The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1919-04-17
CHAPTER VIII-Continued.

There comes Colonel Hand" said
Mrs. Hacket as she looked out Of the
window. "The poor lonely Whig! He
Aas nothing to do these days but sit
around the tavern"
Colonel Hand was surly-iooking
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 majestic movement Of his hand.
'.The sor O. that old Bucktail. Ben
Grimshaw. has been arrested and
Brought to jail for murder"
.For murder?" 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 ngo. Things have come to a
pretty pass in this country, I should
say. Talk about law and order; we
don't know what 1t means here and
why should we? The, party in power
has fattened upon bribery and corrup-
tion. Do you think that the son O.
Ben Grimshaw will receive punish
ment even If he is proved guilty? Not
mt 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
Snapdragon! If man were to be
slain by a bear back I'm 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 I hadn't thought O. that. Had
you, Mary?"
mo" the girl answered.
1--WE must be letting Mike 60 ahead
of us always" said her father. "You
saw the crime, believe" turning to
me.
told them all knew of II.
"Upon my word, like you, my
brave lad" said the schoolmaster. ~
heard Of all this and decided that you
would be help to Michael Henry and
creditable student. Come, let us
20 and pay our compliments to the
senator"
The schoolmnster and went ovei
to Mr.. Wright's house-a white, frame
budding which had often been pointed
out to me.
Mrs. Wright, fine-looking lady who
met us at the door, said that the sen
at0r had gone over to the mill with his
wheelbarrow.
"We've plenty of time and we'll wait
for him." said the schoolmnster.
II see hIm!" said little John as III
and Ruth ran to the gate and dowr
the rough plank walk to meet him.
We saw him coming little way
down the street in his shirt-sleeves
with his barrow In front of him. HI
stopped and lifted little John in hi'
arms, and after a mopent put hin
down and embraced Ruth.
"Well. see ye still love the tende
embrace o. the wheelbarrow," said MI
Hacket as we approached the senator
''Afy embrace is the tenderer OF tn
two" the latter laughed with q lool
at his hands.
He recognized me and seized M
two hands and shook them as he said
upon my word. here Is my frien'
Bart. was not looking for you here.
He put his hand on my head, nov
higher than his shoulder, and said
II was not looking for you here"
He asked about my aunt and uncl
and expressed Joy at learning that
was now under Mr.. Hacket.
n shail he hero for number y
vsekA~ he said. sand I shal want .