The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1912-06-21

ton" commanded Uncle Sammy. At
| the name both Yancy and Balaam
manifested interest. They saw man
In the early twenties. clean-limbed
and broad-shouldered, with a hand
some face and shapely head. Yes,
sir, hits a grandson of Tom Caring
ton that used to own the grist-mill
down at the Forks"
Where you located at, Mr.. Car
rington?" asked Yancy. But Car
rington was not given chance to
reply. Uncle Sammy saved him the
trouble
Back in Kentucky. He takes RATS
down the river to New Orleans, then
he comes back on ships to Balti-
more, or else he hoofs 1t moth over
land. He wants to visit the Forks,
he added.
I'm shortly goin' that way myself,
Mr.. Darlington, and I'll be pleased OF
your company-but first / got to get
through with Bob Yancy," said Ba-
laam, and again he produced the war
rant IF agreeable to you, Bob, III
ask Uncle Sammy to read this here
warrant"
Who's been a-warrantin' Bob
Yancy?" cried Uncle Sammy.
Dave Blount has"
Il knowed HIT knowed he'd try
to get even! What's the charge agin
you, Bob?"
Read HIT" said BALKAN. why,
sho'-can't you read plain writin'.
Uncle Sammy" for the patriarch was
showing signs of embarrassment,
IF you gentlemen will let me"
said Darlington pleasantly. After
moments scrutiny Of the paper that
Balaam had thrust in his hand. Car
rington began:
ITO the Sheriff Of the County of Cum
berland: Greetings
Whereas, 1t Is alleged that muir
derous assault has been committed on
one David Blount, of Fayetteville, by
Robert Yancy, OF Scratch Hill, said
Blount sustaining numerous bruises
and Commissions, to his great injury OF
body and mind; and, whereas, 1t is
further alleged that said murderous
assault was wholly unprovoked and
without cause, you will forthwith take
into custody the person of said Yancy,
of Scratch Hill, charged with having
inflicted the bruises and contuslons
herein set forth in the complaint OF
said Blount, and instantly bring him
into our presence to answer to these
and several crimes and misdemean-
ors. You are empowered to seize said
Yancy wherever he may be at; wheth-
err on the hillside or in the valley,
eating or sleeping, or at rest.
de LANCY BALKAN, Magistrate.
Fourth District, County of Cum
berland, State of North Carolina. Done
this twenty-fourth day of May. 1885.
"P. S.-Dear Bob: Dave Blount says
he amt able to chew his meat.
thought you'd be glad to know"
Smilingly Darlington folded the
warrant and handed it to Yancy.
We'll, what are you goin to do
about hit, Bob?" inquired BALKAN.
Maybe I'd ought to go. I'd like
to oblige the squire" said Yancy.
Suppose l come to the cross
Roads this EVENING""
That's agreeable" said the deputy,
who presently departed in company
with Darlington.
Some hours later the male popula-
ton of Scratch Hill, with gravity
betitting the occasion, prepared itself
TO descend on the Cross Roads and
give its support to Mr.. Yancy in his
hour of need. Even Uncle Sammy,
who had not been off the Hill In
years. announced that no considera-
ton of fatigue would keep him away
from the scene of action, and Yancy
loaned him his mule and cart for the
occasion. Yancy led the struggling
procession, with the boy trotting by
his side. his little sunburned fist
clasped in the mans great hand.
The sources court held its infre-
ouent sittings in the best room OF the
BALKAN homestead. double cabin OF
hewn logs. Here Scratch Hill was
gratified with a view OF Mr.. Blount's
battered visage.
whats all this here fuss between
YOU and Bob Yancy?" demanded the
squire when he had administered the
oath to Blount Mr.. Blount's state
ment was brief and very much to the
point.
"He done give me the order from
the Judge of the co't-I was to show
it to Bob Yancy-"
GOT that order7" demanded the
squire sharply. With a smile, dam
aged, but clearly smile, Blount pro-
duced the order. "Hmm-app'inte
euardeen Of the boy" the squire was
presently heard to murmur. The
crowded room was very still now, and
more than one pair OF eyes were
turned pityingly in Yancy's direction.
When the long arm OF the law
reached out from Fayetteville, where
there was a real Judge and a real
sheriff. It clothed itself with terrors.
| srrrroil Mr. Plount what did you do