitude over the child, as if to shield it from an infinitely contaminating presence. She appeared the same Us on the first occasion of bis meeting with her—pale. sad. dressed entirely in black, hopelessly emotionless and uncompromisingly hopeless. ' Randall,” be ventured at - her attitude, “I have Eumeviil::.. tor yuU. Several times I have sent t: c « f the servants to you requesting ;::i interview. I don’t want you to regret nil your life the fact, that you refused to listen to me.” Without a word or a glance she turned to the General and took him by the hand, the child struggling with alb his small strength. “Please don’t make me!” he implored. “Dele, he’s trying not to be bad like they said. And, don’t you remember, I promised to be his trust)’ friend. Can’t I even talk to him?” “Miss Randall,” quietly interposed Kirby, “there isn’t a slave on this plantation you wouldn’t listen to if he asked to be heard before you punished him. Won’t you”— But she had gone, half carrying the still ineffectually struggling General. Kirby remained grimly eying a slip of paper he had withdrawn from his pocket. It was his last card—the deed to the plantation. Throwing it on the table, he sank into a chair, a prey to the most hopeless dejection. (To be Continued.)

the auditor’s deeds are reported tor the first time. During the year these numbered 1,258, of a total of 114,910, (making a total net increase in deeds recorded pi; 18.085. The total 'net increase of deed values recorded for the year of classes of deeds .formerly reported was $93,250,977, or over i/Q per. cent., while tbe percentage of increase in the number of instruments filed was approximately 20 per cent.—lndianapolis News.

“THEY ALL HATE YOU, DON’T THEY?"