The National tribune., 1902-01-02

"rhe fool sheriff and Prosecuting AttOr.
Eey were taken with that silly story o his
hcroism in the Gazette an wont prosecute
him. But it may be all right. Ye may
be able to work him on the compromise,
an through him reach the father"
''Very well; but, really, my dear Mr..
LaBoome, do we want compromise?
You say the evidence is lost; we have n
cellar case of action, and no res adjudicata
can rise in the matter"
Now, you must remember my dear
Muldrom, that there is many a slip 'twiXt
cup and lip. A half loaf is better than
no bread. That's the finest section O
half. The old fool is obstinate-hH's n
hog, and wants it all. | don't mind
giving him half. But he's a dom fool
says it's all his own. Work the girl
scheme on the boy"
| While LaRoome was posting Muldrom
on the course to pursue, the body of
horsemen, lawyers and all, rode TO the viii
lagc tavern, where negroes came to take
their horses, and the landlord stood on the
great porch smiling welcome on them.
The coming session of court was the all
absorbing topic. To George who had
spent much Of his life in the solitude of
the wilderness, and who until recently
had been prescribed and fugitive, the
change Of scene was refreshing.
ne hitt lut 'SntE!H Will WHO'LL he D1u
had the encounter, and that important
functionary smiled, and grasping his
hand said:
Never fear, boy, never fear. Ye did
take leetle mean advantage o me- but
! don't blame ye. I'd adone it myself"
| Then lowering his voice almost to a
whisper he added:
"Dern glad old LaBoome didn't git the
girl in his clutches. He's got some deep
scheme agin her, an I'd bet my head ont
| But ! was mad rs n hornet at ye till
read how ye fit the Injuns. and made sich
a hero o yersclf; then ! said though he
did do me mean, I'll forgive him"
'.Ihank you. That enabled me TO come
and help father in his suit"
| Hope yen win" declared the Sheriff
in a low, confidential tone Eyes. | hone
yen win. But Of course it's not for me
| to say so. I'm Sheriff. and as Sheriff got
TO do my duty: that don't keep me from
hOpin,' way down deep in me somewhere.
| that yen win. fur / know old LaBoome
| fur a derned old skinhint. Say, have We
got the ,gal where he can't find her."
"Yes."
Good; when she's Is his writ of habeas
corpus won't do no good.'
I'VE. know that; But she has Il year
yet before she is 49,
"Till that time keep her out N the
way"
|
| George and the Sheriff again shook
hands. and parted the best Of friends,
That evening the young man stood on the
bank of the great, rolling river, unon
which the broad-faced moon shed its soft
| rays. There is always something inspir-
ing in mighty river by moonlight; some
thing which turns the reflective mind in
ward and leads one 10 contemplate the
yastness of eternity.
Some such thoughts as these We're fill
ing the religious mind of the youth as he
stood gazing upon the mighty Missouri,
and SO busily was he engaged III the CON
temptation Of this sublime Thought that
he had not heard the step behind him.
A pleasant voice at his side said:
Good evening, sir. A noble river-a
amino"
George bowed TO the loquacious
stranger, and turning found himself face
to face with the elegant Muldrnm.
"A pleasant, magnificent and impOsinp
scene" declared the stranger. HYou are
one Of the lawyers, I presume"
''Oh, clerk of the court or some at.
tache. no doubt?"
"No, SIR"
"A legal student-ah, I see you are toe
young to be more than student"
y am not Z student" George answered
We'll, | beg pardon, then; but really
your intellectually and courageous hear,
ing indicate that you are not one of the
pIofannm vulgus If not too iBquisitive
may be permitted to ask what is your
J professionF
II am a farmer, sir"
"A noble calling. Agricalorum. tiIler
of the soil.-one OF natures nobemen.
am somewhat interested in agricultural