The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1912-05-17

toward the river.
"Yes-shan't you?" and she opened
her eyes Questioningly.
NO" said Darlington with a short
laugh, drawing a chair near hers and
sitting down.
Betty, in surprise, gave him a quick
look, and then as quickly glanced
away from what she encountered in
his eyes. AS she looked, suddenly
pale points of light appeared on dis
tant headland.
"Is that New Madrid-Oh, is 1t. Mr..
Carrington?" she cried eagerly.
II reckon So" but he did not alter
his position.
But you're not Iooking!"
"Yes, l AMIN looking at you.
reckon you'll think me crazy, Miss
Malroy-presumptuo and all that
but 1 wish Memphis could be wiped
off the map, and that We could go on
like this for ever!"
You mustn't talk Sol am nothing
to you
Eyes, you are. You're everything
to me-" said Darlington doggedly.
You shall love me-" She was pow
erless in his embrace. She felt his
breath on her cheek, then he kissed
her. Suddenly his arms fell at his
side; his face was white. Il was a
brute to do that-Betty, forgive me-!
l am sorry-no, l can't be sorry!"
oil ha n
rid wharf now, and certain young
man who had been impat1ently watch
ing The Naiad's lights ever since they
became visible crossed the gang-plank
with a bound.
"Betty-why in the name OF good
ness did you ever choose this tub?'
said the newcomer.
Charley"
Darlington stepped back. This
must be the brother who had come up
the river from Memphis to meet her
but her brothers name was Tom!
He looked this stranger-this Charley
over with hostile eye.
All that day Hannibal was haunted
by the memory of what he had heard
and seen at Slosson's tavern. More
than this, there was his terrible sense
of loss, and the grief he could not
master. Marking the course Of the
road westward, he clung to the woods,
where his movements were as stealthy
as the very shadows themselves.
Presently, as he stumbled forward.
he came to a small clearing in the
center of which stood a log dwelling.
The place seemed deserted.
Tilted back in a chair by the door
The hoot of an owl from nearby
oak reused him. He yawned and
stretched himself, thrusting out his
fat legs and extending his great
arms. Then becoming aware OF that
path as he slept and now stood be-
fell to rubbing his eyes with the
small figure which had stolen up the
knuckles of his plump hands.
Who are you?" he demanded.
I'm Hannibal Wayne Hazard"
said the boy. The man quilted his
chair.
"Well-I am glad to know you,
Hannibal Wayne Hazard. l am Slo-
cum Price-Judge Slocum Price,
sometime major-general of militia and
ex-member Of congress, to mention q
few of those honors my fellow coun-
trymen have thrust upon me-" He
made a sweeping gesture with his two
hands outspread and bowed ponder
ously.
The boy saw man of sixty, whose
gross and battered visage told its own
story There was a sparse white
frost about his ears; and his eyes,
pale blue and prominent, looked out
from under beetling brows. He wore
a shabby plum-colored coat and tight.
drab breeches. About his fat neck
was a black stock
You don't belong in these parts.
do you?" asked the Judge, when he
had completed his scrutiny.
mo, sir" answered the boy. He
glanced off down the road. where
lights were visible among the trees.
What town is that?"
"Pleasantville-whic Is He-but
I am neither suffi ciently drunk nor
sufficiently sober to cope with the pos
sibilities your question offers. Have
you so much as fifty cents about
you?" and the judges eyes narrowed
to a slit above their folds of puffy
flesh. Hannibal, keeping his glance
fixed on the mans face, fell back a
STEP Il can't let you go If you are
penniless-I can't do that!" cried the
judge, with sudden vehemence. You
shall be my guest for the night
They're a pack of thieves at the tav-
ern," he lowered his voice. Il know
'em, for they've plucked mel" He
rested g. fat hand on the boys
shoulder and drew him gently but
firmly into the shanty. With flint and
steel he made light, and presently
a candle was sputtering in his hands.
He fitted 1t into the neck of a tall
bottle, and as the light fared up the
boy glanced about him.
The interior was mean enough,
with It's rough walls. dirt floor and
black, cavernous fireplace. A shake
down bed in one corner of the room
was tastefuliy screened from the pub
lie gaze by tattered quilt
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their freshness. If It hurts they'll grit