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THE PRODIGAL JUDGE \ {By VMJOHAMKESTER /jUBsrQtrro/ys By D.Melviu >9". Tmb&obbs Co**wr —o SYNOPSIS. .J^8Cfre ?*. the °PeninS Of the story Is the, library of an old worn-out !°nuvthe"! Plantation, known as the Bar hi«X««rhe ?la<re is to be sold. and its Qulnt^r iSnd 5bat °* lbe ow'ners, the JnnaISrds'^9 tb* subject of discussion by Rrm^»ti^an ^renshaw, a business man, a vl??5er k,nown ^ Bladen, and Bob a farnier. when Hannibal Wayne Bomhf.n^ a, mysterious child of the old VnnoiI71i/a?1 y> makes his appearance. bow he adopted the boy. Na □ifintnVJerJ18 buys lIle Barony, but the ^vnta;ds deny any knowledge of the iTrt-^nancy .to keep Hannibal. Captain nenr«eli* a fr|end of the Quintards. ap nnV £nd a&ks Questions about the Bar nihai Tro.ub,e at Scratch Hill, when Han tain t^S, kidaaPed by Dave Blount, Cap jSJJJ urreU s agent. Ysfcoy overtakes thoK* gv,lini a thrashing and secures Roion?’ i ancy appears before Squire ,H/aa.m; is discharged with costs for HJf Pia,r?tiff- . Betty Malroy, a friend of *!??« »*rnse.^* bas an encounter with Cap .aia "lu.rr1ell* who forces his attentions on £*Aand Js resc'ued by Bruce Carrington. 5**;} ®ets out *or ber Tennessee home. tHkes the same stage. Yancy ana Hannibal disappear, with Murrell on Vel*" jra“- Hannibal arrives at the home 1 r Judge Slocum Price. The Judge recog f|*es lu the boy, the grandson of an old i me iriend. Murrell arrives at Judge’s home. Cavendish family on raft rescue ancy. who is apparently dead. Price freaks jail. Betty and Carrington arrive l.t Belle Plain. Hannibal’s rifle discloses feome startling things to the Judge. Han mbal and Betty meet again. Murrell ar rives in Belle Plain. Is playing for big I’naKes. Yancy awakes from long dream less sleep on board the raft. Judge Price makes startling discoveries in looking up land titles. Charles Norton, a young planter, who assists the judge, is mys teriously assaulted. Norton informs Car rington that Betty has promised to marry i1”** Norton Is mysteriously shot. More *ght on Murrell’s plot. He plans upris Jig of negroes. Judge Price, with Hanni bal. visits Betty, and she keeps the boy a® a companion. In a stroll Betty takes with Hannibal they meet Bess Hicks, daughter of the overseer, who warns petty of danger and counsels her to leave Belle Plain at once. Betty, terri ned. acts on Bess’ advice, and on their jay their carriage it stopped by Slosson, tavern keeper, and a confederate, and petty and Hannibal are made prisoners, ine pair are taken to Hicks' CAbln. in an almost Inaccessible spot, and there Mur f?" visits Betty and reveals his part in the plot and his object. Betty spurns his proffered love and the interview is *nded by the arrival of Ware, terrified at possible outcome of the crime. Judge tlon. The Judge takes charge of the lituation, and search for the missing ones s instituted. Carrington visits the Judge and allies are discovered. Judge Price risits Colonel Fentress, where he meets i ancy and Cavendish. Becoming enraged. Price dashes a glass of whisky Into the rolonel’s face and a duel is arranged. Mur rell is arrested for negro stealing and Ills bubble bursts. The Judge and Mahaffy Use us s the coming duel. Carrington nakes frantic search for Betty and the boy. Carrington finds Betty and Hanni bal, ar.d a fierce gun fight follow’s. Yancy ippears and assists in the rescue. Bruce ^arrington and Betty come to an under standing. The Judge receives an import ant letter. Solomon Mahaffv’s last fight. Kights duel for the Judge and is killed. Hannibal proves to be Judge's grandson, ind told the story of his life. CHAPTER XXXIII.— (Continued.) “What does this ridiculous mockery mean?” he demanded harshly. "Mr. Sheriff, as a member of the bar, X protest! Why don't you clear the building?” He did not wait for Betts to answer him, but continued. “Where Is this man Hues?” "Yonder, colonel, by the captain,” said Betts. “I have a warrant for his arrest. You will take him into custody.' “Wait!" cried the judge. “1 repre sent Mr. Hues. 1 desire to see that warrant!" , But Fentress ignored him. He ad dressed the crowded benches. “Gentlemen, it is a serious matter forcibly to seize a man without author ity from the courts and expose him to the danger of mob violence—Mr. Hues will learn this before we have lone with him.” Instantly there was a noisy demon stration that swelled into a burst of applause, which quickly spent itself. The struggle seemed to have nar n.wed to an Individual contest for supremacy between Fentress and the ludge. On the edge of the ralled-off apace they confronted each other: the colonel, a tall, well-cared for pres ence; the judge, shabby and unkempt. For a moment their eyes met, while the Judge's face purpled and paled, and purpled again. The silence deep ened. Fentress' thin lips opened, twitched, but no sound came from them; then his glance wavered and fell. He turned away. "Mr. Sheriff!” he called sharply. "All right, colonel!" / “Take your man into custody.” or lered Fentress. As he spoke he hand * ed the warrant toward Betts, who .looked at it. grinned, and stepped to ward Hues. He would have pushed the judge aside had not that gentle man, bowing civilly, made way tor bim. “In my profound respect for the law bnd properly constituted authority 1 field to no man, not even to Colonel Fentress,” he said, with a gracious gesture. “I would not place the slight est obstacle in the way of Its sanc tioned manifestation. Colonel Fen tress comes here with that high sanc tion." He bowed again ceremoniously to the colonel. "1 repeat. I respect his dependence upon the law!” He whirled suddenly. "Cavendish—Yancy—Car rington—I call upon you to arrest John Murrell! I do this by virtue of the authority vested in me as a Judge of the United States federal court. His crime—a mere trifle, my friends— passing counterfeit money! Colonel Fentress will inform you that this is a violation of the law which falls within my jurisdiction," and he beamed blandly on Fentress. “It's a He!" cried the colonel. “You’ll answer for that later!" said the judge, with abrupt austerity of tone. “For all we know you may be some fugitive Jrom justice!—Why, your name isn't Price!" “Are you sure of that?" asked the judge quickly. “You’re an impostor! Your name is Turberville!” “Permit me to relieve your appre hensions. It is Turberville who has received the appointment. Would you like to examine my credentials?—i have them by me—no? 1 am obliged for your introduction. It could not have come at a more timely moment." The judge seemed to dismiss Fentress contemptuously. Once more he faced the packed benches. “Put down your weapons!” he commanded. “This man Murrell will not be released. At the first effort at rescue he will be shot where he sits—we have sworn it—his plotting is at an end.” He stalked nearer the benches. “Not one chance in a thousand remains to him. Either he dies here or he lives to be taken before every Judge in the state, ir necessary, until we find one with cour age to try him! Make no mistake— it will best conserve the ends of Jus tice to allow the state court’s juris diction in this case; and I pledge my self to furnish evidence which will start him well on his road to the gal lows!” The judge, a tremendous pres ence, stalked still nearer the benches. Outfacing the crowd, a sense of the splendor of the part he was being called upon to play flowed through him like some elixir; he felt that he was transcending himself, that his In spiration was drawn from the hidden springs of the spirit, and that he • uuia ueiuier lauer nor go astray. "You don’t know what you are med dling with! This man has plotted to lay the south In ruins—he has been arming the negroes—it is incredible that you should all know this—to such I say, go home and thank God for your escape! For the others"— his shaggy brows met in a menacing frown—“if they force our hand we will toss them John Murrell’s dead carcass—that's our answer to their challenge!” He strode out among the gun muz zles which wavered where they still covered him. He was thinking of Ma haffy—MahafTy, who had said he was still a man to be reckoned with. "Do you know what a servile insur rection means?—you men who have wives and daughters, have you thought of their fate? Of the mon strous savagery to which they would be exposed? Do you believe he could limit and control it? Look at him! Why, he has never had a considera tion outside of his own safety, and yet he expects you to risk your necks to save his! He would have left the state before the first blow was struck —his business was all down river— but we are going to keep him here to answer for his crimes! The law, as implacable as it is impartial, has put its mark on him—the shadow in which he sits is the shadow or the gallows!” The judge paused, but the only sound in that expectant silence was the heavy breathing of men. He drew his unwieldly form erect, while his voice rumbled on, aggressive and threatening In Its every intonation. "You are here to defend something that no longer exists. Your organ ization is wrecked, your signals and passwords are known, your secrets have become public property—I can even produce a list of your mertibers; there are none of you who do not stand in imminent peril—yet under stand. i have no wish to strike at those who have been misled or coerced into joining Murrell’s band!” The judge’s sodden old face glowed now with the magnanimity of his sen ttments. "But I have no feeling ot mercy for your leaders, none for Mur rell himself. Put down your guns'— you can only kill us after we have killed Murrell—but you can’t kill the law! If the arch conspirator dies in this room and hour, on whose head will the punishment fall?” He swung round his ponderous arm In a sweep ing gesture and shook a fat but ex pressive fore-finger in the faces of those nearest him. "On yours—and yours—and yours!” Across the space that separated them the judge grinned his triumph at his enemy. He had known when Fentress entered the room that a word or a sign from him would pre cipitate a riot, but he knew now that neither this word nor this sign would be given. Then quite suddenly he strode down the aisle, and foot by foot Fentress yielded ground before his advance. A murderous light flashed from the judge’s bloodshot eyes and his right hand was stealing toward the frayed tails of his coat. "Look out—he's getting ready to shoot!” cried a frightened voice. instantly by doors and windows the j crowd, seized with inexplicable panic, emptied itself into the court-house yard. Fentress was caught up in the rush and borne from the room and from the building. When he reached the graveled space below the steps he turned. The judge was in the door way, the center of a struggling group; Mr. Bowen, the minister, Mr. Saul and Mr. Wesley were vainly seeking to pinion his arm. "Draw—damn you!" he roared at Fentress, as he wrenched himself free, and the crowd swayed to right and left as Fentress was seen to reach for his pistol. Mr. Saul made a last frantic effort to restrain his friend; he seized the judge’s arm just as the latter’s finger pressed the trigger, and an instant later Fentress staggered back with the judge's bullet in his shoulder. CHAPTER XXXIV. Good Times Coming. It was not strange that a number of gentlemen in and about Raleigh yield ed to an overmastering impulse to vis it newer lands, nor was it strange that the initial steps looking toward the indulgence of their desires should have been taken in secrecy. Mr. Peg loe was one of the first to leave; Mr. Saul had informed him of the judge’s declared purpose of shooting him on sight. Even without this useful hint this result; that when the Judge took occasion to call at the tavern, and th« hostile nature of his visit was em phasized by tbe cautious manner ot his approach, he was greatly shocked to discover that his Intended victim had sold his business overnight for a small lump sum to Mr. Saul’s brother in-law, who had appeared most op portunely with an offer. Pegloe’s flight created something of a sensation, but it was dwarfed by the sensation that developed a day or so later when it became known that Tom Ware and Coionei Fentress had likewise fled the country. Still later, Fentress’ body, showing marks of vio lence, was washed ashore at a wood yard below Girard. It was conjec tured that he and Ware had set out from The Oaks to cross the river; there was reason to believe that Fen tress had In his possession at the time a considerable sum of money, and it was supposed that his com panion had murdered and robbed him. Of Ware’s subsequent career nothing was ever known. These were, after all, only episodes in tbe collapse of the tilan, sporitie manifestations of the great work of disintegration that was going forward and which the judge, more than any other, perhaps, had brought about. This was something no one ques tioned, and he quickly passed to the first phase of that unique and peculiar esteem in which he was ever after held. His fame widened with the suc ceeding suns; he had offers ot help which impressed him as so entirely creditable to human nature that he quite lacked the heart to refuse them, especially as he felt that in the im provement or his own condition tne world had bettered Itself and wfas moving nearer those sound and right eous ideals of morality and patriotism which had never lacked his indorse ment, no matter how inexpedient it had seemed for him to put them into practice. But he was not diverted from his ultimate purpose by the glamour of a present popularity; he was able to keep his bleared eyes resolutely fixed on the main chance, namely the Fentress estate and the Quintard lands, it was highly im portant that he should go east to South Carolina to secure documentary evidence that would establish his own and Fentress’ identity; to Kentucky, where Fentress had lived prior to his coming to Tennessee. Early In November the judge set out by stage on his journey east; he was accompanied by Yancy and Han 1 1 1 .. i * "Draw, Damn Youl” He Roared at Fentress. tne tavern-keeper had known that he should experience intense embarrass ment in meeting the judge; thi3 was now a dreary certainty. “You reckon he means near ail he says?" he had asked, his fat sides shaking. “I’d take his word a heap quicker than I would most folks’,” answered Mr. Saul with conviction. Pegloe promptly had a sinking spell. He recalled the snuffing of the can dles by the judge, an extremely de pressing memory under the circum stances; also the reckless and head long disregard of consequences which had characterized so many of that gentleman’s acts, and his plans shaped themselves accordingly, with -----A nibal, from neither of whom could he bring himself to be separated; and as the woods, flaming now with the torch of frost, engulfed the little town, he turned In his seat and looked back. He had entered it by that very road, a beggar on foot and in rags; he was leaving it in broadcloth and tine linen, visible tokens of his altered fortunes. More than this, he could trust his hands deep down into his once empty pockets and hear the clink of gold and silver. The Judge slowly withdrew his eyes from the last gray roof that showed among the trees, and faced the east and the fu ture with a serenely confident ex pression. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Why Neighbors Fall Out I - -.V Here Are Some of the Remarks That Often Start the Clothesline Quarrels. "Yes, I’m going to bring your lawn mower borne tomorrow, sure. Tbe blamed old rattletrap is no good, any way." "Ma wants to know ir sbe can bor row -mother cup o' sugar of you to day? She's keepin' track of all of it.' "I wish you'd keep your chickens in your own yard. This is the sixth time I've planted corn Id my garden, aEd I'm getting sick of seeing your hens gel it all." "Say, that kid of your wants to quit his heaving rocks against uiy bam; or, by heavens, i'll get after him good and plenify.” "Why in thunder don't you keep your dog at home? He’s chased our cat upon the house three tin-es this morning. I'll shoot the critter sure It you don't keep him tied up." "Your boy busted my boy's coaster V last night, and I've come over to see what you propose to do about It." “Can’t you put some kind or a muzzle on that blamed old rooster you are harboring? He's the pest of the neighborhood. Nobody can get a de cent night’s rest around here.” "Yes, I ought to have sent your pa per right back; but I'll have Johnnie bring it over in a lew minutes, as soon as I read the sports page."—Los Angeles Express. Legislative Optimist. A novel description of an optimist was given recently by a congressman who had suffered an onslaught of popular protest in "appeals" from his district. He insisted that an optim ist was a man who could make “nice, sweet, pink lemonade out of the yel low. sour things called 'lemons' that have been handed him." "That." he said, with a grimace, "is what I call an optimist." May it not also be true, as one of his companions suggested, that some of the sweetest things in life owe much of their at tractiveness to the subacid, aromatic Influence of this same sour "lemon” which is so frequently "handed” po litical leaders? The joke was repeated In the pres ence of an attache of a foreign dele gation. who thought it so good that he wanted to pass it on, but he failed io catch the full significance of the phrase "handed a lemon.” so he changed the expression to “making nice, sweet, pink lemonade out of yel low addled eggs thrown at him, you know,” and when there was a smile he retorted hastily: "Oh—perhaps I've got the yellow eggs broke?”—Na tional Magazine. Swift Experiences. "Sometimes a man has a hard time getting finally located in the United States senate.” "Yes,” replied Senator Sorghum. “Sometimes a legislature sends along a man who scarcely gets through reading the word 'Welcome' on the door mat before some one calls bis attention to a sign, 'This Way out.' ” • Got Even With Critic. The Abbfe d'Aubignac, who wrote admirably on dramatic composition, and had Instanced many living exam ples of failure in that direction, was so Imprudent,-after thirty years’ si lence. as to write a tragedy himself. In the preface be boasted that he, of all dramatists, had "most scrupulous ly observed the rules or Aristotle, whc.te Inspiration he had followed!” To this it was replied by one who had suffered from his criticism: "I do not quarrel with the Abbe d’Aubignac for having followed the precepts of Aris totle. but I cannot pardon the precepts of Aristotle that caused the abbe to write such a tragedy.” A Good Cure, “Wh-wow-wh-wh-what dud-do y-y-you d-d-dod-dc fuffor y-y-your s-s-slss-stut tut-tuttering, old mum-man?” ashed one confirmed stammerer the other day of another. “W-w-w-wow-well,” said the second. "I-I-M’ve fuf-found cuk-couslderab!e ruh-ruh-relief fuf-fuf-from kuk-keeplng mum-my mum-mum-mum-mouth sh-sh shut.”—Harper's Weekly. HE KNEW WHAT TO AVOID If Knowing Human Nature Would Do It, This Man Would Have Made Good Preacher. “Dr. John Haynes Holmes, who preached a Bull Moose sermon to President Taft the Sunday before elec tion day. Isn’t like Washington White,” said a member of Dr. Holmes’ Church of the Messiah in New York. Washington White was an aged hod carrier. Laying down his paper one evening he said to his wife over his spectacles: " ‘Martha, I believe I'd make a preacher. Listen, now, and I'll give you a sermon.’ “The old man then stood up to the table and bellowed out a vigorous dis course on the wickedness of the idola ters of the Orient. “His wife said at the end: “ ‘A good enough sermon, Washing ton, but you've told us all about the sins of the foreigners, and never a word about the sins of the folks at home here.’ " ‘Ha, ha, ha, 1 understand preachin' too well for that,’ laughed the wily old man.” Too Many Amateurs. Dr. Woods Hutchinson, at the Twentieth Century club in Boston, condemned baked beans. “We hear a lot,” he said, "about the raw vegetable cure, the starvation or fast cure, the fruit cure, and what-not. These things, no less than baked beans, are bad for us unless they are recommended by an experienced die tician. “There are too many amateur die ticians—and we all know tlie ama teur. “An amateur photographer was showing me some snapshots of Italy. “ 'And these leaning buildings, what are they?' I asked. 'They are some buildings in Pisa.' he replied. 'That perfectly straight one near them is the famous leaning tower.’ ” Epigram. “That wasn't a bad epigram on the magistrate's part,” said the somewhat educated tramp, who had been con victed for vagrancy. “What did he say?” asked the tramp's pal. “Seven day,” came the reply. “That ain’t no epigram, is it?" “I'm sure it is. I asked a parson once what an epigram was, and he says, ‘It's a short sentence that sounds light, but gives you plenty to think about.” Scarce as Hen’s Teeth. Mr. Crimsonbeak—That bachelor friend of mine is looking for a partner for his joys and sorrows. Mrs. Crimsonbeak—Well, it seems to me he's a long time about it. “Yes; you see he's looking for a si lent partner.” Defending Mother. “Papa, mamma says that one-lialt the world doesn't know bow the other half lives.” “Well, she shouldn't blame herself, dear, it Isn’t her fault.” Dangerous Remedy. “Give the patient a little liquor, why don't you?” “Can't; it would set him crazy. He has water on the brain.” Banquets. “Pa, why do people have banquets?” “For the purpose of giving men who do not get a chance to talk at home talk away from home.” Dr. Pierce’s Pleasant Pellets cure consti pation. Constipation is the cause of many diseases. Cure the cause and you cure the disease. Easy to take. Adv. Rather Strenuous. “Did they kiss and make up?” “Yes. and after they kissed, Bella had to make up again.” It’s a safe bet that most of your friends are people who want you to work for them without pay. 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