The Waterbury Democrat., 1940-06-11

law suit"
 "well?"
 'When he was dead, wc.:ld not Steve Hogg's case StiH hold in court?"
 Tt would"
 Rossy made to rise. 'Thankee, Uncle Jesse. I think, I got what I wanted to know"
 Come and see me when ye air home again, Rossy.'
 Thanks, I will, Judge" Rossy went out and stood in the night. He hadn't known there was sweat on his face until the cold wind touched his brow. It came to him with terrific completeness that his father had really transferred the property to protect himself, knowing by that dodge he could outplay the grasping Tollivers. They would gnash their teeth in defeat and take a reasonable settlement. Later, Rossy's father planned to take back the land. That had all been worked out between him and the Hoggs, at that time close to the family.
 But no one could forsee the events of the Fourth of July, and after that. all Steve would have to do was make his claim and pos- sess the property.
 That's what he's done! Now he thinks because I'm in college I'm going to learn too much, get too smart, and he has to timber of the stuff and sell 1t to clean up while he can. Afterward, in case I got 1t back, would could I do bout 1t, anyhow? The dirty scoundrell The low-down thief"
 He moved off swiftly again, and when back up the mountain, he came to the place where, after the game that day, he had knelt in the bushes, prayed as he had seen hill preachers pray, and told God he was going to kill the man who did this to his father.
 He stopped there at the spot, and a sense of strangeness pos- sessed him. He seemed to be alone, but there was the ghost of his father.
 DO I have to kill man, after all? Not ary Tolliver, but one of my own kin-Steve Hogg? Looks to me like I'm looking for the wrong eye and tooth. Not in the head of my enemy, but in my kinfolks!"
 Abrutply he started away, not toward home, but toward the cabin where Steve Hogg lived.
 Rossy had not gone far before he was stopped by the sound of voices somewhere down the path from him. He knew Han nah's very well. It was one of those penetrating voices that carry long way, and when pitched in anger go even farther. The other voice was lower, 6 mans. It took Rossy some while to conclude 1t was Steve Hogg's. Moving closer, L1S PduScQ dIlU ll6ISIlcQ.
 well, all I got. to say, Steve, 1t you'd better look out for Rossy McAfeel The first thing you know he's going to find something, and then it's going to be trouble"
 "Yes, and you'd better be look ing out for him, tool How come you got to go back to Lincoln? Whats the idea in all that, any, how?"
 T aim to get me an education or bust"
 And iddication! And whatu you do after you get one, in case you don't bust flrst?"
 well, one thing certain, won't marry you then. Steve!'
 "Yes, and another thing certain if you got wit enough to get a college education, which I doubt, I wouldn't have you on 6 Christ mas tree. Me, my wife's got to be ignorant"
 Tt would take that kind to be fool enough to marry youl"
 The two passed, while Rossy withdrew in the bushes, watching. So, after all, Hannah had been going to see Cousin Steve. It must have been important. The hunger for murder had gone out of him. But he did have to get back to as quickly as possible and see if he could get a lawyer to tend to this land matter. It was not clear in his mind what would have to be done. But Steve could not have his land. Steve could have Hannah, but nothing else.
 killing him won't help, either" Rossy thought, and went on to his home.
 A long time before day on Mon- day morning he was up, had break fast by lamplight, and rode through an icy dawn down the val- ley. The weekend had cheered him. He wanted to get back to col- lege.
 Yet, when he finally reached the
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