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err. She refined in her horse abreast
of his cart.
Aren't you Mr.. Yancy?, she asked
Il am Mrs Ferris, and / am very
pleased to make your acquaintance
1.-THE same here" murmured Yancy
with winning civility.
Mrs. Ferris companion leaned for.
ward, her face ayerted, and strOked
her horses neck with gloved hand.
This is my friend, Miss Betty Nal
roy"
"Glad to know you, ma'am," said
Yancy.
Miss Malroy faced him, smiling.
She was quite radiant with youth and
beauty.
1--WE are just returning from Scratch
HILL" said Mrs. Ferris.
"And the dear little boy we met is
your nephew, is he not, Mr.. Yancy?'
1t was Betty Malroy who spoke.
"In manner he is and in a manner
he amt explained Yancy, somewhat
enigmatic ally.
do you know the old deserted cab
in by the big pine?-the Blount
lp.ace?" asked Mrs. Ferris.
Eyes, ma am, l know it,
Il am going to have Sunday school
there for the children; they shan't be
neglected any longer if l can help it
Now won't you let your little nephew
Gomez"
81 reckon you:all can count on my
nevvy," Bob said.
Hannibal and Yancy were the first
to arrive at the deserted cabin in the
old field Sunday afternoon. Shy
children. from the pine woods, big
brothers with little sisters and big
sisters with little brothers, drifted out
of the encircling forest.
Mrs. Ferris missionary spirit mani
tested itself agreeably enough on the
whole. She read certain chapters
from the Bible, finishing with the
story of David, narrative that made
deep impression upon Yancy, com
fortably seated in the doorway.
"You will all be here next Sunday,
won't you ?-and at the same hour?''
she said, rising.
There was a sudden clatter of hoofs
beyond the door. A man, we'll dress
ed and we'll mounted had ridden into
the yard. AS Mrs. Ferris came from
the cabin he flung himself out of the
saddle and, hat in hand, approached
her.
g" am hunting a place called the
Barony: can you tell me if | am on
the right road?" he asked. He was a
man in the early thirties, graceful
and powerful of build, with hand
some face.
1T is my husband you wish to see?
| am Mrs. Ferris"
"Then General Quintard is dead"'
His tone was one of surprise.
His death occurred over a year ago.
and my husband now owns the Bar
ony; were you friend of the gener'
als?"
mo madam; he was my fathers
friend, but had hoped to meet him."
His manner was adroit and plausible.
will you ride on with US to the
Barony and meet my husband, Mr..
>, she paused
acknowledgement Murrell. Thank
you; l would like to see the old place.
| should highly value the privilege
then his eyes rested on Miss Malroy
Betty, let me present Captain
Murrell."
The captain bowed, giving her a
glance of bold admiration.
BY this time the children had strag
gled off into the pine woods as silently
as they had assembled; only Yancy
and Hannibal remained. Mrs. Ferris
turned to the former.
'If you will close the cabin door
Mr.. Yancy, everything will be ready
for next Sunday" she said, and NOV
ed toward the horses, followed by
Murren. Betty Malroy fingered for q
moment at HannibaPs side.
"Good-by, little boy; you must ask
your Uncle Bob to bring you up to the
big house to see me-" and STOPPING
she kissed him. "Goed-by, Mr.
Yancy."
| CHAPTER III.
Trouble at Scratch Hill.
| Captain Murrell had established
himself at Balaam's Cross Roads. He
was supposed to be interested in the
purchase of plantation, and in com
pany with Crenshaw visited the mum
erous tracts of land which the march