Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1911-10-17
Bobhs.Merrill Company

thousand dollars TO NatnanleI rerIls,
Of Currituck county.
There's money in the old place,
Bob at that figure" Crenshaw told
Yancy.
There are So" agreed Yancy, who
was thinking Crenshaw had lost no
time in getting it out.
They were seated on the counter IN
Crenshaw's store at Balaam's Cross
Roads, where the heavy odor Of black
molasses battled with the sprightly
smell of salt fish. The merchant held
the Scratch Hitler in no small esteem.
Their intimacy was of long standing,
for the Yancys going down and the
Crenshaws coming up had for q brief
space flourished on the same social
level. Mr.. Crenshaw's rise in life,
however. had been uninterrupted,
while Mr.. Yancy, wrapped In philo-
sophie calm and deeply averse to In
dustry, had permitted the momentum
impaired by remote ancestor to car
nv him where 1t would, which was
steadily away from that tempered
prosperity his family had once boasted
as members of the land-owning and
slave-holding class.
IIlSdu IASIc . lhOACJ AZ IAAO RA~SS
fo Ferris" Crenshaw explained.
81 reckon yo're right, Mr.. John; the
old general used to spend heap on
the Barony and we all know he never
got cent back. SO reckon the
moneys there yet"
"Bladen's got an answer from them
South Carolina Quintards, and they
don't know nothing about the boy"
said Crenshaw, changing the subject.
$50 you can rest easy. Bob; they
amt going to want him.
well sir. that surely is a passel OF
comfort to me. ! find l got all the
instincts of father without having
had none of the instincts of a hus-
band"
A richer, deeper realization of his
Joy came to Yancy when he had turn
ed his back on Balaam's Cross Roads
and set out for home through the fra
grant silence of the pine woods. His
probable part in the young life chance
had placed in his keeping was glori-
Gus thing to the man. He had not
cared to speculate on the future; he
had believed that friends or kindred
must sooner or later claim Hannibal,
but now he felt wonderfully secure in
Crenshaw's opinion that this was not
to be.
Just beyond the Barony. which was
midway between Balaam's and the
Hill down the long stretch Of sandy
re ad he saw two mounted figures, then
as tney drew nearer he caught the
fiutter of skirts and recognized one OF
the horsewomen. 1t was Mrs. Ferris,
wife of the Barony's new owner. She
refined in her horse abreast Of his cart.
Aren't you Mr.. Yancy?' she asked.
Eyes, ma am, that's me-Bob
Yancy" He regarded her with large
gray eyes that were frankly approving
in their expression, for she was more
than commonly agreeable to look up
on.
Il am Mrs. Ferris, and I am very
pleased to make your acquaintance.
.'The same here" murmured Yancy
with winning civility.
Mrs. Ferris companion leaned for
ward, her face averted, and stroked
her horses neck with gloved hand.
"This is my friend, Miss Betty Nal
roy
"Glad to know you, ma'an," said
Yancy.
Miss Malroy faced him, smiling. She.
too, was very good to look upon, in
deed she was quite radiant with youth
and beauty.
I'VE are just returning from Scratch
Hill think that is what you call it 2"
said Mrs. Ferris.
$50 we do" agreed Yancy.
And the dear little boy we met
is your nephew, is he not, MI. Yancy?"
1t was Betty Malroy who spoke.
In a manner he is and in a man
ner he amt explained Yancy, some
what enigmatically.
There are quite a number of chill
.Gren at Scratch Hill?" suggested Mrs.
Ferris.
YES, ma am, there are; a body
would naturally notice that
"And no school-not a church
eyen.s continued Mrs Ferris in a
grieved tone.
Never has been rejoined Yancy
cheerfully. He seemed 70 champion