The Lamar register. [volume] (Lamar, Colo.) 1889-1952, 1912-07-10

river, where fished him out" ex.
planned Cavendish. who still contin-
ued to regard the Judge with unmixed
head on one side and then on the
other, his bleached eyes narrowed to
slit. Now and then he favored the
austere Mahaffy with q neetins
glance. He seemed intuitively to un-
derstand the comradeship OF their
degradation.
Mr.. Cavendish fetched me here on
his raft. We tied up to the sho' this
morning. It was there we met Mr..
Carrington-Td 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 nevvy."
Darlington, no longer able to con.
troll himself. swung ABOUT on his heel.
Whats been done? ?" he asked, with
fierce repression. whats going to be
done? Don't you know that every
second is precious?"
Il am about to conclude my inves.
legations. sir" said the Judge with
dignity.
Darlington stepped to the door.
After all. what was there to expect OF
these men? Whatever their interest,
1t was plainly centered 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 were lost to 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.
II reckon yon(n have been mighty
good and kind - him." said Yancy
huskily.
We have enADavorsd to be, Mr..
Yancy-indsed I - formed the reso-
luton legally 10 ADOPT him should you
not come to cla2n him. / should have
given him my name. and made him
my heir. His sdaoation has already
begun under my supervision" and the
Judge. rememhsaAg the high use to
which he had As1jcatsd one OF Peg
loe's trade labelA fairly glowed with
philanthropio fssvue.
Think OF tAa1l" murmured Fancy
softly. He was Deeply moved. So was
Mr.. Cavendiah, WAo was gifted with
. wealth a VUAAy sympathy. He
thrust out Q hD1ansd hand to the
Judge.
"Shaksi" - aa1l You're q heap
better than 20 hook" A thin ripple
Of laughter esea0ed MahaRy, but the
Judge accsptsA oAilis and Fever's
pronered hanA He understood that
here was . s1nU1e genuine soul.
Price. isn't = important for US to
know why M. YAncy thinks the boy
has been taksa hack to North Caro-
lina?" said NAAa1y,
Just what IN = Hannibal to you,
Mr.. Yancyf" aalD1 the Judge resum-
ing his seat.
strictly spea11nG he amt none.
That no come - hvs with me is all
owing to Mr.. 0eunsAaw. who's . good
man when Leu - himself. but he's
got a wife. 20 body may say he never
is left to himself. began Yancy: and
then briefly - tola the story OF the
woman and the Gh1ld much as he had
told 1t to Bladsa at the Barony the
day of General ouintard's funeral.
The judge. his back to the light and
his face in shadow. rested his left ell
bow on the dsak and with his chin
sunk in his palm, followed the Scratch
Killers narrative with the closest at
tention.
And General ouintard never saw
'him-never manifested any interest
In himf" the wogds came slowly from
the judges lipsI he seemed to gulp
down something that rose in his
throat. Poor little lad!" he NUT.
tered. and again, Poor little lad!"
Never once, sir. He told the
slaves to keep him out of his sight.
Veal wondered, To- you know how
niggers will talk. We thought maybe
he was some hin to the Quintards,
but we couldn't figure out how. The
old general never had but one child
and she had besa dead TO- years. The
child couldn't have been hers no-how."
Yancy paused.
The Judge drummsd idly on the
desk.
What implaoabls hate-what iron
pride!" he murmured, and swept his
hand across his syes. Absorbed and
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