The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1912-04-11

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THAT notion hasn't struck her yet,
for heard her say at breakfast that
she'd take him to Raleigh this after
, noon"
That's the boy I travelled all the
way to North Carolina to get for
Fentress."
"Eh-you don't say?" cried Ware.
tom, what do you know about the
Quintard lands; what do you know
about Quintard himself?" continued
Murrell
HE was a rich planter; lived in
North Carolina. My father met him
when he was In congress and got him
to invest in land here. They had
some colonization scheme on foot
this was upward of twenty years ago
but nothing came of it. Quintard
lost interest"
And the land?"
"Oh, he held on to that"
"Quintard has been dead two years,
Tom, and back yonder in North Caro-
lima they told me he left nothing but
the home plantation. The boy lived
there up to the time OF Quintard's
death, but what relation he was to
, the old man no one knew. Ohhand,
Tom, I'd say that by getting hold OF
the boy Fentress expects to get hold
of the Quintard land"
That's likely" said Ware; then
, struck by sudden idea, he added.
Are you going to take all the risks
! and let him pocket the cash? II it's
the land he's after, the stakes big
, enough to divide"
He can have the whole thing and
/ welcome. I'm playing for bigger
stake His friend stared at him in
/ establishment. I'm licking specula-
ton into shape that will cause me to
be remembered while there's a white
/ man alive in the Mississippi Valley!
Have you heard what the niggers did
at Hayti?'
you let the niggers alone; don't
you tamper with them,' said Ware.
/ He possessed profound belief in
Murrelps capacity. He knew how the
latter had shaped the uneasy popula-
ton that foregathered on the edge of
civilization to his own ends, and that
what he had christened the Clan had
become an elaborate organization,
disciplined and flexible to his ruthless
will.
Look here, what do you think
have been working for-to steal a
few niggers? That furnishes us with
money, but you can push the trade
too hard and too far The planters
are uneasy. The Clans got to deal a
counter blow or 60 out of business.
Between here and the gulf" he
made a wide sweeping gesture with
with my men; there are two thousand
active workers on the rolls OF the
Clan, and as many more like you,
Tom-and Fentress-on whose friend
ship I can rely
Sure as God, John Murrell, you
are overreaching yourself! Your
white men are all right, they've got
to stick by you; If they don't they
know It's only question of time I'M
til they get knife driven into their
ribs-but niggers-there isn't any
real fight in niger, if there was
they wouldn't be here
Yet you couldn't have made the
whites In Hayti believe that" said
Murrell, with a sinister smile.
Ware, feeling the entire uselessness
of argument, uttered string OF i'm
precautions, and then fell silent.
well, how about the girl, Tom?'
asked Murrell at length. Listen to
me. Tom. I'll take her away, and
Belle Plain is yours-land, stock and
niggers!" said Murrell.
Ware shifted and twisted in his
seat.
DO you want the land and the mig
gers? I reckon you'll have to take
them whether you want them or not.
for I'm going to have the girl"