The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser., 1912-08-16

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is the gentleman you wish to see," he
said, and stepped to one Of the win-
dows; it overlooked the terraces
where he had said good-byI to Betty
scarcely week before. ~.
r. : The two men had paused, by the
door. They now advanced. One was
gaunt and haggard, his face distgured
by a great red scar; the other was a
shock-hstded individual who moved
with q sham bling gait. Both, carried
rifles and both were dressed In coarse
hopAspun. .. 49,
Morning, sir" said the man with
the scar. "Yancy's my name, and
this gentleman lows. he'd rather be
known now as Mr.. Cavendish."
, The judge started to his feet.
Bob Yancy?" he cried. -
Yes, sir, that's me-" The Judge
passed rnimbly around the desk and
shook the Scratch Hitler warmly by
the. hand. where's my -nevvy, sir?--
what's all this about him and Miss
Betty?" Yancys soft drawl was sud-
denly eager. II
-, Please God we7ls recover him
soon!" said the judge.
By the window Darlington moved
impatiently. No harm could come to
the boy, but Betty-a shudder went
through him.
They've stolen him" Yancy spoke
with conviction. Il reckon they've
started back to Moth Carolina with
him-only' that don't explain what's
cometFof Miss Betty, does it," and he
dropped rather helplessly into chair.
Bob are just getting off a sick bed.
He's been powerful porely in conse-
quence of having his head laid open.
and then being throwed into the Elk
river, where | fished him out" ex-
planned Cavendish, who still contin-
ued to regard the judge with unmixed
astonishment, first cooking his shaggy
head on one side and then on the
other, his bleached eyes narrowed to a
slit. Now and then he favored the
austere Mahaffy> with teeting
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. 1t was there we met Mr..
Carrington-i'd knowed him slightly
back yonder in Moth Carolina" con-
tinued Yancy. He said I'd find Ham
nibal with you. was counting heap
on seeing my nevvy."
Darlington, no longer able to con-
troll himself, swung about on his heel.
What's been done?" he asked, with
fierce repression. What's 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.
it 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 you-all have been mighty
good and kind to him." said Yancy
huskily.
We have endeavored to be, Mr.
Yancy-indeed l had formed the reso-
luton legally to adopt him should you
not come to claim him. l should have
given him my name, and made him
my heir. His education has already
begun under my supervision" and the
Judge, remembering the high use to
which he had dedicated one of Peg
loe's trade labels, fairly glowed with
philanthropic fervor.
Think of that" murmured Yancy
softly. He was deeply moved. So was
Mr. Cavendish, who was gifted with |
a wealth of ready sympathy. He |
thrust out a hardened hand to the
Judge.
"Shake.'' he said. You're a heap
better than you look" A thin ripple |
Of laughter escaped Mahaffy, but the
Judge accepted ChilIs and Fever's |
oroffered hand. He understood that |
lere was a simple genuine soul.
Price, isn't it important for US to
know why Mr.. Yancy thinks the boy
las been taken back to North Caro-
ina?" said Mahaffy.
"Just what kin is Hannibal to you,
Mr.. Yancy?" asked the Judge resum-
ng his seat.
strictly speaking. he amt none
That he come to live with me is all
,wing to Mr.. Crenshaw, who's a good
nan when left to himself, but he's
,ot wife. so body may say he never
s left to himself" began Yancy; and
hen briefly he told the story OF the
and the child much as he had
old it to Bladen at the Barony the
lay of General Quintard's funeral.
The Judge, his back to the light and
lis face in shadow, rested his left ell
,ow on the desk and with his chin
unk in his palm, followed the Scratch
4iller's narrative with the closest at
ention.
(To BE CoNTINUED)