Putnam patriot., 1912-05-10

that wide hals circle his sense of in- jury overwhelmed him again. He hoped to live to see Murrell hangedl
 He was so completely lost in his bitter reflections that he had been un- aware of a mounted man who was coming toward him at a swift gallop, but now he heard the steady pounding of hoofs and. startled by the sound. looked up. A moment later the horse man drew rein at his side.
 ''Warei" he cried.
 How are you, Carrington?" said the planter.
 You are wanted at Belle Plain," be- gan Darlington. and seemed to hest- tate.
 "Yes-yes, I am going there at once now" stammered Ware, and gath cred up his reins with shaking hand.
 You've heard, take it?' said Car rington slowly.
 Yes" answered Ware, in hoarse whisper. My God, Darlington, I'm heart sick; she has been like a daugh- ter to me-I-" he fell silent, mop ping his face.
 T think I understand your feeling" said Darlington, giving him 6 level glance.
 Then you'll excuse me-" and the planted clapped spurs to his horse. Once he looked back over his shoul- der; he saw that Darlington had not he, U fhav haA met.
 At Belle Plain, Ware found his neighbors in possession of the place. They greeted him quietly and spoke in subdued tones Of their sympathy. The planter listened with an air of such abject misery that those who had neither liked nor respected him, were reused to a sudden generous feeling where he was concerned; they could not question but that he was deeply affected After all the man might have a side to his nature with which they had never come in contact.
 When he could he shut himself in his room. He had experienced day of maddening anxiety; he had not slept at all the previous night; in mind and body he was worn out; and now he was plunged into the thick of this sensation. He must keep control of himself, for every word he said would be remembered. In the pres ent there was sympathy for him, but sooner or later people would return to their sordid international judg- ments.
 He sought to forecast the happen ings of the next few hours. MurrelPs friends would break jail for him. that was a foregone conclusion; but the insurrection he had planned was at an end Hues had dealt it's death
 blow Moreover. though the law might be impotent to deal with Mur rell, he could not hope to escape the vengeance of the powerful class he had plotted to destroy; he would have to quit the country. Ware gloated ir this idea of craven flight. Thank God. he had seen the last of him. But, as always, his thoughts came back to Betty Slosson would wait al Hicks place for the man Murrell had promised him, and, failing the mes senger, for the signal fire, but there would be neither; and Slosson would
 be left to determine his own course ol action. Ware felt certain that hs would wait through the night, but al sure as the morning broke, if no worc | had reached him, he would send on, 1 of his men across the bayou, who mus | learn of Murrells arrest, escape, tiigh for in Wares mind these three events were indissolubly associated The planters teeth knocked together He was having a terrible acquaint ance with fear, its very depths hac swallowed him up 1t was black pi' in which he sank from horror to hor TOT He had lost all faith in the Clar which had terrorized half a dozer states, which had robbed and mur dered with apparent impunity, whict had marketed it's hundreds of stoler slaves He had utterly collapsed al the first blow dealt the organization but he was still seeing Murrell, pallio and shaken.
 A step sounded in the hall and an instant later Hicks entered the room
 without the tormality of knocking Ware recognized his presence with a glance Of indifference, but did not speak. Hicks slouched to his employ
 CTS side and handed him a note which