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&l MATTER OF STATE'S
j By Harold Carter.
!J( Copyright, by W. G. Chapman.)
John Vincent, Tederal revenue
officer acting in Kentucky, pulled
in his mare and cooly surveyed
bp heights in front of him. On
every side arose precipitous
jnountains, clothed with their per-
' "X &
I Reckon It's Jim You're After."
lEnnial garb of spruce and pine.
IThe trail, which, wound sluggish
ly through the defile, disappeared
Tnto the heart of the forest, to re
appear, a sinuous, winding rib
bon, along the flank of the crest
There was no sign of human habi
tation in that rugged and aban
Yet somewhere on Bear moun
tain was the cabin of the Norman
men, "moonshiners" and outlaws.
And for the arrest of Jim Nor
man, the youngest, Vincent held
a warrant. He had set forth to
bring him to KempvilTe. Others
had held warrants, too; but Vin
cent, newly appointed to his post,
was more reckless than they, and
he had dared to ride alone into
the heart of the Norman strong
hold. He reined in suddenly, for fiis
quick eyes had caught a glimmer
ing flash from the peak in front of
him. It might have been the sun
glancing on some hidden pool.
But it looked more like light re
flected from a rifle barrel.
After a moment's hesitation he
urged his mare into a canter and
plunged into the undergrowth.
For the next half mile he was
safe, until he emerged upon the
mountain slopes. Arid when at
fast he came into the sunlight
again he tethered his beast to a
sapling and, drawing his revolver,
began to ascend the pealc cau
tiously, keeping out of the range
of the hidden marksman of whose
existence he was tolerably sure.
He crouched beside the trail,
plunged into the .scrub pine,
emerging, IqsU again, until at
length he saw the bare acclivity
of Bear mountain in front of him.
And near the summit was a small
lpg cabin, 3et in the midst of a
tjnypatch of garden ground. This.