The Arvada enterprise., 1913-03-06

night. and then | shall obey the com
mand or God to call sinners to re
pentance at the campmeetln' over II
Shelby county. up Memphis way. Par
don me, sir, but took an instant likin
Tor you and | hope we shall get furth
er acquainted. ride in these woods
every eyenin'. Goodby till we NEE
again"
He doffed his hat with great pune
tilio and spurred his horse through 6
by'road In the darkling woods. Meth
er had mentioned his name to the
other
Stewart pondered over the meetIn,
as he ambled home. conscious of its
incongruities. He mentioned the oc
currence to his host, Rev. John Hen
ming, Baptist preacher in the scatter.
ed hamlet of Tuscahoma and n small
planter who worked a dozen negroes
The dominic rubbed a stubby chin
and wagged his head:
Il wonder If 1t can be that fellow
Murrell. who's been hangln' aroun' fur
the last six months off and on. down
at the Corners. Ye know two of my
boys have disappeared Twas a fort.
hight since. just before you came
pack. and I've suspected him of slave
stealin'. but couldn't get any clue. My
Dick smells the same rat and has been
lyin' low. but ye see neither of us ever
met him; he comes and goes like a
shadder.
Then he's got lot of pals aroun'.
ana some OF my neighbors swear he's
all right: hearn him preach the finest
sermons In the world-lay preacher.
ye know-and got the spurrit OF God
in him"
"A Few days later he again crossed
the stranger not far from the scene
OF the first meeting. and the latter
greeted him with an air of unmistak-
able pleasure:
I have thought good deal about
you. Sir, since | met you the other
night | reckon we're kindred spirits
somehow, for know human nature
pretty well and rarely make a mis-
take. with an air OF great compla-
cency. Il thought I'd like to have a
long powwow. for I'm n lonely man.
though | know many people. | am
Unexpectedly called away tomorrow
evening Pray. sir. come and spend
the night with me at the Corners. My
host OF the tavern has fine old apple.
and brace of wild ducks fit for a
king or for" stopping with lips
pursed into an enigmatic smile.
Stewart gladly assented. and they
rode together few miles farther to
the Corners, which consisted OF log
tavern, ramshackle store and a rude
blacksmith shop. The rufiianly land
lord lowered at Stewart with a glance
OF suspicion. but quailed at the i'm
perious scowl which his more familiar
guest shot at him. as. turning with n
wave OF his hand. ne said:
This is my friend, Mr. --" with
inquiring look.
"Oh, my name is Hues, Adam Hues, 4"
answered Stewart. wondering with
alarm whether the landlord could pos
sibly know OF him.
4NN'A supper uuutI u HuEe gum
tree and with n tongue well loosened
by frequent libations OF apple toddy,
the man OF mystery began to unbosom
himself.
You are speculator. Hues, and so
am |, though not perhaps in the same
line. The world has treated me badly
and you, too, | reckon. II l read you
Alright See the swarms OF the rich,
whose claws are fastened on all the
good things OF life, the best to eat.
the best OF drink the finest OF clothes
to wear. II ye could only hear my
friend, John Murrell, talk on the
thing He's one OF the greatest men
in the world. sir-beats Andy Jackson
all TO death. and want ye to meet
him"
And so he went on in n fierce TRADE
against the whole order OF society.
The young man had listened with.
out a word, with the same feeling
that hidden spectator would have at
watching cannihals at their Ehastly
banquet He had had time enough to
make up his mind, and he ucryed him.
self to see the thing through
sir" he said. extending his hand.
II don't know who you are. but put II
right there, What you've said has
sounded a hidden chord feel you're
exactly right, sir. and that we ought
10 get even with our oppressors In any
way we can You reckoncd straight
when you saw in me congenlal
spirit"
The next morning as they rode
through the woods. talking OF indif
fercut matters. Stewart was accosted
with the sudden interiecton. Il am
John Murrcll'" accompanied by a
look OF piercing question
Il suspected SO last night" was the
answer and was reioiccd to know a
man Of my own kidney"
A handclasp seemed to relieve the
others mind OF any passing doubt. and
Murrell said bluntly
- need a lieutenant. a man OF grit
| OF brains an resources WIN Won be
that man. Huess I picked you by an
unfnilin' instinct instantly saw vou a
The young man agreed. and two