sistency, thy name is not
Maidenhood!

Suddenly he looked at her.

"Do you know what a feud is?" was the curious prologue.

Her answer was apt and surprising.

"Feud? Spain is the garden of feuds."

"So is Kentucky. That's where I'm from. You're Spanish, then?"

"Yes!"

"Then you'll understand and sympathize.... Those shots you heard ended
a feud which has lived through three or four generations. They brought
me back to earth, to life, to a realization of things about me, after
the most horrible nightmare through which I've ever passed. I know my
own name now,--and I had almost forgotten it since I went back home--so
short a time, so many centuries ago!"

Then Warren Jarvis told her the story; his eyes were half closed, and
with his fingers clasped and intertwined beneath his square-chiseled
chin he recounted the steps of the recent event with the monotone of
one who chants a mechanically memorized tale. She understood at last.

"But what did he do when you went to his room in the hotel?"

"Just what I expected--in fact, what I prayed for! As the door opened
he fired his revolver--and I carry the witness inside this crimson
handkerchief. I had my own weapon in my coat pocket ... it's a trick I
learned in Central American revolutions. I fired from my waist, burned
a hole in my overcoat--and burned a hole in the heart of that murderous
hound."

Suddenly he sprang to his feet and walked to the window, just as he had
done back in Meadow Green so short a time before.

"Dad, dear old dad! I know you're satisfied. I let him take the first
chance, and it was his last."

He was silent. The girl twisted the dressing-gown in her slender,
nervous fingers. She waited for him to speak. He turned about, and
dropped his hands, palm outward, as he quietly ended it all with the
question: "Now, can you understand why the law would not give me
justice?"

"Is he dead--are you sure?"

"I didn't wait--I came ... to ... visit you. Now are you going to drive
me out?... You don't know what it is to fight single-handed against
fearful odds. That's how I planned to spend my summer. To fight the
endless fight alone...."

She leaned forward eagerly as she answered: "Oh, yes, I do! I know what
it means.... I, too, have been fighting against fearful odds!"

Jarvis looked at her sharply.

"There is no man to fight for you?"

"No man who dares."

"Oh, God! If there had only been a woman left for me to fight for!...
But with m