The Daredevil

The Daredevil

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Title: The Daredevil
Author: Maria Thompson Daviess
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Language: English
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THE DAREDEVIL
By
MARIA THOMPSON DAVIESS
Author of "The Melting of Molly," "Miss Selina Lue," "Over Paradise
Ridge, etc."
1916

[Illustration]

Frontispiece from Painting by E. Sophonisba Hergesheimer

To Jessie Morson Grahame Who expects "the best" of me

CONTENTS
I SPARKLING WAVES OVER HIGH EXPLOSIVES
II VIVE LA FRANCE!
III THAT MR. G. SLADE OF DETROIT
IV THE IMPOSSIBLE UNCLE ROBERT
V "HERE'S MY BOY, GOVERNOR"
VI "WE BOTH NEED YOU"
VII THE GIRL BUNCH
VIII IN THE DRESS OF MAGNIFICENCE
IX "O'ER THE LAND OF THE FREE--"
X VITRIOL AND THE HOODOO
XI BUSINESS AND PIE
XII THE BEAUTIFUL MADAM WHITWORTH
XIII BROTHERS BY BLOODSHED
XIV TO BEAR MEN AND TO SAVE THEM
XV "BEHOLD, I AM A SPY!"
XVI "IMMEDIATELY I COME TO YOU!"
XVII THE TALL TIMBERS OF OLD HARPETH
XVIII THE CAMP HEAVEN
XIX ALL IS LOST
XX "YOU ARE--MYSELF!"

CHAPTER I
SPARKLING WAVES OVER HIGH EXPLOSIVES
Was there ever a woman who did not very greatly desire for herself, at
long moments, the doublet and hose of a man, perhaps also his sword,
as well as his attitude in the viewing of life? I think not. To a very
small number of those ladies of great curiosity it has been granted that
they climb to those ramparts of the life of a man; but it was needful that
they be stout of limb and sturdy of heart to sustain themselves upon
that eminence and not be dashed below upon the rocks of a strange land.
I, Roberta, Marquise de Grez and Bye, have obtained glimpses into a
far country and this is what I bring on returning, not as a spy, but, shall
I say, laden with spices and forbidden fruit?

And for me it has been a very fine dash into the wilds of a land of
strangeness, and I do not know that I have yet found myself completely
returned unto my estate of a woman.
I first began to realize that I was set out upon a great journey when I
stood at the rail of the very large ship and watched it plow its way
through the waves which they told us with their splendor hid cruel
mines. I felt the future might be like unto those great waves, and it
might be that it would break in sparkling crests over high explosives. I
found them!
I had seen a fear of those explosives of life come in my dying father's
eyes, and here I stood at his command out on the ocean in quest of a
woman's fate in a strange country.
"Get back to America, Bob, and go straight to your Uncle Robert at
Hayesville in the Harpeth Valley. He cut me loose because he didn't
understand, when I married your mother out of the French opera in
Paris. When I named you Roberta for him he returned the letter I sent
but with a notice of a thousand dollars in Monroe and Company for you.
I didn't tell him when your mother died. God, I've been bitter! But these
German bullets have cut the life out of me and I see more plainly. Get
the money and take Nannette and the kiddie on the first boat. There's
starvation and--maybe worse in Paris for you. Take--the
money--and--get--to--brother Robert. God of America--take--them
and--guide--"
And that was all. I held him in my arms for a long time, while old
Nannette and small Pierre wept beside me, and then I laid him upon his
pillow and straightened the little tricolor that the good Sister of the old
gray convent in which he lay had given me to place in his hand when
he had begged for it. My mother's country had meant my mother to him
and he had given his life for her and France in the trenches of the
Vosges. And thus at his bidding I was on the very high seas of
adventure. From this thought of him I was very suddenly recalled by
old Nannette who came upon the deck from below.
"Le bon Dieu," she sighed, as she settled herself in her steamer chair

and took out the lace knitting. "Is it not of a