THE 01IAIIA' DAILY HKI2: SATURDAY, MAT 21, 1904.
A DEFEATED LIEN
BY CI1AS. S. RE ID.
(Copyright, 1304, by Charles 8. Rcid.)
ti Lunt had sis-ned a Hen on the Duke
srop, therefore he rod toward. th Uttlo
'arm with the air of one In authority If not
wnrship. If ha had not signed the ,Ilen
.he Dukes might hare com hungry and
Ihrfr ground seedleaa.
Hot! Gee, whl!"
lie clld off the back end of his mule Into
.be middle of the road, raising a cloud of
fellow dust about him as his feet struck
ihe ground. 1-eavlnf his mule standing In
:he road he walked ever to the fence and
Iropped his elbows upon the top rail. In
Jie field beyond was a young woman chop
ping cotton with a heavy gooseneck hoe.
Fhere were half a thousand stonns to every
iquare yard of soli, but the- ring of the
noe blade did n.t strike out of Si Lunt'a
thoughts the thing he had stopped thare to
ay. The woman hoed oo until 81 called
tter.
"Hannah," he said. "I va stopped here
lo say word."
The woma.. faced about, pushed the split
bonnet back on her hea4 and wiped the
lusty perspiration from her brow with the
lleeve of her shabby homespui waist.
"I'm a llstenin'," she said.
Hannah's cheeks were glowing. There
was a rich beauty in her face despite Its
premature lines of care.
"Futy hot," declared SI, mopping his
9wn brow. ,
"The ground's so hard an' there's so
many rocks," began Hannah, "that dad an'
me can't keep an edge on our hoes at all.
(t makei the choppln' powerful hard."
"I reckon so. But what I wanted to talk
to ye about Is that lien up yonder at town."
"What about It, Mr. LuntT"
''Well, it's a golrr a lectio ton fast t.,
ult me, that's all. Ye see, I signed that
Hen as landlord, an' I can't get a rent o'
my rent out o' this crop till It's paid off.
t don't reckon ye' re squeesln' down quite
tight enough."
Hannah pulls 1 the split bonnet back over
ber face and looked toward the ground.
"That Men's for J6," Lunt went on. "an"
that's $5 a month for sevten months. I
guess ye ain't cuttln' your bacon thin
enough, somehow. An' then I see ye got
two whole bushels o' corn at once, bgln
nln' this month an' that's two out o' them
16 right there."
"We had to get one o" them two busheli
to swap for" Hannah paused and lowered
her chin again.
"Swap It for what, I wonder?" 81
squinted. It waa his way of expressing
relish for a scent of trickery.
"For for," stammered Hannah, "why,
ma ain't gettln' any better somehow, an'
we've had to gel: some medicine far her,
some kind that co?t a dollar a bottle."
"Poh! that kind o' medicine's about
what's the matter with her how. Don't
reckon she'll be ablo to help any at all In,
the choppln', will she?"
"I don't reckon she will. It's about all
she can do to- fry the meat an', turn the
pan." .Hannah's bosom heaved laboriously
and she looked toward a range of hills in
the distance.
"Reckon ye haven't changed your mind
any lately, have ye, Hannah?" SI asked
moment later. "Because, ye see. If ye hsd,
It wouldn't make so much difference about
the lien up yonder." He was staring at the
back of Hannah's head, for the girl stIU
held her faoe averted.
"No, I haven't changed my mind a bit,"
said Hannah presently, "an' I don't reckon
there's any use to talk about that any
more. As for the Hen, it'll last till it give
out, I guess."
"Tes, It'll last till It gives out. But I
reckon ye know how they wouldn't nr
furnished Bill Dukes $10 worth on A Hen If
I hadn't signed the paper, don't yeP
"Maybe not: I don't knV'. But the Hen's
made now, an' we've goi to make this
crop, haven't we?"
"Yes, that's so. I was thlnkln though,
If ye'd changed your mind any, we might
put a half-grown nigger in your place, an
save ye a lot o' herd work this summer.
But je say ye haven't changed?"
"Yes, I said I hadn't changed."
"H'm. r.o.r I don't reckon there's many
girls helpln' their dads work out a Hen
arounl here that wouldn't Jump at thq
chance to bo Mrs. 81 Lunt No. 2?"
"Maybe not."
"Strange thing, anyhow, how I got to
llkin' ye so well, after havln' such a row
with my own son an' runnln' him clean
out o' the country because he wanted to
marry ye thru year ago. He's got In a
ood humor, though," continued Bi. "Got
SORE HMDS
itching, Burning Palms,
Painful Finger Ends,
Shapeless Nails.
SOREFEET
Inflamed, . Itching, Burning,
Sore, Tender and
Perspiring.
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a letter from him here in my pocket now."
Mr. Lunt placed his band on his breast
pocket. "All the way from Arkansaw
want to read it, Hannah?", The tone of his
voice expressed sarcasm, and he smiled as
he went on, relishing the torture he felt
quite sure he was Infllotlng upon the girl.
"Never says anything about his family
out there, though I reckon he has a brat or
two by now. Don't think they have any
lien laws in Arkansaw, leastwise not the
kind we've got here In Carolina."
With a s.t grin on his face be continued
to stare at the back of Hannah's split bon
net, while he thrashed the rails playfully
with hla riding switch. Hannah was trac
ing the scallops of the distant ridge against
the sky with her eyes, and only set her
teeth firmly upon her lower Hp when 81
Intimated that Tom Lunt had a family In
Arkansas.
"Don't want to read Tom's letter,
then?" aaked 81, after a pause of aome
moments.
"Don't reckon X do," answered Hannah,
a mixture of tobacco and fig leavea, which
Oiled the room with a not unpleasant odor.
"Dad." said HannaA as sne poured tne
meat and grease together from the frying
paa into a dish on the table, "bow much
ootton are we gola' to make en the tea
acres we got in?"
"Oet four bales. I reckon." answered Bill,
"but that ain't lowin' for ; any - drouths
or wet spells. That's about all the laud
we re tendlu'U natcherly make, with every
thing fair." ,
An' how much will our part be?"
"Why. Jest two bales, because, ye know,
Lunt s furnlshin' stock an' tools."
"A a' bow much money will two bales
bring ?"
"I guess about $00."
"An1 the lien e 36."
"Yes, an' we'll have to stretch It to forty
five by time the gathertn's over."
"We'll have about tii left, then?"
"Jest about, as I flgser it. If no bad luck
happens along. Never can tell, though. A
right bad drouth now would bring us out
short o' the lien an' the Lord knows whst
'ud happen then. I reckon Lunt 'ud go
clean craty, an' we'd have a hard enough
time to give a Hen neat year. But I wonder
what ye're ask In' all them question,
about?"
"I been thlnkln' about Mr. Lunt a wantin'
ore. do for three years. I've .truck a good
thing out there, and I've saved IB.OnOi
More than that, my dad hasn't had a line
from me since I went west. Now, I won
der what he told ye that for?"
"Maybe It was because" Hannah
paused, and a blush enlivened her cheeks.
"Because what, Hannah?" There was
sadnesa in Tom's tone.
"Becsus. Tom, if X must tell ye, be
he wanted me to marry him."
Tom was silent, and h. glanced off to
ward the home of Ms childhood. 81
Lunt'S house across the field. Hannah
caught his glance and the neat moment
the gaie of the two met again.
"I'd been thlnkln I'd drop round an'
see him before gain' back, but I've Jest
now chanted my mind. An' Hannah,
I've got the ring all ready. Will ye let
me put Ifon?"
A gem between Tom's fingers sparkled
In the moonlight Hannah extended her
hand; and Tom, catching her In his arms,
slipped the ring upon her finger.
A few days later 81 Lunt, passing the
fields where Bill Duke's crop was pitched,
noted that a stout aegro boy had taken
Hannah's place In the field, and he rode
on to town wondering how this had hap
pened. In town he learned that Bill's lien
had been cancelled and hts account paid.
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THE MAN STOOD STILL A MOMENT, X HEN WITH A SMILE. EXTENDED HIS ARMS TOWARD HANNAH.
after another moment of sllenoe. And,
turning suddenly to the row of young
eotton plants, she began chopping again,
the hoe blade sending out a; series of
clear rings as the edge of It came in con
tact with the atones.
81 lingered a few minutes watching the
work of the girl, then turned to his pa
tient old mule in the road.
"Hannah," he called once more, as he
placed his hand on the bridle rein, "tell
BUI I said to squeese down on his bacon
and corn bread an' his coffee, for I
r itkon it would be better for the health
of all . of ye to leave off coffee."
Hannah had paused again to hear what
he had to say, but made no reply; and 81
climbed Into the saddlo.
"One thing more, Hannah," he added.
"Ye might do a leetle right good thlnkln'
'twlxt now and the Fourth of July. I've
got an idea some purty hot weather would
help' ye to change your mind."
Giving his mule's shanks a savage
whack . with hla riding switch he rode
away, followed by the vigorous ring of
Hantiah'a hoe among the rocks.
When Lunt was out of sight,. Hannah
stopped and leaned for some time on the
handle of her hoe, feeling sick at heart
Presently a sound reached ber ear, a
low, reverbatlng sound that came over
the hills and through the ravines from
town. It was the chime of the 12 o'clock
whistle at the cotton mill. Hannah lis
tened until the last echo had died away
among the ridges. The.t, chopping on
to the end of the row, she leaned ber hoe
against the fence and started briskly
across the field toward a cabin In the
edge of a piece of woodland.
Almost at the door of the oabln she was
met by a middle-aged man who had come
from another field.
"Dad." she said, addressing the man,
"Mr. Lunt said we'd have to cut down on
our bacon and cornbread, Because that
lien was goln' too fast."
"Cut down!" exclaimed Bill Dukes. "It
'pears to me we're eatln' about as little
as we can make It on, lesan the ground
wan't ao eternal rocky." He followed Han
pah Into the house. "Was that all he said,
Hannah?" be asked, throwing his hat into
a corner,
"Well, no. He ssked If I'd I'd changed
my mind any about what he asked me two
or three weeks ago."
"An" X reckon ye told him ye? hadn't?"
"Yes, I told him I hadn't. Feeliu' any
better, mat" Hannah had turned to a frail
little woman sitting near one of the email
windows, two of which lighted the room.
"Bome better, I reckon, hut none too
etout yet," was the reply.
The midday meal was eaten In silence,
and Hannah and Bill Dukes again went to
the fields. Hunnah returned slowly. Stoop
ing at the edge of the yard and plucking
a bunch of violets, she systematically
pinched away their petals, one by one, as
she went along.
The afternoon work dragged slowly, and
Hannah frequently found herself staring at
the hills, while her hoe rested. Boreetlarns
she wee wondering what kind of a wife
Tom Lunt had got In Arkansas. Sometimes
she was wondering what kind of work was
to be done in a cotton mill and bow It
looked In there.
At last the sun dropped from view, and
Hannah chopped out another round before
the first half dosen stars showed faintly
In the sky. This time she did not hurry so
briskly toward the cabin. She took the
bonnet from her head and swung (t In her
hand, allowing the breese to cool her fore
head and cheeks.
As Hannah laid the table en hour later,
Bill Duke sat near the fireplace smoking
ua to cut down our bread an' meat, an I
wanted to see how it would come out"
"That's a thing ws jest natcherly can't
tell about. ' There's no accquntln' for what
wind an' weather'll do." I
Bill laid his pipe on the window sill, and
the three drew up to the table. Llttie talk
ing waa done while tbe meal lasted. After
aupper Hannah dragged a chair after her
into the yard. The moon was shining
brightly: and Hannah had been seated un
der the branches of an old oak only a few
mlnutea when a mocking bird, perched on
the topmoat point of a- dead pine whloh
had been left standing alone in the field 200
yards away began pouring forth his rich
melody.
But Hannah heard its muslo only In a
vague sort of way. She was young, only
19, yet three years ago she had been ready
to marry Tom Lunt because she loved him.
Tom's father had forbidden it and. had
forced the boy to leave home. Hannah was
thinking of the night Tom went away, of
how he pleaded with her to go with him,
of her refusal to go so far away from her
parents, and, finally, of how Tom had
kissed ber and told her he was going to
make himself Independent, then return and
marry her In the face of all opposition. But
81 Lunt had spoken that day , of Tom's fam
ily in Arkansas. Hannah stared for a long
time out across tbe moonlight field. Then
she pressed hor fingers to her eyes and
drew them away moistened with teardrops.
There waa a pathway leading from the
very roots of the tree near which Hannah
waa sitting, around tbe edge of the woods,
to the highway! and the girl waa startled
presently by the sound of a footstep directly
behind her. She turned her head quickly
and waa startled this time by the presence
of a tall man within six feet of ber. The
man stood atiir a moment, then, with a
smile, extended his arms toward Hannah.
The girl leaned forward and, with a little
cry of surprise, recognised Tom Lunt But
Instead of advancing to meet him she dww
back, even taking a step toward the cabin.
"Why, Hannah, girl, what Is the matter?'
asked Tom, coming forward. ,
Hannah waited for him, but made no
offer of the reception which Tom eeemed
to expect.
"I'm glad to see you. Tom," she eald,
"but I it seems that tilings are not like
they used to be, an' I reckon"
"Reckon what? Why, Hannah! What's
the matter? - Ye don't mean te say ye're
lovln' somebody else? Ye're not married,
surely? Why, girl. I've come two thousand
milae Jest to see ye!"
The sentence tumbled over each other.
But Hannah did not reply at once, and
tbe moonlight showed a ring of white
about her lips. Tom stood waiting, his
eyes never turning from her face.
At last the girl managed to speak, and
tbe one question uppermost ia her
thoughts slipped from her Hps in a low
tone.
"Ain't you married, Tom?" she asked,
allowing her chin to drop to her bosom
aa she uttered It.
It waa Tom's turn to rem am silent, but
the cause of his silence was amasemeut.
"Hannah," be began, as soon as he
eould control his thoughts, ."somebody's
been lyln' about me. Who ia it? Did ye
think I'd forgot? Did ye think I could
ever forget enough to marry somebody
else? I never oould, Hannah, didn't ye
know that?"
"Your father told me today he had a
letter from you. and he spoke of your
family."
"Where did he say I lived?"
"In Arksnsaw."
"Well, Hannah, I've been 11 via' la Col-
And he further learned before returning
home that Bill had a credit of $100 at
the bank. 81 frequently scratched the
back of hla head, aa his mule jogged
along the road home; and reaching Duke's
field, he let down a panel of the fence
and rode straight across to where Bill
was chopping out the last, row of oot
ton. "Bill," said Si, abruptly, "do you know
if Tom Luut's been in this neighborhood
lately?"
"Well, yes," answered Bill, "he was
here a few nights ago him an' Hannah's
gone on their honeymoon."
"Well, ding my buttons! an' d n the
lien law!" muttered Mr. Lunt, as he
tu'rued and rode back toward the fence.
And his mood waa hot the least bit soft
ened by a shout from Bill, which reached
his ears against the breeze:
"SI, be sartaln ye put up that panel
o' fence after ye go through,"
Automobiles look for them In The Bee
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HUNTERS FEAR THE RED LYNX
When Hungry the California Variety
la Like a Bnllde Cos.
" . Ma.
California has In her hill the largest
and most kind hearted of the great tight
eners, the grlzsly, and at the same time
the smallest and most treacherous, the red
lynx. Most hunters call them "wild cats,"
but they are not the real wild eat has a
long tall, and lives only in Europe; In
fact, ba'e about extinct .now, and old
hunters dread tbe walling midnight cry
of a hungry lynx more tban they do all
the growls of a grlxsly ever let out. For
when a lynx Is maddened by hunger, he
fears neither man nor beast, and meet of
the animals of the forest give him the
road without waiting for him to ask for it
In Canada and even in the northern row
of atates of this nation the lynxee grow
to be much larger than they do here, In
the warmer climate cf tbe southwest
There, too. they are hunted for their fur,
but here that fur Is worthless, and, save
for those killed by an occasional hunter,
the lynxes hold undisputed sway la the
fcthtlle.
The trouble Is that the rascals do not
stay In the foothills, but wander all aver
wherever their fanoy smells chicken, for
that is their special dellgnt, and they ter
rorise outlying poultry farmers accord
ingly. They never make the mistake that
the fabled fox did of getting into a hole
through which they cannot return with a
fat hen or a young turkey. In the low
lands they stay around the thick willow
groves, never venturing far by daylight,
but never forgetting tbe way to an un
guarded chicken coop by night. During
the day they sleep In thick grass or weeds,
or sometimes curled up like a kitten on a
broad limb. No matter how soundly they
may be sleeping you can never "catch
one napping," for at the slightest sound
of your approach he will clear tha ten
or fifteen feet between his nest and tbe
ground snd be' off like a flash In the
undergrowth. About the only way to get
these fellows Is with hounds, and then
generally one or two of the dogs got
pretty severely chewed up.
In the hills the lynxes usually stay in
thick underbrush or in cavea during tht
day. coming out to wcrk havoc in the quail
coveys by moonlight Then, If the night
bo bruiht, the hund hunter has real sport
rousing the round-eyed owls with hie
1 shouU of cucoumgetneut to the dogs.
which are not always raady to rush lata
the teeth of an engry cat
It Is almost Impossible to trap a cat,
though a hungry lion may occasionally
he caught In this manner. Now and then
a cat can be run Into a trap previously
set along a runway, and In this way the
lumbermen of the Canadian pineries take
many of the cats that Infest the great
forests of the north. The further south
you go the smaller the lynxes become, until
the family winds up with the little pampas
eat of the South American plains. Our
lynx, however, is the most savage of all
and the hardest for any dog, no matter
how good he may be, to muster. In a
fight a cat has an Immfnw advantage
over a dog in that he can fight with all
fours and usually does so. There is little
worse can befall a green pack of doge
than to shake an old lynx out of a tree
Into their midst. When a lynx fights, ne
doesn't bite and let go like a wolf or
dog, but bites end hangs on like a bull
dog, while his claws keep up a sort of
snare drum accompaniment on the dog'e
ribs. It takes a mighty good dog to do
up a lynx, and when a thoroughbred
hunter gets such a dog It takes a mighty
good price to buy him. Loe Angeles
Times.
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tnknown.
Illustrators for books and periodicals re
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The late Hamilton Gibson, who, without
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tration, obtained about f&0 for even small
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Issued many years ago by the Pennsyl
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Only a few illustrators ean command so
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These are men of world-wide reputation,
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The men who command from $100 to $500
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The men and women who draw for the
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able kind of work for a large number of
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A few publishers have occasionally at
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by having Illustrations made from photo
graph taken .directly from posed models.
Figure work of this kind la usually nothing
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the highest delight In the failure of such
attempts to crowd them out
Bome highly successful landscape Illus
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rectly from nature, and soma of the pub
lishers profess to hope that they may yet
succeed with figure Illustrations of tho
same kind. New York Sun. .
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