Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1911-12-21


|ierty is about to be lifted from our
lives" rsi
40 you mean we amt going to be
poor any longer, grandfather" asked
Hannibal.
The Judge regarded him with infinite
tenderness of expression; he was pro-
foundly moved. m.
Would you mind saying that again,
dear lad" s,s
do you mean we amt going to be
poor any Longer grandfather" repeated
Hannibal. II r.
II shall. enjoy an adequate compel
ency which am about to recover. 1t
will be sufficient for the Indulgence of
those simple and intellectual tastes
propose to cultivate for the future
In spite of himself the Judge sighed.
This was hardly in line with his ideals,
but the right to choose was no longer
his. "Youswill ba very rich, Hannibal.
The Quintard lands-yo our grandmother
was a Quintard---will be yours; they
run up into the hundred Of thousand
of acres here about; this land will all
be yours as soon as I can establish
your identity" .
"Will Uncle Bob be rich too?" in,
quired Hannibal.
Certainly. How can he be poor
when we possess wealth.. answered
the Judge. ~
"You reckon he will always live with
us, don't you, grandfather
Il would not have 1t otherwise.
admire Mr.. Yancy--he Is simple and
direct, and fit for any company under
heaven except that of fools. His
treatment of you has placed me under
everlasting obligations; he shall share
what we have. My one bitter, un.
awaiting regret is that Solomon Ma.
hairy will not be here to partake of our
altered fortunes And the Judge
sighed deeply Sss III
"Uncle Bob told me Mr.. Mahaffy got
hurt in duel, grandfather" said Han.
nibal 5% ts1. s ss 4 .ss.
"He was as inexperienced as child
in the use Of firearms, nd he had to
deal with scoundrels who had neither
mercy nor generous feeling--but his
courage was magnificent.
Presently Hannibal was deep In his
account of those adventures he had
shared with Miss Betty.
"And Miss Malroy is she
now?". asked the Judge, In the first
pause of the boys narrative.
"She's at Mr.. BOwen's house. Mr.
CarrinEton and Mr.. Cavendish are
here too. Mrs. Cavendish stayed down
yonder at the Bates plantation
Grandfather, it were Captain Murrell
who had me stole-do you reckon he
was going to take me back to Mr.
Blaten?" ~ 49, p
II will see Miss Malroy in the morn.
ing. We must combine-our interests
are identical. There should be hemp
in this for more than one scoundrel!
can see now how criminal my dis
inclination to push myself to the. front
has been!" said the Judge, with con
viction. '"Never again will | shrink
from what I know to be a public duty
A little later they went downstairs
where the Judge had Yancy make uE
bed for himself and Hannibal on the
floor. He would watch alone beside
MahafIy, he was certain this would
have been the dead man 81 wish 81 then
he said good night and mounted
heavily to the floor above to resume
his vigil and his musings.
just at daybreak Yancy was aroused
by the pressure Of q hand on his
shoulder, and opening his eyes saw
that the Judge was, bending over him
Dress! he said briefly, There's
every prospect OF trouble-get your
rifle and come with me"
Yancy noted that this prospect OF
trouble seemed to afford the Judge q
pleasurable sensation; indeed. he had
quite lost his former air OF somber and
suppressed melancholy.
II let you sleep, thinking you need
ed the rest" the Judge went on. but
ever since midnight we've been on the
verge Of riot and possible bloodshed
They've arrested John Murrell-it's
claimed he's planned a servile rebel
lion! A man named Hues, who had
wormed his way into his confidence
made the arrest. He carried Murrell
into Memphis, but the local magistrate
inundated, most likely, declined to
have anything to do with holding him
In spite Of this, Hues managed to get
his prisoner lodged in jail, but along
about nightfall the situation began to
look serious. Folks were swarming
into town armed to the teeth and Hues
leLCHeU MuETcu dCEOSS COuIIITy u
Raleigh"
"Yes?'' said Yancy. 3
"Well, the sheriff has refused to take
Murrell into custody. Hues has him
down at the court house, but whether
or not he is going to be able to hold
him is another matter!"
Yancy and Hannibal had dressed by
this time, and the Judge led the way
from the house, The Scratch Hitler
looked about him. Across the street a
groupe Of men, the greater number
Of whom were armed, stood In front OF
Pegloe's tavern. CHANGING In the di.
rection Of the court house, he observed
that the square before it held other
groups. But what impressed him
more was the ominous silence that was
everywhere At his elbow the Judge
was breathing deep.
1--WE are face to face with very de-
plorable condition. Mr. Yancy. Court
was to sit here today. but Judge Nor
row and the public prosecutor have left
town, and as you see, Murrells friends
have gathered for rescue. There's
a sprinkling of the better element
hut only a sprinkling. [ saw Judge