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The Cape County herald. (Cape Girardeau, Mo.) 1911-1914, January 17, 1913, Image 2

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flfi (. aiOriuy of imi obi ivoro-oot
wtMiUirrn iiHfvtauin, known ss tbtf Il'ir
mt. Tb ,daoo ta to bo wold, and Ms
Mtory nmt Unit of the owner. l'
c-dnsrds, la toa subject of discussion by
Jonathan Crenshaw, a huNtness man,
craKcr known as tlladen, and Hob
Micy, ft' farmer, when Hannibal Wayno
Jimmril, a mysterious child of the old
)utrrn famdy, makes bis a ppcHram-e.
Yinii' tebs iiow he adope, the boy. Na
tnani'ol" -Ferris buys the Huronv. hut the
Womlards deny unv knowledge of die
I .v. Ysncy lo keep Hannibal. nptaln
JkUirT"H. iV frli-tul of tlie juintni. r
pesra nid mhkn iir I icn nt.'out the lir
ony. Trouble st Boratch Hill, whi-n Han
nibal ti trilnnpt'd by iMve Blount. CP
tln ftlurivU'a RRent. innry ovcrtalirs
I.l-iun:. lilypn' blm a thrnvlilriK and fur
be Ih Vancy sr.pf-Hm bi-lore Squire
Intnam. find Ib llrlinrt:-i wltli romn for
he lHlnliff. Iti-tiy Mulroy. a friend of
ifrn F-rrWs, han ort encoutKor with (.))
iin MiirnMI. v bo forces Mm attention on
her. and lit' rescued, by ilruc e Caniotrton.
3ttlv H-tK o!t for iu-r Toiiin-u borne.
C'errlnrton lakes Ibo same stae. Yanny
and llaimibui UiB.lt'Ponr. with Murrell on
their trull. Haimlb.il airlves at tbo borne
of JurtKfi. riorum l-'rico. The Judne rev-oc-nlzes
In l!ie' boy. the grandson of an old
tune friend. Murrell artives at JudKe's
homer. Cnvendisli family on raft re-im
Tianey, who 1h apparently dead. I iiee
bre-kH Jail. Hettv and .uirlnton ariivo
at lieUe 1'laln. Hannibal a rule discloses
omo stnrtbni? tbinus lo -the jodt;e. Han
nibal and' Hetty meet HKaln. Murrell ar
iivetr In Belle Plain. Is pluyinx for bit?
vtakcR." Yancy awakes from lon dream
less mI'.c' on board the raft. Judna l'tiee
makes Hinrtllntr dlMeoveries In lookln;; up
land 4 men. Charley Norton, a yutitiK
planter,, who assiMU thn judne. Is mya
lerlnusly acsaulled. Norton Informs Car
ineton ibat Ketty has promised to marry
Mm. ivuiton ts mysteriously shot. - Moru
llKhUon Murrell'a iilot. Ho plans uprls
in fit i"i?ro. JudR'? Prke. with Hannl
li, viKlta: Hetty, and alio keeps the boy
s a fompanlon. In a stroll Hetty takes
with tbinnibaL they meet Bess Illcks.
flauifbter- of the overseer, who w.vrns
Jfetty of danser and counsels ber to
leave l;el!e I'lalu at onto.
CHAPTER XVIII (Continued).
Whatever the firomiitingu that tn
cplrecl this, warning, they plainly had
nothing to' do with either liking or
sympat u'y. ller dominating emotion
seemed to' to' a" Euiieu Bort ot reseut
cient. which lit up her glance with a
dull fire;" yet her feelings were so
clearly and. so keenly personal that
Betty understood the motive that had
brought tor there. The explanation,
etie found, lert her wondering just
where: and tow her own fate was
linked, with that of tbla poor white.
"You. tiavo. been waiting isoine time
to eee me?" she asked.
"Ever, since along about noon."
"You were afraid to come to the
bouse V"
"I didn't, want to he Keen there."
"And yet you knew 1 was alone."
"Alone but how do you kuow w ho's
watching the. place?"
"Do you think there waa reason to
bo afraid of that?" naked Hetty.
Aguiu the Kirl stamped her foot
with angry Impatience.
"You're JuBt.wastln' time Just fool
In" It away and you ain't got none to
"You xuuBt tell mo what 1 have to
fear I must" know more or 1 shall
etay Just, where I aru!"
"Well, then, stay!" The girl turned
away, end then as quickly turned back
and faced Betiy once more. "1 reckon
he'd kill tne If he knew 1 reckon
I've earned, that already "
"Of whom are you epeaklug'.''
"He'll have you away from here to
"lie? "... who . . . and
whaUf I refuse to go?"
"Did they ask Charley Norton
whether, tie wanted to live or die?'
came: the sinister question.
A tiuiver. passed through Hetty. She
was tieelng. It! all again Charley aa he
Kroped. among the graves with the
hand of death, heavy upon him.
A moment later she was alone. The
girl fend. disappeared. Thero were only
th febtftlnir shadowa 'aa the wind
tossed, the; branches of tbo trees, and
the lianda of golden light that slanted
alnriK- ihe enintv rath. The fear of
the unknown leaped up afresh in Uel
ty'B cour; ia an Instant Hying feet had
bornotier to, the boy's side.
"Come come quick, Hannibal
ahe gasped out, and eelzed his hand
"What, is It, Miss Deity? What's
the matter?" i.Bked Hnniilbal as they
flcdjpanUng up the terraces.
"I don't, know only we must get
away from, here Just as soon as we
can!" Then, seeing the look of alarm
on the child's face, flhc added more
Quietly, "Don't bo frightened, dear,
only we. must go away from lielie
Pluln at once.", liut where they were
to go, the bad not considered,
Heacuing the house, they stole to
Hetty's room. Her well-filled purse
was tlie Important thing; that, togeth
r with aouie necessary clothing,
went Into a small bund bag.
"You must carry thla, Hannibal; 11
n n aeea Ua leave the house
the'U think It something you are tak
lug away," she eiplalned. Hannibal
nodded understanding!)'.
"Don't you trust your niggers. Miss
Batty T" he. whispered as ttioy went
from '" ou.
"I only trust you, dear!"
"What makes yoo go? Was It eome
tilnir 'hat woman bold you? Are they
4jomlni? ofter.ua. Miss Betty? la It
Captain Murrell?"
Vui.tuir. Murrell?" There was less
f luitimy uow. but more of terror.
M ii V '
, ' 7 ' I I CiumKi.
and hor hnud stole up to her heart,
and,-w bits and slim, rested ' against ;
the black fabric of her dress. !
"Don't you be scared, Miss Hetty!"
said Hannibal.
They went silently from the house
and again crossed the lawn to the ter
race, ruder the leafy arch which can
opied them there was already the
deep purple of twilight.
"Do you reckon It were Captain
Murrell shot Mr. Norton, Miss Het
ty?" asked Hannibal iu a shuddering
"Hush Oh, hush, Hannibal! It is
too awful to even speak of " and,
sobbing and half hysterical, she cov
ered her face with her hands.
"But. where are we going, Miss
lietty?" asked the boy.
"I don't know, dear!" She had an
ngunlzing sense or the night's ap
proach and of her own utter helpless
ness. "I'll tell you what. Miss lietty, let's
go to the judge and Mr. Mahaffy!"
said Unnnibn.1.
Judge Trice?" She had not thought
of liirn as a possible pwiteetor.
"Why, Miss lietty, nln't I told you
ho ain't afraid of nothing? We could
walk to Raleigh easy If you don't want
your niggers to hook up a team for
Hetty suddenly remembered the car.
riage which had taken the judge Into
town; slie was sure It had not yet re
"We will go to the Judge, Hannibal!
George, who drove htm into Kaleigh,
has not come back; if wo hurry wo
may meet him on the road."
Screened by the thick shadows,
they passed up the path that edged
the bayou; at tl.a head of the inlet
they entered a clearing, and crossing
this they came to the corn-field which
lay between the house and the high
road. Following one of the shock
rows tbey hurried to the mouth of the
"Hannibal, 1 don't want to tell the
Judge why I am leaving liclle i'laln
about the woman, I mean," said
Hetty. ,
"You reckon they'd kill her, don't
you. Miss Hetty, If they knew what
she'd done?" speculated the boy. It
occurred to him that an adequate ex
planation of their flight would require
preparation, since the Judge was at
nil times singularly alive to the slight
est discrepancy of statement. They
had Issued from the corn-held and
went along the road toward Raleigh.
Suddenly Hetty paused.
"Hark!" she whispered.
"It were nothing. Miss Betty," said
Hannibal reassuringly, and they hur
ried forward again. In the utter still-
ess through which they moved Hetty
heard the beating of her own heart,
and the soft and all but inaudible pat
ter of the boy's bare feet on the wari
dust of the road. Vague forms that
resolved themselves Into treea and
bushes seemed to creep toward them
out of the night's black uncertainty.
Once more Betty paused.
"It were nothing. Miss Hetty," said
la Waa Looking Into
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Avxi Mmi rwiwr
Hannibal as nerore, and he returned
to his consideration of the Judge. He
sensed something of that Intellectual
nlmblenens which his patron's physical
nmke-up In nowise suggested, since
hla face was a maBk that usually left
one In doubt as to Just how much of
what he heard succeeded In making
Ita Impression on him; but the boy
knew that Slocum Price's blind side
waa a shelterless exposure.
"You don't think the carriage could
have passed us while we were cross
ing the corn-field?" said Hetty.
"No, I reckon we couldn't a-mlssed
hearing it," answered Hannibal. Ho
had scarcely spoken when tbey
caught the rattle of wheels and the
beat of hoofs. These sounds swept
nearer and nearer, and the darkness
disgorged the Helle Plain team and
"George!" cried Hetty, a world of
relief in her tones.
"Whoa, you!" and George reined In
his horses with a Jerk. "Who's dar?"
he asked, bending forward on the box
as he Bought to pierce the darkness
with his glance.
".George "
"Oh, It you, Missy?"
"Yes, I wish you to drive m Into
Raleigh," said Hetty, and she and Han
nibal entered the carriage.
"All right, Missy. Yo'-all ready to'
mo to go along out o' here?"
"Yes drive fast, George'" urged
"It's right dark fo' f.t3' driving",
Missy, with the road jes' almln' fo' to
bus' yo' springs with chuckholes!"
He had turned his horses' heads in
the direction of Raleigh while he was
speaking. "It's scandalous black in
these heah woods, Mty I 'tiar' 1
never seen it no blacker!"
The carriago swung forward for per
haps a hundred years, then suddenly
the horses came to a dead stop.
"Go along on, dar!" cried .George,
and struck them with his whip, but
the horses only reared and plunged.
"Hold on, nigger!" said a rough
voice out of the darkness.
"What yo' doln'?" the coachman
gasped. "Don" yo' know dla de Helle
Plain carriage? Take yo" han's often
dem hossos' bits!"
Two men stepped to the side of the
"Show your light, Hunker," said the
same rough voice that had spoken be
fore. Instantly a hooded lantern was
uncovered, and Hannibal uttered a cry
of terror. He was looking into the
face of Slosson, the tavern-keeper.
In the face of Betty's indignant pro
test Slosson and the man named
Hunker climbed Into the carriage.
"Don't you be scared, ma'am," said
the tavern-keeper, who smelt strongly
of whisky. "I wouldn't lift my hand
agin no good-looking female except
In kindness."
"How dare you stop my carriage?"
cried Hetty, with a very genuine an-
of ftlosaon, tha Tavarn keeoar.
t . ' . j
ger which for the moment dominat4
all hor other emotions. She struggled
to her 'feet, but Slosson put out a
heavy hand and thrust her back.
."There now," he urged soothingly.
"Why make a fuss? We ain't going
to harm you; we wouldn't lor no sum
of money. Drive on, Jim drive like
hell!" This last was addressed to
the man who had taken George's placo
on the box, where a fourth member
of Slosson's band had forced the
coachman down Into the narrow space
between the seat and dashboard, and
waa holding a pistol to his head whlla
he sternly enjoined silence.
With a word to the horses Jim
swung about and the carriage rolled
off through the night at a breakneck
pace. Hetty's shaking hands drew
Hannibal closer to her side as she
felt the surge of her terrors rise with
in her. Who were these men whero
could they be taking her and for
what purpose? The events of the past
week linked themselves in tragic se
quence in her mind. What was It
she had to fear? Was it Tom for
whom these men were acting? Tom
who would profit greatly by her dis
appearance or death!
They swept past the entrance at
Helle Plain, past a break in tho wall
cf the forest where the pale light or
stars showed Hetty the cornfield she
and Hannibal had but lately crossed,
and then on Into pitchy darkness
again. She clung to the desperate
hope that they tularin meet some one
on the road, when she could cry out
and give the alarm. She held herself
In readiness for this, but there waa
only the steady pounding of the big
bays as Jim with voice and whif
urged them forward. A; last he ab
ruptly checked them, ncA Bunker and
Slosson sprang from their seats.
Get down, ma'am!" said the lat
ter. "Where are you taking me?" asked
Betty, in a voice that shook In spit
of her efforts to control it.
"You must hurry, ma'am," urged
Slosson Impatiently.
"I won't move until I know where
you intend taking me!" said Hetty.
"If I am to die; "
Mr. Slosson laughed loudly and In
dulgently. "You ain't. If you don't want to
walk, I'm man enough fo' to tote you.
We ain't far to go, and I've tackled
Jobs I'd a heap less heart fo' In my
time, he concluded gallantly. KToru
the opposite side of the carriage
Hunker swore nervously, Ho desired
to know If they were to stand there
talking nil night. "Shut your filthy
mouth, Bunker, and see you keep tight
bold of that young rlp-staver," said
Slosson. "He's a perfect eel I've
had dealings with him afore!"
"You tried to kill my Uncle Hob
at the tavern, you and Captain Mur
rell. I heard you, and I seen you drag
him to the river!" cried Hannibal.
Slosson gave a start of astonish
ment at thla.
"Why, ain't he huteful?" he ex
claimed aghast. "See here, young
feller, that's no kind of a way fo' you
to talk to a man who has rlx his
ten children!"
Agr.ln Bunker swore, while Jim told
Slosson to make haste. This popular
clamor served to recall the tavern
keeper to a sense of duty.
"Ma'am, like I should tote you, or
will you walk?" he Inquired, and
reaching out his hand took hold ot
"I'll walk," said the girl quickly,
shrinking from the contact.
"Keep close at my heela. Hunker,
you tuck along after her with the
"What about thla nigger?" asked
the fourth man.
"Ketch him along with us," said
Slosson. They turned from tho road
while he waa speaking and entered a
narrow path that led off through the
woods, apparently In the direction of
the river. A moment later lietty
heard the carriage drive away. They
went onward In silence for a little
time, then Slosson spoke over his
"Yea, ma'am, I've rlz ten children,
but none of 'em was like him 1
trained 'em up to the minute!" Mr.
Slosson seemed to have passed com
pletely under tho spell of his domes
tic recollections, lor he continued
with Just 'a touch of reminiscent sad
ness in hla tone. "There was all told
four Mrs. Slossons: two of 'em was
South Carolinians, one was from Geor
gia, and the last waa a widow lady
out of east 'Tennessee. She'd burled
three husbands, and I figured wa
could Btart perfectly even." The In
trinsic fairness ot this start made Its
strong appeal. Mr. Slosson dwelt up
on It with satisfaction. "Sh bad
three to ber credit, I bad three to
mine; neither could crow none over
the other."
Learn From Misfortune.
To make capital nut of our ials?or
tunes that ia tbe pblloeoph of tha
tron '
Vivacious V! A souk to tl.ee
To praisu thy Versatility.
'A Varied round thy duty Is
A Very taxInK labor, Viz:
To introduce the lover's Vow,
To start tho Joy-producltu; Vina,
To lead the Virelay somehow,
Ko that it JlnKles line on lln-f.
To give us Verve and also Vim,
To make the Vista that we fee.
And Vauntlnfr that lel'eat Is dim
To lead us on to Victory.
To set ua oulckly In the Van,
To show us our Vindictive fo.-s,
To lend us ViiTor tlil w can
Compel the foi-men to Vamose.
Without thee. V, wo could not Vis
With obstacles that come to View
And. lacking Vuror, wo should die,
' For thou art In our Victuals, too.
Ah, V! When on the Verdant not
Thou bast our Viva Voce. Vote!
How happy when within our purse
We see thee irlowinif Vividly
Then we are not the bast averse
To see another Vls-a-Vls.
Bi t, V, if thou art Vanished, then
AV cannot Veil our jrrlcf, 'y Vum!
There is no word of tonsua or pan
To tell that V-less Vacuum.
Hall, V! Vivaciously on n'.ga
Of smiling Visages the iwinq
That spreads tho (ray Veneennc sndla
Which grows in Vulue all tho while!
O, V, fur be the day when wo
Must slnK our valedictory.
Without thee, V, we fain would Krleve
Tl ou keepest us on the Qui Vive'.
Author A man who wishes he had
aa many readers as critlc3.
A woman who can avoid hating her
Autograph The only thing of an
author'a that collectora do not de
mand. Ballade Something you do much
"better than Villon.
Character Sometimes
without any.
College Story A tale of young peo
ple who could not possibly exist, In an
atmosphere that cannot be breathed.
Dialect Plenty of apoatrophes and
an occasional misspelling.
Friend An acquaintance who never
thought you could write.
An acquaintance who does not be
lieve you can write.
An acquaintance who does not see
how you can write.
An acquaintance who does not see
why you write.
A person who alwaya aska you why
you do not do something like the work
f your successful rival.
Her Faith. '
"Darllnir." savs the enraptured
bridegroom, "what did you ever see in
me that could mako you choose me
from nnione all the other men? You
had many suitors, but I was the only
one for whom none of the other wom
en had a smile. I know I am 111 fa
vored, that I have little wit, am un-
rraceful. undefined and lack polish.
I am the happiest man on earth, but
still I wonder why you chose me."
"Well," calmly said the bride, "I be
lieve In being frark with people, and
then thero can't bo any misunder
standings. I know you are all yol
say, and that further you have a
pickle nose and mismatched eyes, and
that vour ears are always big and red
nnd that your Adam's apple runs up
and down like an elevator wnen you
talk but I am positive that for those
reasons no other woman will be flirt
ing with you and making me unbap.
Safe Prediction.
"I look for " some vnlghty stormy
times In June," saya the man with
the thoughtful eyes.
"Do you do your predicting on the
Hicks system?" aska the man with
the low-cut whiskers.
'No. As soon as my wife learns
that I can't afford to let ber go away
for the summer the stormy season
will be on in full.
nrr-rrrr l?rAI TI1.T-
Toll's Pill " he svstsm Inp-rfrct aMlivt
1 hi, tt iul.t. l" bowel, and pru-
Pemrdy lor lck hesdstbs, constipation.
r-i . vi ri"n
D u mo
1""! R-WOSrros. l-l-HoeA. Us I
, 1 Sot Oo 0 7r- '
In u
nuk Scld Ir Ii"l'K-
To man the moBt fascinating wom
n in the world Is the one he almost.
but not quite, won.
The man who taV.es no Interest In
public schools, good roads, religion of
politics Isn't even a satisfactory has
been. Advice From an Acquaintance.
"Now If I ran get some acquaintance
to indorse my note "
"Hotter try tomo Btranger."
No Call for Anxiety.
The. citizen put the solicited coin
in the hand of tho tramp.
"And now I want your assurance,"
ho said, "that this money will not b
used for any unworthy or unnecessary
The tratnp drew back.
"You don't think f'r a minute that
I'd waste It on food an' clothes, Jo
you?" Iu indignantly demanded.
Made-to-Order Kind.
"My wife la always bringing home
so much toothpowdcr," complained a
ir.an tho other day to a friend. "It'
a waste of money. Aa for me I Just
take the bathtub cleanser aud scrub
my teeth."
Tho pair were walking down Chest
nut street and his companion stopped
in amazement. "What! Doesn't It
hurt your teeth and gums, too?" be
exclaimed almost In horror.
"No," came bark tho surprising re
ply. "You see they're the kind you
buy tt the dentist's."
vvuey I want to get a big effect
With my new spring gown, dear.
Hubby Don't worry, darling; youTl
get It all right In the bill.
Of the Food That Restored Her to
"Something was maklpg me ill and
I didn't know tbe cause," writes a
Colo, young lady: "For two years I
v.aa thin and sickly, suffering from In
digestion and inflammatory rheuma
tism. "I had tried different kinds of diet,
and many of the remedies recommend
ed, but got no better.
"Finally, Mother suggested that I
try Grape-Nuta, and 1 began at once,
eating it with a littlo cream or milk,
A char.ge for the better began at once.
"To-day I am well and am gaining
weight and Btrength nil the time. I've
gained 10 lbB. In tho last five weeks,
and do not suffer any mors from lo
digestion, and tho rheumatism la all
"1 know It la to Grapo-NuU alone
that I owe my restored health. I still
eat the food twice a day and never
tire of it." Name glveu by Postum
Co., Buttle Creek. Mich.
Tho flavour of Grape-Nuta la peculiar
to itself. It Is neutral, not too sweet
and has an ugreeable, healthful quality
that never grows tiresome.
! One of the sources of rheumatism la
from overloading th av atom n-lti
j acid material, the result of imperfect
digestion and asslmllatlcD.
As aoon as improper food is aban
doned and Grapo-Nuta is taken regu
larly, digestion Is made strong, th
organs do their work of building up
good red blood culls aud of carrying
away the excess of disease making
material from the system.
The result Is a certain and ateady
return to normal health and mental
activity. "There's a reaBon." Read
the little book, "The Road to Well
vllle," In pkgs.
lflTr rsd tha abT It-itrrT A mm
mmm ipMra from tlaaa to time. Tl
"r . true, and full ( kuis.
iaurcat. Adv.
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