The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1912-08-30

night; as Its black bulk receded from
before his eyes the Earl OF Lambeth
spoke with the voice OF authority and
experience.
1t was a good fight and them fell
lows done well, but not near well
enough" A conclusion that could
not be gainsaid. He added, NO one
amt hurt but them that had ought to
have got hurt. Mr.. Yancy's all right,
and SOS Mr.. Carrington-who's
mighty welcome here"
Mr.. Carrington's kin to me, Pol
ly," explained Yancy to Mrs. Caven-
dish. His voice was far from steady.
for Hannibal had been gathered into
his arms and had all but wrecked the
stole calm with which the Scratch
Hitler was seeking to guard his emo
tons.
Polly smiled and dimpled at the
Kentuck1an. Trained to a romantic
point OF view she had frank liking
for handsome, stalwart men. Caven-
dish was neither, but none knew bet
ter than Polly that where he was most
lacking in appearance he was richest
IN substance. He carried scars hon.
orably earned in those differences he
had been prone to cultivate with less
generous natures; for his scheme OF
life did not embrace the millennium.
Thank God, you got here when
you did" said Darlington.
I'VE was some pushed TO time, but
we done 1t, responded the earl mod
estly. He added, What now?-do we
make landing?"
'No-unless 1t interferes with your
plans not to. 1 want to get around
the next bend before we tie up Later
Wen all go back Can | count on
your"
You shorely can. | consider this
here as sociable a neighborhood as l
ever struck. 1t pleases me well.
Folks are up and doing hereabout."
Darlington looked eagerly around In
search of Betty. She was sitting on
an upturned tub, a pathetic enough
figure as she dropped against the wall
OF one OF the shanties with all her
courage quite gone from her. He
made his way quickly to her side.
La" whispered Polly in Chllls and
Fever's ear. IF that pore young thing
yonder keeps a widow it won't be be-
cause of any encouragement she gets
from Mr.. Darlington. II | ever seen
marriage in a mans eye | seen 1t In
his this minutei"
'Bruce!" cried Betty, starting up as
Darlington approached. "Oh, Bruce,
l am SO glad you have come-you are
not hurt?" She accepted his presence
without question.
I'VE are none of us hurt, Betty" he
said gently, as he took her hand.
He saw that the suffering she had
undergone during the preceding
twenty-four hours had left it's record
on her tired face and in her heavy
eyes. She retained a shudder1ng con-
seriousness of the unchecked savageTy
of those last moments on the keel
boat; she was still hearing the oaths
Of the men as they struggled together,
the sound of blows, and the dreadful
silences that had followed them. She
turned from him, and there came the
relief OF tears.
There, Betty, the danger is over
now and you were SO brave while it
lasted. / can't bear to have you cry!"
Il was wild with fear-all that time
on the boat, Bruce" she faltered be-
tween her sobs Il didn't know but
they would find you out. l could only
wait and hope-and pray"
Il was in no danger, dear. Didn't
the girl tell you | was to take the
place of man SIosson was expect
ing? He never doubted that | was
that man until light-a signal 1t
must have been-on the shore at the
head of the bayou betrayed me-"
Where are we going now, Bruce?
Not the way they went" and Betty
glanced out into the black void where
the keel boat had merged into the
gloom.
No, no-but we can't get the raft
back upstream against the current,
so the best thing is to land at the
Bates plantation below here; then as
soon as you are able we can return to
Belle Plain said Darlington.
There was an interval broken only
by the occasional sweep of the great
steering oar as Cavendish coaXed the
raft out toward the channel The
thought Of Charley Norton's murder
rested on Darlington like a pail
Scarcely a week had elapsed since he
quilted Thicket Point, and in that
week the hand of death had dealt
with them impartially, and to what
end?
It's best We should land at Bates
place-we can get teams there" he
went on to explain. And, Betty,
wherever we go We'll go together.
dear. Cavendish doesn't look as If he
had any very urgent business of his
own, and | reckon the same is true
of Yancy, so l am going to keep them
with us. There are some points to be
cleared up when we reach Belle Plain
some folks who'll have a lot to ex-
plain or else quit this part of the
statel And | intend to see that you
are not left alone until-until | have
the right to take care of you fog good
and all-that's what you want NE to
do one of these days, isn't it, dar
Hng?" and his eyes, glowing and in
finitely tender, dwelt on her upG7rned
face.
CTo BE CoNTINUED)
Poverty's Gradations.