Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1915-10-15

n06vous 10 8lL IQeC murderer. Id cut
his heart outen his body"
Il tole ye," quietly commented
Brother Anse, tibet Their instincts in
ther blood. Anse Havey went down
ter Frankfort an set in Their legislator
but he come back Their same man
thet went down. Somethin' called
him. Somethin' calls ter every noun
tain man thet goes away, an he bark
ems ter ther call"
"Anse come back" repeated Dawn
triumphantly. "An' Anse is hyar. Eff
Jeb sets thar an don't do nothin', 1
reckon Anse Havey wont hardly let
hit go by without dom nothin'. Thank
heaven, thar's some men left in Their
hills like Anse Havey-but ef Jeb don't
do nothin' I'll do hit myself"
Again Juanita shuddered, but it was
not the time for argument, and so she
went on, bitterly accusing Havey in
her heart for his wizard hold on these
peoples hold which melted them to
bloodshed as the fanatical priests of
the desert urge on their wild tribes
men.
She did not know that Bad Anse Ha-
vey went every few days over to the
desolated cabin and often persuaded
the boy to ride home with him and
spend part Of the time in his larger
brick house. She did not know that
Bad Anse was coming nearer to lying
than he had ever before come in with
holding his strong suspicious from the
boy because Of his unwillingness to
incite another tragedy.
SO when one day a McBriar bench,
man by the name of Luke Thixton had
left the mountains and gone west, Anse
hoped that this man would stay away
for long while, and herefrained from
mentioning to teb that now, when
the bird had flown, he knew definitely
Of his guilt.
While Dawn, under the guidance Of
her preceptress, was making the &C.
quaintance of new and sweeter life.
whose influences fed her imagination
and fired her quick ambition, ner
brother was more solemnly being
nodded by the Havey chief.
The water.mill Of old Bob McGreegor
was the nearest spot to the dwelling OF
Bad Anse Havey where grist could be
ground to meal, and sometimes wnen
Jeb came over to the brick house he
would volunteer to throw upon his
shoulders the sack of corn and plod
with it up across the ridges. He would
sit there in the dusty old mill while
the slow wheel groaned and creaked
and the cumbersome millstones did
their slow stint Of work.
So, one day toward the end of -
gust. Juanita, who had climbed up ens
path to the poplar TO look over nel
battlefield and renew ner vows, saw
job sturdily plodding his way in long.
resolute strides through the woods
toward the mill, q heavy sack upon his
shoulders and . rife swinging at his
side.
That day chance had 1t that no one
else had come to mill and Bob Nc
0reegor had persuaded the boy to
drink from the "leetle blue kag" until
his mind WAS ripe for mischief. While
the mill slowly ground out his meal
Job McNash sat on q pile Of rubbish
In the gloomy shack, nursing his
knees in interlocked fingers. Old Bob
drank and stormed ana cursed the in
ertia Of the present generation. The
lads lean fingers tautened and gripped
themselves more tensely and his eyes
began to smolder and blaze with .
wicked light % he listened.
eye !ccks lis-e right atand.up sort
Of = boy. Jeb," growled the old fire.
eater who had set more than a few
couples at each others throats AN
/ reckon hits all right, too. fer fell
Ter ter bide his time, but hit pears ter
me Ike Their men Of these days don't
do nothin' but bide thar time"
Il won't bide mine no longer than
what l has ter" snapped the boy.
"Anse lows ter tell me when he finds
out who hit war tibet got my pap.
Thet's all needs ter know"
Old Bob shook his head knowingly
and laughed in his tangled beard.
Il reckon Anse Haveyll take his lei
sure. He's got other fish to fry. He's
a.thinkin' bout bigger things than yore
grievance. SON."
The boy rose, and his voice came
very quietly and ominously from sud
denly whitened lips. What does ye
mean BY thet, Uncle Bob7"
'Mebby I don't mean nothin' much.
Then ergin mebby could give 70
pretty good idee who kilt yore pap.
Mebby I could tell ye bout feller-
. Teller tibet hain't fur removed from
Old Milt hisself-thet went snoopin'
crost Their ridge thor same day yore
pap died with rifle-gun 'crost his
elbow and his pockets strutty with
who war he?" came the tense de-
mand with the sudden snap Of rifle
dre. who war thet feller?" i
Old Bob filled and lighted his pipe |
With fingers that had grown. unsteady
from the ministratieny Of the 'leetle.
blue ksg." He laughed again in
fashion.
''Ef Bad Anse Havey don't low tor
tell ye, son." he artfully demurred. Il
reckon hit wouldn't hardly be becomin'
fer me ter name his name"
The boy picked up his battered hat.
GIVE me my grist," he said shortly.
He stood by. breathing heavily but
silently while the sack was being tied,
then, putting it down by the door, he
wheeled and faced the older man.
Now ye're a-goins ter tell me what
| needs ter know" he said quietly. cor
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