The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1907-11-10
He Sold His Land
to NOrthernerS
and Won Hatred
OF His Own PeO-
pie X * X

more piercing Than the rest. dominated
the squealing of the gigs and the
Shrieks of the locomotive The sound
OF 1t frOze the riders blood, for in IL
&c recognized the voice OF Uncle
Wash. his fathers ole slave. Bud
leaDed from HIS horse His ears ham
mered. crimson blinded his ewes. With
a great oath Bud SeagIe parted The
frightened negro Tabble. Win a hound
&c stood at the threshold OF the gin.
MS cooked pistol pointed IN mis- hand
Al his teet Uncle Wash vrrfrbed 80
quiVeFed ana moaned ilke a broker
tedst- Before him The white men 81
me Town stood IN a m0tiOuiess row
their toEacco-stained lips EapiuR in
sGFpfise- On d cOrn-bIn SAT C0ioDaI
ringer their chief, OpIum-eyed. con
soIcus OF ms own power, beneath his
ENlte muStacle his cigar tv-ft7Fire~
with furtive exultatfOn and revenge
without raising voice, ne said. As if
there had been nc interruuf on with
me quiet authority Of one accustomed
10 be ObCyed.
Go on Seventeen
Damn ye!' Bud leaped a step for
ward and bestrode his serf. who Law
gFCaning, wrists tied 10 ankles. 1raa he
10 move, "One mob AIRY lick am
Of yen die fust.''
There was net a man In the room
that did not know that Bud meant
what he said
I'll take that belt. Andy" Bud
spoke, quietly.
I saw him picking up something
On the counter" the clerl, expIajued'
Shunling uneasily But Bud kent his
eyes on the colonel
The clerk looked az his er7uIove7.
but received To order in return TIis
red, freclCled hand sulkilv allowed the
strap q slip. Then the rider. with a
cat-llie motion, brought a huge hunt
ing knife from his pocket tore omen
its blade, deliberately sIashed the beIf
INTO snort lengths, and flung them at
the colonels feet. Then he bent and
cut the cords that bound the victim
Ccubie.
Get up. Wash!p he smoke sbarnIv
Did We take anything from fhs+
mans counter2'' his bIazfng go
pierced the shivering negro 10 his Verv
soul answer
Fur Gawd's sake. no. KIas'r Bud.
Oh, my Gawd. Nah feeiin's OF de-
mocracy demand that I should walk
perpendicular befOh my Lord upon the
green carpit that he has laid upon the
main"
Now, Colonel Fingerr Bud sternad
forward. his revolver still eager, and
locked The despOt steadily in the eve
one mob word with you. sab. We
cant afford 10 die. You can't die an
leave all this behind. But II one hai-
Of Uncle Wash is teched, or his cabin
burned, or anything happens to him
i snant go round inquirin' who but
III come straight 10 you, an III XIII
We Yes, sab. I'll kill We as I would
a dog Good ev'n, gen 'lemen."
Jess a minute. Bud, Colonel Fin
gers large jaws opened for the first
time The rider turned contempUu-
Ous!y uaOn him.
You Vc did me Bud. acEnoVvI-
edge We that, an I hainT got no hard
feelings III cOIch ye some day vet
and ] jess as lief shake hands now
But we've been gOin' roun with my
daughter, Ye can quit IT right now,
or she shaH't get no cent from me-
II viii il to hell first" Colonel Fin
gers FACE grew blOtched with fury.
Even then. at an answer to this vi
cioGs taunt, the men would have shot
the un3Tmeu rider where he stood and
Bud krCW il. He Strengthened him
self to his greatest height. He must
stand the Insult 10 himself 10 save the
man. Pale and proud. he turned
again and passed out of the gin
At Colonel Fingers gate The horse
stopped, according 20 its custom. There
stood Florence looking up at her lover.
her head bare in the sun that had now
lost its bTaZen horror. The girl opened
the gate and came close 10 him. IN
Gle Wash looked down upon them with
a s5othicss, tender smile
Sly, Bud"-she stole her hand into
his-"ye had fight with Popper?''
The rider nodded. sternly.
lie was hclSin' Uncle Wash, an ys
saved him"
The negroes white head bobbed Ike q
spray OF bridal veil In the wind
Il had 10"
An if Pepper hadn't stopped.
reckon we'd killed him. en-. Bud2'
The young man answered steadily
enough. bat turned his head drearily
away. He had gained his man. but he
had lost his wife. and the strain was
beginning 10 tell on him.
I reckon / would -
All, boy" she went on, with height
ening color. I'd hated ye IL We hadn't
brought him out. Don't you see, Bud,
/ love ye-I admire ye SOL amt got
no father now
But Florence-i'
Don't We want me. Bud Won't ye
take me as I am. without a hat, with
out p fat,ier. without a cent, and give
NE little supper?'
But Florence, darling Good Cod
How can ~
a little talk with the Rev. Mason
viii make II right-au right The
girls voice sank to an awed whisper
November 10. 1907