Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1912-05-09
CHATTER XVIII.
RaafY Laarea Belle Plain.

ally 70 the judgesH glor1hcaton, and
Betty hsard ed about the letter, the
Bnuf1ng Of the candles and the re-
wsRd OF ffve thousand dollars. II VASE
y Increased ne ohild's sense Of Inn
lportance and satisfaction when he
discovered she bad known nothing Of
these matters until he told her Of
them.
why, whsre would Judge Price
get 30 much money, HannibalH" she
asked, greatly astonished.
He wont have to get it, Miss Bet
III Mr.. Maharry says he don't reckon
no one win ever tell who wrote the
Ietter-he lows the man who done
that wfll keep pretty mum-he just
dasnen9 tell" The boy explained.
NO, ] suppose not" and Betty
saw that perhaps, after all, the judge
had not assumed any very great tnan-
cial responsibility.
HE cam be coward. though. Han
utbalf" she coded, for she under
stood thai the riaA Of personal vto-
1enoe which he ran was genuine. She
had formed her own unsympathetio
estimate Of him that DAY at BoggB
race<Eacls; MRhafry IN his blacklist
hour could have ADDED nothing 70 II
Twice since CnGn she bad met him In
RnlsAgh, wlzhsh had only served to In
that fyH3 impression.
Miss BStty, hs's tlEt nhs my UDola
Boo was-ns afuf afraid Of nothingl
He totes thSm pistols Of h&s-loaded
IL you pOttoe good you can see
where thsy badge out his coati" Han
nfhaFs eyeA v0Ty round ana big
hooked up into bars.
"Is be O. poor "a he seems, Han.
nihalT" Inquired Betty.
''F4e mover has no money, Miss Bet
~, bun / DOM reckon he's what q
body would cal1 pore"
II might have bafied a far more
mature tnAalhsunoe than Hannibal's
To ooznprehend those peculiar process
es by vhten tho t0dse sustained him.
SELF and his ipS1pate fellowship with
advcTgfty-Tlrga 1t was his magnin-
oenOe of mtTd which made the
sqRszloR Of his dAsly life seem merely
a passing phAAS-but the boy had
InssRgsd 10 point delicate dlstino'
tim, and Betty grasped something OF
thu hope and faith which never quite
dt~d cut IN S1ooum Prices indomita-
biz bzSas&
~But you always have enough TO
cot, dtnr?s she questioned anxiously.
HANNIBAL promptly treasured her on
this potn3 You wouldn't Let me
thArl1 anything chat was not true. Han
nibaL-yoo are quite sure you have
nsVeT boom hungryr
~keyaR. NEsGs Betty; honestl-
Bstty g~ys q dgh OF relief. She
had been rspzoeebing herself for her
neginct Of tho Ghlld; she had meant
TO DO % nosA tUS him and had done
noChingl NoS n was too late for her
personally 10 tRtSpeat herself NJ his
behalf, yet beAorV she lsft for the east
she would pnoTids for him. II she
bad toaG = was possible to trust the
junge $40 wopid hRvo made him her
agenA lynt gwen N his besv aspect he
sopEasd d dxztaOas dependence, Tom,
Dor uIi2e different reasons, was equal
BY cut OF the question. She thought
Of MIR. BIabaItY.
What le.cd Of q man Is Mr.. Ma
b0ffy, HannfbalT
Hes ON awful nice man, Miss Bet
ty, only no never let's on; a body'R
got 10 find 1t out for his own self
no amt hAs the Judge"
Docs hs-drtnk, too, Hannibalr-
Questioned Betty.
on, yesi when he can get the
licker, he does.- II was evident that
Hannibal was ohserfully tolerant OF
this weakness ON the part OF the
austere MAhafIy. BY this time Betty
was ready 10 weep over the child,
with hts knowledge Of shabby vice,
and his fresh young faith in those old
INSTRUMENTATION.
"But, no matter what they do, they
are very, very kind to your" she con-
timed trernuloueIy.
"Yes, ma'an-why, Miss Betty,
they're lovely menl"
And DO yon ever hear the things
spoken Of you learned about at Mrs.
Ferris Sunday-schoolY"
When the Judge ia drunk he talks
heap about EN-. It's beautiful to
hear him then; you'd love it. Miss
Betty" and Hannibal smiled up sweet
~ into haE faoa
Does he have you go TO Sunday
school b Raleighr
The boy shook bis head.
7 amt got no clothes that's fltten
10 wear, nor no pennies to give, but
the Judge, he lows that as soon as he
can make a raise got to go, and he's
learning me my letters-but we amt
q book. Mas Betty, l reckon it'd
stump yOu some 10 guess how he's
fixed 1t for me to Learnt"
''E1eas drawn the letters for you. is
that tho way?" In spite OF herself,
Betty was expeTiencing a certain re-
vulsion OF feeling where the Judge and
Mahaffy were concerned. They were
doubtless bad enough, but they could
have been worse
mo, ma'am; he done soaked the
label on one OF MrA Pegloe's whisky
bottles and pasted 1t on the wall just
as high as my chin, SOS can see 1t
good, and he's learning me that-a-
swayl Maybe you've seen the kind OF
bottle mean-Pegloe's Mississippi
Pilot; Pare Corn Whisky?" But Han
nlbafs bright little face fell. He was