The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1911-12-06
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The Judge, a step or two in advance,
wheeled in his tracks with startling
suddenness.
"What?" he faltered, and his face
was ashen.
here; it is yours sir, l suppose?" said
Darlington.
mo, sir-no; my name is Price
Slocum Price! Observation-Disclosures
Vile" he muttered thickly, staring
stupidly at Darlington.
Its not common name; you seem
to have heard it before?" said the lat
ter.
A spasm of pain passed over the
judges face.
Give heard it. The name is on
the rifle, you say?"
Here on the stock, yes"
The Judge took the gun and exam
ined it in silence.
Where did you get this rifle, Han
nibai?" he at length asked brokenly.
81 fetched it away from the Barony,
sir; Mr.. Crenshaw said ! might have
it,"
The Judge gave great start, and a
hcarse, inarticulate murmur stole
from between his twitching lips.
| what do you know Of the BarOny,
Hannibal2"
| 81 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 dull wonder
struck through his tone. How long
81 don't know how long it were, but
until Uncle Bob carried me away after
the old general died.
The Judge slipped hand under the
childs chin and tilted his face back so
that he might look into it. For a long
moment he studied closely those small
features, then with a shake of the head
he handed the rifle to Darlington and
without word strobe forward. Car
rington had been regarding Hannibal
with a quickened interest.
'"Hello!" he said, as the Judge moved
eff. 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 bowed
For once silence had fixed it's seal up
on his lips, no inspiring speech fell
from them. He had been suddenly
swept back into a past ne had striven
these twenty years and more to forget
and his memories shaped themselves
Enthusiastically. Surely if ever man
|had Quilted the world that knew him,
Inc was that man! He had died and
yet he lived-lived horribly, without
soul or heart, the empty she'll of a
man.
A turn in the road brought them
within sight of the Boggs' race track,
wide, level meadow. The judge
paused irresolutely, and turned his
bleared face on his friend.
"Well 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.
"Tve been in Raleigh three days al
together" answered Darlington, and
they continued on across the meadow
in silence.
Here were men from the small clear
Iings 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 by the thousand and their slaves
|by the score There was the hutter
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
lent and full. These swift-rolling car
riages with their handsome women,
these well-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 fig
ure.
"Why, Hannibal" cried Betty Nal
roy.
miss Betty! Miss Betty" and Han
|nibal buried his head on her shoulder.
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?"
1--WE got here just today, Miss Bet
ty," said Hannibal.
Mr.. Ware, careless as to derss, scowl-
ed down on the child. He had favored
Boggs' with his presence, not because
he felt the least interest in horse rae
ing, but because he had no faith in
girls, and especially had profound mis-
trust of Betty. She was so much east
ly portable wealth, a pink-faced chit
ready to fall into, the arms of the |
first man who proposed to her. But
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