The St. Charles herald. [volume] (Hahnville, La.) 1873-1993, 1918-01-12

intentions must remain In doubt and
probably Penrod himself was not GER
tain of them; but one thing comes to
the surface as entirely deGnite-that
trigger was not so ha-1 10 pull as Sam
said it was.
Bang, Wh-a-a-ack. A SCATTERING re-
port split the air of the stable, and
there was an oritice OF remarkable d.
ameter In the alley door. With these
phenomena, three yells, expressing e1-
element OF different kinds, were al
most sinultaneous-two from within
the stable and the third from a point
in the alley about eleven inches lower
than the Oriice just constructed In
the planking of the door. This third
point, roughly speaking. was the open
mouth Of gayly dressed young color
ed man whose attention, us he strolled,
had been thus violently distracted from
some mental computations he was
making in numbers, including. particu-
larry, those symbols Of ecstasy or woe,
as the case might be, seven and eleven.
His eye at once perceived the orifice
ON line enervatingly little above the
top of his head; and, although he had
not supposed himself so well known in
this neighborhood, he was aware that
he did, here and there, possess ac-
Quaintances of whom some such un-
complimentary action might be expect
ed as natural and characteristic. His
immediate procedure was to PROSTATE
| hiynsalf Hof tho prOnn6 AGAINST
the stable doors.
In so doing, his shoulders came
brusquely In contact with one Of them,
which happened to be unfastened, and
| it swung open, revealing to his gaze
two stark-white white boys, one OF
| them holding an enormous pistol ana
both staring at him in stupor of ultt-
mate horror. For, TO the CLASSY eyes
Of Penrod and Sam, the stratagem or
the young colored man, thus dropping
to earth, disclosed, with awful certain
ty, slaughtered body. Is
This dreadful thing raised itself up
on its elbows and locked at them, and
there followed motionless moment
tableau of brief duration, for both
boys turned and would have fled,
shrieking, but the body spoke: 4
cats nice business :" it said re-
proachfully. mice business! Tryin'
blow mans head off"
Penrod was unable to speak, but
Sam managed to summon the tremu-
| lous semblance of a voice.
"Where-where did it hit you?" he
gasped.
"Nemmine anything bout where 1t
hit me-" the young colored man return
ed, busting his breast ana knees as he
| rose. II want to know what kline O.
white boys you think you is-man
| can't walk long street 'thOut you blow
in his head off," He entered the sta
Bile and, with an indignation surely
justified, took the pistol from the limp,
cold hand of Penrod. Whose gun you
playin' with? Where you git at gun7"
"It's ours" quavered Sam. ut be-
longs to u.s.
"Then you pa ought to be rested
said the young colored man. "Lettin'
boys play with gunw He examined
the revolver with an interest in which
there began to appear symptoms of
pleasurable appreciation. my goo'-
ness, Gun like 'iss blow a team o.
steers thew brick house! Look at at
gum With his right hand he twirled
it in manner most dexterous and sur
prising; then suddenly he became Sc
we're. You white boy, listen me!' he
said. EFF l went an did what ought
to did, I'd march straight out 'iss sta
BILE, git policeman, an tell him rest
you an take you off to Jail. ATS what
you need-blOwin' mans head off
Listen me: I'm goin' take 'iss gun an
th'oW her away where you can't do no
mo- harm with her. I'm goin' take her
way off in the woods an th'ow her
away where can't nobody fine her an
go blowin' mans head off with her.
ATS what I'm goin' dol" And placing
the revolver inside his coat as incon-
spicuously as possible, he proceeded to
the open door and into the alley, where
he turned for final word. II let you
off 'iss one time" he said, 'but listen
me-you listen, white boy: 70 bet not
tell you pa. aim goin' tell him, an
you ain goin' tell him. He want know
where gun gone, you tell him You los
her."
he disappeared rapidly.
Sam Williams, swallowing continu.
ously, presently walked to the alley
door, and remarked In a weak voice.
I'm sick at my stummick." He paused.
then added more decidedly: I'm goin'
home. I guess I've stood about enough
around here for one day." And be-
slowing last glance upon his friend,
who was now sitting dumbly upon the
floor In the exact spot where he had
stood to fire the dreadful shot, Sam
moved slowly away.
The early shades Of autumn evening
were. falling when Penrod emerged
from the stable; and a better light
might have disclosed to a shrewd eve
some indications that here was bow
who had been extremely, If temporar-
lily, Ill. He went to the cistern. and.
after cautions Olanco yo,r.a A.