The Idaho Republican., 1914-04-03

q long nose over the bars, narlng
fame-lined nostrils to the touch of her
hand. She laid her cheek against the
white thoroughbred forehead and held
the apple to the larger reaching lip,
with several teasing withdrawings be-
fore she gave 1t to its juicy crunching.
She let down the top bar of the
fence and vaulting over, ran to q
stable and presently emerging with a
saddle on her arm, whistled the horse
to her and saddled him. Then open
ing the gate, she mounted and can
tered down the lane to meet the on
coming riders-a kindly-faced, middle
aged man, a younger one with dark
features and coal-black hair, and two
girls.
Chisholm Lusk spurred in advance
and lifted his hat. Il held up the
Judge, Shirley" he said, "and made
him bring me along. He tells me
there's q fox hunt on tomorrow; may
conner"
"Pshaw! Chilly" said the Judge. Il
don't believe you ever got up at FIVE
o'clock in your born days. You've
learned bad habits abroad"
You'll see," he answered. IF my
man Friday doesn't rout me out to-
morrow, I'll be up for murder"
They rode an hour, along stretches
Of sunny highways or on shaded bridle-
paths where the horses hoofs fell muf-
fed in brown pine-needles and droop-
ing branches f1icked their faces. Then,
by a murky way gouged with brusk
Nlllies, across shelving fields and
"turn-rows" in a long detour around
Powhattan Mountain, a rough spur in
the shape of an Indians head that
wedged itself forbiddingly between the
fields of spring corn and tobacco.
do let US get a drink said Chilly
Lusk. I'm as thirsty as a cotton
batting camel"
"All right, we'll STOP" agreed the
Judge, "and you'll have a chance to
see a local lion, Betty. This is
where Mad Anthony lives. You must
have heard Of him when you were here
before. He's almost as celebrated as
the Reverend John Jasper Of Rich
mond."
Betty tapped her temple. Where
have All heard of John Jasper?"
HE was the author of the famous
sermon on The Sun do Move He
used to prove 1t by bucket Of water
that he set beside his pulpit Saturday
night. AS it hadn't spilled in the
he knew 1t was the earth that
stood still"
Betty nodded laughingly. "Ah re-
now. Is Mad Anthony really
mad?"
only harmlessly," said Shirley.
He's stone blind. The negroes all
believe he conjures-that's voodoo,
you know. They put lot Of stock
in his 'prophecisms.' He tells for
tunes, too. SSH" she warned. Hes
sitting on the doorstep. He's heard
u.s."
The old negro had the torso Of a
black patriarch. He sat bolt upright
with long straight arms resting on
his knees, and his face had that pc
culiar expressionless immobility seen
In Egyptian carvings. His age might
have been anything, judging from his
face which was SO scanned and crew
iced with innumerable tiny wrinkles
that it most resembled the tortured
glaze of some ancient bitumen pot
terry unearthed from tomb of Kor.
The Judge dismounted, and tossing
his bride over fence-picket, took
from his pocket collapsible drinking
cup. "Howdy do, Anthony" he said.
We just stopped for a drink of your
good water"
The old negro nodded his head.
Good watah," he said in the gentle
quavering tones of extreme age. "Yas,
Marse. Hep yo'se'f. Come fam he
centah OBJ De yerf, dat Watah. I'm dan 8
folks say de centah of de yerf is all
fab. Yo' reck'n dey's right, Mars
Nov, how the devil do you know
who I am, Anthony" The Judge set
down his cup on the well-curb. Il
haven't been by here for year."
The ebony head moved slowly from
side to side. "Or Ant'ny don need
no eyes," he said, touching his hand
10 o'his brow. "He see ev'ything heah."
The Judge beckoned to the others
and they trooped inside the paling.
I've brought soma other folks with
me, Anthony; can you tell who they
are?"
The sightless look wavered over
them and the white head shook slow
". Don know young mars" said
the gentle voice. How many yuddahs
wid yo'? One, two? No, don know
young mistis, eidah." ...5...
81 reckon you don't need any eyes,
Judge Chalmers laughed, as he passed
he sweet cold water to the rest. "One
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