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am thinking of Offering a reward
for any information that will lead
to the discovery OF my anonymous
he at length OBJ
served with a finely casual air, as
II the idea had Just occurred to him,
and had not. been seething in his
brain q i day. :
There you 60, Price" began
Mahaffy.
Solomon, this is no time for me
to hang back. / shall offer . re-
ward Of i've thousand dollars for
this information" The judges
tone was resolute. Eyes, sir. l shall
make the figure commensurate with
the poignant grief l feel. He was
my friend and client"
The next morning it was discOv-
cred that sometime during the night
the Judge had tackled his anony-
nous communication on the court
house door; just below it was an
other sheet Of paper covered with
bold script:
ITO Whom 1t May Concern:
Judge Slocum Price assumes
that the above was intended for him
since he found it under his office
door on the morning OF the twenty
9th inst.
Judge Price begs leave to state
1t as his unqualified conviction that
the writer is coward and q cur
and offers reward of five thousand
dollars for any information that viii
lead to his Identification"
Tom Ware was seated alone ovel
his breakfast. He had left his bee
as the pale morning light, crep
across the great fields that wer,
alike his pride and his despair
what was the use of trying to slee]
when sleep was an impossibility
He was about to quit the tabl
when big Steve entered the room
to say there was a white fellow a
the door.
Fetch him along in here" sal
! Ware.
The white fellow delivered a pen
ciled note from Murrell. When h
was gone, the planter ordered hi
horse. s.a
AS Ware rode away from Bell
Plain he cursed Murrell under hi
breath. His own inclination To
ward evil was never robust; h
could have connived over a lon
period of years to despoil Betty G
her property, but murder and ali
duction was quite another thing.
/ Three miles from. Belle Plain b
! entered q bride path that led te
ward the river. A growth of sma
timber was standing along the wa
| ter's edge, but as he drew .neare.
those betterments which the res
dent Of that lonely spot had seen
to make for his own convenience,
came under his scrutiny; these cor
sisted Of a log cabin and severe
lesser sheds.
! Landing, he advanced toward til
cabin. As he did SO he saw tw
women at work reckling flax unde
an open she'd. They were the viii
and daughter Of George Hicks, hi
0verseer's brother.
Morning, Mrs. Hicks" he sal,
addressing himself to the mother,
hulkfng ruffian Of q woman. IAN,
| body with hercaptain?"
Colonel Fentress is"
"Humph!r muttered Ware. q
moved to the door Of the cabin an
entered the room where Murre
and Fentress were seated facin
each other across the breakfa.
table.
well, what the devil do you wal
Of me, anyhow demanded th
planter.
'How's your sister. Tom!" fl
qufred Murrell.
! Il reckon she's the way you
expect her to be-" Ware droppe
his voice to whisper.
JOHN, you'll ruin yourself vii
your damned crazy infatu1tton!"
was Fentress who spoke.
mo, l won't, colonel, but I'm n,
| going to discuss that. All I want
for Tom to TO 60 to Memphis an
stay there for q couple of day
When he comes back Belle Plai
and its niggers will be Is good q
his. ! am going to take the gi
away from there tonight. Ho
soon can YOU get away from her
TomT he asked abruptly.
| by God. ! can't go, too soon!
cried the planter, staggering to b
feet. He gave Fentrcss q hopele!
beaten look. You're. my witnel
that ilrst and last I've no part
thisi"
sThe colonel shrugged his shou
lders. Murrell reached out d har
and rested It on Wares arm.
Keep your wits, Tom. and Wit
In . week people will have forgo
ten MI shout Norton and your 81
ter. ! am going to give them som
thing else to worry over"
h Ware went from the cabin
L0ok h6re. xoW About the boy.