The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1911-11-15

at hand. Another twenty-four hour.
and Darlington reflected there would
only be good-by to say.
1--WE will reach New Madrid to
night" he told her. They We're watch
ing the river, under a flood of yellow
moonlight.
Darlington with his back against ;
stanchion, watched her discontenteuly
You'll be mighty glad to have thi:
over with, Miss Malroy-" he said a
length, with a comprehensive SWEEP
toward the river.
"Yes-shan't you?" and she opened
her eyes questiongly.
NO." said Darlington with a shor
laugh, drawing a chair near hers ant
sitting down.
Betty, in surprise, gave him quicl
look, and then as quickly glanced away
from what she encountered in his
eyes. AS she looked, suddenly pale
points Of light appeared on a distan,
headland
"Is that New Madrid-Oh, is it, Mr.
Darlington she cried eagerly.
II reckon so,'' but he did not alter
his position.
But you're not looking!"
Eyes, l AMIN looking at you.
reckon you'll think me crazy, Miss Nal
Representations and all that-but
wish Memphis could be wiped off the
map, and that we could go on like this
forever!"
you mustn' talk sol am nothing
to you"
Yes, you are. You're everything tt
me-" said Darlington doggedly. "Yol
shall love me-" She was powerless
in his embrace She felt his breath or
her cheek, then he kissed her. Sud
denly his arms fell at his side; his
face was white. 81 was brute to Dc
|that-Betty, forgive me! am sorry
no, can't be sorry!"
They were alongside the New Mad
rid wharf now, and certain young
man who had been impatiently watch
ing The Maids lights ever since they
became visible, crossed the gang
plank with bound.
"Betty-why in the name of good
ness did you ever choose this tub?'
said the newcomer.
"Charley!"
Darlington stepped back. This mus
1xylo hol n
river from Memphis to meet her-bu
her brothers name was Tom! He
looked this stranger-this Charley
over with a hostile eye, offended by
his good looks, his confident manner
in which he thought he detected an all
of ownership, as if-certainly he was
holding her hands longer than was
necessary. An instant later, when Bet
lty, remembering, turned to speak tC
him, his place by the rail was deserted
CHAPTER TX.
Judge Slocum Price.
All that day Hannibal was haunted
by the memory of what he had heard
and seen at Slosson's tavern More
than this, there was his terrible sense
of loss, and the grief he could not
master. Marking the course of the
road westward, he chung to the woods
where his movements were as stealthy
as the very shadows themselves.
Presently, as he stumbled forward
he came to small clearing in the
center of which stood log dwelling
The place seemed deserted.
Tilted back in a chair by the door Of
this house a man was sleeping. The
boot of an owl from a nearby tree
reused him. He yawned and stretched
himself, thrusting out his fat legs and
extending his great arms. Then becom
ing aware of that small figure which
had stolen up the path as he slept and
now stood before him in the uncertain
light, he fell to rubbing his eyes with
the knuckles of his plump hands.
"Who are you?" he demanded.
"Im Hannibal Wayne Hazard" said
the boy. The man quilted his chair
"Well-I am glad to know you, Han
Price-Judge Slocum Price, sometime
major-general of militia and ex-mem
Der of congress, to mention few OF
those honors my fellow countrymer
havethrust upon me-" He made a
sweeping gesture with his two hands
outspread and bowed ponderously.
The boy saw man of sixty, whose
|gross and battered visage told it's owr
STORY. There was sparse white frost
about his ears; and his eyes, pale blue
and prominent, looked out from under
battling brows. He wore a shabby
plum-colored coat and tight, drat
breeches. ABOUT his fat neck was 9
black stock, with just suggestion Of
soiled linen showing above it. His
figure was corpulent and unwieldly.
you don't belong in these parts
do you?" asked the judge, when he
had completed his scrutiny.
mo, SIR" answered the boy. He
glanced off down the road, where
lights were visible among the trees
what town is that?"
"Pleasantville-whi is lie-but
am neither sufficiently drunk nor suffi
GENTLY sober to cope with the posi-
bites your question offers. Have you
so much as fifty cents about your
and the judges eyes narrowed to a
slit above their folds of puffy flesh
Hannibal, keeping his glance fixed on