The western sentinel. [volume] (Winston-Salem, N.C.) 1887-1926, 1894-07-19
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CHAPTER Xxx

Early after breakfast on Monday
morning Torrance and Dabney went to
the courthouse and waited for Rachels
and Carruthers.
II feel first rate this morning, Dab
new Good faith, I feel nigh as young
as you look. What man is there in
Rachelsl to say nothing of the sort Of
toddy he can make for an old fellow
like me to go to sleep with. I don't
take 'em often, specially at night; but
I thought would last night, as much
FOR politeness' sake to Rachels as any
thing else. Yes, he's a good man. The
older l get the more 1 admire how It
is that the good Lord often puts In
lowly places men such Us him. But
yonder they come. What graceful
mover is Carruthers, In spite of his
crutch, and how tastefully got up!
Well, Gus. How do, Mr.. Carruthers2
The top of the morning to you, sir. If
you and were better acquainted I'd
call you Owen, knowing and respect
ing your father as I did. But on such
as that we'll talk hereafter. l want
to have little chat with you about
this paper just handed me by the clerk,
which purports to be, but is not, the
last will of Pearce Anderson. It's a
pity you were sick when it was first
otfsrcd for proof, or all the trouble
about it would have been saved, at
least on ono side. Please come with
IN the bar
When they were seated side by side,
he said:
Look it over carefully by way Of
preparing yourself for some questions
which am going to put to you on the
stand. Note those signatures Bless
me! what magnificent hand you do
write! and how well you can imitate!"
Carruthers read few lines on the
first page, turned over, and, after scrrl-
tinizing narrowly the signatures.
turned it back and fixed his eye on The
spot at the top where the word Copy"
in pencil by his own hand had become
nearly oblitcrated. He became deadly
pale, and, looking at Torrance for a
moment. rose, and, grasping his crutch,
got out OF the bar, and was making
for the door, when Rachels caught his
arm and seated him by his side on thu
bench.
Let me loose, Gus Rachels!' he said
painting. II won't have anything to
do with this cussed case. I'm sick.
and if / have to stay in this place
shall die"
"Mr. Carruthers," said Torrance.
when he had gotten where they were,
SIT is fortunate thing that Wiley
Anderson got you to do what he did.
The Nemesis of wrath. perhaps, you
never heard of: but you're going to see
it, and you're going to feel it, at least
to Il degree, if you run away from this
place or try to dodge the high duty you
arc called here for. l want nothing
but the truth out of you, sir. That I'll
have, if 1 have to open you from your
neck downward and tear out the in
sides of you. 1t won't hurt, on the
contrary, 1t will save you from harm of
every sort, to let it out without resort
to the knife. If you stand squarely to
what you know, and to what you see !
know, I'll protect you against even q
feather to fall upon you. If you don't,
I'll put you in the penitentiary for
completely in forgery. Gus, you'll
know how to calm down this man.
I've no idea that Wen have to send the
sheriff to your assistance"
"Oh! he'll be all right in a few min
utes, Mr.. Torrance. The thing took
him by such surprise as to scare him g
little. Then, you know, Mr.. Torrance,