Arizona republican., 1915-06-20
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1ngs at the stake among the aborigines" " and white border ruffans.
 So it was with heavy heart and luggage in keeping Lawyer Smythe set out for bar barous America to confer with Lord Stan leys Yankee relatives But he first pur- chased elephant rife and a brace of heavy revolvers. The lawyer had written to the judge. and hard upon the heels of his letter he had come.
 e had better keep my pistols and ele- phant rife at hand he said to himself for in a day shall be the veldt or in the junges of Virginia"
 In such state of mind he had arrived at the little ra 'lro:d station of Fairfax in the dusk of the Gav in which the judge and the colonel had encountered the gypsies The evening that preceded the night when it decreed a child would be born to the proud master of Stanley hall. and also child in a gypsy tent in the woods nearby.
 All the barrister saw when he alighted from the slow local train was shanhl!ng negro with a private pouch attached to a strap over his ragged shoulder.
 Lawyer Smythe looked up and down the platform, expecting to see cowboys or prairie wagon some sort Of backwoods person to greet him or vehicle to convey him to Judge stanley's ranch. He finally summoned up courage to inquire of the station agent-postmasteI as that individ- ual locking up for the night.
 Judge Stanley?" repeated the station agent. Why. his nigger, zeke, just got the judges mail and has gone. The judge couldn't have been expecting anybody, he would have sent his carriage. But mebbe Zeke will tell him he you, and you will be for You had better walt right here"
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 In the somber living room that part law office and chambers or Judge Stanley. the heavily black walnut bookcases looked upon the judge and his equally stern visaged spouse. The early Virginia supper over. and the judge and his wife were awaiting the evening mail on the last train down from Richmond.
 In few minutes Zeke the colored handy of the household, drove up on his horse and alghted and entered with the judges mailbag. From the usual core spondence on legal and oC-ler matters the judge was expecting he eagerly separated a large. formally addressed envelope bear ing English stamps
 The judge opened it. glanced at 1t hur- riedly. and handed it to his wife. Ut Is from the eerl's lawyer. Marmaduke Smythe. you see. He says he may arrive al aoout the same time this letter reaches Why doesn't the fool telegraph if he has reached New York? It would be just like an Eng fish lawyer come by the same train that bears his letter" He turned to the slouchy  of further orders. Did you a strange man get off the train-looked like an un- dertaker-all English lawyers do?" he asked the negro.
 Yes. suh. strange gemman did get of de train" replied the negro. but he didn't say muffin to me. and didn't say muffin to him"
 You black scoundrel"' roared the judge. That gentleman has all the way from England to see me important Cat apd d1e the black mare. I will go to the station for him myself"
 At Stanley hap. in the old colonial bed room of the mistress of the house. the col ored nurse. Lucy. mTnisterng to her flower faced mistress. while Col. Stanley stood by solicitously confirming the old coIored mammy's words with affirmative mods
 The coloners wife smiled faintly and turned the affectionate hand pat of the faithful old nurse and lifted ner fair face as the coloned bent over to kiss it. The old softly hustled to the door and ad- mitted pr. Lee, who. in his kindly mellow voice reassuring those present, and particularly his fair, frail patient that all would be well.
 Tn the copse of wood hardly farther than a stones throw from the mansion. night was falling darkly with the mutterings of approaching storm Over a smolderng fire crouched Matt Harding. the gypsy. pufrng at his short black pipe. A cry of pain from the weather stained tent nearby reused the man. and he arose and suddenly walked over and entered the shabby shel- ter.
 In a few moments he emerged and hur- red rapidly to Stanley hall.
 You can't nobody in this house. Mir. Man" said the negro butler somewhat grufly when Matt Harding had stated his errand."
 But I tell you Col Stanley promised me his doctor would be here tonight and that he would attend my wife. She needs the doctor now"
 "De coloners allus doin dam foolish kindnesses fo' poo white trash" grum- bled the darl1y he shut the door on the strange caller and went reluctantly to bear his message
 her indi gnation In suppressed whispers when Ned came with word of the caller for the doctor at the chamber door. But the good old physician positive that no harm would come from his absence for an hour SO and hastened away on his rand of mercy to the woman of the hedges.
 In the copse of wood the pattering night rain fell upon the gypsy tent. But unmind- fuI of the storm needing the lightning flashes that lit up the gloomy scene Matt Harding crouched by the fire smoking and ruminating what he deemed his unlucky situation. with the stosf< inside his tent and the wolf of poverty lurking at its door.
 The storm passed quickly it had come. and the moon shone out refulgently. The flap of the tent opened and the bulky. form of the good doctor seen in the moonlight.
 ." Matt Harding" said Dr. Lee, impress sively. "the storm has passed with the miracle of birth. and you may say. as was said of old: Unto child is born, unto