The Yale expositor., 1919-02-27
CHAPTER VIII-continued.

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"There comes Colonel Hand" said
Mrs. Hacket as she looked out of the
window. 'The poor lonely Whigi He
has nothing to do these days but sit
around the tavern"
Colonel Hand was a surly-looking
man beyond middle age, with large
eyes that showed signs Of dissipation.
He had small, dark tuft beneath his
lower lip and thin, black, untidy hair.
"What do We think has happened"
he asked as he looked down upon us
with a majestic movement of his hand.
"The son o. that old Bucktail, Ben
Grimshaw, has been arrested and
brought to jail for murder"
-For murderT" asked Mr.. and Mrs.
Hacket in one breath.
''For bloody murder, sir" the colonel
went on. at was the shooting of that
man in the town o. Ballybeen a few
weeks ago. Things have come to a
pretty pass in this country, l should
say. Talk about law and order; we
don't know what it means here and
why should we? The party in power
is ayowedly opposed to it-yes, sir. II
has fattened upon bribery and corrup-
ton. Do you think that the son O.
Ben Grimshaw will receive punish
ment even If he is proved guilty? Not
at all. He will be protected-you mark
my words"
He bowed and left US. When the
door had closed behind him Mr.. Hacket
said:
Another victim horned by the
Snapdragoni If a man were to be
slain by a bear back in the woods
Colonel Hand would look for guilt in
the opposition party. Michael Henry,
whatever the truth may be regarding
the poor boy in Jail, we are in no way
responsible. Away with sadness
What is that?"
Mr.. Hacket inclined his ear and then
added: michael Henry says that he
may be innocent and that we had bet
ter go and see If we can help him.
Now l hadn't thought o. that. Had
you, Mary?"
"No," the girl answered.
"We must be letting Mike go ahead
of us always" said her father. "You
saw the crime, 1 believe" turning to
me.
told them all I knew of IL.
upon my, word, I like you, my
brave lad" said the schoolmaster. 81
heard Of all this and decided that you
would be help to Michael Henry and
a creditable student. Come, let us
go and ray our compliments to the
senator"
The sChoolmaster and I went over
to Mr.. Wright's house-a white, frame
building which had often been pointed
out to me.
Mrs. Wright, fine-looking lady who
met us at the door, said that the SEN
ator had gone over to the mill with his
wheelbarrow.
We've plenty of time and Wen wait
for him." said the schoolmaster.
II sec himI" said little John as he
and RUN ran to the gate and down
the rough plank walk to meet him.
We sdw him coming a little way
down tie street In his shirt-sleeves
with his barrow In front of him. he
stopped and lifted little John In his
arms. and after a moment put him
down and embraced Ruth.
swell, see We still love the tender
embrace o. the wheelbarrow," said Mr..
Hacket as we approached the senator.
my embrace is the tenderer of the
two" the latter laughed with a look
at his hands.
He recognized me and seized my
two hands and shook them as he said:
"Upon my word, here is my friend
Bart. was not looking for you here"
He put his hand on my head, now
higher than his shoulder, and said:
II was not looking for you here"
He asked about my aunt and uncle
end expressed Joy Mt learning that
was now under Mr.. Racket.
Il shall be here for a number of
weeks" he said. "and shall want to