The Minneapolis journal., 1902-08-11
The Gentleman From Indiana
By BOOTH T4RK1NGTON
Copyright by Doubleday & Mcclure Co., 1899
CHAPTER X-Continued.

CHAPTER x-Continued.
He stopped and looked at the faces before
| him. When he spoke his voice was gentle,
and though the tremulousness Of age harped
on the vocal strings. it was rigidly controlled.
Kin some kline gelmun," he asked, please
t'be good ez t show de ole main whuh de
Wite-Caips is done shoot Marse Hawkliss?''
Here was where it happened, Uncle zen,'
answered Wiley, leading him forward. Here
is the stain"
Xenophon bent over the spot on the sand,
making little odd noises in his throat Then
he painfully resumed his former position.
"Dass his blood he said. in the same gen
| tie, quavering tone. "Dass my bes' fren
whut lay on de groun' whuh yos stand, gel
| mum"
! There was pause, and one spoke.
"Dass whuh day laid i'm an dass whuh he
lie" the old negro continued "Dey shot i'm
In de aels. Dey ain shot i'm heah-yondeh
dey druggen i'm. but dis whuh he lie." He
bent over again, then knelt, groaningly, and
placed his hand on the stain. one would have
said, as a man might place his hand over a
heart to see If it still beat He was motion
less, with the air of hearkening.
"Marse, honey, Is YOU gomez He raised
his voice as if calling, us you gone, subj
Marse?"
He looked up at the circle about him. and,
still kneeling not taking his hand from the
sand, seeming to wait for sign, to listen for
a voice, he said: "Whafo' you gelmun think
de good Lawd summon Marse Hawkliss? Kaze
he de mes httes'? You know dat man he
ketch me In de cole night, wintuh 70 lais',
stealin' Is wood. You know whut de done
t. de ole thief? TEX an bull up big fab cen
ole Zen shainty; say, Hep yo'se'f an well
come. Reckon you hongry. too, ain you,
Xenophon?' TEX an feed me. TEX an TEX
keer O. me ev' since. All pump de bath full
in de mawin' mex is bed; pull de weeds
out'n Of de front walk-dass all. He TEX me
in When All ask i'm ain he 'fraid keep ole
thief, he say, jesse: 'Dass all my fault, Keno
phcn; ought look you up long go; ought
know long go YOU be cole desc bald nights.
Reckon Ah'm de thicvenest one us two, Ken
ophon, keeoin' all dis wood stock up
when you got none' he say, jesse. TEX me
in; say he lahk a thief. Pay me sala'y
Feed me. Dass de main whut de Caips gone
shot lais' night" He raised his head sharply
and the mystery in his gloomy eyes intensified
as they opened wide and stared at the sky
unseeingy.
Use bawn wild cawl!" he exclaimed
) loudly His twisted frame was braced to an
, extreme tension. Use bawn wild a caWl
De blod anssuh!'
1T wasn't the Cross Roads, Uncle Keno.
phon," said aWrren Smith, laying his hand
> on the old mans shoulder.
Xenophon rose to his feet. He stretched
the Crossroads lay; stood rigid and silent
, like SEER then spoke:
DE men whut shot Marse Hawkl1ss lies
yondeh, hidin' FUN de light O day. An
him'-he swerved his whole rigid body TIL
the arm pointed northwest-'he lies yondeh
) You won't find him heah. Dey fought in
cen de fiels an dey bruggen i'm heah. Dix
whuh dey lay i'm down. Ise bawn wild {
2 cawl!"
There wer exclamations from the listeners
for Xenophon spoke as one having authority
Suddenly he turned and pointed his out
= stretched hand full at Judge Briscoe.
An dass de MAN, he cried, 'dass d.
main kin tell you All speak de trufe.'
+ Before he was answered, Eph Watts looked
at Briscoe keenly and then turned to Lg
, Willetts and whispered: Get on your horse
ride in, and ring the courthouse bell l1k
the devil Do as I say
Tears stood in the Judges eyes 1T is so,
he said, solemnly. He speaks the truth.
didn't mean to tell it to-day, but some
5 how" He paused. THE hounds" he cried
I They deserve 1t. My daughter saw then
! crossing the fields in the night-saw then
climb the fence, hoods, gowns and all, oil
:. crowd Of them. She and the lady who Is Wis
I iting us saw them, saw them. plainly. -Th
lady saw them several times, clear as day
e by the flashes of lghtning-the scoundrel
were coming this way They must have beel
j dragging him with them then. He couldn'
have had a show for his life amongst them
Do what you like-maybe they've got him a
e the Croos Roads. If there's chance of it
i dead or alive-bring him back"
Bring him back! God could maybe, bu
: He won't. Who's travelling my way? | g
i vest" Hartley Bowlder had ridden his sor
g rel up the embankment and the horse stoo
- between the rails.
q There was an angry roar from the crowe
y the prosecutor pleaded and threatened un
Il needed; and as for the deputy sheriff, he de
, clared his intention of taking with him a
who wished to go as his posse. Eph Watt
y succeeded in making himself heard aboV
the tumult.
> 1.-The square," he shouted. "Start from tn
- square We want everybody and We'll nee
~ them. We want every one in Carlow to {
Iee implicated in this posse"
~ 'They will be!' shouted farmer. 'Don
you worry about that
I'VE want to get into some sort Of shape,
cried Eph.
shape, hell!" said Hartley Bowlder.
There was a hiss and clank and rattle b.
is hind him. and a steam whistle shrieked. I'll
crowd divided, and Hartley's sorrel jumpe
lust in time as the westbound accommod
s. tion rushed through on its way to Roue
or From the rear platform leaned the sheri
u Horner, waving his hands frantically as
flew by, but no one understood-or cared
e. what he said, or, in the general excitemen
of his duty at such a time. When the ira
IS, had dwinded to a dot and disappeared, al
1t, the noise of it's rush grew faint, the cour
no house bell was heard ringing.and the mob w
to piling pell-mell into the village to form
u the square. The judge STOOD alone on q
ernbankment.
10, THAT settles it, he said aloud, gloomi
81, watching the last figures. He took off
nd hat and pushed back the thick, white hs
ed from his forehead. Nothing to do but wa
Of Might as we'll go home for that. Blast it
en- he exclaimed, impatiently. II don't want
ee. go there. It's too hard on the little girl
tes she hadn't come till next week she'd nev
he have known John Harkless.'
lat
NJ CHAPTER XII.
ar John Browns Body.
10 All morning horsemen had been gallopi
through Six-Cross-R Roads, sometimes sing
N oftener in company. At l O'Clock the Ia