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THOUGHT HE KNEW THE SIG'.S
Afjed Darky Could See Nothing te
His PMenaer Except a Man
Instituting Lodfles.
Bob Hull, the champion story telV
tr of Savannah, had occasion lately
to tako a buslnens trip Into Interior
Georgia, lie took bis gol? clubs with
him, Intending to stop on his way for.
a match on the famous links al
Augusta.
Ho dropped off thu train ' at his
buslnefs destination a small town on
a branch road and carrying bis lug
fago climbed Into an ancient hacir
and bade the driver, who was an ol
negro man, take htm to tho local ho
tel. Tho negro eyed the queer-looking
yollow leather bag that bis passenger
enrrtod with the peculiar looking
slicks in It Hla curiosity got the
best of Mm finally.
"Bobs," ho began, "please, suh,
'sense mrj but mout I ax you a ques
tion?" "Oo ahead and ask," said Mr. Hull.
"AVhut kind of a lodgo is you Instl
tutln'7" Saturday Evening Post.
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Itis sr-n at the onrilng ff tha story Is
T'--1 Irs the library of an oM worn-out
vtbern planfaUon. known as the Hicr
c r, 'I l s-hiCQ Is to ba S"I1, ewid It
!:.iory and that of the owners, the
ViiMnar.la, Is the subject of dlncujslim. by
Jna(hftn Ornn-Hhaw, a' bualness man, a
;:rnnsrr known as in:i1en. ami Vl'b
fenc-y. a farmer. whnn Msnnltial Wayne
rvd. a mvafarlous' child of the old
-"U!hrn family. mskj Ms jmiwrnni'e.
1 anry tr1' how be adopted the boy, Na
thaniel !rr!a buys the iiarny, but lha
C!Hutarvl deny any knowiMtija the
Tanoy to v..ri Msnnlhul. t'rtptain
JV.-urren, a frlar,d of the Qulntartls, ap
yars anil asks qnwaUone nhout the Bar
t"rr. Trouble at foraton Hill, whan Han
rlf al kidnaped ty, Iava Blount, Op
lain Murreli't afffnt. Yani-y nvurtn.ka
lount, stv him a thrashing and aei'ur
tr.a boy. Yanc arpeara' tpfora R'iub"t
J.(.i.H3iii, and la (Jlsi liarirad with coeta for
the r.lnlniirr. Ueuy Xtalroy, a frlnd of
the Kerrlflpa, baa an encounter with Cnp
taJn Wt:rrll. who forca hla attenthna on
tr, and 1 rntiwd by Hr-ura- t umnitlun.
atty aola out for bor Tennnaaea hmna.
t:arH(rlnton tka th same elate, ancy
and iiannlbal disappear, witb Murrxll on
thair trail.
CHAPTER VI. (Continued.)
In the tavern the three men were
drinking Murrell with the Idea that
the more Yancy came tinder the In
fluence of Blosson'a corn whisky the
sler bis speculation would be man
Aged. Ittt. Yancy on hla part believed
that if Murrell went to bed reason
b!y drunk he would Bleep late and
gtve him trie opportunity he coveted,
to quit the tavern unobserved at
break ot day.
' "When yo" get to feelln' like sleep,
young boss, Maa'r BloRson he says 1
how yo' to yo' chamber." It was
ploBBon's boy Eph.
"Yea, you can show me my cham
ber," Hannibal said.
Eph secured a tin candle-stick with
a half-burnt candle In. it and led the
way into the passage back ot the bar.
They mounted a flight of stairs and
paasod down a narrow ball. This
brought them to the back ot the
building, and Eph pushed open the
door on bis right.
"This bean's yo' chamber," he
aid, and preceding his companion In
to the room, placed the candle on a
chair.
The moon was rising and Hannibal
went to the open window and glanced
oat. For a moment he considered the
night, not unaffected by its. beauty.
then, turning from the window, he
moved his bundle and rlfla to the
toot of the bed, where they would be
out of bis way, kicked oft his trousers,
blew out the candle and lay down.
Yancy had become nore and more
oonvlnced as the evening passed that
Murrell was bent on getting him
drunk, and suspicion mounted darkly
to his brain.
-Have a drink with me!" cried Slos-
ou, giving way to drunken laughter.
"The captain's dropped out, and I
low it's about time to' these here
festivities to come to an end. I'm
thinking some of going to bed my-
elf," said Yancy. He kept his' eyes
.fixed on Murrell. He realized that'. If
the latter could prevent it he was
not to leave the bar. He never shin
-d Ms glanoe from Murrell's face
Scowllng now, the captain s eyes
"blazed back their challenge as" he
-thrust his right hand under his coat.
"Fair play I don't know who you
are, but I know what you wentJ" said
Taney, the light in his frank gray
eyes deepening. Murrell laughed and
took forward step. At the same mo
ment Slosson snatched up .a heavy
club from the back of the "bar and
dealt Yancy a murderous blow. A
ulngle startled cry escaped the
Scratch Hlller; be struck out wildly
aa he lurched toward Murrell, who
drew his knife and drove it into his
shoulder. Yancy dropped heavily to
the door.
How long the boy slept he never
knew, but he awoke with a start and
ia confused sense of things. It was
-evidently very late, probably long
after midnight but where was his
-Uncle Bob?
tie sank back on his pillow Intent
' and listening. A chilling terror that
gripped him fast and would not let
him go, mounted to his brain.
Where was hid Uncle BobT Why
didn't he come to bed? Memories of
'idle tales of men foully dealt with In
-these lonely taverns flashed through
Ms mind.
He slid from the bed, and for a
long moment stood oold and shaking,
hi every sense on the alert. With
Infinite caution he a A into his trous
ers and again paubWl to listen, since
he feared his least movement might
betray him. Next he secured &ls
pack, and was ready for flight.
Encumbered by his belongings, but
with no mind to sacrifice them, he
stepped out upon the shed and made
bla way down the slant of the roof to
the eaves. He tossed bis bundle to
Ihe ground and going down on bis
knaes lowered lis - rifle, letting the
ruuMla fall llgntly agitlnst the side ot
the sbed as it left bla band, then he
lay flat on his stomach and, feet first,
wriggled out into space. When be
could no longer preserve hla balance,
be gave tUnaeU a shove away fiom
(he eaves Jid droppd clear of the
'Jbiilldin
As he recovered himself be was
sure be beard a door opn and closo,
and threw blniRelf pror.o on the
ground, where the blnck shadow cast
by the tavern hid him. At the same
moment two dark figures came from
about a corner of the building. He
could Just distinguish that they car
ried some heavy burden between them
and that they staggered as they
moved.
They passed out of sitfht, and
breathless and palsied, Hannibal crept
about a corner of the tavern. He
mur-t be sure!
Presently he heard a distant sound
a splash surely it was a splash
A little later the men came up the
lane, to .disappear In the direction ot
the tavern. Hannibal peered after
them. His very terrors, while they
wrenched and tortured him, gave him
a desperate kind of courage. As the
gloom hid the two men, he started
forward again. He reached the end
of the cornfield, climbed a fence, and
entered a deadening of timber. In
the long wet grass be found where
the men had dragged their burden.
He reached down and swept his hand
to and fro once twlce the third
time his little palm came away red
and discolored.
There was the first pale premoni
tion of dawn in the sky, and as he
hurried on the light grew, and the
blnck trunks of trees detached them
selves from the white mist that tilled
the woods and which the dawn made
visible. There was light enough for
him to see that he was following the
trail left by the men. He emerged
upon the bank of the Elk river, white
like the woods with its ghostly night
sweat.
The dull beat of Cbe child's heart
quickened as ho gazed out on' the
swift current that was hurrying on
with its dreadful secret. Then the
full comprehension of his loss seemed
to overwhelm him and he was utterly
desolate. Sobs shook him, and he
dropped on his knees, holding fast to
the stock of his rifle.
"Undo Bob Uncle Bob, come
back! Can't you come back!" be
walled miserably. Presently be stag
gered to his feet. As he glanced
about, he saw almost at his feet a
dug-out, made from a single poplar
log. It was secured to an overhang
ing branch by a length of a wild
grape-vine. With one lasi fearful look
off across the deadening In the direc
tion of the tavern, he crept down to
the water's edge and entered the
canoe. In a moment, he had it free
from its lashing and the rudo craft
was bumping along the bank In spite
of his best efforts with the paddle.
Then a favoring current caught it and
swept it out toward the center of the
stream.
CHAPTER. VII.
On the River.
Betty stood uWer a dripping nm
brella In the midst of a downpour.
Just arrived by the four-horse coach
Presently He Heard a
that plied regularly between Wash
ington and Georgetown, she had
found the long board platform beside
the cannl crowded with her fetlow
rapsengers. Suddenly she became
aware of a tall, familiar figure mov
ing through the crowd. It was Bruce
Carrlngton. At the same moment he
saw her, and with a casual air that
quite deceived her, approached.
"You're leaving tonight?" he asked.
"Yes Isn't It miserable the way it
rains? And why are they so slow
why don't they hurry with that boatT"
"It's In the last lock now," ex
plained Carrlngton, and gathering up
Betty's hand luggage, he helped her
aboard.
By the time they had reached
Wheeling, Betty had quite parted with
whatever superficial prejudice she
might have had concerning river-men.
This particular one was evidently a
very nice river-man, an exception to
his kind. He made choice of the
steamer on which Bhe should continue
her Journey, and thoughtfully chose
The Naiad a slow boat.
"I haven't a thing to offer her this
is plain madness of mine!" be kept
telling himself, and then the expres
sion of bis face would become grim
and determined. No more of the river
for him he'd get hold of some land
and go to raising cotton; that was the
way money was made.
Slow as The Naiad was, the days
passed much too swiftly for him.
When Memphis was reached, their
friendly intercourse would come to an
end. There would be her brother, of
whom she had occasionally spoken
he would be pretty certain to have
the ideas of his class.
The days, like any other days, dwin
dled. The end ot It all was close at
hand. Another twenty-four hours
and Carrlngton reflected there would
only be good-by to say.
"We will reach New Madrid to
night," be told her. They were
watching the river, under a flood of
yellow moonlight.
Carrlngton, with his back against a
stanchion, watched her discontented
ly. "You'll be mighty glad to have this
over with. Miss Malroy '"he seld at
length, with a comprehensive sweep
toward.-the river.
"Yes shan't you?" and she opened
her eyes questlonlngly.
"No," said Carrlngton with a short
laugh, drawing a chair near hers and
Bitting down.
Betty, In surprise, gave him a quirk
look, and then as quickly glanced
away from what she encountered In
his eyes. As sho looked, suddenly
pale .points of light appeared on a dis
tant headland.
"Is that New Madrid Oh, Is It, Mr.
Carrlngton?" she cried eagerly.
"I reckon so," but he did not alter
his position.
"But you're not looking!"
"Yes, I am I'm looking at you. 1
reckon you'll think me crazy, Miss
Malroy presumptuous and all that
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but I wish Memphlu could be wiped
off the map, and that we could go ca
like thlB for ever!"
"You mustn't talk so I am nothing
to you "
"Yes, you are. You're everyUilng
to me," said Carrlngton doggedly.
"You shall love mo " She was pow
erless In his embrace. She felt hla
breath on her cheek, then he klssod
her. Suddenly his arms fell at bis
side; his face was white. "I was a
brute to do that Betty, forgive met
I am sorry no, I can't be sorry!"
They were alongside the New Mad
rid wharf now, and a certain young
man who bad been impatiently watch
ing The Naiad's lights ever since they
became visible crossed the gang-plank
with a bound.
"Hetty wby in the name of good
ness did you ever choose this tubT"
said the new-comer.
"Charley!"
Carrlngton stepped back. This
must be the brother who had come up
the river from Memphis to meet her
but her brother's name was Tom!
He looked this stranger this Charley
over with a hostile eye, offended by
his good looks, his confident manner,
In which he thought he detected an
air of ownership, as If certainly be
was holding her hands longer than
was necessary. An instant later, when
Betty, remembering, turned to speak
to him, his place by the rail was de
sorted. see
All that day Hannibal was haunted
by the memory of what he had heard
and seen at Slosson's tavern. More
than this, there was his terrible sense
ot loss, and the grief he could not
master. Marking the course of the
road westward, he clung to the woods,
where his movements were as stealthy
as the very shadows themselves.
Presently, as he stumbled forward,
he came to m small clearing in the
center of which stood a log dwelling.
The place seemed deserted.
Tilted back in a chair by the door
of this house a man was sleeping.
The hoot of an owl from a near-by
oak roused him. He yawned and
stretched himself, thrusting cut his
fat legs and extending his great
arms. Then becoming aware of that
path as he slept and now stood be
fore him In the uncertain light, he
fell to rubbing his eyes with the
small figure which had stolen up the
knuckles of his plump bands.
"Who are you?" ho demanded.
"I'm Hannibal Wayne Hazard,"
said the boy. The man quitted his
chair.
"Well I am glad to know you,
Hannibal Wayne Hazard. I am Hlo
cum Prlce Judge Slocum Price,
sometime major-general of militia and
ex-member of congress, to mention a
few of those honors my fellow coun
trymen have thrust upon me." He
made a sweeping gesture with his two
hands outspread and bowed ponder
ously. The boy saw a man of sixty, whose
gross and battered visage told its own
story. There was a sparse white
frost about his ears; and his eyeB,
pale blue and prominent, looked out
from under beetling brows. He wore
a shabby plum-colored coat and tight,
drab breeches. About his fat ueck
was a black stock, with Just a sug
gestion of soiled linen showing above
It. His figure was corpulent and un
wieldy. "You don't belong in these parta.
do you?" asked the Judge, when he
had completed hla scrutiny.
"No, sir," answered the boy. He
glanced off down the road, where
lights were vlnlble among the trees.
"What town Is that?"
"Pleasantvllle which Is a lie but
I am neither sufficiently drunk nor
sufficiently sober to cope with the pos
sibilities your question offers. Have
you so much ta fifty cents about
you?" and the Judge's eyes narrowed
to a slit above their folds of puffy
flesh. Hannibal, keeping his glance
fixed on the man's face, fell back a
step. "I can't let you go If you are
penniless I can't do that!" cried the
Judge, with sudden vehemence. "You
shall be my guest for the night
They're a pack of thieves at the tav
ern," he lowered his voice. "I know
'em, for they've plucked me!" He
rested a fat hand on tbe boy's'
shoulder and drew him gently but
firmly Into the shanty. With flint and
steel he made a light, and presently
a candle was sputtering in his bands.
He fitted It into the neck of a tall
bottle, and as the light flared u&he
boy glanced about him.
The interior was mean enougti.
with Its rough walls, dirt Coor and
black, cavernous fireplace. A shake
down bod In one corner of the room
was tastefully screened from the pub
ltc gase by a tattered quilt
(TO 1?1 CONTINUED.)
Peculiar.
"One o" de mos' curlosesf things
about n fool," said Uncle Eben, "lr da
way he'll holler and git mad If you
don't lot him show off bl tiUr'i'orruna "
wAu
When John and E151 worn yotingor,
They liibored aide by aide:
Hill did his task with grumbling;
John wont at his with pride.
"What makes you hustle that wayr"
Hill oftentimes would mork,
"I work for what I'm fretting
Six dollars and alx o'clock."
Now, strantre to say or, rather.
It's what you might have gueasod
John owns tho plant and building.
Hut still he works his best.
And litli? Well, Hill still grumbles
When handling goods and stock;
"I work for what I'm getting
Six dollars and six o'clock."
The men who make successes
Are willing men, like John;
The others mnrk enrh clork-tick
At six o'clock they're gone.
And when John Is promoted
Their feellnRs get a shock.
But they cling to their motto:
"Six dollars and six o'clock."
Naming the Child.
Now, necessarily, when the new glri
baby arrived there was much discus
sion among the members of tho family
as to what her name should be.
"Wo will call bor Geraldlna," said
the fond mother.
"Why not call her 'Esmeralda'"?
asked the first grandmother. "I saw
that name In a story once, and alwayj
wanted to try it on a baby."
"Oh," murmured tho second grand
mother, "that would never do.. Let
us call her 'Canchon'."
"But don't you think 'Eltessa' Is a
pretty name and so odd, too?" put in
ono the aunts.
"Excuse me, ladles," ventured th
poor poor father, -who sat nearby, "br'
you seem to forget that we are tryln-;
to find a name for a human being, and
not for a five-cent cigar."
His Objection.
"Prisoner," said the stern old Judg-,
"the Jury, by a vote of 11 to 1, h; .
found you guilty of smashing a'' tr
windows and ruining the stock of tc i
millinery stores. Have you anything
to say before sentence Is passed upon
you?"
"I have," announced tho prisoner,
rising to his feet
"Say It."
"I protest, your honor, agalnBt this
verdict. I was not tried by a Jury of
my peers."
"On what do you base that objec
tion?" "Why, only one of 'em Is married."
Gave Himself Away.
With a mellow smile ho leans to
ward the mnlden of doubtful years, but
undoubted fortune.
"Just one kins," he pleads.
"No," sho retorts, having noticed a
well-defined nroma of rye on his
breath. "No. Tho lips that touch
liquor shall never touch mine."
"Hut," ho protests the rum demon
having driven his good Judgment to
the winds "a man must get his cour
age up some way."
Depends on the Hair.
"My dear," said tho apprehensive fa
ther, "why do you persist In allowing
little Percy's hair grow so long?"
"Why," answered the fond mother,
"I believe the little darling will devel
op Into a poet If he Is encouraged."
"Poet?" snorted the father. "If hia
hair keeps growing he'll turn out to
be a street medllcine fakir."
What Ailed the Boston Horse.
"What do you suppose Is tlm matter
with tliat horse of mine? I can't get
!ilm to go any more?" said the Beacon
utreet man.
"Why," replied the highbrow, "yoj
know according to a Trench Bc'.entUt
luminosity in animals Is due to In
direct oxidation of an albuminoid,
which he calls luclferlne, by a peroxy
dase fei merit, which bo terms luci
ferase." Eager to Find Out
"Say, Central," yelled Mr. Tompkins,
"this la the sixth time I have tried
to get my house."
"What's tho trouble?" aBked Central.
"Has somebody got a mortgigt on
A Paradoxical Ballot
"I should think the women voting
In the new suffrage states would
strike one obstacle."
"What Is that?"
"How can the matrons of a party
cast their maiden vote?"
BABY IN MISERY WITH RASH
Monroe, Wis. "When my baby wat
six weeks old there came a rash on
bis face which finally spread until It
got nearly all over his body. It form
ed a crust on bis head, hair fell out
and the Itch was torrlble. When h
would scratch the crust, the water
would ooze out In big drops. On face
and body It was In a dry form and
would scale off. He was In great mis
ery and at nights I would 11 awake
holding his hands to that he could not
scratch and disfigure himself. I tried
simple remedies at first, then got
medicine, but it did no good.
"Finally a friend suggested Cutlcura
Remedies, so I sent for a sample to
se what they would do, when to my
surprise after a few applications I
could sea an Improvement, and be
woUld rest better. I bought a box of
Cutlcura Ointment and a cake of Cutl
cura Soap and before I had them half
used my baby was cured. His bead is
now covered with a luxuriant growth
of hair and b!s complexion la ad
mired by rverytody and has no dis
figurements." (Signed) Mrs. Annia
Saundera, Sept 29, 1911.
Cutlcura, Soap and Ointment sold
throughout tbe world. Sample of each
free, with 82-p. Skin Book. Addreea
post-card "Cutlcura, Dept U Boston."
Adv.
One occasionally meets a man wh
gives a direct answer in reply to a
simple question. But moat of them
want to make a speech.
The average girl can love almost
any one except a stepfather.
BACKACHE A SIGNAL
OF DISTRESS
Pnlnln thcbokU
of dlntres. If this
timeir wrtilutfUifjr
nortd.tbere ! tjrv
3anfir of dropsy,
fxYl, tirlu politon
ng, or Bright dl
Vhto you have
mason to mxxmfrt
your kidney, tu,
ft pell kidney
medwiuc
Pnan'i Sldny
rilli rltT w.k,
eonftttiiod kidney
oar baokobo
rflmlmt th tirln.
Good proof in tha
following itato-
t -CONVINCINO
TESTIMONY
James E. Poyaer, Thompson At..
Komviih, III.. it)i: '1 wu laid up wlia
kldnrr troubla. 1 h pain In my back wu
ao bad that I couldn't mov. Th kldnr
atcrtllons wera la a terrlbl oondlUon.
An acquaintance advised ma to try
iJoan'a Klrtny Pills nd I aid ma. Ttay
marU m wall and during tha psat four
years I bava had ao further troubla."
Cat Doan's at Any Drug Store, 50 a Box
DOAN'S
KIDNEY
PILLS
FOSTF.R-MII.BL'RN CO.. Buffalo. N.w York
Milk-crust all over
tiny baby's face
Mothers, If your llttia ones nra iuflVrlnfr
from toraintlug, uni-b.tlr skla or scalp
eruptions, how can jou fall to profit br
Via experience of tills mother, who write :
"I do cot know what caused the mllk
erust on my baby's face, all over It ex
cept the eyeballs. It started as a rash of
an Itchlug nature; though only three
weeks old It tried to scratch It Then la
bout a week or ten days It had formed
Into emit that was very sore, whitlsU, and
cams oS In sca. Kor about Bre weeks I
used different wa.hea, but It did no frood.'
rom the first application of the Bealnol
Soup and Ointment, In a tVw hours, seem
ingly, wo could sea the change. I can
ssfily say I cured the baby with Rt-slnu!
boau a..d Reatool Oiutmeut. Anyone who
will try them wMl ,re r-t results that
are lasting-." (rlKned) lira. Lnyenle b!
Itulllu, Cauthornrllle, Va., ilay 19, lam.
Yonr dmirirlKt aell Reslnol Boap (.. and
Ointment hu..).!sal,Ci. 0- s,o; rX?
UfBluol Chemical Co., Haltlmore, Vld. Thee
are hualual.lr, household reuiedlm. for skin
trouble., luls .ore, wouuda, bur us aud
'MNmii I
5
a .
UaatCawib ttyrap. Turn Uooa. li
la time. Solo ty D..w.
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