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the sweet cold water TO the rest. -Une
of these young ladies wants you to tell
her fortune"
The old negro dropped his head,
waving his gaunt hands restlessiy.
The Judge beckoned to Betty Page,
but she shook her head with a little
grimace and drew back
You go, Shirley she whispered.
and with a laughing glance at the
others, Shirley came and sat down on
the lowest step.
Mad Anthony put out a %wavering
hand and touched the young body.
His fingers strayed owe the habit and
went up to the curling bronze under
the hat-brim. dis de iii mistis," he
muttered, "ain' afeahd OBJ oil Ant'ny.
Dah's fab en- she ain afeahd, en- dah's
watah en- she ain afeahd. Wondah
whut All gwine tell huh? Whut de
coloh OBJ yo' hath, honey?"
BLACK" put in Chilly Lusk. with a
wink at the others. BLACK Is a crow"
Old Anthony's hand fell back to his
knee. Young mars. laugh at de Of
man." he said, but he don know. Dat
de coloh dat buhn nah han'sEde coloh
OBJ gor, en- eyes blue like er cat-bird's
eyes, honey, en- gwine make 'em cry
en- cry" He raised his head sharply.
his lids shut tight, and swung his arm
toward the North. "Dah's whah he
come rom." he said, zen heah"-his
arm veered and he pointed straight
toward the ragged hill behind them
"he stay"
Lusk laughed noiselessly. Hes
pointing to Damory Court" he whis-
pered to Nancy Chalmers, "the only
uninhabited place within ten miles.
That's as neal as he often hits it, I
fancy
"Heah's whah he stay" repeated the
old man. Heap OBJ trouble wait heah
To- him too, honey,-heap OBJ trouble,
heah whah III mistis fin him"
Come, Anthony" said Judge Chal-
mers, laying his hand on the old mans
shoulder. That's much too mourn
full. Give her something nice to top
OF with, at least!"
But Anthony paid no heed. "Gr'et
trouble. Dah's fab en- she ain afeahd,
en- dah's watah en- she ain afeahd. En-
All sees yo' gwine ter him, honey. All
heah's de c~o'ot-house clock a-strikin' in
de night-en yo' gwine. Don wait,
don wait, iii mistis, err de trouble
cloud gwine kyah him erway rom yo'
When de clock strike thuh-
teen-when de clock strike thuh-
teen"
The droning voice ceased. The
gaunt form became rigid. Then he
started and turned his eyes slowly
about him, q vague look Of anxiety on
his face. For a moment no one
moved. When he spoke again 1t was
once o in his gentle ~quavering
voice:
"Watah? Vas, Mars, good watah.
Hep yo'se'f."
The Judge set a dollar bill on the
step and weighted it with a stone, as
the rest remounted. well, good-by,
Anthony he said. We're nightly
obliged"
He sprang into the saddle and the
q~uartette cantered away. My expert
ment wasn't a great success, I'm
afraid, Shirley" he said ruefully.
"Oh, l think it was splendid" cried
Nancy. DO you suppose he really be-
1ieves those spooky things? l declare,
at the time I almost did myself. What
D.. -l1 to- fh4z 4Ln n1AaIx .k~lIrA0
thirteen which, of course, 1t never
does"
Don't mind. Shirley" bantered
Lusk. when you see all dem trou-
bles' coming, sound the alarm and
we'll fly in a body to your rescue"
They let their horses out for Q
pounding gallop which pulled down
suddenly at a mufied shrek from Bet
ty Page, as her horse went into the
air at sight of an automobile by the
roadside.
Nov, whose under the canopy Is
that?" exclaimed Lusk.
Its stalled" said Shirley. 81
passed here this afternoon when the
owner was trying to start it, and l sent
Unc' Jefferson az first aid to the in
jured."
Il wonder who he a be-" said
Nancy. I've never seen that a be-
FORE"
why" said Betty gaily, "Ah knowi
It's Mad Anthony's trouble-man, OF
course, come for Shirley"
CHAPTER VII.