The Lamar register. [volume] (Lamar, Colo.) 1889-1952, 1912-05-08
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Tho Boy at the earony.

on the barren lands OF the pine woods
whittier they had emigrated to es-
cape the malaria OF the low coast. but
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 century
before and the thin acres OF the
Barony, where he had made his last
stand against age and poverty. were
to claim him. now that he had given
up the struggle in their midst.
Though he had lived continuously
at the Barony for almost quarter OF
q 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
himself to other friends. had gone far
and wide over the county.
That notable man Of business, iona
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 fattopped
mahogany desk with several account
books before him. Bladen stood BY
the window.
II suppose you will buy In the prop
erty when It comes up for saleI" the
latter was saying.
Crenshaw nodded.
He lived entirely alone, saw NO
one. I understand" said Bladen.
alone with his two or three Old
slaves-yes, sir. He wouldn't even
see me-"
There was q brief pause. then Cren-
shaw spoke again. II reckon. sir. II
you know anything about the old gen.
tleman's private AFFAIRS you don't feel
no call to speak on that point7" he
observed.
"An I know il this: General Quin-
tard was conspicuous man in these
parts nifty 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 Turbervillef"
"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 a long
rife. Suddenly overcome by shy
ness, he paused on the threshold to
stare with round, wondering eyes al
the two men. We'll, sonny, what d.
you want?" asked Mr.. Crenshaw in
diligently.
please, sir, want this here ole
spo'tin' rifle" said the child.
Il reckon you may keep tat leas'
I've no objection" Crenshaw glanced
at Bladen.
"Oh, by all MEANS" said the latter
Spasms of delight shook the small
figure. With a murmur that was mean
for thanks he backed from the room
closing the door. Bladen glanced in
quiringly at Crenshaw.
You want to know about him, Sir
Well, that's Hannibal Wayne Hazard
But who Hannibal Wayne Hazard ii
Just wait a minute, sir"-and Iuit
ting his chair Mr.. Crenshaw hsrriet
from the room to return aim t i'm
mediately with a tall countryman
Mr.. Bladen, this is Bob Yancy. Bob
the gentleman wants to hear abou
the woman and the child; that's you
story"
"Howdy. sir" said Mr.. Yancy. H
appeared to mediate on the menta
effort that was required of him.
1T was four years ago come mex
Christmas" said Crenshaw.
"Old Christmas" corrected MI
Yancy. 1.-THE evening befo', 1t was
and I'd gone to Fayetteville to get m
Christmas hxins. Just at shutdown
hooked up that blind mule OF mine t
the cart and started To- home. A mil
out Of town l heard some one slosf
ing through the rain after me.
pulled up and waited, and then mad
out 1t was woman. She spoke whe
she was alongside the cart and say
Can YOU drive me on to the Barony'
When l got down to help her into tn
cart I saw she WaS toting child I
her arms. Well. DIR. she hardly spok