The Arkansaw traveler., 1886-01-02
They'll hold mo as accessory before the

nate that he should, so soon after arriving in the state, violate one of its criminal laws. Every word that Dockery uttered drove nail in the coffin of hope. He frankly acknowledged that he could pos sibly have prevented the duel, but swore that he could not bear to see friend the grandson of man whom he revered grossly insulted.
 Old man Gansett was standing at the gate when they arrived.
 "W'y, you've got through with your work mighty soon," said he. "I lowed it would take you putty nigh all day. Glad it didn't, though. Wife she's out visitin'. Come in an rest your bones. Len, you ain't lookin' peart. Anything ailin' youW
 Len, averting his face, replied that he wasn't feeling very well. The old man was sorry to hear it. He had hoped that his grandson would enjoy the best of health.
 None O the niggers air about" MT Gansett remarked as he opened the door. "we'll have time all to ourselves. Take seats."
 Len grew more and more nervous. " Murder, murder, murder 1" rang in his ears.
 Well, if that boy ain't a sweatin' ies like it was July" said the old man. "Ah, Lord, boy, if you sweat this sort O wealth CT don't know what'll become O you when we turn the moul'board to the con. Dockery, have you seen Mort Haney to- day ?"
 Len started. The old man continued : !" His wife was over here while ago, rid in the nag that Mort got from Josh Meyers. She'd been visitin' summers. The beatenest woman to gad about ever seen. She said that Mort was to come after her an she didn't know whut had become O him."
 Dockery replied evasively, and made a feeble effort to change the subject, but the old man, paying no attention to his guests evident desire to introduce a new topic, continued: cts mighty sildom that anybody hears me talk about my neighbors but l want to say this about Mort: There's some mighty good p'ints about him, an then ag'in there's some not SO good. When he gifts little flicker in him he's as upish as hen a-settin'. have thought it many time an now I'm goin' to say it. If he don't mind some feller that ain't got no mo- sense'n he hasll shoot his head often his shoulders. Don't you boys feel like eatin' snack There's plenty O cop viddults in the kitchen. I'll go an put it on the table"
 "Oh, never mind," the editor expostu- lated. "We ate something just before leaving the berg. We really haven't time to eat, MT. Gansett. The fact is, Len and have little riding to do and we'd like to borrow a couple of horses"
 "Well, you air welcome to 'em, but you'll have to wait awhile. sent wag- on-load O corn an' wheat to the mill this mornin', an as told the boy not to wait if the mill was crowded, he'll be along back now putty soon. Better let me fix you somethin' to eat2 Len, ain't you hongry2"
 "No, sir, couldn't eat bit. I-I-"
 {" Just my fix, Len," said the editor, coming forward with a well-timed re- mark, to cover the break in Lens pro- test.
 "Well, if you can't eat, you can't, that's all. Jest excuse me for a mint then, fur l do want to cat snack"
 "Len," said Dockery, when the old man had left the room, we'd better pull out from here without waiting for the horses. The first thing we know a con- stable will be down on us. You'd better go and crowd your duds into gripsack."
 "Are you going back after your clothes ?" Len asked.
 The editor, sadly smiling, replied: "I brought mine with me. always go ac- companied by my wardrobe. reckon, however, we'd better wait till the horses come. My goodness, boy, don't look that way. Change your face by the time the old man comes back, or he'll know that something has happened"
 Len had arisen and was standing with his back turned to the fire. His face was pale and into his eyes, whose wont was liveliness of expression. there had crept vacant stare. When the old man re- turned to the room, Len sat down but took care not to expose his face to Bob Gansett's investigation.
 "It's mighty nigh time them horses