News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1912-05-08

Whats been done?" he asked, witt
fierce repression. whats 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
1t 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.
MIR, 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 judge's
tone was one of unalterable resou.
ton.
81 reckon you-all have been mighty
good and kind to him." said Yancy
huskily.
1--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. | 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 Chills and F'evet's
proffered hand. He understood that
here was simple genuine soul.
Price, isn't it important for US to
know why Mr.. Yancy thinks the boy
has been taken back to North Caro-
lina?" said Mahaffy.
"Just what kin is Hannibal to you,
Mr.. Yancy?' asked the judge resum-
ing his seat.
"Strictly speaking, he amt none.
That he come to live with me is all
owing to Mr.. Crenshaw, who's a good
man when left to himself, but he's
got wife, so body may say he never
is left to himself" began Yancy; and
then briefly he told the story Of the
woman and the child much as he had
told it to Bladen at the Barony the
day of General Quintard's funeral.
The judge, his back to the light and
his face in shadow, rested his left ell
bow on the desk and with his chin
sunk in his palm, followed the Scratch
Killers narrative with the closest at
tention.
and General Quintard never saw
him-never manifested any interest
in him?" the words came slowly from
the judges lips; he seemed to gulp
down something that rose in his
throat. Poor little lad" he NUT
tered, and again, Poor little lad!"
Never once, sir. He told the
slaves to keep him out OF his sight,
Veal wondered, TO- you know how
1iggers will talk. We thought maybe
ne was some kin to the Quintards,
put we couldn't figure out how. The
Did general never had but one child
and she had been dead TO- years. The
child couldn't have been hers no-how."
Yancy paused.
The judge drummed idly on the
lesk.
what imrlacable hate-what iron /
1ride!" he murmured, and swept his |
hand across his eyes. Absorbed and |
,loof, he was busy with his thoughts |
hat spanned the waste Of years
,ears that seemed to>glide before him |
n review, each bitter with its hideous !
memories of shame and defeat. Then |
rom the smoke Of these lost battles |
the lonely figure Of the child |
is he had seen him that June night. |