The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1911-10-18

''whatf" he faltered. and his face
was ashen.
Nothing. was reading the name
here! II 10 yours. sir. ] SUPPOSE" said
Darlington.
mo. sir-no; my name IL Price
Slocum Price! Turberville-Turber-
Vile" he muttered thickly. staring
stupidity at Darlington.
Its not a common name; you seem
to have heard II before?" said the
latter.
A spasm of pain passed over the
judges face.
1--we heard Il. The name Is on
the rife. you say?'
Here on the stock, yes
The Judge took the gun and ex.
amined II In silence.
Where did you get this rife. Hanni-
BALI he at length asked .brokenly.
II fetched Il away from the Barony.
sir; Mr. Crenshaw said | might have
f."
The Judge gave a great start, and
hoarse. inarticulate murmur stole from
between his twitching lips.
What do you know OF the Barony,
Hannibal?"
al lived at the Barony once, until
Uncle Bob took me to Scratch Hill to
be with him." said Hannibal.
| "You--you lived at the Barony?" re-
peated the Judge, and a dull wonder
struck through his tone. How long
ago--when?" he continued
II don't know how long II were. but
until Uncle Bob carried me away after
the old general died"
The Judge slipped a hand under the
| child's chin and tilted his face back
so that he might look into Il. For a
long moment he studied closely those
small features, then with a shake OF
the head he handed the rifle to Car
rington. and without word strobe for
ward. Darlington had been regarding
Hannibal with a quickened interest"
Hello" he said, as the judge moved
OF. You're the boy saw at Scratch
Hill"
Hannibal gave him a frightened
glance, and edged TO Mr.. Mahaffy's
side, but did not answer.
The Judge plodded forward. his
shoulders dropped, and his head bow
ed, For once silence had fixed It's seal
upon his lips, no inspiring speech fell
from them. He had been suddenly
swept back into a past he had striyen
these 20 years and more to forget, and
his memories shaped themselves fan
tastically. Surely II ever a man had
quilted the world that knew him, he
was that mani He had died and yet
he lived-lived horribly. without soul
or heart, the empty shell of a man.
A turn In the road brought them
II ~
wide. level meadow. The Judge paused
irresolutely, and turned his bleared
face on his friend
We'll stop here, Solomon" he said
rather YEARLY, for the spirit OF boast
and jest was quite gone out of him.
He glanced toward Darlington. Are
you resident OF these parts. sir?". he
asked.
i've been in Raleigh three days al
together" answered Darlington. and
they continued on across the meadow
In silence.
Here were men from the small
clearings In homespun and butternut
or fringed hunting-shirts. with their
women folk trailing after them. Here.
too, In lesser numbers.~wer the lords
Of the soil, the men who counted their
acres by the thousand and their slaves
by the score. There was the futter OF
skirts among the moving groups. the
nodding Of gay parasols that shaded
fresh young faces, while occasionally
a comfortable family carriage with
some planters wife or daughter rolled
silently over the turf
The judges dull eye kindled, the
haggard lines that streaked his face
erased themselves. This was life, opu-
lent and full These swift-rolling car
riages with their handsome women,
these wefi-dressed men on foot, and
splendidly mounted. all did their part
toward lifting him out OF his gloom.
A cry from Hannibal drew his at
tention. Turning, he was In time TO
see the boy bound away. An instant
later. to his establishment. he saw a
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
Miss Betty Miss Betty" and Han
nlbal buried his head on her shoul-
der.
What is It, Hannibal; what is II,
dear?"
Nothing. only I'm so glad to ind
you!"
(Cestinued.)