The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1912-02-14
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| him, he could not know; and the i'm
pulse to act forsook him.
He smote his hands together in a
hopeless, beaten gesture. And Murrel
had gone weak-with his own eyes he
had seen characterization he be-
lieved without fear! He felt that ne
had been grievously betrayed in his
trust and hot rage poured through
him. At last he climbed into the sad
die, and, swaying like a drunken
man, galloped off.
| When he reached the river road he
paused and scanned it's dusty surface
Hues and his party had turned south
when they issued from the wood path
No doubt Murrell was being taken to
Memphis. Ware laughed hoarsely. The
outlaw would be free before another
dawn broke.
He had halted near where Jim had
turned his team the previous night
after Betty and Hannibal had left the
carriage; the marks of the wheels
were sas plainly distinguishable as the
more recent trial left by the four
men, and as he grasped the signifi-
canoe of that wide half circle his
sense of injury overwhelmed him
again. He hoped to live to see Muir
rell hanged.
He was so completely lost in his
bitter reflections that he had been I'M
aware of a mounted man who was
coming toward him at swift gallop,
but now he heard the steady pounding
of hoofs and, startled by the sound,
looked up. A moment later the horse
man drew rein at his side.
"Ware" he cried.
"How are you, Carrington?" said the
planter
"You are wanted at Belle Plain" be-
gan Darlington, and seemed to hest
tate.
Eyes; yes, I am going there at once
how" stammered Ware, and gath
cred up his reins with a shaking
hand
you've heard, 1 take it," said Car
rington slowly.
EYES," answered Ware in hoarse
whisper. "My God, Darlington, I'm
heart sick; she's been like daughter
to mel" he fell silent, hopping his
face.
81 think l understand your feel
ing" said Darlington, giving him a
level glance.
"Then you'll excuse me-" and the
planter slapped spurs to his horse.
Once he looked back over his Shout
der; he saw that Darlington had not
moved from the spot where they had
met.
At Belle Plain Ware found his
neighbors in possession of the place.
They greeted him quietly and spoke
in subdued tones of their sympathy.
The planter listened with an air Of
such abject misery that those who
had neither liked nor respected him,
were reused to sudden generous
feeling where he was concerned; they
could not question but that he was
deeply affected. After all the man
might have a side to his nature with
which they had never come in con-
tact.
When he could he shut himself in
his room. He had experienced day
of maddening anxiety; he had not
slept at all the previous night; in
mind and body he was worn out; and
now he was plunged into the thick OF
this sensation. He must keep control
of himself, for every word he said
would be remembered. In the pres
ent there was sympathy for him, but
sooner or later people would return
to their sordid Unconditional judg-
ments.
He sought 10 forecast the happen
ngs of the next few hours. Murre!Is
friends would break Jail for him, that
was a foregone conclusion; but the
instruction he had planned was at
an end Hues had dealt it's death
blow. Moreover, though the law might
be impotent to deal with Murrell, he
could not hope to escape the ven
geance of the powerful class he had
plotted to destroy; he would have to
quit the country. Ware gloated in
this idea of craven flight. Thank God,
he had seen the last of him.
But, as always, his thoughts came
back to Betty. SlossOn would wait at
Hicks place for the man Murrell had
promised him, and, failing the mes
senger, for the signal fire, but there
would be neither; and Slosson would
be left to determine his own course
of action. Ware felt certain that he
would wait through the night, but as