Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1911-12-12

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gentlemen. At present I am what
am. while you are a hound and a black !
guard! Well settle this as becomes
our breeding" He poured himself q
second glass of liquor from Fentress'
decanter. Il wonder II 1t is possible
to insult you." and he tossed glass and
contents in Fentress' face. The col.
onels thin features were cOnvulscd.
The judge watched him with scornful
curling Of the lips. Il am treating you
better than you deserve" he tainted.
Tomorrow morning at sun-np at 4
Boggs' race-track! cried Fentress. The,
Judge bowed, with, splendid courtesy.
Nothing could please me half so9
well, he declared, He turned to. the
others. Gentlemen, this Is a private
matter. When have met Colonel
Fentress Iashall make public am
nouncementS of why this appeared nee.
essary to me; until then trust this
matter will not be given publicity. May
I ask your silence?" He bowed again,
and abruptly passed from the room.
His three friends followed in his
steps, leaving Fentress standing by the
table, the ghost Of a smile on his thin
lips.
. AS If the very place were evil, the
Judge hurried down the drive toward I
the road. At the gate he paused and
turned on his companions, but his fea-
lures wore look Of dignity that for
bade comment or question. He held
out his hand to Yancy.
Sir" he said If could command
the riches of the Indies, 1t would tax
my resources to meet the fractional
part of my obligations to YOU"
"Think OF that" said Yancy, as
much overwhelmed by the judges
manner as by his words.
"His Uncle Bob shall keep his place
in my grandson's life! Well watch him
grow into manhood together" The
Judge was visibly affected. A smile Of
deep content parted Mr.. Yancy's lips
as his muscular fingers closed about \
the Judges hand with crushing force.
..Whoop!"5 cried Cavendish,s delight y
ed at this recognition Of Yancy's love
for the boy. and he gleefully smote the
austere Mahaffy on the shoulder. But
Mahaffy was dumb In the presence of
the decencies, he quite lacked an In 4
.terprete:. The Judge looked ba !: at
the house.
"Mine!' he muttered. "The clothes 4
he stands in--the food he eats mine!
Mine!" M
CHAPTER xxx. t
AT about the same hour that the
Judge was hurting threats and insults
at Colonel Fentress, three men were
waiting ten miles away at the head
|of the bayou which served to isolate
Hicks cabin. Now no one Of these
three had ever heard of Judge Slocnm
Price; the breath OF his fame had
never blown, however gently, in their
direction, yet they were preparing to
thrust opportunity upon him. TO this
end they were lounging about. the open
ing in the woods. where the horses be- 4
longed to Ware and Murrell we're tied
At length the dip of oars became
audible in the silence and one OF the
trio stole down the path, a matter of
fifty yards, to a point that overlooked
the bayou. He was gone but a mo-
ment, 81 .5$ KS til ri Il ,5 3.s
cts Murrell all rfght!'"' he said In
an eager whisper. Him and another
fellow-the Hicks girl Is rowing them
He glanced from one to the other Of his
companions, who seemed to take firmer
hold Of themselves under his eye. .'Itll
be all right he protested lightly.
He's as good as ours. Wait till
give you the word And he led the
way into an adjacent thicket. a
Meantime Ware and Murrell had
landed and were coming along the
path, the outlaw a step or two in adj
vance, OF his friend They reached the
horses and were untying them when
the thicket suddenly disgorged the
three men; each held a cooked pistol:
two Of these pistols covered MUrrell
and the third was leveled at Ware.
"Hues!" cried Mnrrell in astonish.
for the man confronting him was the
Clans messenger who should have
been speeding across the state.
"Toss UP your hands, Murrell, said
Hues quietly. 81
One of the other men spoke
.You are under arrest"
Arrest
6"You are wanted for Niger stealing, Z /.
said the man. Still MurrellS did mot I
seem to comprehend. He looked at
Hues In dull wonder. l n, z /;
What are you doing here?" he
asked.
WditiIS W ilIcSI yOu---dlH Y sIudL
plain?" said Hues, with grim smile
The outlaws hands dropped at his
side, limp and helpless. With, some
idea that he might attempt to draw a
weapon one Of the men took hold OF
him. but Murrell was nerveless to his
touch; his face had gone CHASTITY
white and was streaked with the mark
ings of terror.
well, by thunder!" cried the man in
utter amaZement.
Murrell looked into Hues' face.
"You-you" and the words thick.
ened on his tongue becoming an, I'M
larticulate murmur
"It's all up, John, said Hues.
MOI" said Murrell, recovering HIM
self "You may as well turn me loose
You can't arrest met
"I've done it, answered Hues, with
a laugh. 1--WE been on your track fol
six months
tHow about this fellow" asked tho