The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1912-07-12

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dence. When | went to the war c
d ~. Hazard accompanied me as m
/ orderly. His grandson Is back of tina
curtain now-asleep-tn my bed!
q Mahaffy put down his glass.
You were like this once before,
. he said darkly. But at that instan
, the shuck tick ratified noisily at som,
> movement of the sleeping boy. Ma
haffy quilted his chair, and crossing
the room, drew the quilt aside. 4
, glance sufiiced to assure him that II
part, at least. the Judge spoke the
truth.
There was hoof-beat on the road
1t came nearer and nearer, and pres
entity sounded just beyond the door
Then 1t ceased, and 7Uice said:
"Hullo, there!" This Judge scram.
bled to his feet and taking up the
candle. staggered into the yard. Ma
haffy followed him.
Whats wanted?" asked the Judge
holding his candle aloft The light
showed a tall fellow mounted on a
Have either of you gentlemen seen
boy go through here today?" Muir
rell glanced from one to the other.
Mr.. Mahaffy's thin lips twisted them
selves into a sarcastic smile. he
turned to the Judge, who spoke up
| quickly.
did he carry a bundle and ritie?"
he asked. MurreJ gave eager assent.
Well" said the judge, he stopped
here along about four o'clock. and
asked his way to the nearest river
landing"
Hannibal" the judges voice and
manner were rather stern. "Hanni-
bal, man rode by here last night on
a big bay horse. He said he was
looking for boy about ten years old
"a boy with a bundle and rifle"
There was an awful pause. Who was
that man, Hannibal?"
1T were Captain Murrell." The
Judge raised his fist and brought 1t
down with a great crash on the ia
BILE. I'VE don't know any boy ten
years old with rife and bundled"
he said
"Please-you won't let him take me
away. judge-I want to stop with
you'll" cried Hannibal. He slipped |
from his chair, and passing about the
table, seized the Judge by the hand.
The Judge was visibly affected.
mol" he roared. He shan't have
you. Is he kin to you?"
NO." said Hannibal. He tried to
get me away from my Uncle Bob"
Where is your Uncle Bob?"
He's dead" And the child began
to weep bitterly. The judge bent
and lifted him into his lap.
There, my SON" he said sooth-
ingly. Now you tell me when he
died, and all about It,"
He were killed. 1t were only yes
terday, and l can't forget him.
don't want to-but it hurts-it hurts
terrible!" Hannibal buried his head Ia
the judges shoulder and sobbed
aloud. Presently his small hands
stole about the judges neck, and that,
gentleman experienced a strange thrill
If pleasure.
Tell me how he died, Hannibal"
le urged gently. In a voice broken
~ sobs, the child began the story
If their flight, confused narrative.
The Judge shuddered. Can such
hings be-" he murmured at last Then
lie remembered what Mahafry had
old him of the man on the raft.
Hannibal" he said, Solomon Ma
Iaffy, who was here last night, told
ne he saw down at the river land
ng, man who had been tished up
ut of the Eliza man who had been
oughly handled"
Were 1t my Uncle BobT" cried ,,
hannibal, lifting swollen face to !
is. ,
Dear lad, / don't know" said the |.
Judge alphabetically.
1T were Uncle Bob! l know It
Tere my Uncle Bobl l must go find !
iml" and Hannibal slipped from the .
Judges lap and ran for his rifle and
undle.
stop bitl" cried the Judge Now. y
It was your Uncle Bob, he'll come I
ack the moment he is able to travel.
Ieantime, you must remain under my
while we investigate this
ian Slosson."
It was Saturday, and in Pleasant. 4
Tile a jail-raising was in progress. '
'uring all the years of It's corporate r
Ignity the village had never boosted u
ny building where the evil-doer could j.
Q placed under restraint; hence had a
risen its peculiar habit OF dealing W
it'll crime; but a leading citizen had Il
onated half an acre of ground lying Il
Iidway between the town and the
yer landing as a site for the pro
osed structure, and the scattered
1pulation of the region had assem-
ed for the raising. n
CTo BE CoNTINUED) OIL
Turned Her Gold Into Nugget re
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