Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1912-03-11
CHAPTER xr.

ness Of mankind having received q
staggering blow, there began a some
what furtive existence for himself.
for Solomon Mahaffy, and for the boy.
They kept to little frequented byways.
and usually it was the early hours of
the morning, or the cool of late after
Moons, when they took the road.
A certain hot afternoon brought
them into the shaded main street of
struggling village. Near tho door OF
the principal abiding, frame tavern,
a man was seated, with his feet on
the HORSEBACK. There was no other
sign of human occupancy.
How do you do, sir?" said the
judge, hating before this solitary in
dividual whom he conjectured to be
the landlord whats the name OF
this bustling metropc ei?" continued
the judge, cooking his head on one
side.
AS he spoke, Bruce Darlington ap-
peared in the tavern door; pausing
there, he glanced curiously at the
shabby wayfarers. r
This is Raleigh, In Shelby county.
Tennessee" said the landlord.
Are you the voice from the tomb?"
inquired the Judge. in q tone of play
full sarcasm.
Darlington, amused, sauntered to-
ward him.
That's one for you, Mr.. Pegloe!"
he said.
II am charmed to meet gentleman
whose spirit of appreciation shows
his familiarity with literary allu.
sion,'". said the judge, bowling. Isl
I'VE amt 50 dead aas,we look" said
Pegloe. Just you keep on to Boggs'
race-track, straight down the road.
and you'll find that out-everybody'
there to the hoss-racing and shooting
match. reckon you've missei the
hoss-racing, but you'll be in time for
the shooting. Why amt you there,
Mr.. Carrington?"
Pm going now, Mr.. Pegloe," an
swered Darlington. as he followed the
judge, who, with Mahany and the boy,
had moved of.
Better stop at Boggs'!" Pegloe
called after them.
But the judge had already formed
his decision. Horse-racing and shoot
were suggestive OF that
progressive spirit, the absence OF
which he had SO much lamented at
the Jail raising at Pleasantville. Mem
phis was their objective point. but
Bags became side issue OF i'm
portance. They had gained the edge
of the village when Darlington over
took them. He stepped to Hannibars
side.
Here, let me carry that long rifle.
son!" he said. Hannibal looked up
into his face, and yielded the piece
without word. Darlington balanced
it on his big palm. Il reckon it can
shoot-these old guns are hard to
beat" he observed.
"She's the closest shooting rifle I
ever sighted" said Hannibal prompt
~.
Darlington laughed.
There was rusty name-plate on
the stock of the old sporting rifle:
this caught Carrington's eye.
whats the name here? Oh, Tur-
berville."
The Judge. q step or two In ad-
vance, wheeled In his tracks with q
startling suddenness.
"What?" he faltered, and his face
was ashen.
Nothing, I was reading the name
here; 1t Is yours. sir, suppose?" said
NO. sir-no; my name is Price
Slocum Price! Turberville
VILE" he muttered thickly. staring
at Darlington.
IT'S not common name; you seem
to have heard it before?" said the lat
ter.
A spasm Of pain passed over the
judges face.
live heard 1t. The name IL on
the ride, you say"
Here on the stock, yes"
The Judge took the gun and exam
ined 1t in silence.
Where did you get this rine, Han
he at length asked brokenly.
Il fetched itsaway from the Barony,
sir; Mr.. Crenshaw said / might have
It."
The Judge gave great start, and .
hoarse, inarticulate murmur stole
from between his twitching lips.
What do you know Of the Barony,
Il lived at the Barony once, until
Uncle Bob took me to Scratch Hill
to be with him. said Hannibal.
''You-you lived At the Barony?"
repeated the judge, and dull wonder
struck through his tone, How long