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Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1912-03-28

range of mountains to the west, ter
minating in the distance with the
''Thre Spears"
Picking his way down to the river,
along a trail steep and dangerous,
Holcomb replenished his water supply,
bought meal of the sullen Indians, and
set out on his way to the west again.
AS he climbed to the plateau a chief
halted him with appraised hand-a tall
man with stern brown face and mar
row eyes.
"The stranger must not go to the
Three Spears" he grunted.
Holcomb returned the hostile gaze
with calmness. He rolled a husk Gig
arctic, lighted it and shook the reins
81 heard you, chief" he answered. The
Indian stepped ungraciously aside.
An hour later Holcomb noted four
dots on the northern horizon-two
mounted Yaquis with pack horses,
swinging out and ahead of him in a
wide half-circle.
Holcomb was up next morning at
the earliest break of dawn, for the
''Three Spears" were less than a days
journey away and he was anxious to
reach them. At noon, when he stop
ped for a hasty lunch, he was within
the mouth of the defile which led to
the higher Businesses.
He was tightening the cinch of his
horse, for the trail ahead was steep
and narrow, when sound caused him
to wheel. The Spanish girl of the day
before was coming toward him.
Her thin dress was torn and her
moccasins were cut to shreds. There
were angry bruises on her bare arms
and she limped as she walked.
'You must go backl" she cried
urgently in Spanish; "the Three
Spears mean death"
His mouth set In an obstinate line.
I've travelled for six weeks to see the
Three Spears They say there's gold
there; that's why the Indians guard
them so closely
The girl laid an imploring hand on
his arm. "No, moi" Her earnestness
could not be mistaken. There is no
gold there. But in the valley of the
Three Spears is the burial-place Of
the tribes. The Great Father comes
there. And the white man must not
see.
IF he profanes the valley with his
footsteps, he dies. Even now the
guards are waiting. They will kill you
If you go on"
Holcomb's face fell. Il don't care
much about graveyards," he muttered.
'1f there's no gold, I'm not curious.
But" he asked abruptly, what are
yosl doing with this tribe?"
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A girl was riding toward Holcomb.
riding like the wind on a wiry pinto.
Behind her was an escort OF four
Yaqui maidens, who did not display
the grace and abandon Of their leader.
She brought her horse up standing
within few feet of Holcomb's own.
and the adventurer say that she was
not Indian at all, but pure Spanish.
Her creamy, oval face, full scarlet lips
and eyes like pools of black water
made her very attractive.
The black eyes appraised Holcomb
swiftly He sat his horse like a COW
boy, but the pack animal behind was
laden with the outfit of the prospector.
He was bronzed by hot suns, and his
handsome face carried an expression
of bold fearlesspess that just escaped
recklessness.
'senor," she said abruptly in Span
ish, don't go to the Three Spears T"
"Why?" demanded Holcomb abrupt
ly. For an instant his eyes sought the
shimmering southwest, where three
slender peaks arose from the gray Of
the desert into the hard blue Of the
sky.
Danger" With the single word
the girl wheeled her horse abruptly and
set off at a gallop toward the river
with her cavalcade. Their goal was a
herd of cattle which was straying
from the vicinity of the settlement.
Holcomb, bordering, rode on to the
Yaqui town. 1t was situated near the
only water within forty miles, a
stream sunk deep in cleft of the
rocks. 1t was far below the level of
the half desert prairie that stretched
away to the mountains. The huts and
tents of the town were grouped on a
shelf just above high water.
Twoscore yards below the town,
near where the women were washing
clothes, the river dived into a deep
orifice in the mountainside, Running
at right angles with the stream was a
Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1912-03-28
Rising to the Occasion.

FIFTY dollars!" cried Batkins, after
the Judge had named the fine. "Why,
judge, that's an outrage. l admit |
was going too fast, but $50"
'Them's the figgers," said the Judge,
coldly.
"All right, II pay" said Batkins,
but I'll tell you right now I'll never
come through this town again"
That's So" said the Judge. "Wa-al,
by CORY, I'm sorry. You've been a
mighty good customer. Bill" he added,
turning to the sheriff, hang Grape on
the courthouse, will ye? This here
gentleman's about to pass on for
ever."-Harper's Weekly
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The EnaIlah as kIaw Sees them.

Mr. Marc Klaw, the American theat-
rical manager, who was quoted as
saying that the English fare just
about as emotional as a Limburger
cheese" writes that what he really
said was; The English are warm
hearted people. but are usually about
as demonstratiye as fromage de Brie"
Ia large fiat cheese).
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The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1912-05-23
CHAPTER XVIII.
The Keel Boat.

ne NeeI 6OdL
A few minutes later they had sepa.
rated, George to hurry away in search
of the horse, and Darlington to pass
hack along the shore until he gained
point opposite the clearing Aa
whistled shr1lly three times, and afre1
an interval of waiting heard the
splash of oars and presently saw q
skin steal out of the gloom.
who's there?" It was Bess who
asked the question.
Harrington" he answered.
'Lucky you amt met the other
mani" she said as she swept her skin
alongside the bank.
Lucky for him, you mean. I'll take
the oars" added Darlington, as he
entered the skiff.
Slowly the clearing lifted out of the
darkness, then the keel boat became
dlstinguishable: and Darlington
checked the skif by a backward
stroke of the oars.
''Hello!" he called.
There was no immediate answer to
his hail, and he called again as no
sent the skiff forward. He felt that
he was risking all now.
What do you want?' asked a surly
voice.
"You want Slosson!" quickly
prompted the girl in a whisper.
Il want to see Slosson!" said Car
rington glibly and with confidence,
and once more he checked the skiff.
"Who be your
"Murrell sent you," prompted tho
girl again, in hurried whisper.
"Murrell-' And in his astonish-
ment Darlington spoke aloud.
"Murrell?" cried the voice sharply.
The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1912-05-23
CHAPTER XVII.
eess Leads to Betty.


Just where he had parted from
Ware, Darlington sat his horse, his
brows knit and his eyes turned in the
direction of the path. He was on his
way to a plantation below Birard. the
owner of which had recently import
ed a pack of bloodhounds; but this
unexpected encounter with Ware had
affected him strangely. He still heard
Toms stammering speech, he was
still seeing his CHASTITY face, and he
had come upon him with startling
suddeaness. He had CHANGED to look
back over his shoulder and when he
faced about there had been the plant
or within . hundred yards. Of him.
Presently Carrington's glance ceas-
ed to follow the windings Of the path.
He stared down ataths cray dust and
sav the tran left BY Hues and his
The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1912-05-23
The LEON REPORTER THURSDAY, MAY 2s 1912
He reached down and his hand rested
on a mans booted foot.

He reached down and hts hand rested
on q mans booted foot.
George" Darlington spoke softly,
but the man on the floor gave no sign
that he heard, and Carrington's ques-
tioning touch stealing higher he found
that George-if it were George-was
lying on his side with his arms and
legs securely bound. Thinking he
slept, the Kentuckian shook him gent
ly to arouse him.
"George?" he repeated, still bend
ing above him. This time an inartic-
ulate murmur answered him. At the
same instant the woolly head OF the
negro came under his fingers and he
discovered the reason of his silence.
He was as securely gagged as he was
bound.
Listen, George-it's Carr1ngtOn-f
am going to take Off this gag, but
don't speak above a Wh1sper-they
may hear u.s." And he cut the cords
that held the gag in place.
How yo' get here. Mas'r GAZING
The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1912-05-23

, TELL her then" began Caring
ton, but Bess interrupted him.
II know what yo' want. She amt
to cry out or nothin' when she sees
you-all. I got sense enough TO- that"
Darlington looked at her curlously.
This may be serious business for
your people," he said significantly,
and watched her narrowly.
And you-au may get killed. reck-
In II yo' want to do anything bad
enough you don't mind much what
comes AFTER" she answered with a
hard little laugh, as she went from
the shed.
Gomez" said Darlington to the ne
gro, when he had seen the cabin door
close on Bess and her lantern; and
they stole across the clearing. Reach
ing the bayou side they began noise
less search for the dugout, which they
quickly found, and Darlington turned
to George. Can you swim" he
asked.
Yes, Mas'r."
Then go down into the water and
drag the canoe farther along the shore
and for Gods sake, no sound" he
cautioned.
They placed second hundred
yards between themselves and the keel
boat In this manner, then he had
George bring the dug-out to the bank.
and they embarked. Keeping within
ho ~hoI ~ hot frjr
the shore, Darlington padded silent
ly about the head Of the bayou.
George" he at length said, bend
! ing toward the negro; my horse Is
tied In the woods on the right-hand
side of the road just where you were
taken from the carriage last night
you can be at Belle Plain. inside of an
hour"
Look here. Mas'r Ca1ngton, those
folks yonder is kin to Boss Hicks. II
he gets his hand on me first don't
you reckon he'll stop my mouth? /
been here heaps of times fotchin' let
tiers TO- Mas'r Tofn," added George.
Who were the letters for?" asked
the Kentuckian, greatly surprised.
They was TO that Captain Murrell:
seems like him and Mas'r Tom was
mixed up In a sight of business
When was this-recently?" in
quired Darlington. He was turning
over this astonishing statement Of the
slave over In his mind.
We'll. no, Mas'r; seems like they
amt so thick here recently"
Il reckon you'd better keep away
from the big house yet WHILE said
Darlington Instead of going there,
stop at the Belle Plain landing. You'll
find a raft tied up to the shore; it be-
longs to a man named Cavendish. Tell
him what you know-that I've found
Miss Malroy and the boy; tell him to
cast off and drift down here. I'll run
the keel boat aground the first chance
I get so tell him to keep a sharp
lockout"
The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1912-05-23


placed in his hands what seemed to
be q wooden bowl. With this he
slouched of to one of the outbuild
ings, which he entered. Ten or nj
teen minutes slipped by, then he came
from the shed and after securing the
door, returned to the cabin. He was
again met by Bess, who relieved him
of the bowl: they exchanged a few
words and Slossoa walked away and
afterward disappeared over the side
of the keel boat.
This much was clear to the Ken
tuckian: food had been taken to some
one in the shed-to Betty and the
boy!-more likely to George.
He waited now for the night to
come, and to him the sun seemed
fixed In the heavens. At Belle Plain
Tom Ware was watching it with
shuddering sense of the swiftness OF
It's fight. But at last the tops OF the
tall trees obscured it; 1t sank quickly
then and blazed ball of fire beyond
the Arkansas coast, while its dying
glory spread aslant the heavens, turn
ing the tanks of the gray clouds to
violet and purple and gold.
With the first approach of darkness
Darlington made his way to the shed.
Hidden In the shadow he paused to
listen, and fancied no heard difficult
breathing from within. The door
creaked hideously on its wooden
hinges when he pushed 1t open, but as
It swung back the last remnant OF
the days light showed him some dark
object lying prone on the dirt foor.
The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1912-05-23
CHAPTER XVI.

Tho Judge Names His Second.
"Price-" began Mahaffy. They were
back in Raleigh in the room the judge
called his office, and this was Ma
haffy's first opportunity to ease his
mind on the subject of the duel, as
they had only just parted from Yancy
spd Cavendish, who had stopped at
one of the stores to make certain
purchases for the raft.
mot a word, Solomon-it had to
come. l am going to kill him.
shall feel better then"
What II he kills you?" demanded
The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1912-05-23

''Don't you want the fire lighted?"
asked Hicks. He was familiar with
his employers vacillating moods.
EYES," answered Ware, his lips
quivering; and slowly, with shaking
fingers, he added to the pile OF bills
in Hicks hand.
'Well, take care of yourself" said
Hicks, when the count was complete.
He thrust the roll of bills into his
pocket and moved to the door.
Alone again, the planter collapsed
into his chair, breathing heavily, but
his terrors swept over him and left
him with savage sense OF triumph.
This passed; he sprang up, intending
to recall Hicks and Vnmake his bar
gain. What had he been thinking OF
safety lay only in flight! Before he
reached the door his greed was in the
ascendant. He dropped down on tho
edge Of his bed, his eyes fixed on the
window. The sun sank lower. From
where he sat he saw it through the
upper half OF the sash, blood-red and
livtd in mist OF fleecy clouds.
Il was In the tops Of the old oaks
now, which sent their shadows into
hje room. Again maddened by his
teryors, he started and backed toward
tho door; but again his greed, tho
one dominating influence of his life,
vanquished him.
He watched the sun sink. He
watched the red splendor fade over
the river; he saw the first stars ap-
pear. He told himself that Hicks
would soon be gone-if the fire was
not to be lighted he must act at
,onde! He stole to the window. 1t
WA dusk now, yet he could distin-
gUish the distant wooded boundaries
Of the great fields framed by the dark
ching sky. Then In the silence he
heard the thud of hoofs.
The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1912-05-23

oSosSS'y SpP'S@S'Ss
Mahaffy harshly. The judge shrugged
his shoulders.
THAT Is as it may be-"
"Have you forgotten your grand
SOM" Mahanfy's voice was still harsh
and rasping.
Il regard my meeting with Fentress
- as nothing less than sacred duty
to him."
this morning." said Mahafy. you
are mixing up all sorts of side issues
with what should be your real pur-
pose"
mot at all, Solomon-not at all! l
look upon my grandson's speedy re-
covery as an assured fact. Fentress
dare not hold Aim. He knows he is
run to earth at last"
price"
mo, Solomon-no, my friend, we
will not speak of 1t again. You will
70 back to Belle Plain with Yancy and
Cavendish; you must represent me
there. We have as good as found
Hannibal. but we must be active in
Miss Malroy's behalf. For us that has
an important bearing on the future,
and since I cannot, you must be at
Belle Plain when Darlington arrives
with his pack of dogs. Give him the
advantage of your sound and mature
Judgment, Solomon; don't lot any
false modesty keep you In the back
ground.
"Who's going to second your
snapped Mahaffy. H..
The fudge was . pictufO q lnaaif-
ference.
y 1T will be quite Informal. the code
10 scarcely applc abis: / merely In
The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1912-05-23

toni" asked the negro guardedly, as
tho gag fell away.
Around the head of the bayou
"Lawd!" exclaimed George, in a
tone of wonder.
where's Miss Betty?"
"Shes In the cabin yonder-fo'
the love of God, cut these here other
ropes with yo' knife, Mas'r Ca1ngton
I'm perishin' with 'em!" CARING
ton did as he asked, and grooming,
George sat erect I'm like I was
gone to sleep all over" he said.
you'll feel better in moment Tell
me about Miss Malroy?"
"They done fetched us here last
night. I was drivin' Missy into Raj
eigh-her and young Mas'r Hazard
when TO men stop us in the road
"Who were they, do you know"
asked Darlington.
"Lawd-what's that?"
Darlington, knife in hand, swung
about on his heel. A lanterns light
flashed suddenly In his face and Bess
Hicks, with a low startled cry break.
ing from her lips, paused in the door
way. Springing forward, Darlington
seized her by the wrist.
"Hush!" he grimly warned.
what are you dom here?" demand
ed the girl, as she endeavored to shake
of his hand, but Darlington drew her
frf0 ho
set his back against 1t. There was a
brief silence during which Bess re-
garded the Kentuck1an with a kind OF
stolid fearlessness. She was the first
to speak. Il reckon you-all have come
after Miss Malroy," she observed
quietly.
Then you reckon right" answered
Darlington. The girl studied him
from her level brows.
And you-all think you can take
her away from here" she speculated.
II ain't afraid Of yo' knlfe-you-all'
might use 1t fast enough on q man.
but not on me. I'll help you," she
added. Darlington gave her an in
credulous glance. "You don't believe
me? That would fetch our men up
from the keel boat. No-yo-all's knife
wouldn't stop mel"
Don't be too sure Of that said
Darlington sternly. The girl met the
menace of his words with soft, full
throated laughter.
"Why, yo' hands shakin' now, Mr..
Carrington!"
"You know me?"
YES, l seen you once at Boggs'."
She made an impatient movement.
you can't do nothing against them
TO- men unless help you. Miss NAL
roy's to go down river tonight;
they're only waiting TO- pilot-you-
alps got to act quick!"
Darlington hesitated.
"Why do you want Miss Malroy to
escape?" he said.
The girls mood changed abruptly.
She scowled at him.
."I reckon that's a private matter.
Amt it enough TO- you-all to know
that I do? I'm showing how 1t can
be done. Them four men on the keel
boat are strangers in these parts,
they're waiting TO- a pilot, but they
don't know who he'll be. I've heard
you.all was a river-man; what's to
hinder yo' taking the pilots place?
Looks like yo' was willing to risk yo'
life TO- Miss Malroy or you wouldn't
be here"
I'm ready" said Darlington. bis
hand on the door.
mo. you ain't-jest yet" interposed
the girl hastily. Listen to me first.
They's dugout tied up bout a hum
dred yards above the keel boat; you
must get that to cross in to the other
side of the bayou, then when yo're
ready to come back yo're to whistle
three times-it's the signal we're e1
pecting-and I'll row across TO- you in
one of the skiffs."
Can you see Miss Malroy in the
meantime?" ..,I 81. f..
'aIf I want to. they's nothin' to him
der me-" responded Bess sulleply.
The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1912-05-23

sent mel" said Darlington quick
ly, as though completing an unfinr
ished sentence. The girl laughed nerv-
ously under her breath.
+ Row ciWer!" came Qe sulle1
command, and the Kentuck1an did a.
he was hidden. -Four men stood in
the bow Of tho keel boat. 4 lantern
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-09-12
2 PEACH PIE THIEVES
ASK PARDON IN ORDER
TO VOTE FOR VIII SON

MONTGOMERY. ALA. Sept. 12.-
Two votes for Woodrow Wilson may
be gained in Alabama if Governor
ONeal convinces himself that the theft
OF peach pie is not crime sufficient
to warrant a mans franchise being
taken from him.
Two young men in south Alabama
were convicted recently and their po-
htical rights taken away from them
because they took pie from the buggy
OF farmer at a picnic. The young
men have presented petition to the
governor, signed by hundreds of lead
ing citizens, asking the restoration of
their civil rights so that they can vote
for Wilson. They tell the governor
that they only took the pie for fun. and
really didn't mean to steal it.
Tne governor is considering the ao-
pIicatior. If he should grant the petit
ton, ne will do so in time for the young
men to register and vote in the No
yember election.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-09-12
HOPE IS ABANDONED
FOR CHESTER JORDAN;
NO RESPITEEXPECT

BOSTON, Sept. 12.--Chesteas R. Jor-
dan, sentenced TO die the week begin
ming September %. may be removed ID
death cell at Charlestown from the
East Cambridge jail today. It is
thought in any case that he will be
taken to the state prison before the
week is out. Hope that the governor
will act in his case practically has been
abandoned.
His sister, Mrs. Jesse Iivermore has
paid what may be her last visit to
Jordan in the office of Sheriff Fair
burn. With her We're Mr.. and Mrs.
Fred c. Kendall, of Somerviue. the
prisoners youngest sister and brother
in-laW.
The executive coucil has one more
regular meeting before the day set for
Jordan's execution, but it is declared at
the state house that the governor will
not intervene.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-09-12
LOUISVILLE SOCIETY,"
GIRL ELOPES WITH
AN ACCUSED FORGER

LOUISVILLE, KY. Sept 12-Climax
to sensational esCapades of 0. J. Hodg-
son. alias c. J Barnes, of Hartford City,
Ind, hunted by the police OF several cit
les, came when the ramily of Miss
Hattie cambridge. a society leader. learn
ed late last night that their daughter had
eloped with the alleged forger and had
married him at Covingtoh, Ky
Hodgson. who is only rs years old. fig
ured In an arrest here Monday, after a
chase through the city streets soon after
he attempted TO cash what is alleged to
be a worthless certificate Of deposit. This
came as shock to his newly made
friends here, who had shown him many
social favors on strength Of his statement
that he was a son of a millionaire wall
street broker and was touring the coun-
try by automobile in search of market in
formation
Shortly before his arrest Hodgson pur-
chased an automobile Within a few
minutes after he was placed in Jail a
firm Of lawyers obtained his release upon
bail OF $500 and accepted the automobile
as security for their fee HodRson. who
has many aliases, left, and the lawyers
are an automobile aheadf Rewards ag-
Rregating $1125 are outstanding for his
arrest and conviction.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-09-12
Town Quiets Down After An
Black Suspects Are Rushed
Out Of Mob's Reach.
SHERIFF REID'S GRAPHIC
STORY OF TERROR REIGN
Forsyth Official Describes the
LynChing and Exciting Incl
dents That Followed.

with every negro known to have
been implicated in the attacks on white
women locked safely in the Atlanta
rover the little town of Cumming, in
Forsyth county, is quiet today for the
first time since the discovery Of hor-
rible crime last Saturday.
The mountaineers who have filled the
streets for several days past have gone
10 their homes, the negroes who had
been hiding in their homes for several
days have recovered from their terror.
and the town is resuming its everv-
day work. The mob which might have
stormed the jails at Gainesville or Ma
rietta realize that the Fulton Tower
with city police force to defend If ia
inv