The Monroe journal., 1912-07-09

s0r quite dl1erent reasons was equdl-
Iy out of the question. She thought
Of Mr.. Mahafry.
What kind of a man Is Mr.. Ma
haffy, Hannibals'
Hes an awful nice man. Miss Bet
". only he never lets on; a body's
got TO find il out for his own SELF
he amt like the Judge"
Does he-drink. too. Hannibal?"
questioned Betty.
"0h. yes; when he can get the
Ticker. he does" II was evident that
Hannibal was cheerfully tolerant OF
this weakness on the part OF the
austere Mahaffy. By this time Betty
was ready TO weep over the child,
with his knowledge of shabby vice.
and his fresh young faith in those old
tatterdemalions.
But, no matter what they do. they
are very. very kind TO your" she con-
tinGed TREMENDOUSLY.
Yes, ma'am-why. Miss Betty.
they're lovely men!"
And do you ever hear the things
spoken OF you learned about At Mrs.
Ferris Sunday-schools"
When the judge is drunk he talks
a heap about 'em. It's beautiful to
hear him then; you'd love ii, Miss
Betty" and Hannibal smiled up sweet.
ly into her face.
Does he have you so TO Sunday
school in Raleigh?"
The boy shook his head.
II amt got no clothes that's fifteen
TO wear, nor no pennies 10 give, but
the Judge. he lows that as soon rs he
can make raise got to go. and he's
learning ME my letters-but We amt
a book. Miss Betty, reckon It'd
stump you some to guess how hes
fixed ii for me TO learn
He's drawn the letters for you, is
that the way" In spite OF herself
Betty was experiencing a certain re
vussion OF feeling where the judge and
Mahaffy were concerned. They were
doubtless bad enough, but they could
have been worse.
NO, ma'am; he done soaked the
label OF one OF Mr.. Pegloe's whisky
bottles and pasted ii on the wall just
as high as my chin. SOS | can see it
good. and he's learning me that-a'
way, Maybe you've seen the kind OF
bottle | mean-Pegloe' Mississippi
Pilot; Pure Corn Whisky" But Han
nlhals bright little face fell, lie was
quick to see that the educational sys
TEN devised by the judge did not i'm
press Betty at all tayorably. She drew
him into her arms.
You shall have my books-the
books | learned TO read out OF when J
was little girl, Hannibal"
Il like learning from the label pref
t. WE'LL" said Hannibal Loyalty.
But you'll like the books better
dear, when you see them. know just
where they are, for | happened onI
them on shelf in the library only
the other day"
After they had found and examined
the books and Hannibal had gruding
ly admitted that they might possess
certain points OF advantage over the
label, he and Betty went out Tor oil
walk. II was now late afternoon anc
the sun was sinking behind the wal
of the forest that rose along the Ar
kansas coast. Their steps had lecl
them TO the terrace-where they
stood looking off into the west. III
was here that Betty had said good-by
to Bruce Carrington-it might have
been months ago. and 1t was only
days. She thought OF Charley
Charley, with his youth and hope anc
high courage-unwittingly enough SHE
had led him on TO his death! A sol
rose in her throat.
Hannibal looked up into her face
The memory Of his own loss was
never very long absent from his
mind, and Miss Betty had been the
within VI a NtAhAidila olhloetA tl&6NAf
He recalled those first awful days oil
loneliness through which he had lived
when there was no Uncle Bob-soit
voiced, smiling and infinitely com
paniorable.
why, Hannibal, you are crying
what about, dear?" asked Betty sud
denly.
no. ma'am; | amt crying sale
Hannibal stoutly, but his wet lashe;
gave the lie TO his words.
Are you homesick-do you wish &c
go back to the judge and Mr.. Ma
haffy?'
No ma'am-it amt that wa.
just thinking"
Thinking about what, DEAR"
About my Uncle Bob" The small
face was very wistful.
"Oh-and you still miss him sc
much, Hannibal?"
Il bet | dol reckon anybody who
knew Uncle Bob would never get over
missing him; they Just couldn't, Miss
Betty! The judge is mighty kind,
and so Is Mr. Mahaffy-theyre awful
kind, Miss Betty, and 1t seems like
they get kinder all the time-but
with Uncle Bob. when he liked you,
ha inst laid himself out to let YOU