The Knoxville independent. [volume] (Knoxville, Tenn.) 1894-current, 1919-08-23
Copyright by Irving Bachellerl

CHAPTER XV-continued.
f, Is
-sWhere We goin'?"
Sup to the Van Heusen place."
"Where do We hall from?"
"Cobleskill."
"On business for Judge Westbrook?
EYES,"
'Writs to serve"
"Yes," l answered with no thought
of my imprudence
"Say, young man, by hockey nettie
advise you to turn right around and
go back"
"Why?"
"'Cause if We try to serve any writs
ye'll git into trouble"
'TThat's interesting" answered. II
am not seeking quarrel, but I do
want to see how the people feel about
the payment of their rents"
"Say mister, look down into that val
ley there" the stranger began. "See
all them houses-iney're the little
houses o. the poor. See how smooth
the land is? Who built them houses?
Who cleaned that land? Was it Mr..
Livingstone By hockey nettie! I guess
not. TIE men who live there built the
houses an cleaned the land. We amt
got nothin' else-not a dollar It's all
gone to the landlord. I am for the
men who made every rod O. that land
an who own not a single rod of 1t.
Years an years ago king gave It to
a man who never cut one tree or laid
one stone on another. The deeds say
that we must pay a rent o. so many
bushels O. wheat year but the land Is
nc good for wheat, an amt been for
hdndred years. Why, We see, mis-
ter, good many things have happened
In three hundred years. The land was
wtllin' to give wheat then an q good
many folks was willin' to be slaves. By
hockey nettie they had got used to it.
Kings an magistrates an slavery
didn't look so bad to 'em as they do
now. Our brains have changed-that's
what's the matter-same as the soil
has changed. We want to be free like
other folks in this country. America
has growed up around US but here we
are Twin back in old Holland three
hundred years ago. 1t don't set good.
We see lots o. people that don't have
to be slaves. They own their land an
they amt worked any harder than we
have or been any more savin'. That's
Vx~hU 7 50 wv anY1tf tIo
more an ye mustn't try to make us.
BY hockey nettie! You'll have trouble
If We do"
{ The truth had flashed upon me out
Of the words of this simple man. I'm
Til then had heard only one side of
the case. If I were to be the servant
Of justice. as Mr.. Wright had advised,
what was I to do? These tenants had
been Grimshawed and were being
GrimShawed out of the just fruits Of
their toll by the feudal chief whose
remote ancestor had been q kings IA
yOrlte. For half a moment I watched
the wavering needle of my compass
and then:
II NAAlL yOu say lIuC i hAluh you
are right" I said.
II don't agree with you," said young
Latour. "The PATRONS have a clear
title to this land. If the tenants don't
want to pay the rents they ought to
get out and make way for Others"
look here, young man, my name is
Josiah Curtis" said the stranger. II
live in the first house on the right
hand side o. the road. You may tell
the judge that l won't pay rent no
nIore--not as long as live-and
won't git ont, either"
''Mr. Latour, you and Purvis may go
on slowly-Ill overtake you soon,"
said.
They went on and left me alone with
Curtis. He was getting excited and
wished to allay his fears.
'Don't let him try to serve no writs
or therell be hell to pay in this val
ley" said Curtis.
''In that case shall not try to serve
the writs. I don't want to stir up the
neighborhood, but want to know the
facts. / shall try to see other tenants
and report what they say. 1t may lead
TO settlement"
We went on together to the top of
the hill near which we had been stand
ing. Far ahead / saw cloud of dust
but no signs of Latour and ParVis.
TEey must have spurred their horses
into run. The fear came to me that
Latour would try to serve the writs in
spite of me. They were in his pocket.
What fool had been not to call for
them. My companion saw the look Of
concern in my face.
Il don't like that young feller," said
Curtis. "He's in fer trouble"
He ran toward his house, which was
only few rods beyond us, while /
started on in pursuit of the two men
at top speed. Before my horse had
taken dozen jumps ! heard horn
blowing behind me and it's echo in the
hills. Within n half moment a dozen
horns were sounding in the valleys
around me. What contrast to the
quiet in which we had been riding was
this pandemonium which had broken
loose In the countryside. A little ahead
could see men running out of the
sieids. MY horse had begun to lather.