The Detroit times., 1911-10-06

Miss bettyr asked Hannibal rather
fearfully.
aoh. I hope 90. dear" she turned
70 fancy. II wonder you don't leave
the Hill, Mr.. Yancy. You could 90
easily 80 where Mr.. Bladen would
never nnd you, Haven't you thought
OF thisy"
THAT are pint" agreed Yancy
slowly. Might ask you what parts
you'd specially recommends" lifting
his grave eyes to hers.
1T would really be the sensible
thing 20 dol" said Betty. Il am sure
you would like West Tennessee
say you are q great hunter" Yancy
smiled almost guilty.
mr.. Yancy. II you should cross the
mountains, remember live near
Memphis Belle Plain IL the name OF
the plantation--it's not hard 70 md;
Just don't forget-Belle Plain"
II won't forget. and mebby you Will
see IA there one OF these days sho,
I've seen mighty little OF the world
about as far as dog can trot In
a couple OF hours!"
Betty glanced toward the squire
and Mr.. crenshaw. They were stand
ing near the bars that gave entrance
to the lane. Murrell had left them
and was walking briskly down the
road toward Crenshaw's store, where
his horse was tied. She bent down
and gave Yancy her slim white hand.
aGood-by, Mr.. Yancy-lift Hannibal
80 that !. can kiss him. Yancy swung
the child aloft. II think you are such
|a nice little boy, Hannibal-you
mustn't forget mel" And touching her
horse lightly with the whip she rode
away NJ q gallop.
she sho1y Is LADY," said Fancy.
staring after her. And We mustn't
forget Memphis or Belle Plain. New
wy"
When Betty Malroy rode away from
Squire Balaam's Murrell galloped att
or her. Presently she heard the beat
of his horses hoofs AZ he came pound.
Ing along the sandy road, and glanced
back over her shoulder. With an ex-
ciamation OF displeasure she reined In
her horse. Murrell quickly gained .
place ct her side.
Il suppose Ferris 10 at the Baronyf"
he said, drawing his horse down to .
walk.
Il believe he Is" said Betty with .
curt little air.
MAY ride with your" he gave her
swift glance. She nodded indiner-
sntly and would have urged her horse
into q gallop again. but he made ges-
ture OF protest. "Don't--or shall
kthink you are still running away from
me- he said with short laugh.
Were you at the trialf' she asked.
= am glad they didn't get Hannibal
away from Yancy."
"Oh, Yancy will have his hands fuil
with that later-so will Biaden, ne
added significantly. He studied her
out OF those deeply sunken eyes OF his
In which no shadow Of youth fingered,
for men such "a he reached their
prime early, and II was q swiftly pass
ing splendor. Ferris tells me you
are going to West Tennessee?' he
said at length.
yes"
II know your half-brother, Tom
Ware-I know him very we'll
$50 you know TomT she observed,
and frowned slightly. Tom was her
guardian, and her memories OF him
were not satisfactory. A burly, un-
shaven man with queer streak OF
meanness through his character.
You've spent much of your time
up northf' suggested Murrell.
"Four years. I've been at school.
you know. That's where ! met Juith
Ferris"
Il hope you'll like West Tennsssee.
It's still BIT raw compared with what
you've been accustomed to In the
north. You haven't been back In all
those four yearsT Betty shook her
head. Nor seen Tom-nor any one
from out yonder?" For some reason q
little tinge OF color had crept into
Betty's cheeks. "Will you let me re-
new our acquaintance at Belle Plainf
i shall be In West Tennessee before
the summer is over: probably shall
leave here within q week" he said
bending toward her. His glance dwelt
on her face and on the plant lines or
her figure, and his senses avian.
IT imagine you will be welcome ct
Belle Plain. You are Toms friend"
Murrell bit his lip. and then laughed
as his mind conjured up q picture OF
the cherished Tom. Suddenly he
reached out and rested his hand on
hers.
"Betty--if might think he be-
gan, but his tongue stumbled. His
love-making was usually OF q savage
sort, but some quality In the girl held
him In check. Betty drew away from
him, an angry color on her cheeks and
an angry light In her eyes. Forgive
me, Betty.p murmured Murrell, but
his heart beat against his ribs. and
passion sent its surges through him.
Don't you know what I'm trying TO
tell your he whispered. Betty gath
erad I'm her refna ssNot vat--N he