Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1911-11-14

!ZzeIamouslovaiby.
VAUGHAN, HESTER,
81 " = $3.50. ..,,4 The Bohbs Merrill Company

xv.-(continued.)

CHAPTER Xv-(Continued.)
whats become of Bob Yancy?"
Darlington went on. He looked from
Mahaffy Ito the Judge; externally Meth.
er Of these gentlemen was calculated
to inspire confidence. Mahaffy,
keenly alive, to this fact, returned Car
rington's glance with Q fixed and hos
tile star. Come said Darlington,
good naturally, you surely remember
me?'
Eyes, sir; I reckon l do
Cant you tell me about Mr..
Yancy?"
mo, sir; I don't know exactly where
he is" 2"
"But how. did you get here?" per-
sisted Darlington.
Suddenly Mahaffy turned on him.
Don't you see he's with us?'' ne
said truculently. ,ra
well, my dear sir, certainly in
tended no offense!" rejoined Caring
ton rather hotly.5 l., ID. IT,. G.
Mahaty was plainly disturbed, the
debased currency Of his affection was
in circulation where Hannibal was
concerned. and he eyed the river man
askance He was prepared to give
him the lie should he set up any claim
to the boy.
The Judge plodded forward, his
shoulders dropped, and his head bow
ed. For once silence had fixed Its
seal upon his lips, no inspiring speech
fell from them. He had been suddenly
swept back into past he had striven
these twenty years and, more to forget
=; oh
Enthusiastically. Surely If ever man
had Quilted the world that knew him.
he was that man! He had died and
vet he ,Hved-lived horribly, without
soul or heart, the empty shell Of q
man. -. E&
A turn in the road brought them
within, sight of Boggs' race track.
wide level meadow. The Judge paus-
ed irresolutely, and turned his blear
ed face on his friend. r.
We'll stop here, Solomon he said
rather YEARLY, for the spirit OF boast
and jest was quite gone out OF MIN.
He glanced toward Darlington. Are
you a resident of these parts, s1r?"
he asked. sE - f.. t,' ~.
'~"Fve been in Raleigh three days al
together" answered Darlington, fall
ing into step at his side, and they
continued on across the meadow In
silence.
do YOU observe the decorations OF
those refreshment booths?-the taste
full disposition of our national colors,
sir?" the Judge presently, inquired.
Darlington smiled; he was able to
follow mis- companions train OF
thought. f.: ~
Theywere elbowing the crowd now.
Here were men from the small clear
ings in homespun and butternut or
fringed hunting shirts. with their
women folk trailing after them. Here
too in lesser numbers, were the lords
of the soil, the men who counted their
acres tby the thousand ana their
slaves Ely the score. There was the
flutter Of skirts among the moving
groupes, the nodding of gay parasols
that shaded fresh young faces. while
occasionally comfortable family car
rage with some planters wife or
daughter rolled silently over the turf;
for BOggs' race track was q famous
meeting place where families that saw
one another not above once or twice
a year. friends who lived a days hard
drive apart even when summer roads
were at their best, came as to COM
mon center. ~.
The judges dull eye kindled, the
haggard lines that had streaked his
face erased themselves. This was
life. opulent and full. These swift
rolling carriages with their handsome
women. these well dressed men on
foot, and splendidly mounted, all did
their part toward lifting him out OF
his gloom. He settled his hat on his
head with a rakish slant and his walk
became a strut, he ccurted observa-
ton: he would have been grateful for
word, even a jest at his expense.
A CRY from Hannibal drew his at
tentlcn. Turning, he was in time to
see the boy bound away. An instant
later, to his establishment. he saw
Young girl who was seated with two
men in an open carriage, spring to the
ground. and dropping to her knees
put her arms about the tattered little
figure. -.
why, Hannibal" cried Betty Nal
roy. .e.
Miss Betty! Miss Betty" and
Hannibal buried his head on her
shoulder r
:.What is it, Hannibal; what is it,
dear?" .
Nothing, only I'm so glad to find
you!''
Il am glad to see you, tool" said
Betty, as she wiped his tears away.
when did you get here, dear"
Eve got here just today, Miss Bet
ty," said Hannibal. rs
Mr.. Ware, careless as to dress, with
a wiry black beard of weeks growth
decorating his chin and giving an un-
kempt appearance which his express
sion did not mitigate, 1t being Of the
sour and fretful sort, scowled down on
the child. He had favored Boggs'
with his presence, not because he felt
the least interest in horse racing, but
because he had no faith in girls, and
especially had he profound mistrust
:of Betty. She was pink faced chit
ready to fall into the arms of the first
man who proposed to her. But Char
ley Norton had not seemed disturbed
by the planters forbidding air. Be-
tween these two there existed com
5plete reciprocity. of feeling, inasmuch
&c Tsoy,o,o ,,roeencA was aS di9ta6tefOl