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I . . - f l . II 1 1 III. . . THE When Bake Day Comes REMEMBER that home-made home-balked food is now the vogue in the best, j most carefully conducted homes, city and country. Bread Cake Pastry More Economical More Tasty More Healthful Remember that with DIGAL uvsrpirms ByAMzlviu JUDGE i n mini t 8YN0P8I3. The ireno at the opening of the story la laid In the library of an old worn-out outhern plantation, known as the Bar ony. The place la to be sold, and its history and that of the owners, the QulQtarris, Is the subject of discussion by Jonathan Crenshaw, a business man, a Taney, a farmer, when Hannibal Wayne stranger known as Bladen, and Bob Hazard, a mysterious child of the old Tfancy tells how he adopted the boy. Na aoutnern family, makes his appearance, thanlel Ferris buys the Barony, but the Quintards deny any knowledge of the boy. Yancy to keep. Hannibal. Captain Murrell. a friend of the Quintards, ap pears and asks questions about the Bar ony. CHAPTER V. (Continued.) When Betty Malroy rode away from Squire Balaam's Murrell galloped after her. Presently she heard the beat of his horse's hoofs as he came pound ing along the sandy road, and glanced back over her shoulder. With an ex clamation of displeasure she reined In her horse. Murrell quickly gained a Dtace at her side. "I suppose Ferris Is at the Barony?" he said, drawing his horse down to a walk. "1 believe he is," said Betty with a curt little air. "May 1 ride with you?" he gave her a swift glance. She nodded indif ferently and would have urged her horse Into a gallop again, but he made a gesture of protest. "Don't or 1 shall think you are still running away Irom me." he said with a short laugh. "Were you at the trial?" she asked. "I am glad they didn't get Hannibal away from Yancy." "Oh, Yancy will have his hands full with that later so will Bladen," he added, significantly. He studied her out of those deeply sunken eyes of his In which no shadow of youth lin gered, for men such as he reached their prime early, and It was a swift ly passing splendor. "Ferris tells me you are going to west Tennessee?" he said at length. "Yes." "1 know your half-brother, Tom nrnTA I know him vprv Wflll." "So you know Tom?" she observed, and frowned slightly. Tom was her guardian, and her memories of him wero not satisfactory. A burly, un Bhaven man with a queer streak of meanness through his character. "You've spent much of your time op north?" suggested Murrell. i "Four years. I've been at school, you know. That's where I met Judith Ferris." "I hope you'll like west Tennessee. It's still a bit. raw compared with what you've been accustomed to In the north. You haven't been back In all those four years?" Betty shook her head. "Nor seen Tom nor any one from out yonder?" For some rea son a ltftle tinge of color had crept Into Betty's cheeks. "Will you let me renew our acquaintance at Belle Plain? I shall be In west Tennessee before, the Bummer Is over; probably I shall leave here within a week," he aald, bending toward her. His glance dwelt on her face and on the pliant lines of her figure, and his senses warn. "I lmaglue you will be welcome at Belle Plain. You are Tom's friend." Murrell bit his lip, and then laughed as his mind conjured up a picture ot the cherished Tom. Suddenly he reached out and rested his hand on hers. "Betty If I might think" he be gan, but his tongue stumbled. Hlg love-making was usually of a savage aort, but some quality In the girl held blm In check. Betty drew away from him, an angry color on her cheeks and an angry light In her eyes. "For give me, Betty!" murmured Murrell, but his heart beat against his rlba, and passion sent Its surges through, blm. "Don't you know what I'm try ing to tell you?" he whispered. Betty gathered up her reins. "Not yet" he cried, and again he rested a heavy band on hers. "Let me go let me go!" cried Bet ty Indignantly. No not yet!" He urged his horse Btlll nearer and gathered her close. "You've got to hear me. I've loved you since the first moment I rested my eyes on you and, by God, you shall love me In return!" He felt her struggle to free herself from his grasp with a sense of savage triumph. Bruce Carrlngton, on his way back to Fayettevllle from the Forks, came about a turn In the road. Betty saw a tall, handsome fellow In the first flush of manhood; Carrlngton, an angry girl struggling In a man's grasp.' At sight of the new-comer, Murrell. with an oath, released Betty, who, striking her horse with the whip, gal loped down the road toward the Barony. As sh fled past Carrlngton Bhe bent low In her saddle. -Don't let blm follow me!" she gasped, and Carrington, striding tor ward, caught MurreU's horse by the tit Xet go!" roared Murrell. and a Borderous light shot from bis eyes. 1 doat kaow but I should pull rou "I Don't Know but What I Should Pull You Out of That Saddlo and Twist Your Neck." out of that saddle and twist your neck!" said Carrlngton hotly. Mur reU's face underwent a swift change. "You're a bold fellow to force your way into a lover's quarrel," he said quietly. Carrlngton'a arm dropped at his Bide. Perhaps, after all, It was that. CHAPTER VI. Betty Sets Out for Tennessee. Bruce's first memories had to do with long nights when he perched be side his father on the cabin roof of their keel-boat and watched the stars or the blurred line of the shore where it lay against the sky, or the lights on other barges and rafts drifting as they were drifting, with their wheat and corn and whisky, to that com mon market at the river's mouth. Bruce Carrlngton had seen the day of barge and raft reach its zenith, had heard the first steam packet's shrieking whistle, which sounded the death-knell of the ancient order, though the shifting of the trade was a slow matter and the glory ot the old did not pass over to the new at once, but lingered still in mighty fleets of rafts and keel-boats and in the Ho meric carousals of some ten thousand of the half-horse, half-alligator breed that nightly gathered In New Orleans. After the reading of the warrant that morning, Charley Balaam had shown Carrlngton the road to the Forks, assuring him when they sep arated that with a little care and decent use of his eyes It would be possible to fetch up there and not pass plumb through the settlement without knowing where he was. He was on his way to Fayettevllle, where he Intended to spend the night, and perhaps a day or two In looking around, when the meeting with Betty and Murrell occurred. The girl's face remained with him. It was a face he would like to see again. He was still thinking of the girl when be ate his supper that night at Cleggett's Tavern. Later, In the bar, he engaged his host In Idle gossip. He had met a gentleman and a lady on the road that day! he wondered, as he toyed with his glass, If It could have been the Ferrlses? Mounted? Yes, mounted. Then It was Ferris and his wife or It might have been Captain Murrell and Miss Malroy. Miss Malroy did not live In that part of the country;. she was a friend of Mrs. Ferris', belonged in Kentucky or Tennessee, or somewhere out yonder at any rate she was bringing her visit to an end, for Ferris had In structed him to reserve a place for her in the north-bound stage on the morrow. Carrlngton suddenly remembered that be bad thought of starting north In the morning himself. The stage left at six, and as Car rlngton climbed to his seat the next morning Mr. Cleggett was advising the driver, to look sharp when be came to the Barony road, aa ha was to pick np a party there. It was Car rlngton who looked aharp. and almost .t the spot wher. b. bad saaa JUas 4 . Malroy the day before he saw her again, with Ferris and Judith and a pile of luggage bestowed by tne way side. Betty did not observe him aa the, coach stopped, for she was In tent on her farewells with her friends. There were hasty words of advice from Ferris, prolonged good-bys to Judith, tears kisses while a place was being made for her many boxes and trunks. Carrlngton gathered that she was going north to Washington; that her final destination was some point either on the Ohio or Missis sippi, and that her name was Betty. Then the door slammed and the stage was In motion again. All through the morning they swung forward in the heat and dust and glare, and at midday rattled into the shaded main street of a sleepy village and drew up before the tavern where dinner was waiting them. Betty saw Carrlngton when she took her seat, and gave a scarcely perceptible start of surprise. Then her face was flooded with a rich col or. This was the man who saw her with Captain Murrell yesterday! There was a brief moment of Irreso lution and then she bowed coldly. It was four days to Richmond. Four days of hot, dusty travel, four nights of uncomfortable cross-road stations, where Betty suffered sleepless nights and the unaccustomed pangs ot early rising. She occasionally found her self wondering who Carrlngton was. She approved of the manner In which he conducted himself. She liked a man who could be unobtrusive. The next morning he found himself seated opposite her at breakfast. He received another curt little nod, cool and distant, as he took his seat "You stop In Washington?" said Carrlngton. Betty shook her head. "No, I am going on to Wheeling." "You're fortunate In being so near ly home," he observed. "I'm going on to Memphis." Betty exclaimed: "Why, I am go ing to Memphis, too!" "Are you? By canal to Cumber land, and then by stage over the Na tional Road to Wheeling?" Betty nodded. "It makes one wish they'd finish their railroads, doesn't It? Do you suppose they'll ever get as far west as Memphis?" she said. "They say It's going to be bad for the river trade when they're built on something besides paper," answered Carrlngton. "And I happen to be a flatboatman, Miss Malroy." . No more was said Just then, tor Betty became reserved and did not at tempt to resume the conversation. A day later they rumbled Into Washing ton, and as Betty descended from the coach Carrington stepped to her side. "I suppose you'll stop here, Miss Malroy," be said. Indicating the tar ern before which the stage had come to a stand. "Yea," said Betty briefly. "If I can be of any service to you " he began, with Just a touch ot awk wardness In bis manner. "No, I thank you, Mr. Carrtngton. aald Betty quickly. "Good night . . . good-by." He turned away, and Betty saw his tali form disappear In the twilight , A month and more had elapsed since Bob Yancy's trial. Just two days later man and boy disappeared from Scratch Hill. Murrell was soon on their trail and pressing forward in hot pursuit. Reaching the moun tains, he heard of them first as ten days ahead of blm and bound for west Tennessee; the ten days dwin dled to a week, the week became five days, the five days three; and now as he emerged from the last range of hills he caught sight of them. Yancy glanced back at the blue wall of the mountains where It lay along the horizon. "Well, Nevvy," he said, "we've put a heap of distance between us and old Scratch Hill." For the past ten days their Journey had been conducted in a leisurely fashion. As Yancy said, they were seeing the world, and it was well to take a good look at it while they had a chance. Suddenly out of the silence came the regular beat of hoots. These grew nearer and nearer, and at last when they were quite close, Yancy faced about. Smilingly Murrell reined in his horse. "Why Bob Yancy!" he cried In apparent astonishment. "Yes, sir Bob' Yancy. Does it hap pen you are looking fo' him. Cap tain?" inquired Yancy. ' "No no, Bob. I'm on my way west." Murrell slipped from his saddle and fell into step at Yancy's side as they moved forward. "They were mlghuiy stirred up at the Cross Roada when I left, wonder ing what had come of you," he ob served. "That's kind of them," responded Yancy, a little dryly. There was no reason for It, but he was becoming distrustful of Murrell, and uneasy. They went forward in silence. A sudden turn in the road brought them to the edge of an extensive clearing.' CloBe to the road there were several buildings, but not a tree had been spared to shelter them and they stood forth starkly, the completing touch to a civilization that was still in Its youth, unkempt, rather savage, and ruthlessly utilitarian. A sign an nounced the dingy structure of logs nearest the roadside a tavern. From the door of the tavern the figure of a man emerged. He was black-haired and bull-necked, and there was about him a certain sbag giness which a recent toilet performed at the horse trough had not served to mitigate. "Howdy?" he drawled. "Howdy?" responded Mr. Yancy. "Shall you stop here?" asked Mur rell, sinking his voice.. Yancy nodded. "Can you put us up?" Inquired Mur rell, turning to the tavern-keeper. "I reckon that's what I'm here for," said Slosson. Murrell glanced about the empty yard. "Slack," observed Slosson languidly. "Yes, sir, slack's the only name for It" It was under stood he referred to the state of trade. He looked from one to the other ot the two men. As his eyes rested on Murrell, that gentleman raised the first three fingers of his right hand. The gesture was ever so little, yet It seemed to have a tonic effect on Mr. Slosson. What might have developed Into a smile had he not Immediately suppressed it twisted his bearded lips as he made an answering move ment. "Epbf,. come here, you I" Slos son raised his voice. This call brought a half-grown black boy from about a corner of the tavern, to whom Murrell relinquished his horse. "Let's liquor," said the captain over his shoulder, moving off In the direc tion of the bar. "Come on, Nevvy!" said Yancy fol lowing, and they all entered the tav ern. "Well, here's to the best of good luck!" said Murrell, as he raised his glass to his Hps. . i "Same here," responded Yancy. Murrell pulled out a roll of bills, one of which he tossed on the bar. Then after a moment's hesitation he de tached a second bill from the roll and turned to Hannibal. "Here, youngster a present for you," he said good-naturedly. Hanni bal, embarrassed by the unexpected gift edged to his Uncle Bob's side. "Thank you, sir," said the boy. "Let's have another drink." sug gested Murrell. Presently Hannibal stole out Into the yard. He still held the bill In his hand, for he did not quite know how to dispose of his great wealth. After debating this matter for a moment he knotted It carefully in one corner c bis handkerchief.. (TO BB CONTINUED.) Let Them Go On Training. 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