The Laurens advertiser. (Laurens, S.C.) 1885-1973, 1914-03-11
"Oh, of course. Betty Page is visit.

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ing them, isn't she?"
Shirley nodded. "She came yester-
day. Ill have to hurry, for saw them
from my window turning into the Red
Road" She waved her hand and ran
lightly down the stair and across the
lawn to the orchard
she pulled green apple from a
bough that hung over q stone wall and
with this in her hand she came close
to the pasture fence and whistlcd a
peculiar call. 1t was answered by n
low whinny and o soft thud of hoofs.
and goiucn-cnestrut hunter thrust
long nose over the bars, flariuE
naine-llnCd noStrilS to the touch of ier
hand. She laid her check against the
white thoroughbred forehead and held
the apple to the larger reaching lip,
with several teasing withdrawings be-
fore she gave it to its juicy crunching.
She let down the top bar of the
fence and vaulting over, ran to q
stable and presently emerging with q
saddle on her arm, whlstled the horse
20 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, O younger one with dark
features and coal-black hair, and two
girls
Chisholm Lusk spurred in advance
and lifted his hat. 81 held up the
Judge, Shirley" he said, "and made
him bring mo along He tells me
there's fox hunt on tomorrow; may
Gomez"
"Pshaw! Chilly" said the Judge. II
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, III be Up for murder"
They rode an hour, ;a'ons stretches
Of sunny highways or on shaded bride.
paths where the horses boots fell muf-
fled in brown pine-needles and droop-
ing branches flicled their faces. Then,
by murky way gouged with brusk
gullies, across shelving fields and
"turn-rows" in a long detour around
Powhattan Mountain, 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 drink" said Chilly
Lusk I'm as thirsty as cotton
batting camel"
"All right, we'll stop agreed tho
Judge, "and you'll have chance to
see local lion, Betty. This is
where Mad Anthony lives. You must
have heard Of him when you we're hero
before. He's almost as celebrated as
the Reverend John Jasper Of Rich
mond."
Betty tapped her temple. Where
have All heard Of John Jaspcr?"
"IIc was the author of the famous
sermon on The Sun do Move He
used to prove it by bucket Of water
that he set beside his pulpit Saturday
night. AS it hadn't spilled in the
morning he knew 1t was the earth that
stood STILL"
Betty nodded laughingly "Ah re-
member now. Is Mad Anthony really
mad?"
only harmlessly," said Shirley.
He's stone blind. The negroes all
believe he conjures-thats voodoo,
you know. They put lot Of stock;
In his prophecisms.' He tells for
tunes, too. SSH" she warned. Hes
sitting on the doorstep Hes 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 ago might
have been anything, Judging from his
face which was 30 scanned and crew
iced with innumerable tiny wrinkles
that 1t most resembled the tortured
glaze Of some ancient btumen pot
terry unearthed from tomb Of Kor.
The Judge dismounted, and tossing
his bride over q fencepicket took
from his pocket collapsible drinking
cup. "Howdy do, Anthony" he said.
I'VE just stopped for drink Of your
good water"
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