Alexandria gazette. [volume] (Alexandria, D.C.) 1834-1974, 1912-03-06

| scarcely q week before.
The two men had paused by the
door. They now advanced. One was
gaunt and haggard, his face disngured
by a great red scar; the other was
shock.headed individual who moved
with a shambling gait. Both carried
rifles and both were dressed in coarse
homespun.
|, Morning, sir" said the man with
the scar. "Yancy's my name, and
this gentleman lows he'd rather be
known now as Mr.. Cavendish."
The judge started to his feet.
Bob Yancy?t he cried.
Yes, sir, that's me-" The judge
passed nimbly around the desk and
shook the Scratch Hitler warmly by
the hand. Where's my nevvy, eir?-
what's all this about him and Miss
Betty" Yancy's soft drawl was sud
denly eager.
Please God We'll recover him
soon!" said the judge.
BY the window Darlington moved
impatiently. No harm could come to
the boy, but Betty snudder went
through him.
They've stolen him." Yancy spoke
With conviction. Il reckon they've
started back TO Moth Carolina with
him-only that don't explain what's
come OF Miss Betty, does it?" and he
dropped rather helplessly into chair.
bob are just getting of sick bed.
He's been powerful porely in conse-
ouence OF having his head laid open
and then being throwed into the Elk
river, where / tished him out" ex-
planned Cavendish, who still contin-
ued to regard the judge witt dnm1xed
establishment, first cooking his shaggy
head on one side and then on the
other, his bleached eyes narrowed to
slit. Now and then he favored the
austere Mahsfy with Meeting
glance. He seemed intuitively to UNI
derstand the comradeship OF their
degradation.
Mr.. Cavendish fetched me here on
lis raft. We tied up to the sho' TINS
morning 1t was there we met Mr..
Carrington--rd knowed him slightly
back yonder in Moth Carolina con-
tinued Yancy. He said I'd find Han
nibal with you. was counting heap
on seeing my nevyy."
Darlington, no longer able to con-
troll himself, swung about on his heel.
What's been done?" he asked, with
fierce repression. whats going to be
done? Don't you know that every
second Is prectous?"
Il am about 10 conclude my inpes-
LEGATIONS, sir" said the judge with
dignity.
Darlington stepped 10 the door.
After all, what was there TO expect OF
these men? Whatever their Interest,
1t was plainly conferred in the boy. He
passed out into the hall.
AS the door closed on him the judge
turned again to the Scratch Hitler.
Mr.. Yancy. Mr.. Mahaffy and | hold
your nephew in the tenderest regard:
he has been our constant companion
ever since you We're lost 10 him. In
this crisis you may rely upon us; we
are committed to his recovery, no
matter what it. Involves The judges
tone was one OF unalterable resolu-
ton.
81 reckon you-ali have been mighty
good and kind to him." said Yancy
huskily.
We have endeavored to be, Mr..
Yancy-indeed l had formed the reso-
luton legally to adopt him should you
not come to claim him. should have
given him my name. and made him
my heir. His education has already
begun under my supervision" and the
Judge, remembering the high use to
which he had dedicated one OF Peg
loe's trade labels, fairly g!owed with
phiIanthropic feVor.
Think OF that" murmured Yancy
softly. He was deeply moved. So was
Mr.. Cavendish, who was gifted with
a wealth OF ready sympathy. he
thrust out a hardened hand to the
judge.
"Shake!" he said. You're a heap
better than you look" A thin ripple
Of laughter escaped Mahafty, but the
Judge accepted ChiIls and Feyer's
proffered hand. He understood that
here was a simple genuine soul.
Price, isn't it important for US to
know why Mr. Yancy thinks the boy
has been taken back. TO North caro-
lina?' said Mahaf1y.
Just what kin is Hannibal to you,
Mr.. Yancy?" asked the judge resum-
ing his seat.
Strictly speaking. he amt none.
That he come to live with me is all
owing to Mr.. CFenshaws who's a good
man when left to himself. but he's
got wife, so a body may say ne never
is left to himself" began Yancy; and
then briefly he told the story OF the
woman and the child much as ne had
told it TO Bladen at the Barony the
day of General Quintard's funeral.
The Judge, his back TO the light and