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The scene at the opening of the story is
laid in the library of an old worn-out
southern plantation, known as the Bar
ony. The place is to be sold. and Its
history and that of the owners, the
Qulntards, is the subject of discussion by
Jonathan Crenshaw. a business man, a
stranger known as Bladen. and Bob
Yancy. a farmer, when Hannlbal Wayne
Hazard, a mysterious child of the old
southern family. makes his appearance.
Yancy tells how he adopted the boy. Na
thaniel Ferris buys the Barony, but the
Quintards deny any knowledge of the
boy. Yancy to keep Hannibal. Captain
aurrell. a friend of the Quintards, ap
_ rs and asks questions about the Bar
any. Trouble at Scratch Hill. when Han
nibal is kidnaped by Dave Blount. Cap
tain Murrell's agent. Yancy overtakes
Blount. gives hint a thraslilng and secures
the boy. Yancy appears before Squire
Balaam, and is discharged with costs for
the plaintiff. Betty Malroy. a friend of
the Ferrises. has an encounter with Cap
tain Murrell, who forces his attentions on
,her, and is rescued by Bruce Carrington.
Betty sets out for her Tennessee home.
Carrington takes the same stage. Yancy
and Hannibal disappear, with Murrell on
their trail. Hannibal arrives at the home
of Judge Slocum Price. The Judge recog
nires ini the boy, the grandson of an old
time friend. Murrell arrives at Judge's
home. Cavendish family on raft rescue
Yancy, who is apparently dead. Price
breaks jail. Betty and Carrington arrive
at Belle Plain. Hannibal's rifle discloses
some startling things to the judge. Han
nibal and Betty meet again. Murrell ar
rives in Belle Plain. Is playing for big
stakes. Yancy awakes from long dream
less sleep on board the raft. Judge Price
mnakes startling discoveries in looking up
land titles. Charley Norton. a young
planter. Who assists the judge. Is mys
teriously assaulted. Norton informs Car
rington that Betty nas promised to marry
him. Norton is mysteriously shot More
light on Murrell's plot. He plans upris
ing of negroes. Judge Price, with Hanni
bal. visits Betty. and she. keeps the boy
as a companion. In a stroll Betty takes
with Hannibal they meet Bess Hicks.
daughter of the overseer, who warns
Betty of danger and counsels her to
leave Belle Plain at once. Betty, terri
fied. acts on Bess' advice, and on their
way their carriage is stopped by Slosson.
the tavern keeper, and a confederate,. and
Betty and Hannibal are made prisoners.
The pair are taken to Hicks' cabin, In ail
almost Lnaccessible spot, and thelre Mur
rell visits Betty and reveals his part in
the plot and his object Betty spurns
his proffered love and the Interview is
ended by the arrival of Ware. terrified
at possible outcome of the crime. Judge
Price, hearing of the abduction, plans ac
tion. The Judge takes charge of the
sityation, and search for the missing ones
is Instituted. Carrington visits the judge
and allies are discovered. Judge Price
visits Colonel Fentress, where he meets
Yancy and Cavendish. Becoming enraged.
Price dashes a glass of whisky into the
colonel's face and a duel is arranged. Mur
raell is arrested for negro stealing and his
bubble bursts. The Judge and Mahaffy
rjecuss the coming duel. Carrington
makes frantic search for Betty and the
"What have we between here and
the river?" inquired the latter. It was
best, he felt, not to give Slosson an
opportunity to ask questions.
"It narrown considerably, pardner,
but it's a straight -course," said Slos
son. "Black in yonder, ain't it?" he
added, nodding ahead.
The shores drew rapidly together;
They were leaving the lake-like ex
panse behiad. In the silence, above
the rustlang ot the trees, Carrington
heard the first fret of the river against
its bank. 8oelbii yawned prodigious
' -is-ek you ain't needing me?'
"Better go up in the bow and get
some sleep," advised Carrington), and
Slosson. nothing loath, clambered
down from the root of the cabin and
The ceaseless murmur of the rush.
ing waters grew in the stillness as
the keel boat drew nearer the hurry
ing yellow flood, and the beat of the
Kentucklan's pulse quickened. Would
he find the raft there? He glanced
back over the way they had come.
The dark ranks of the forest walled
off the clearing, but across the water
a dim point of light was visible. lie
fixed its position as somewhere near
the head of the bayou. Apparently it
was a lantern, but as he looked a
ruddy glow crept up against the sky
From the bow Bunker had been ob
serving this singular phenomnenon.
Suddenly he bent and roused Slos
son, who had fallen asleep. The tav
ern-keeper sprang to his feet and
Bunker pointed without speaking.
"Mebby yc.u can tell me what that
light back yonder means?" cried Slos
son, addressing himself to Carring
ton; as he spoke he snatched up his
"That's what I'm trying to make
out," answered Carrington.
"Hell!"' cried Slosson, and tossed
his gun to his shoulder.
What seemed to be a breath of
wind lifted a stray lock of Carrlng
ton's hair, but his pistol answered
Slosson uin the same second. He fired
at the huddle of men in the bow of
the boat and one of them pitched for
ward with his arms outspread.
"Keep back, you!" he said, and
dropped off the cabin roof.
His promptness had bred a momen
tary panic, then Blosson's bull-like
voice began to roar commands; but in
that brief Instant of surprise and
shock Carrington had found and with
drawn the wooden peg that fastened
the cabin door. He had scarcely done
this when Slosson came tramping art
supported by the three men.
Calling to Betty and Hannibal to es
cape in the skiff which was towing
astern tne Kentuekian rashed toware
the bow. At his back he heard the
door creak on Its hinges as It was
pushed open by Betty and the boy,
and again he called to them to escape
by the skiff. The fret of the current
had grown steadily and from beneath
the wide-flung branches of the trees
which here met above his head, Car
rington caught sight of the star
specked arch of the heavens beyond.
They were issuing from the bayou.
He felt the river snatch at the keel
boat, the buffeting of some swift eddy,
and saw the blunt bow swing off to
the south as they were plunged into
the black shore shadows.
But what he did not see was a big
muscular hand which had thrust itself
out of the impenetrable gloom and
clutched the side of'the keel boat. Co
incident with this there arose a per
fect babel of voices, high-pitched and
"Sho'-I bet it's him! Sho'-it's Un
cle Bob's nevvy! Sho', you can hear
'em! Sho', they're shootin' guns!
Carrington cast a hurried glance in
the direction of these sounds. There
between the boat and the shore the
dim outline of a raft was taking shape.
It was now canopied by a wealth of
pale gray smoke that faded from be
fore his eygT as, the darkness lifted.
The light increased. From the flat
stone hearth of the raft ascended a
tall column of flame which rendered
vislble six pigmy figures, tow-headed
and wonderfully vocal, who were toil
ing like mad at the huge sweeps. The
light showed more than this. It
showed a lady of plump and pleasing
presence smoking a cob-pipe while she
fed the fire from a tick stuffed with
straw. It showed two bark shanties,
a line between them decorated with
the never-ending Cavendish wash. It
showed a rooster perched on the
ridge-pole of one of these shanties in
the very act of crowing lustily.
Hannibal, who had climbed to the
roof of the cabin, shrieked for help,
and Betty added her voice to his.
"All right, Nevvy!" came the cheer
ful reply, as Yancy threw hims'elf
over the side of the boat and grap
pled with Slosson.
"Uncle Bob! Uncle Bob:" cried
Slosson uttered a cry of terror. He
had a simple but sincere faith in the
supernatural, and even with the
Scratch Hiller's big hands gripping
his throat, he could not rid himself of
the belief that this was the ghost of
a murdered man.
"You'll take a dog's licking from
me, neighbor," said Yancy grimly. "I
been saving it fo' you!"
Meanwhile Mr. Cavendish, whose
proud spirit, never greatly inclined
him to the practice of peace, had pre
pared for battle. Springing aloft he
knocked his heels together.
"Whoop! I'm a man as can slide
down a thorny locust and never get
scratched!" he shouted. This was
equivalent to setting his triggers;
then he launched himself nimbly and
with enthusiasm into the thick of the
fight. It was Mr. Bunker's unfortu
H Lau d H
*q~ Ij- r 7
He Launchd Himeef Nimbly arid With Enthuecasm Iat the Fight
nate privilege to sustain the onslaught
of the Earl of Lambeth.
The light from the Cavendish
hearth continued to brighten the
scene, for Polly was recklessly sac
rificing her best straw tick. Indeed
her behavior was in every way worthy
of the noble alliance she had formed.
Her cob-pipe was not suffered to go
out and with Connie's help she kept
the six small Cavendishes from risk
ing life and limb in the keel boat, to
ward which they were powerfully
drawn. Despite these activities she
found time to call to Betty and Han
nibal on the cabin roof.
"Jump down here; that ain't no fit
tin' place for you-all to stop in with
them gentlemen fightin'!"
An instant later Betty and Hanni
bal stood on the raft with the little
Cavendishey flocking about them. Mr.
Yancy's quest of his nevvy had taken
an enduring hold on their imagina
tion. For weeks it had constituted
their one vital topic, and the fight be
came merely a satisfying background
for this interesting restoration.
"Sho', they'd got him! Sho'-he
wa'n't no bigger than Richard! She'!"
"Oh!" cried Betty, with a fearful
glance toward the keel boat. "Can't
you stop them?"
"What fo'?" asked Polly. opening
her black eyes very wide. "Bless yo'
tender heart!-you don't need to wor
ry none, we got them strange gentle
men licked like they was a passel of
children! Connie, you-all mind that
She accurately judged the outcome
of the fight. The boat was little bet
ter than a shambles with the havoc
that had been wrought there when
Yancy and Carrlngton dropped over
its side to the raft. Cavendish fol
lowed them, whooping his triumph as
The Raft Again.
Yancy and Cavendish threw them
selves on the sweeps and worked the
raft clear of the keel boat, then the
turbulent current seized the smallert
craft and whirled it away into the
night; as its black bulk receded from
before his eyes the Earl of Lambeth
spoke with the voice of authority and
"It was a good fight and them fel
lows done well, but not near well
enough." A conclusion that could
not be gainsaid. He added, "No one
ain't hurt but them that had ought to
have got hurt. Mr. Yancy's all right,
and so's Mr. Carrington-who's
mighty welcome here."
"Mr. Carrington's kin -to me, Pol
ly," explained Yancy to Mrs. Caven
dish. His voice was far from steady,
for Hannibal had been gathered into
his arms and had all but wrecked the
stoic calm with which the Scratch
Hiller was seeking to guard his emo
Polly smiled and dimpled at the
Kentucklan. Trained to a romantic
it point of view she had a frank liking
for handsome, stalwart men. Caven
h dish was neither, but none knew bet
e ter than Polly that where he was most
lacking in appearance he was richest
d in substance. He carried scars hon
y orably earned in those differences he
1. had been prone to cultivate with less
o generous natures; for his scheme of
It life did not embrace the millennium.
L- "Thank God, you got here when
r you did!" said Carrington.
y "We was some pushed fo' time, but
e we done it," responded the earl mod
k- estly. He added, "What now?-do we
make a landing?"
t- "No-unless it interferes with your
I plans not to. I want to get around
the next bend before we tie up. Later
I- we'll all go back. Can I count on
"You shorely can. I consider this
a here as sociable a neighborhood as I
ever struck. It pleases me well.
1 Folks are up and doing hereabout."
Carrington looked eagerly around in
I search of Betty. She was sitting on
an upturned tu' pathetic enough
a figure as she drooped against the wall
of one of the shanties with all her
I courage quite gone from her. He
t made his way quickly to her side.
"La!" whispered Polly in Chills and
; Fever's ear. "If that pore young thing
yonder keeps a widow it won't be be
cause of any encouragement she gets
from Mr. Carrington. If I ever seen
marriage in a man's eye I seen it in
t his this minute!"
"Bruce!" cried Betty, starting up as
Carrington approached. "Oh, Bruoe,
I am so glad you have come-you are
not hurt?" She accepted his prsenace
"We are none of us hurt, Betty," he
said gently, as he took her hani.
He saw that the suffering she has
undergone during the preceding
twenty-four hours had left its record
on her tired face and in her heavy
eyes. She retained a shuddering con
sciousness of the unchecked savagery
of those last moments on the keel
boat; she was still hearing the oaths
of the men as they struggled together,
the sound of blows, and the dreadful
silences that had followed them. She
turned from him, and there came the
relief of tears.
"There, Betty, the danger is over
now And you were so brave while it
lasted. I can't bear to have you cry!"
"I was wild with fear-all that time
on the boat, Bruce-" she-faltered be
tween her sobs. "I didn't know but
they would find you out. I could only
wait and hope-and pray!"
"I was in no danger, dear. Didn't
the girl tell you I was to take the
place of a man Slosson was expect
ing? He never doubted that I was
that man until a light-a signal it
must have been-on the shore at the
head of the bayou betrayed me."
"Where are we going now, Bruce?
Not the way they went-" and Betty
glanced out into the black void where
the keel boat had merged into the
"No, no-but we can't get the raft
back up-stream against the current,
so the best thing is to land at the
Bates' plantation below here; then as
soon as you are able we can return to
Belle Plain." said Carrington.
There was an interval broken only
by the occasional sweep of the great
steering oar as Cavendish coaxed the
raft out toward the channel. The
thought of Charley Norton's murder
rested on Carrlngton like a pall.
Scarcely a week had elapsed since he
quitted Thicket Point, and in that
week the hand of death had dealt
with them impartially, and to what
end? Then the miles he had traversed
in his hopeless journey up-river trans.
lated themselves into a division of
time as well as space. They were
just as much further removed from
the past with its blight of tragic tes
ror. He turned and glanced at Betty.
He saw that her eyes held their steady
look of wistful pity that was for thea
dead man; yet in spite of this, and in
spite of the bounds beyond which he
would not let his imagination carry
him, the future, enriched with sudden 1
promise, unfolded itself. The deep
sense of recovered hope stirred with-I
in him. He knew there must come a .
day when he would dare to speak ot i
his love, and she would listen.
"It's best we should land at Bate'"
place-we can get teams there" ha
went on to explain. "And, Betty. 1
wherever we go we'll go together,
dear. Cavendish doesn't look as if he
had any very urgent buasiness of his
own, and I reckon the same is true
of Yancy, so I am going to keep thekm
with us. There are some points to be 1
cleared up when we reach Belle Pt
-some folks who'll have a lot to ex
plain or else quit this part of the
state! And I intend to see that you
are not left alone until-until I have
the rightto take care of you for good
and all-that's what you want me to
do one of these days, Isn't it, dar
ltin" and his eyes, glowing and ta
finitely tender, dwelt on her upturnme
(TO B5 CONTIUZD4
WORST DESERT IN ALL ASIA
Hongwanjl Temple at Kyoto, Japan,
Crosses Takia-Makan Sand
in Thirty Years.
Toklo, Japan.-Rev Zuicho Tach
ibana, a priest of the great West
flongwanji temple of Kyoto, re
turned to that place recently aft
er five years spent In explora
tion in the virgin parts of central
Asia, writes a correspondent. His
journey was undertaken for purposes
of research under the instruction of
Count Otani, the lord abbot of the
Hongwanji temple and an enthusl
astic geographer. Mr. Tachibana is
a young man of twenty-two years of
age and of such delicate physique that
the natives said he must be a woman
disguised as a man.
Mr. Tachibana proceeded from Lon
don to Omsk and thence by stage
coach in Semipalatinsk, thence to
Turban in Sinkiang ("the new terri
tory") passable roads were found.
During his explorations Mr. Tachi
bana traveled across the Takla-Makan
desert, which be describes as the
Sheltered at the Edge of the Desert.
worst of all deserts in central Asia.
Neither birds nor even insects are
to be found there.
The desert is a sea of sand, where
there is only the wind to hear and
the moon to see. The party constant
ly met sand mountains over 12,000
feet high, and the men began to
grumble, fearing that they whbld be
buried by the constant sandstorms.
On arriving at Goma, on the right
bank of the River Tarim, he caused
considerable fright among the shep
herds, as his was the first party from
the south for thirty years. At first
the shepherds fled, but were brousht
back. The feat of crossing the desert
cased greatest reverence by the
At this point he left the camel cara
van to follow on slowly, while he pro
ceeded on horseback to Kuchar,
which place he reached after three
days. This is a large town, though
not to be compared with civilized
cities. "Nevertheless," said Mr.
Tachibana, "I felt on entering it as
though I had suddenly been put down
Some time was spent in the neigh
borhood of Kashgar investigating the
buried cities, and afterward the ex
plorer ýproceeded through the valley
to the east of Tsunling to Khotan,
the districts previously explored by
Dr. Stein (now 81r Mare Aurel Stein).
Thence the party proceeded to Tibet
for the purpose of geologiecal ingestl
Several distrlcts were visited by
Mr. Tachibana which had been omit
ted by Dr. Sven Hedin. These regions
are absolutely blank on the maps
and have nver been visited before.
As soon as the records of the Jore
ney have been collated the Hong
wanji temple will issume a report on
Mr. Tachlbana's exploration, which
will without doubt be eagerly antie
pated' In scientific cidrcles, in Europe
and America as well uas in Asia.
STOWAWAY HEEDS A VISION
Explains That He ReceIved a Divne
Summons to Preach to Benighted4
Chineeo-Is Shipped Back.
San Francisco CaL--Harold Yates,
a trightened youth, who had seen a
vision and started for the Orient to
preach to the Chinese, was brought
back to San Francisco on the steamner
Nile, which reached here recently.
Yates' "call," by which he was suma
moned to spread the message of the
gospel among 'the heathen, led him to
stow away on the steamer Manchuria,
which left here Friday.
Captain Frlele of the Manchuria lis
tened to the young man's acoount of
his vIston, after be had emerged from
his hiding place, but decided that it
did not entitle Yates to free passage
and the stowaway wuas trsans erred to
the Nile when that vessel wuas met in
Yates, who was employed as a bell
boy at a local hotel, was awakened
with diffculty last Friday morning by
another bellboy. He explained that
he had been listening to a divinesum
mons to the missionary field and hur
riedly packed a few belongings, and
boarded the Manchuria, where he bid
in the hold.
Huge Telescope Dedicated.
Pittsburg, Pa.-A new 30Inch photo
graphic refractor telescope, valued at
$150,000, said to be the third largest
instrument of Its kind in the world,
was dedicated at the Allegheary obser
vatory, Riverview park, in the pres. l
nce of a distinguished pety of scien
ttu, and vfriters,
'UBLIC OFFICE, A PUBLIC TRUST
"The place should seek the man," said
"This is a truth abiding;
And should it cpme in search of mej
I will not go in biding."
CRUST COVERED BABY'S HEAD
632 Brunswick St. Baltimore, Md.l-
"My baby's face broke out in pimples,
which after bathing would weep and
form scabs until his head and face
were completely covered with a crust
and his hair all fell out. It was cross
and would not sleep. Each day it
spread until his entire face and head
were covered with weeping sores. I
tried several prescriptions, but did net
find any relile. Then I decided to try
Cuticura Soap and Ointment.
"After using them two or three
times the sores dried up and after a
half dozed. applications all disfgure
ment disappeared. Inlee, than three
weeks the sores and scales were com
pletely gone, and baby's skin as
smooth and clear as when he was MM
born. Cuticura Soap and Ointment
cured him." (Signed) Mrs. LottUe V.
Steinwedel, Jan. 14, 1912.
Cuticura Soap and Ointment sold
throughout the world. Sample of each
free, with 32-p. Skin Book. Ad. post
card "Cuticura, Dept. L, Boston." hs.
Matrimony In Australia.
Bridegrooms in Australia last year
ranged from sixteen to. ninety-alne
years of' age, and the records show
the youngest bride was ifteen, and
the oldest eighty-two. One man of
seventy-seven marred a. girl of eight
een. It is not surpmiaig to learnv
that nore marriages were repeorte
from the country than ever before.
CASTORIA, a safe and sure remey for
Infants and children, and see that it
In Use For Over ears.
Children Cry for Fletche i CaMoi
Few callings are more highly eteesm
ed than that of the trained artnam.
Miss Ellen Emerson, the g an4di s
ter of Ralph Waldo E serno I a
nurse in the Massachusetts generaa
hospital at Boston.
"He knows all the best people b.
"Why doesn't he' saociate wMb
"They knew him."
In the Family.
"My dear, there Is a bib here e
"All right Give it to me and rI
A1ptoist-How did.you eeape a Eho?
Motorisbt--Our attorney proved the
constable's watch was tasut.-Judga.
Red Cwe Ball Blue makes the under&um
apy, rakes.clothes whiter than snw
II sod srocers. Adv.
It is useless to take a vaenstl R
you are weary from overpest
Use Your Back
It's a sign of
sick kidays ee.
pecially Ii the
kidney ation is
or to feasat
Do not aeglect
any little kidaey
ill or the slight
tfreaes ra te
stone or Bright's
Use Deaon's Kldney Pills. This
good remedy cures bad kidneys.
A TYPICAL CASE
.e Do.ee . at w. ir. Sime.10 a n e. i
breek any case of Chills & Fever; and
Atken then as a toS I the Pcs wiaLt
not return. P?.* 2Ic.
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