Meade County news. [volume] (Meade, Kan.) 1900-1918, 1912-04-11
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The Boy at the Rarony.

whittier they had emigrated to es-
this no longer mattered, for the last
Of his name and race, old General
Quintard. was dead in the great house
his father had built almost a century
before and the thin acres of the
Barony, where he had made his last
stand against age and poverty, were
70 claim him, now that he had given
up the struggle in their midst.
Though he had lived continuously
ut the Barony for almost a quarter OF
\ century, there was none among his
neighbors who could say he had
looked on that thin, aquiline face in
all that time. Yet they had known
much of him, for the gossip of the
slaves, who had been his only friends
In those years he had chosen to- deny
n himself to other friends, had gone far
n and wide over the county.
That notable man of business, Jona-
than Crenshaw, was closeted in the
library with a stranger to whom
rumor fixed the name of Bladen, sup
posing him to be the legal repre-
sentative of certain remote connec-
lions of the old generals.
Crenshaw sat before the fiat-topped
mahogany desk with several account
books before him. Bladen stood by
the window
Il suppose you will buy in the prop
erty when it comes up for sale?" the
latter was saying.
Crenshaw nodded.
He lived entirely alone, saw no
one, | understand" said Baden
Alone with his two or three old
slaves sir. He wouldn't even
see me-"
There was brief pause, then Cren-
shaw spoke again. Il reckon, sir, IL
you know anything about the old gen.
tleman's private affairs you don't feel
no call to speak on. that point?" he
observed.
"All know is this: General Quin-
tard was a conspicuous man in these
barts fifty years ago; he married a
Beaufort"
80 he did," said Crenshaw, land
there was one child, a daughter; she
married a South Carolinian by the
name of Turberville. Great folks,
those Turbervilles, rolling rich"
"And what became Of the daughter
who married Turberville?"
4 Died years ago." said Crenshaw.
" They were interrupted by knock
at the door.
Come In" said Crenshaw The
door opened and a small boy entered
the room dragging after him long
rifle. Suddenly overcome by shy
ness, he paused on the threshold to
stare with round, wondering eyes at
the two men. Well sonny, what do
you want?' asked Mr.. Crenshaw in.
diligently.
Please, sir, l want this here old
Bpo'tin' rifle" said the child.
Il reckon you may keep tat least
I've no objection" Crenshaw glanced
at Bladen.
"Oh, by all MEANS" said the latter
Spasms of delight shook the small
figure. With murmur that was meant
for thanks he backed from the ROOM
closing the door. Bladen glanced In
Quiringly at Crenshaw.
'You want to know about him, sir F.?
Well, that's Hannibal Wayne Hazard
But who Hannibal Wayne Hazard is
just wait a minute, sir"-and quit
ting his chair Mr. Crenshaw hurried
from the room to return almost i'm
Mr. mediately with a tall countryman
MT Bladen, this is Bob Yancy. Bob
the gentleman wants to hear about
the woman and the child that's your
story"
"Howdy, sir" said Mr.. Yancy. he
appeared to mediate on the mental
effort that was required of him.
1T was four years ago come nexl
Christmas" said Crenshaw.
"Old Christmas" corrected Mr.
Yancy. THE evening befo', 1t was
and I'd gone to Fayetteville to get my
Christmas fixin's. Just at shutdown
hooked up that blind mule OF mine tC
the cart and started TO home A mile
out of town l heard some one slosh
ing through the rain after me.
pulled up and waited, and then made
out it was a woman. She spoke wher
she was alongside the cart and says
Can you drive me on to the Barony?
When / got down to help her into the
cart l saw she was toting child In
her arms. Well, sir, she hardly spoke
until we came to the red gate, wher
abe says, Stop, If you please; III
walk the rest of the way The last
I seen of her she was hurryine
through the rain toting the child IN
her arms"
MI. Mr.. Crenshaw took up the narrative
Y when morning come she was
gone, but the child done stayed be
hind. I've heard Aunt Alsidia tell as
how the old general said that morn
ing, pale and shaking like, You'll find
Nboy asleep in the red room: he's tc
be fed and cared TO. but keep him
out of my sight His name is Hannt