The Lamar register., 1912-05-15

Gays OF not, dusty travel, -FOUR nights
Of uncomfortable cross-road stations,
whore Betty suffered sleepless nights
and the unaccustomed pangs OF early
rising. She occasionally found her.
self wondering who Darlington was
She approved Of the manner in which
he conducted himself She liked q
man who could be unobtrusive.
The next morning he found himself
seated opposite her at breakfast. He
received another curt little nod, cool
and distant, as he took his seat.
you stop in Washington said
Darlington.
Betty shook her head. mo. l am
going on to Wheeling"
you're fortunate in being 80 near
ly home." he observed. I'm going
on to Memphis"
Betty exclaimed: why. 1 am 60
ing to Memphis. tool"
Are you? By canal to Cumber-
land, and then by stage over the Ma
uonal Road to Wheeling?"
Betty nodded. 1T makes one wish
they'd finish their railroads, doesn't
IT. Do you suppose they'll ever get
as far west as Memphisf" she said.
''They say it's going to be bad for
the river trade when they're built on
something besides paper" answered
Darlington. And happen to b .
hatboatman, Miss Malroy."
No more was said just then. for
Betty became reserved and did not At
tempt to resume the conversation. A
day later they rumbled into Washing
ton, and as Betty descended from the
coach Darlington stepped to her side.
II suppose you'll stop here. Miss
Malroy," he said. indicating the tav-
ern before which the stage had come
to . stand.
yes" said Betty briefiy.
II can be Of any service to you"
he began, with just q touch OF awk-
wardness in his manner.
mo. I thank you. Mr.. Carrington."
said Betty quickly.
Good night good-by." He
turned away. and Betty saw his tall
form disappear in the twilight.
A month and more had elapsed
since Bob Yancy's trial. Just two
days later man and boy disappeared
from Scratch Hill. Murrell was soon
on their trail and pressing forward
in hot pursuit. Reaching the noun
tains, he heard OF them first as ten
days ahead of him and bound for
west Tennessee; the ten days dwin-
died to a week, the week became f1ve
days. the five days three; and now
as he emerged from the last range of
hills he caught sight OF them.
Yancy glanced back at the blue wall
Of tho mountains where It lay along
the horizon.
well. Nevvy." he said. we've put
. heap Of distance between us and
old Scratch HILL"
For the past ten days their journey
had been conducted in a leisurely
fashion. AS Yancy said. they were
seeing the world, and 1t was well to
take . good look at 1t while they had
. chance.
Suddenly out OF the silence came
the regular beat OF hoofs. These
grow nearer and nearer. and at last
when they were quite close. Yancy
faced about. Smilingly Murrell refined
In his horse.
"Why-Bob Yancy!" he cried in
apparent astonishment.
Yes. sir-Bob Yancy. Does 1t hap
pen you are looking TO him. Cap
tainf" inquired Yancy.
Mono. Bob. I'm on my way
west"
Murrell slipped from his saddle and
fell into step at Yancy's side as they
moved forward.
"They were nightly stirred up at
the Cross Roads when / left. wonder.
ing what had come Of you." he OBJ.
served.
That's kind of them" responded
Yancy. q little dryly. There was nc
reason for 1t, but he was becoming
distrustful Of Murrell, and uneasy.
They went forward in silence. A
sudden turn In the road brought them
to the edge OF an extensive clearing
Close to the road there were several
buildings, but not a tree had been
spared to shelter them and they stood
forth starkly, the completing touch tc
Q civilization that was still in iti
youth. unkempt, rather savage. and
ruthlessly utilitarian. A sign an
nounced the dingy structure OF logs
nearest the roadaids . tavern.
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