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THE STORY THUS FAR: Miss Julie Marsden, beautiful and
wilful ward of General Bogardus, gives a reception at her
home during Mardi Gras week to announce her engagement
to Pres Dillard, a young banker. She does many things to
anger him and to shock society. He refuses to take her to
the Proteus Ball dressed in red and she tries to get Buck
Cantrell—a former suitor who has just fought a duel for her
sake—to take her, but he refuses. She joes to the ball with
Pres and afterward so infuriates him that he leaves town.
He eomes back in a year when yellow fever is raging in New
Orleans. Julie rushes to him to beg his forgiveness but he
introduces the wife he has brought from the North. Out
wardly calm, Julie decides, by fair means or foul, to win back
his love.
CHAPTER VI
"Good morning, ladies! What
got you up so early?"
• Julie burst radiantly into the
drawing room where Aunt Belle
and Amy waited so anxiously. She
wore an attractive gown and car
ried flower shears and a basket of
roses, and Zette, the mulatto girl,
followed her.
"Julie," said Aunt Belle, "the
men went out before sunrise!"
"Really." She spoke casually as
she arranged the roses.
"And you well know why they
went out!" exclaimed Amy.
"Why, yes, Mis' Dillard, I do!
They went out for a meeting—a
silly custom to you, no doubt—but
a part of what we Southerners
call our chivalry!" Suddenly she
faced Amy with glittering eyes.
"Do you know, sometimes I envy
them—to face what you hate—to
kill or be killed —to battle some
thing! We can't do that, we
• women!"
"And it doesn't mean anything
else to you?"
"Why should it?"
Young Ted Dillard suddenly
stood in the doorway, staring with
grim aocusation at Julie, the duel
ing pistol still in his hand. Behind
him loomed General Bogardus,
and Dick, one of the guests.
' Amy ran to the lad crying out
his name, and he gripped her arm
reassuringly for a moment, and
then crossing to Julie, tossed the
gun on the table before her.
"Buck's dead," he said with dull
bitterness, "I ... I never saw a
man die before. He knew what
you'd done. Before he died . . .
he . . . told me so . . ." Then,
with quivering lips, "Julie, you're 1
a . . . a . . ." He choked up and
hurried from the room. It was
, General Bogardus who broke the :
painful silence.
"Mis' Amy, we're leaving. If '
youH get ready ..." 1
"But Uncle Thee," said Julie,
attempting to brazen it out, "BU 1
tavitßtioß was for the week- ]
end , ,
"Ytt. fria'am," he answered I.
giravely, "but we're going."
"Very well, I quite understand." I
"I aim to be sure you under- ■
stand. Julie, you've done as you i
pleased, at any cost to yourself, :
or to anyone else, but last night .
you went beyond yourself. You
put yourself beyond the pale. I'll 1
arrange to turn my guardianship 
over to the bank. My respects, i
ma'am." He bowed, offered his !
arm to Amy and they went out. i
Noticing Aunt Belle's troubled i
face, Julie asked harshly, "Well,
what are you thinking? Say it!" ]
"I am thinking of 'a woman '
called Jezebel who did evil in the 1
sight of God'." 1
As Aunt Belle left the room to '
pack for the trip back to New
Orleans, Julie stared at the pistol, i
with strange fascination.
Suddenly there were shotgun
blasts and the muffled shouting of
men. Hurrying to the door Julie
saw a man face downward on the
driveway. Several hound dogs
were circling the body barking at
it furiously. "Another one to bury,
boys," said the Sheriff to his
helpers.
"Sorry, General," he went on,
"case of had to. We're bound to
keep the Yellow Jack under this
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time. He was just crazy enough
to try sneakin' past the fever
line!"
"Has it spread . . . this far?"
asked Ted, hollowly.
"Spreadin' like a cane fire all
along the river, young fella! Polks
is gettin' panicky! That's why
we're sctoppin' all of 'em, comin'
and goin'!"
"You mean no one can get down
the river to the City?"
"Not a one, General! That's
the law and I can't change it
'cept on a written order from the
Guv'ner, and he's goin' to need
a powerful lot of persuadin'!
Come on, boys!" *
Julie broke the embarrassed
silence with icy politeness. "You
can bring the baggage back into
the house, uncle Cato," she said,
"I believe my guests have decided
to stay a little longer!"
The grim company was at the
evening meal when a wildly dis
heveled negro staggered in to say
that Pres had been stricken and
that old Dr. Livingstone had taken
him to the General's home. The
negro had hidden in a cane brake,
he said, till nightfall, and made
his way down river on a stolen
boat.
Giving him only time to take
some food, Julie was with him on
the perilous way back to New Or
leans. The General ordered horses,
and trusting to the power of his
name, made the attempt to get
Amy, Aunt Belle, Ted and Dick
back to the doomed city. After
many hair-raising experiences
they found themselves in the sick
room where Pres lay in a state
of wild delirium.
Dr. Livingstone, who loved Pres
as a son, had been forced to re
port the case and it was only a
question of time when the patient
would be taken to the dread island
of the lepers, Lazarette.
Amy-was determined to go with
hijn there but Julie pleaded With
h*r!
"Of course it's your right to go,
Amy . . . you're his wife . . . but
are you fit to go? Do you know
the Creole word for feverpowder
—for food and drink! Can you
make the black boys fear and help
you? I know you're not afraid,
Amy—but I boldly ask a greater
sacrifice thah Pres's name—his
life! I ask you humbly, for the
chance to give proof that I, too,
can be brave and strong and un
selfish! Oh, help me, Amy, help
me! Let me make myself clean
again ... as you are clean . . ."
Dav was breaking as they car
ried Pres from the house to the
wagon and the tar barrels flared
palely. As the black driver turn
ed toward the docks, Miss Julie
was walking beside.
Surely the black-veiled penitent
no longer was a Jezebel.
. THE END /
I BETHEL |
There has been an abundance
of rain in this section for the
past few months. A hail storm
that swept over the community
just west of here one day last
week did some damage.
Mr. J. F. Mathis has been con
fined to his home with illness for
che past week, and was taken to
a Statesville hospital last Sunday
for treatment.
Mrs. G. F. Pardue has had as
her guest for a few days her
mother, Mrs. Hort Eller, from
near West Jefferson.
Several relatives from this
place of little Mary Gilliam,
daughter of Mr. and Mrs. C. W.
Gilliam of State Road, visited
her at the Hugh Chatham hospi
tal at Elkln, where she is serious
ly ill with colitis.
Little Betty Jean Durham,
daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Walter
Durham of this place, was able
to return to her home last Tues
day from Hugh Chatham hos
pital at Elkln, where she was
treated for a serious attack of
colitis.
Flake Gilliam is spending some
time In Winston-Salem, visiting
his aunts, Mesdames J. B. Arm
strong and* Louis Ferlazzo.
Mrs. C. L. Morrison Is visiting
relatives at Olln, in Iredell coun
ty.
Mr. and Mrs- W. H. Jones and
son, pugene; Mr. and Mrs. D. a.
Gilliam and children, attended
ft singing at Lewis' Pork chufch
last Sunday afternoon, and Vis
ited awhile with Mr. and Mrs. w.
A. Stroud in Wilkesboro in the
late afternoon.
Master Charlie Gilliam m, of
State Road, Is the guest of his
grandparents, Mr. and Mrs. p. J.
Mrs. C. W. Gilliam, Sr., was
THE ELKIN TRIBUNE. ELKIN, NORTH CAROLINA
called to Winston-Salem recent
ly to be at the bedside of her
brother, Mr. D. C. Rose, who is
critically ill at his home there.
Kirs. Jesse Church and daugh
ter, Margaret, are visiting her
parents, Mr. and Mrs. N. B. Bur
chett, here this week.
Mrs. W. T. Morrison visited her
brother, Mr. Jones Mathis and
family, at Swan Creek, last Sun
day. Mrs. Morrison also went to
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see her brother, J 4 F. Mathis,
who was ill.
We regret to hear of the illness
of Mrs. Fred Mcßride of Elkln,
and wish for her a speedy recov
ery.
Mr. Bascom (Jack) Ingram
has been suffering much from
the effect of a wheat beard he
had the misfortune of getting
in his throat. He is being treated
at a hospital in Winston-Salem.
ROCKFORD -
Mrs. J. H. Dobson had as her
guest Sunday afternoon Mr. and
Mrs. A. F. Graham and daughter,
of Copeland.
The annual Sunday School con
vention was held at Copeland
Baptist church Sunday. There
were some very good programs
rendered and a lunch that every
body enjoyed.
Mrs. John Nichols, a native of
Yadkin, doesn't show much im
provement after her long spell of
illness. -
The little daughter of Mr. and
Mrs. J. R. McCormick, Carolyn
Ann, age 7 months, died after a
brief illness Monday morning in
the city hospital at Winston-
Salem, where she was carried af
Thursday, June 30,1938
ter a short treatment at Roaring
Gap.
She is survived by her parents
and- two sisters.
The funeral services were held
Tuesday afternoon at 2 o'clock at
the Rockford Baptist church.
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