Perth Amboy evening news., 1912-02-20
CHAPTER /.
The Boy at the Rarony.

on the barren lands of the pine woods
whittier they had emigrated to es-
cape the malaria of the low coast, but
this no longer m~attered, for the last
OF his name and race, old General
Q~uintard, was dead in the great house
his father had built almost a century
before and the thin acres OF the
Barony, where he had made his last
stand against age and poverty, were
to claim him, now that he had given
un the struggle in their midst.
Though he had lived continuously
at the Barony for almost a quarter OF
a century, there was lone among his
nelgkbors who could say he had
looked on that thin, aquiline face in
all that time. Yet they had known
much of him, for the gossip Of the
slaves, who had been his only friends
In those years he had chosen to deny
himself to other friends, had gone far
and wide over the county.
That notable man of business, iona
than Crenshaw, was closeted IN the
library with a stranger to whom
rumor fixed the name of Bladen, sup
posing him to be the legal repre-
sentative of certain remote connec-
tions Of the old generals.
Crenshaw sat before the fiat-topped
mahogany desk with several account
books before him. Baden stood by
the window.
Il suppose you will buy in the prop
erty when 1t comes up for sale?" the
latter was saying.
Crenshaw nodded.
He lived entirely alone, saw no
one, understand" said Bladen.
Alone with his two or three old
sIaves-yes, sir. He wouldn't even
see me-"
There was a brief pause, then Cren-
shaw spoke again. Il reckon, sir, ii
you know anything about the old gen
tleman's private affairs you don't feel
no call to speak on that point2" he
observed.
aAIl I know is thiss General GUM
tard WAS a conspicuous man IN these
parts fifty years ago; he married a
Beaufort"
$50 he did," said Crenshaw, ''and
there was n child, a daughter; she
married q South Carolinian by the
name OF Tufberyille. Great folks,
those Turbervilles, rolling rich"
aAn1 what became OF the daughter
who married Turberviile?"
.Died years ago." said Crenshaw.
They were interrupted by a knock
at the door.
Come In said Crenshaw. The
door opened and a small boy entered
the room dragging after him a long
rife. Suddenly overcome by a shy
ness, he paused on the threshold TO
stare with round, wondering eyes at
the two men. We'll, sonny, what do
you want?" asked Mr.. Crenshaw In
diligently.
Please, sir, I want this here old
spo'tin' rifie," said the child.
Il reckon you may keep it--at least
I've no objection" Crenshaw glanced
at Bladen.
ooh, by all MEANS said the latter.
Spasms Of delight shook the small
figure. With a murmur that was meant
for thanks he backed from the room,
closing the door Bladen glanced In
quiringly at Crenshaw.
"You want to know about him, sir?
Well. that's Hannibal Wayne Hazard.
But who Hannibal Wayne Hazard Is
Just wait q minute, sir'-and quit
ting his chair Mr.. C~renshaw hurried
from the room to return almost inn
mediately with a tall countryman.
"Mr Bladen. this is Bob Yancy. Bob,
the gentleman wants to hear about
the woman and the child; that's your
story"
"Howdy, sir" said MIR. Yancy. lie
appeared to mediate on the mental
effort that was required OF him.
at was four years ago come next
Christmas" said CrenshaW,
aOld Christmas" corrected MIR.
Yancy. "The evening befo', 1t was,
and I'd gone to Fayetteville to get my
Christmas hxin's. Just at shutdown /
hooked up that blind mule OF mine to
the cart end started To- home. A mile
out of town I heard some one slosh-
ing through the rain after me. /
pulled up and waited, and them / made
out II YVES 9 woman. She spoke when
she wal alongside the cart and says,
Can you drive me on to the BaronyY
When I got down to help her Into the
cart / saw she was toting a child in
her arms. Well. sir, she hardly spoke
until We came TO the red gate, when
she says, Stop, IL you please: I'll
walk the rest of the way, The last
I seen OF her she was hurrying
through the rain totias tas child IN
her arms"
Mr.. Crenshaw took up the narrative.
when morning come she was
gone, but the child done stayed be-
hind. I've heard Aunt Alsidia tell as
how the old general said that morn
ing, pale and shaking like, .You'n find
a boy asleep In the red room; he's to
be fed and carAA Tns F.4,s EAan rim