FINAL INSTALLMENT
Roddy ran down through the
Morgan grounds, into the river
meadow. Then he stood still a
moment, thinking, his clenched
hand at his chin.
He remembered Major Lomax.
Lomax! He started. The major
was the man! He loved Nancy.
He had always petted Nancy.
There was a light in the study
window; he knocked at the side
door. How long the old man was
in coming!
Then the door opened. The lit
tle old man stood there in his shirt
sleeves, his eyes peering out of
their creases.
"I’ve got to see you, major, at
once—alone!’’ he panted.
The major closed the door de
liberately. "Come in here.
There’s no one about—Angie’s gone
to bed.”
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wrong? Out with it”—lie smiled
grimly—"honest confession’s good
for the soul.”
"I haven’t come to confess any
thing,” said Ro'ddy, with a dry
throat, "I’ve come to' ask you to do
me a favor, the greatest favor! To
be my second; I’ve challenged
Richard Morgan to fight me to
night—out on his own lawn—to
the death.”
"What!”
"Morgan has insulted my sister
with a secret marriage, he’s drag
ged her name in the dirt, and I’ve
challenged him to fight—now, to
night!”
"A secret marriage? What the
deuce d’you mean?”
"What I say! He did it and
backed out—because I’m a rotter.
He’s ashamed to marry my sister.
He’s insulted Nancy Virginia.
I’ve challenged him. He’s accept
ed, he’s got to fight!”
The old man got up and began
to walk about the room. "I’ve
known Dick Morgan all his life,
there’s something wrong—Nancy’s
been trying to hide something to
save somebody. I’ve seen it!” he
stopped short. "Rod Gordon,
you’re the nigger in the woodpile!”
he shouted.
"It doesn’t matter what I am. I
am not here to answer questions!”
Roddy replied fiercely. "You
know my sister, I’m defending her
honor, I’m ready to die for it. Will
you stand by me now', or won’t
you? That’s the question.”
The old man drew' a long breath.
"I will!”
There was a moment of silence.
"I’m an old man,” said the ma
jor, "this is illeegal. Who’s his
second? The cartel should be
properly delivered. You could
fight to-morrow at sundown. He
has the choice of the weapons, the
place, and the hour.”
"It’s all fixed—I won’t wait un
til tomorrow!” Roddy’s breath
came in short gasps and his eyes
blazed, "he’ll have a second when
we get there; he’s chosen pistols;
the time is now, the place, his own
lawn—he’ll die there or I will,
please God, to-night!”
The major thought a moment.
Then he brought out a polished
wood box.
"Duelling pistols, Rod, I’ve had
’em years. Maybe they’ll come in
handy.”
1 Roddy nodded, his white face
drawn.'Tll use anything he’s got,”
he said shortly, "come major.
It’s time—the moon’s right!”
"Bully for you!” the major
chuckled. His fierce old soul
scented the smoke of battle.
They took the short cut to the
Morgan house. Two figures were
standing on the steps.
"By gad,” ejaculated Major Lo
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max, “he’s got Haddon!”
| As he spoke, the banker came
down the steps.
“See here, Lomax,” he said in an
aside, "can’t we fix this up? It’s—
t’s deplorable! It’s our duty as
seconds, can’t we stop that young
—young firebrand?”
The major’s jaw snapped to.
"D’you know what’s it’s about?”
"Seme quarrel about Rod Gor
don’s sister, isn’t it?” Haddon was
utterly confused; had it been; his
fault! His fault for telling Hel
ena?
The major set his black box on
the sun-dial. "I reckon you’ve
heard of the scandal?” he said in
an undertone.
Haddon stared violently. “My
God! Is it that?”
Roddy was stripping off his coat
and waistcoat; his hands were firm
now. The moonlight caught the
red in his hair and showed it, clip
ped close from the nape of his
neck. Richard watching him si
lently, was straighter and taller and
stronger. The boy was right he
ought to be shot—he would fire
in the air.
Richard came down the steps;
challenged and challenger took
their weapons. Richard walked to
his place and the moonlight shone
lull on him, a big man, big in body
and soul. He had not uttered a
word. Both Lomax and Haddon
objected.
Omit around—you re a sinning
mark!” they exclaimed in unison.
Richard laughed dryly. "There’s
a saying that Death loves a shining
mark. Rod, I believe we shake
hands first.”
"I’m damned if I do!” Rod said,
shaking with passion. "I’ll fight.
Time up, major?”
As he spoke there was a crackling
of twigs behind them and a shout,
a hoarse vociferous shout.
"Hi, there! Hold on, you—you
young rascal, what’s you doing
here?” Mr. Gordon came up,
breathlessly, hatless.
He plunged into the middle of
the group, snatched his son by the
nape of the neck, like a puppy, and
fairly shook him.
"Lomax. Haddon, Richard,—
what the devil d’you all mean by
this?”
I
ChaV^ged and challenger took
their weapons.
Roddy blazed at white heat,
.wrenching himself away from him.
I "I’m here to avenge my sister’s
honor,” he shouted, "if you’ve for
i gotten it. I haven’t, I’m a Gor
don still!”
"Gordon fiddle-sticks!” his fa
ther shook with a passion as great
as his. "It’s a damned pity you
didn’t think of being a Gordon be
fore, you young scalawag! D’you
happen to know that that man’s
money kept you out of jail?” -
His son gasped. For a moment
he was dumb. Then he rallied, his
young face set hard and tight again.
"Did my sister go to this man
for money—to save me from jail?”
"Yes, confound you, she did—
that’s it, that’s the whole of it.
It’s your fault every bit of it, sir!”
Roddy reeled. For an instant
the world turned black; then a
blaze of fury burnt his shame up.
He went to Richard, and shook
his pistol in his face.
"I know why she married you
now, damn you, I’ll—I’ll kill you
for it!” he shouted, "you damn
coward!”
Richard folded his arms. "Gc
ahead, Rod,” he said bitterly. "1
deserve it— but I’ve a word to say
Mr. Gordon, Major Lomax, Had
don, all of you. I didn’t know un
til tonight of the scandal that has
been launched against the loveliest
girl in the world. I deserve to be
killed for exposing her to it. I
stand here tonight to expiate it in
my blood. Nancy Virginia is my
wife, gentlemen, and I love her.
I have always loved her. and I am
glad—I say this facing death here,
so you know—I’m glad and proud
that she bears my name.”
Mr Gordon caught at his son
gain. "You hear him? He speaks
like a man. He loves your sister.
jHe’s married her. Confound you,
you donkey, you, you’re making a
public scandal. Lomax, help me
take this boy home! Richard, go
J n the house!” he shouted, "what
jd’you mean by standing up there
jfor this lurnox to shoot at?
iYou’re a brave man. I take off
may hat to your courage, sir, but
11—I’ve had all I can bear! Rod
Jordon, he’s married your sistser!”
j "Has he?” Roddy breathed heavi
ly, his face rigid. "I want to see
the license. I want to see the certi
jficate of this secret marriage, I
want to know if he’s made a dupe
of my sistser.’
Richard met his look squarely. I
;His own face was hard now.
|"You can see them all. We were
married in church. But we’d
beter settle our differences now.
Do your duty, gentlemen, I ac
cepted his challenge and I’m
ready.”
"This can’t go on!” Haddon
Igasped, coming forward. "I want
to say—”
Richard threw back his head.
All right. Haddon another time!
Give us the signal, gentlemen.”
Lomax caught hold of Roddy’s
father and held him by main force.
Mr. Gordon was struggling violent
ly
"Damn you, Lomax, unhand me
1—Roddy, you young devil, you— ’
"Give the signal, Haddon,” said
the major sharply, "I can’t hold
this old octopus forever!’’
Roddy sprang to his position, his
weapon gleaming in the moon
light. Richard faced him. Had
don shaken and gray, began to
count.
"One, two, th—”
Suddenly a white-clad figure
sprang out of the shadow of the
shrubbery. Like a flash it leaped
between the duelists. Nancy cov
ered Richard with her own body.
"Stop!” she cried, panting,
"you’ll have to shoot me first,
Rod!”
Roddy recoiled, his mouth fell
open, his eyes fixed themselves on
hers—incredulous, startled, mad
dened with surprise. There was a
terrible moment of silence.
"God, you love him!” he gasped.
His father, broken loose from
Lomax now, had him by the arm,
he wrenched the pistol from the
boy’s relaxed fingers. Roddy sag
ged over against him, while Nancy
still faced him, her face as white
as a star and her beautiful hair
tumbling about her shoulders.
Roddy was dumb.
Mr. Gordon dragged him along.
'Come!” he said huskly, and then;
'you young fool, you, she loves j
him—you’ve made trouble enough, i
let ’em alone!” he whispered.
Roddy was still speechless. He
yielded to the older man’s force; he1
let himself be dragged away, Lomax j
and Haddon following them—as
dumb as he was. They walked1
slowly. Twice Roddy stumbled
His ears were singing, but he heard
his father’s voice, after a moment.
"You young donkey!” and then
t broke and grew husky; someth
ing melted in him. He looked at
the boy’s dejected face.
"I’m proud of you.”
Roddy was sdent his head sagged
with his shoulders his face burn
ed. He knew now the price his
sister had paid to keep him out of
jail and the iron entered his soul.
He had come at last, to the begin
ning of repentance.
The father and son went slowly
and the other two, Lomax and Had
don melted quietly away toward
the river meadow.
Richard stood still, rooted to the
spot, his face as white as his shirt,
his‘ eyes were on Nancy, and hers
were fixed on the distance where
her father and her brother had gone.
Suddenly it came to her that they
jhad gone home and left her. Left
her alone with the man she had
married. She drew a quick breath,
a wave of crimson rose slowly it
rose all over her quivering young
body and rushed up to her white
face. Her eyes sank and her hands
shrank together. She was alone—
left behind—and he was silent.
But she had heard what he said to
her father and to the others. He
had said he loved her, that we was
proud that she bore his name!
The silence grew and grew. It
seemed to her that it was killing
her. She heard the drip of mois
ture from the quivering boughs of
the trees; the faint fragrance of
openings buds came to her. it was
almost more than she could bear.
'Shall I take you home—to them?”
he asked.
Then Richard’s voice, broken
and changed.
"Nancy, you didn’t mean that?
You did it to save Roddy from
murder, —”
She was dumb, but she made a
faint, wavering gesture of denial.
"Nancy, I beg your pardon—I
didn’t know the things that were
aid—it’s all my fault. It was up
to me to protect you, I—” he stop
ped and then, hoarsely: "God
knows I wish you did mean it—I
love you with all my soul!”
She lifted her head at that, and
the moonlight found her face;
slowly, almost reluctantly, she
raised her eyes to his.
He caught his breath. A great
light broke.
"Nancy! You don’t mean that
you—’’ his voice failed it died in
his throat. He caught her hands
with a force that almost hurt
them. Even his lips were white.
"Nancy Virginia—” he drew her
toward him, looking into her face,
'shall I take you home—to them?”
ae asked, and his deep voice broke
)n the word, "or—?”
She could not take her eyes from
nis. She n(o longer tried. Her
face quivered and softened into a
happy smile.
"Richard.” she answered softly, \
'I—I’ve come to you'!’’
THE END
Cost Of Votes !
To Be Watched
Washington—The Senate’s big |
stick is ready* to crack down on any |
Congressional candidate who steps j
out in too big a financial way in. j
the coming elections. I
A campaign expenditures com-j
mittee is ready to swing into ac-l
tion at the first definite charge that
any seeker after Congressional of
fice is spending too much money
in his quest.
An investigating fund of $25,
000 is available and if past records
are any criterion the Seriate Com
mittee is just hoping that someone
will loosen the campaign fund
pocketbook strings a bit too much.
There is nothing a Senator with
a nose for investigation, enjoys like
a good investigation. The present
committee resulted from activities
by Senator Borah (Republican) of
Idaho, insurgent who is always a
pain in the side of anyone who
spends too much money—whether
it be a corporation or an individ
ual. Borah was backed on the
Democratic side by Bennett Champ
Clark, of Missouri, son of the late
famous House speaker.
Bit of Old Ireland for New Fair
Tara hall, meeting place of the
ancient chiefs, is the dominant
building in this Irish village, now
nearly complete for the opening of
the new World’s Fair in Chicago
May 26. Fifteen “foreign villages”
will offer the visitor to A Centur.i
of Progress a “tour of the world’
in a single day.
FRENCH FARMERS CHANGING
ABOVE. Primitive farming
methods are still in use in
much of France. Note the
wooden plow this farmer
uses. (Photo by Ewing Gal
loway, N. Y.)
RIGHT. Andre de Labou
laye, French Ambassador,
and Madame de Laboulaye,
pictured whiLe taking a
stroll near the Embassy in
Washington, D. C. (Photo
by Underwood and Under
wood.)
Some Farming Facts and Figures
FRANCE is figuring in the news
in many ways these days. First
we hear that its wine merchants are
happy over the big business that
they are doing with the U. S. A.
Then we hear that Frenchmen are
complaining that there will be few
American tourists this summer be
cause the franc has risen from
around 4<f to almost 7(f.
If your geography is rusty, you
may like to be reminded that
France has 212,659 square miles, or
53,237 less than Texas. Its African
colonies, however, are about 20
times as big as France itself. There
are 5,500,000 farm owners in
France, with the average farm con
sisting of 24 acres.
The French peasant is proverbi
ally slow to change his habits. As a
result, many French farming meth
ods have remained unchanged for
generations. The two oxen in the
picture above are drawing a wooden
plow similar to the plows used in
Roman days. An example of the
obstinacy of the French farmer was
seen lately when the French Gov
emment, knowing the importance
of nitrate of soda in war, put a re
striction upon imports to build up a
synthetic nitrate industry in France.
The French farmers, tradition
bound, refused at first to believe
that the synthetic nitrate of soda
gave as good results as the product
which they had been using.
Last month, however, an article
in “The Fertilizer, Feeding Stuff
and Farm Supplies Journal” (pub
lished in London, England), said
that large-scale official tests in
France are finally convincing farm
ers that the two kinds of nitrate
give “practically identical results,”
3 fact wide-awake Southern farm
ers who use the American nitrate of
soda made at Hopewell, Virginia,
could have told them years ago!
Forty per cent of rural France is
farmed. Over 12,000,000 acres are
in wheat, 8,500,000 in oats, 3,800,000
in vineyards and 3,500,000 in pota
toes. Textiles, iron and steel are the
big French industries. The popula
tion of greater Paris isover3,000,000.
New Scientific Discovery
Featured In Camel Campaign
The R. J. Reynolds Tobacco
Company has just released an in
tensive new nation-wide campaign
of newspaper advertising for Camel
cigarettes. As revealed in the first
advertisement appearing in this
newspaper this week, the new cam
paign embodies important facts for
smokers which throw a new light
upon our past knowledge of cigar
ettes.
A basis discovery has been made
in a famous New York Research
Laboratory concerning Camel cig
arettes and their "energizing ef
fect”,—which means that the flow
of normal, Natural energy is restor
ed. Thus, an almost immediate re
lief from fatigue is accomplished
by smoking a Camel.
During the day one’s "energy
curve” varies- a great deal—fre
quently drops below normal. That’s
when fatigue and irribility put in
their appeatlance. The "energiz
ing’’ effect of Camels has long been
recognized by Cavael smokers, but
even science hasn’t been able to ex
plain it until now.
Summing up with a popular slo
gan, each advertisesment carries the
reminder that you can "Get a Lift
With a Camel,”—at any time, as
often as you like—because the
finer, more expensive tobaccos used
in the manufacture of Camel cig
arettes never interfere with healthy
nerves.
The first advertisement in this
new and impressive series proclaims
a large size display type, "NEWS!
Science Reveals Important New
Facts For Smokers!” accompanied
ay a chart showing the variable en
ergy curve which people experience
during the day. The illustration
depicits an ataractively gowned
girl, all ready for a party but "Too
Tired For Fuji,” followed by the
caption "And Then She Smoked A
Camel,” and a picture showing her
refreshed and ready for the gaiety
and fun of a social evening.
Present plans call for frequent
appearance of this striking new
campaign, which embodies inter
esting and informative news from
the field of science.
Turkey Wins
Owl Battle
Kamath, Falls, Ore.—An irate
turkey hen made short work of an
owl in a battle a short distance out
side of this city.
The owl apparently attempted to
catch a small turkey. The hen
leaped into the air. striking with
her spurs as she came down, killing
the owl in three or four blows.
COLLEGE STUDIO IS an Un
dersea Classroom. Students Study
Their Lessons in Divers’ Helmets
Among the Corals, Waving Sea
Ferns and Fishes. A Double Page
Illustrated Article in the American
Weekly, the Magazine Distributed
With the BALTIMORE SUNDAY
AMERICAN, issue of June 3. Buy
your copy from your local newsboy
Jor newsdealer.
Seek Sale Label
For Rum Seized
During Dry Era
Washington—The Government
is looking for some one with a
bright idea on how to label about
half a billion dollars’ worth of li
quors seized during the late prohi
bition era.
Much of the liquor already has
been sold at auction to wholesalers.
They want to pass it to the ulti
mate consumer, but Uncle Sam has
been unable to figure out the prop
er labels. For instance, there
would be no sales appeal in putting
out a lot of bottles bearing such
labels as:
"Hooch Seized at Mike’s Place,
1931. Aged in Wood at U. S.
Warehouse 895 Since Then. Fair
to Middlin’ Rye.”
To work out the problem the
Federal Alcohol Control Admin
istration announced a hearing on
June 2, when all except the ex
bootleggers will be invited to speak.
The FRCA refuses to permit seiz
ed liquor to be sold under its origi
nal labels.
So it has suggested this explana
tory label:
"Purchased from U. S. Govern
ment After Seizure.’’
It further suggests the label
might give the report of the Gov
ernment chemist; that is, whether
it is rye, Bourbon, Scotch, rum,
gin, etc.
The people who live in a dream
world have not found much bread
and butter lying around there.
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SUMMER PLAY FROCKS
Pattern 8229: Mothers will
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Made in a material which launders
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It is simple and easy to make.
Clear instructions carrying along
the making step by step are given.
One idea for making it is cross
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The side plats with bows below
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