The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1912-08-02
CHAPTER xl-(contInued) ..

Mbhi anu Deity HiSct ooe'N
CHAPTER xi-(Contlnued).
The Judge gave great start, and
Aoarse, inarticulate murmur stole
from between his twitching lips.
What do you know of the Barony,
hannibal?"
81 lived at the Barony once, until
Uncle Bob took me to Scratch Hill
10 be with him." said Hannibal
"You-you lived at the Barony?"
repeated the Judge, and dull wonder
struck through his tone. How long
aKo-when?" he continued.
Il don't know how long it were,
but until Uncle Bob carried me away
after the old general died"
The Judge slipped hand under the
child's chin and tilted his face back
10 that he might look into It, For
bong moment he studied closely those
small features, then with shake OF
the head he handed the rifle to Car
vington, and without word strobe
forward. Darlington had been regard
2nR Hannibal with quickened inter
est"
"Hello!" he said. as the judge moved
OIL. You're the boy l saw at Scratch
Atn!"
Hannibal gave him a frightened
glance, and edged to Mr.. Mahatfy's
side, but did not answer.
The Judge plodded forward, his
bowed For once silence had fixed
IT'S seal upon his lips, no inspiring
speech fell from them. He had been
suddenly swept back into a past he
Aad striven these twenty years and
more to forget, and his memories
shaped themselves Enthusiastically. Sure
~ if ever a man had quilted the world
that knew him, he was that man! He
had died and yet he lived-lived hor-
ribly, without soul or heart, the empty
shell of a man,
4 turn in the road brought them
within sight of Boggs' race-track,
vide level meadow. The judge
paused irresolutely, and turned his
bleared face on his friend
Well stop mere, Solomon" he said
rather YEARLY, for the spirit of boast
and Jest was quite gone out OF him.
he glanced toward Darlington. Are
ven resident of these parts, sir?" he
asked
I'VE been in Raleigh three days al
tgcether," answered Darlington, and
they continued on across the meadow
in silence.
Here we're men from the small
cIearings in homespun and butternut
or fringed hunting-shirts, with their
women folk trailing after them. Here,
700. in lesser numbers, we're the lords
of the soil, the men who counted their
acres by the thousand and their
slaves by the score. There was the
hutter of skirts among the moving
groups. the nodding OF gay parasols
that shaded fresh young faces, while
occasionally a comfortable family car
r,age with some planters wife or
daughter rolled silently over the turf.
The Judges dull eye kindled, the
haggard lines that streaked his face
erased themselves. This was life, opu-
lent and full. These swift-rolling car
rfages with their handsome women,
these well-dressed men on foot, and
Splendidly mounted. all did their part
toward lifting him out Of his gloom.
A cry from Hannibal drew his at
.antton. Turning, he was in time to
see the boy bound away. An instant
later. to his astonishment, he saw a
xounx girl who was seated with two
men in an open carriage, spring to the
xround. and dropping to her knees
nut her arms about the tattered little
figure.
-Why. Hannibal" cried Betty Nal
roy.
Miss Bettyi Miss Bettyl" and
Hannibal buried his head on hs1
Sn0uldsr.
what Is IT. Hannibal; what is it
aearr-
NOTHING. only I'm SO glad to find
yOui" ...,- al,
Rstty. AZ shs wiped his tears away
when did pan get here dear