THE
PRODIGAL
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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
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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.”
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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
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Cruel, Cruel Answer.
"See, darling!” and Mrs. Juatwed
held up for her husband’s gaze three
mirrors arranged so as to give as
many reflections. "I can get a triple
view of myself.” "Humph!” gurgled
her brute of a man, struggling with
his collar. "You seem to be quite
popular with yourself!”—Judge.
Good Reason.
"Mrs. Comeup is always boasting
that her husband can take any man’s
measure.”
"That's true. He used to be a tail
or."
Retiring Place.
"Where have you put your essays
on the dove of peace?”
“In the pigeon hole.”
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Christmas Presents m Quality Hardware
will be more appreciated because they will give lasting service
Every Housewife Appreciates a Good Wringer
Anchor Brand Wringers
have given many housewives many easy Mondays
for many years. Our Double Guarantee Tag
attached to every one.
You may buy a cheaper wringer but you can
not buy a better wringer than the Anchor Brand,
t Made in the largest clothes wringer factory in the
world and only of the best materials that can be
secured by
Lovell Manufacturing Co., Erie, Penn.
Mike Year Wife Hippy by giving her a
Wright Sewing Machine
The Double Guarantee Tag Is placed on all
Wright Sewing Machines. They embody all
that ia ideal in modern sewing machines. The
bead is broad, high and neat. The needle bar
works without friction. The tension is auto
matic, Automatic Drophead, Automatic Bobbin
winder. Cabinet work and finish is the highest
grade. There is no better machine made. Man
ufactured by
National Sewing Machine Co.
Clean Clipper Cutlery
is our own special brand made for us by the Wester Knife Co., bearing our
stamp as well as their stamp. Because of the quality we place on Clean
f Sharp Keen
Clipper Cutlery our Double Guarantee Tag which covers material and
guarantees satisfaction. Nothing can be more appropriate for Christmas
than a good serviceable pocket knife.
After all why buy dealer’s brand hardware without the
maker’s name when you can buy time tried and true factory
brands with the Double GuaranteedV Quality Hardware Tag.
Don't Buy Experiments
The quality of the above brands is assured by many years actual
test in the hands of practical users. Ask your dealer for them.
Wright & Wiiheimy Co.
