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About The Red Cloud chief. (Red Cloud, Webster Co., Neb.) 1873-1923 | View Entire Issue (July 11, 1912)
t I ' ,;i lt y ' B. -i i Wl qJjl y jiJJBrl IrV j i y s I zvrr iff I 14 SYNOP3IS. Tha erene .t thr upcnlriK of tli tnry I hid In tin llbrnry of mii old worn-out outhern plitntiillon, known nn tlic Hiir iny. The plutc In to bo Hold, iintl Iti llitory anil t li.it of ilio owm-is. Hie JlilntnrdM, In tin- nllbjcct of ilNciWHlon bv lonutliiin Crenshaw, a biiHlncim num. itriitiKvr known in llliiili'ii. mill Hob fancy u fiirnii'r. wlii-n lliinnlbnl wayiin Hncin). ii inyaterloua clillil of the old MUtlicrn fiiiuily. iniikcn his iipiniirance. ITaiii-y ti-llH how In- iiil'ipifil thti boy Nit thanlul I'trrlH buH tliu H.irony, lull the UulnlnnlH ili-ny any know It-due of the boy. Yuncy lo kf'P llunnlbil. Captain Murrcll. u frlond of tin- gulntiirtlH, up neurit nnd iiIh itii'-.tloin about tho l'r pny. Trouble nt Hcnitcli Hill wlum Han nlbnl Is Milmipul by Uiive Mount. Cap. tain Murn-II'M iikuM. Yuncy ovrriiikfn Blount. kIv-m him n thrnnliliiK nml aeouro-. the boy. V.mcy iippi-ura before Htiulre Balanm, and In dlwharKi'il with roslM for the tilalnllff Ihtty Mulroy. a frlftid of the tVrrlMi'N, hna an rnioiinter with Cap. tain Murn-ll, who forces lilt iittcntlomt on iier. nnd U i i-scin-il h lliu Carrlnutcm Betty not a out for her 'IVniieimee hotiie Carrlnuion lakfn thu hiiiiiv htae. nncv nd llunnlbil illaapprur. with Murrnll on their trail, llannlhul arrlNt-n at iho home Of JudKu Hlocutn I'rlto Tho Jude WOjt; nlieH In the boy. thu nrnndnuii of nn old tlmn trii'tiil. Aitirn-'ll arnvi-u at JudKM homo. Uavi-ndmh faiim on ruft rvHLUu Yancy, who l uppaioii.ly douil. I'rlco brenkH Jill. Hotly und U.irrliulon nrrlvo t Ht'llu I'laln lluiuilb.il'b llllo iIIhcIobC!) onio btarllltiK thniKi to tho JudRe. linn Albiil und Hi-ity miLt iiKiiin. Murrull ur rlvt'M In Dt'lln I'laln. Is pluylim for blK taken, ancy iivmikoa from Ioiik droain lean sleep oh board Iho raft. JtidKu Price maken MlurtlliiK dliioverlm In looitlrm up laud tlllux. Charloy Norton, a yotinu planter, who usImi thu JuiIkc, Ih mya teriouuly ushiiiiUvU. Norton Informs Uor rlngton thut Hetty Iiuh promised to marry tolni. Norton l mysteriously shot. More Ight on Alurrell'H plot, llu plans uprls UK of ncKriH-s. JudKe Trice, with lliiiinl (ai, visits Hetty, und shu keeps tho boy it a companion. In u stroll Hetty takes Nllh Hannibal they nuet Hess Ulcks. lauRhtii of the overs. er, who warns Betty of iliuiKor and counsels her to Jaave Uelle I'laln ut once. CHAPTER XVIII (Continued). Whatever tho promptings that In plrod this wamltiK. tboy plainly bad notblDK to do with cither liking or sympathy. Her dominating oiiiotlou Memod to bo a sullen sort of resent xnent which lit up bcr glance with a dull fire; yet bor reelings were so clearly and so keenly personal that Betty understood tbe motive tbat bad brought ber tbere. Tbe explanation, be found, left her wondering just where and bow her own late was linked with that of tbls poor white "You have been waiting some time to see me?" sbo asked. "Ever Blnce along about noon." "You wero afraid to como to tbe bouse?" "I didn't want to bo been tbore." , "And yet you know 1 was alone." "Alone but bow do you know who's Watching tbe place?" "Do you tbink tbero was reason to be afraid of that?' asked Hetty. Again tho girl stamped bor foot with angry Impatience. "You're Just wastln' time Just tool. In' it away and you ain't got none to snare!" "You must tell me what 1 havo to fear 1 must know more or 1 shall tay Just where I am!" "Well, then, stay!" Tne girl turned way, and then as quickly turned back nd faced Hetty ouce more. "1 reckon be'd kill me If he knew 1 reckon I've earned tbat alread) " "Of whom are you speaking?" "He'll have you away ivom here to night!" "He? . . . who , . and (What if I refuse to go?" ' "Did they ask Charloy Norton ' (Whether he wanted to live or !!e?" came the sinister question. A shiver passed through Hetty, tibe .was seeing It all again Charley as he jp-oped among tbe graves with tbe Iband of death heavy upon him. A moment later she wiib ulone. Tbe Iglrl had disappeared. There were only tbe shifting shadows as tho wind tossed the branches of tbe trees, and tbe bands of golden light tbat slantod along tbe empty path. Tho tear oi it ho unknown leaped up afresh In Hot ,ty'a soul; In an Instant Hying feet bad t borne her to the boy's side. "Come come quick, Hannibal!" .she gasped out, and seized his band. "What la It, Miss Hetty? What's ,ho matter?" aBked Hannibal as tbey iltod panting up the terraces. "I don't know only wo must got way from here Just oh soon as wo kcan!" Then, seeing tho look of alarm 'on tho child's face, sbo added more iquletly, "Don't be frightened, dear, ;only wo timet go away from Hollo 'Plain at once." Hut where they were ito go, she bad not considered. Reaching the house, tbey stole to 'Hetty's room. Her woll-tllled purse avob tbe Important thing; that, togeth er with some necessary clothing, 'went Into a small band-bag. "You must carry this, Haunlbal; ti ny one sees us leave tho bouse itney'U think It something you are tak- ling away," she explained. Hannibal (nodded understanding. "Don't you trust your niggers, Miss IBetty?" be whispered as they went krom tbe room. J "I only trust you, dear!" "What makes you go? Was It some thing tbat woman told you? Are they coming after us, Miss Betty T Is tt CtpUIn MurrellT" "Captain MurrellT" There was less lt fttf'ery now, but more of terror. Lrfry.r '.-..- -i Comrr, i9it, and her hand stolo up to ber heart, and, wblto nnd slim, rested against tho black fabric of her dress. "Don't you bo scared, Miss Hetty!" said llnnnllml. They went silently from tho house and again crossed tho lawn to the ter race. Under tho leafy arch wblcb can oplcd them there was already tho deep purple or twilight. "Do you reckon It wore Captain Murrcll shot Mr. Norton, Miss Het ty?" nsltcd Hannibal In a shuddering whisper. "Hush Oh, hush, Hannibal! It Is too nwful to oven speak or " nnd, Mibblng and hair hysterical, sho cov ered her face with her hands. "Hut whero aro we going, Miss Hett?" nsked tho boy. "I don't know, dear!" She had an agonizing sense of tho night's ap proach and or her own utter helpless ness. "I'll tell you what, Miss Hetty, let's go to tho Judgo and Mr. Mahatly!" Bald Hannibal. "Judgo Price?" Sho bad not thought of htm as a possible protector. "Why. Miss Hetty, ain't 1 told you ho ain't afraid or nothing? We could walk to Raleigh easy If you don't want your niggers to book up a team for you." Hetty suddenly remembered the car rlage which had tnken the Judgo into town; she was sure It had not yet re turned. "Wo will go to tho Judgo, Hannibal! George, wbo drovo him Into Kalelgb, has not como back; It wo hurry we may meet him on tho road." Screened by the thick shadows, they passed up tho path thut edged tbe bayou; at the bead of the Inlet thoy entered a clearing, and crossing this they came to the corn-Held wblcb lay between tbe house and tbe high road. Following one of the shock rows they hurried to the mouth of tbe Inne. "Hannibal, I don't want to tell the Judge why I am leaving Uelle i'laln about the woman, I mean," said Hetty. "You reckon they'd kill her, don't you, Miss Hetty, ir tbey knew what she'd done?" speculated the boy. it occurred to blm that an adequate ex planation of their flight would require preparation, since tho Judgo was at all times singularly alive to tbe slight est discrepancy of statement. Thoy had issued from tbo corn-Hold and went along tho road toward Halelgh. Suddenly Hetty paused. "Hark!" sho whispered. "It were nothing. Miss Hetty," said Hannibal reassuringly, and thoy hur ried forward again. In tho tutor still ness through which they moved Hetty heard tho beating of hor own heart, and tho sort and all but Inaudible pat ter of the boy's bare feot on tbe warm dust of the road. Vague forms that resolved themselves Into trees and bushes seemed to creep toward them out of tho night's black uncertainty. Once more Betty paused. "It wore notblng, Miss Hetty," said He Was Leeklng Inte the Face it . sssHp3Si ifssssp i JXIf Iff o Jo'cM0 . THE PRODIGAL JUDGE K VUGH AW KCSTEl JuusTtywoHs BrRMELViu TxteofiM Mteam CeMntnr Hannibal as before, and bo returned to his consideration of tbo Judge. Ho sensed something of that Intellectual nlmbloness which his patron's physical makeup In now I ho suggested, since his faco was a mask that usually left one In doubt as to just how much or what ho heard succeeded In making Its Impression on blm; but tbe boy knew tbat Slocutn Prlqe's blind side was a shelterless exposure "You don't think tbo carriage could have passod us while we were cross ing tbo corn-Held?" said Hetty. "No, I reckon wo couldn't a-mlssod hearing it," answered Hannibal. Ho had scarcely spoken when tbey caught tho rattle or wheels and the beat of hoofs. Tbeso sounds swept nearer and nearer, and tbe darkness disgorged tbo Hello Plain team and carriage. "Oeorgo!" cried Hetty, a world of roller In her tones. "Whoa, you!" and Oeorgo reined In his horses with a Jerk. "Who's dar?" he asked, bending torward on tbe box as he sought to pierce the darkness with his glance. "George" "Oh, it you, Missy?" "Yea, I wish you to drive me Into Raleigh," Bald Hetty, and she and Han nibal entered .tho carriage. "All right, Missy. Yo'-all ready to me to go along out o' hero?" "Yea drive last, Oeorgo!" urged Hetty. "it's right dark to' fas' driving', Missy, with tho road Jes' aimin fo' to bus' yo' "springs with chuckbotes!" He had turned his horses' heads In the direction of Raleigh while ho wob speaking. "It's scandalous black in tbeso heah woodB, Missy I 'clar 1 never seen It no blacker!" Tho carriage swung forward for per haps a bundred years, then suddenly tbe horses camo 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 dls de Uelle Plain carriage? Take yo' nan's often dera hosses' bits!" Two men stepped to the Bide of the carriage "Show your light, Hunker," said the same rough volco that bad spoken be fore. Instnntly a hooded lantern was uncovered, and Hannibal uttered a cry of terror. Ho was looking Into tbe race of Slosson, tbo tavern-keeper. CHAPTER XIX. Prisoners. In tbe race or Hetty's Indignant pro test Slosson and tho man named Hunker climbed Into the carriage. "Don't you be scared, ma'am," said tho tavern-keeper, who smelt strongly or whisky. "I wouldn't lift my band ag'ln no good-looking female except In kindness." "How dnre you stop my carriage?" cried Hetty, with a very genuine an- tf tleuen, the Tavsrn-ksapsr, 'f"4ia !.'. il gor which ror tho moment dominated all her other emotions. Sho struggled to hor feet, but Slosson put out a heavy hand and thrust her back. "There now," be urged soothingly. "Why mnko a russ? Wo ain't golns. to harm you; wo wouldn't ror no sum of money. Drive on, Jim drivo like he'll!" This last was addreB&ed to tho man who had taken Ocorgo's place on tho box, whero a fourth member of Slosson's band bad forced the coachman down Into tho narrow space between tho scat and dashboard, and was holding n pistol to his bead while ho sternly enjoined silence. With a word to tho horses Jim swung about and tho carriage rolled off through the night nt a breakneck pace. Hetty's shaking bands drew Hannibal closer to her side as she felt tho surge of her terrors rise with in her. Who wero these men where could thoy bo taking her and for what purposo? Tbo events or the past week linked themselves In tragic se quence In her mind. What waB It sho had to fear? Was It Tom ror whom tbeso men wero acting? Tom wbo would profit greatly by ber dis appearance or dentb! Tbey Bwcpt past tbo entrance at Delle Plain, past a break In tbo wall of the forest where tho pale light or stars showed Hetty the corntlold she and Hannibal had but lately crossed, und then on Into pltcby darkness again. Sbe clung to tbo desperate bopo that thoy might meet some one on the road, wben she could cry out and give the alarm. She held herself In readiness for this, but there was only the steady pounding of the big bays as Jim with voice and whip urged them forward. At last he ab ruptly checked them, and Hunker and Slosson sprang from their seats. "Get down, ma'am!" Bald tbe lat- ter. "Where are you taking mo?" asked Betty, In a voice tbat shook In spite of her efforts to control It. "You must hurry, ma'am," urged Slosson Impatiently. "I won't move until 1 know where you Intend taking me!" said Hetty, "If I am to die" ' Mr. SloBson laugbod 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 ro' In my time," ho concluded gallantly. Krom the opposito sldo of the carrlago Bunker sworo nervously. He desired to know ir they wero to stand there talking all night. "Shut your tllthy mouth, Hunker, and see you Keep tlgtu hold of tbat young rlp-staver," tntd Slosson. "He's a perfect eel I've bad dealings with him aforo!" "You tried to kill my Uncle Hob at the tavern, you and Captain Mur roll. I beard you, and I seen you drag him to the river!" cried Hannibal Slosson gave a start of astonish ment at tbls. "Why, ain't he hateful?" he ex claimed aghast. "See hero, young feller, that's no kind of a way fo' you to talk to a man wbo has riz his ton children!" Again Bunker swore, while Jim told Slosson to make baste. This popular clamor served to recall the tavern- keeper to a sease or duty. "Ma'am, like 1 should tote you, or will you walk?" ho inquired, nnd reaching out bis band took bold or Botty. "I'll walk," said the girl quickly, shrinking from the contact. "Keep close at my heels. Hunker, you tuck along arter ber with tbe boy." "What about this nlggor?" asked the fourth man. "Fetch him along with us," said Slosson. Tbey turned from tbo road while ho was speaking nnd entered a narrow path that led off through the woods, apparently In tho direction or the rlvor. A moment later Hetty beard the carriage drive away. Tbey went onward In silence tor a llttlo time, then Slosson spoke over bis shoulder "Yes, ma'am, I've riz ten children, but none of 'em was llko him 1 trained 'em up to tho minute!" Mr. Slosson seemed to have passed com pletely under the spell of blB domes tic recollections, ror bo continued with Just a touch ot reminiscent sad ness In bis tone. "Tbere was all told four Mrs. Slossons: two of 'em was South Carolinians, one was from Geor gia, and the last was a widow lady out of east Tennesbee. She'd burled three husbands, and 1 figured we could start perfectly evon." The in trinsic fairness of tbls start made Its strong appeal. Mr. Slosson dwelt up on It with satisfaction. "She bad three to her credit, I had three to mine; neither could crow none ovei the other." (TO IE CONTINUED.) Learn From Misfortunes. To make capital out of our misfor tunesthat Is tbe philosophy of the strong. wnniv ,....;! I ' " yjy...y-a WILLING TO SHARE PENNIES Generous Act of Street Waif That Gained Him a Friend In Great Novelist. Charles Dickens, the creator of many delightful child characters, earned a million dollars during his lifetime with his pen, but often walk ed the streets of London In search of material for his books without a pen ny In his pocket. One evening vhlle doing this be was accosted by a small boy who asked him for a penny. Dickens searched his pockets, but they were empty, and so ho told the boy, who was shivering in tbo cold. "Poor man!" exclaimed tho little follow, "we'll go bunks together!" Dickens stood back In tho tliadow of the street to see what tho outcome would be. Tho lad continued to beg, nnd finally gained two pennies. He came dancing to Dickens with a Jolly ring in his voice. "Now," ho snid, "wo'll have two hot buns apiece!" Such a generous spirit under such trying circumstances struck Dickens ro forcibly that ho took the lad home wuli him, nnd there he was fed und clothed, and started on the road to a better life. SKIN ERUPTION ON CHEEK Klngsley, Mich. "Last May my thlrtecn-months-old baby had a sore como on her chcok. It started in four or five small pimples and In two or throo hours' time spread to the slzo of a silver dollar. It Bpread to hor cyo. Then water would run from tho pim ples and wherever that touched it caus ed more sores until nearly all one cheek and up her nostrils wero ono solid Bore. Sho was very fretful. She certainly was a terrible looking child, and nothing seemed to be of any use. "Then I got somo Cutlcura Soap and Cutlcura Ointment. She tried to rub off everything wo put on so that wo would sit and hold her hands for two hours at a tlmo, trying to givo tho medicine- a chance to help her, but after I washed it with Cutlcura Soap nnd then put on the Cutlcura Oint ment they seemed to soothe her and sho did not try to rub them off. It was only a few days before her faco was all healed up, and there lias been no return of the troublo since. Wo thought that baby's face would Biircly be scarred, but It 1b not." (Signed) Mrs. W. J. Cleland, Jan. 5, 1912. Cutlcura Soap and Ointment sold throughout the world. Sample of each free, with 32-p. Skin Book. Address post-card "Cutlcura, Dept. L, Boston." Hardly the Sunday School Brand. The young hopeful bad secreted 6ome bright buttons In his pocket, which came from the motor car show. When Sunday school was well under way, he took ono out and pinned It on his coat, feeling It an ornament. Un fortunately, when the minister came round to speak to tbe dear children, his near sighted eyes were caught by the color. "Well, Richard, I see you aro wear ing some motto, my lad. What does tt say?" "You read It, sir," replied Richard, hanging his hoad. "But I cannot see. I haven't my glasses, Bon. Read It so we cun all hear ou." Richard blushed. "It says, sir, 'Ain't It to tho poor?'" Metropolitan Magazine. Sprmga In Their Brains. Two Frenchmen, In visiting an art gallery, stopped to admire a painting by an American. The artist happened to be in the gallery and In broken English ono of the Frenchmen asked: "How did monsieur ever catch such a wonderful picture?" "O," replied tho artist, with a far away look, "that painting was an off spring of my brain." The other Frenchman was greatly interested and aBked his frlond what that American had said. "I can hardly explain," whispered tho first Frenchman excitedly; "he said ze picture was one spring off of his brain. I3es eet any wonder zat ze Americans act queorly whon they havo springs on their brains." Modern Miracle. "Do you believe in miracles?" asked Dobklns. "You bot I do," said Snobklns. "Why, only tho other day my wife bought we a box of cigars, and by George, Dobky, I could smoko 'em." Harper's Weekly. Hope Eternal. Every now day and night ot Joy or Borrow 1b a new ground, a now con secration, for tho love that Is nour ished by memories as well as hopes. George Eliot. And Prized Above All. Other things may be seized by might or purchased with money, but knowledge Is to be gained only by effort. Landor. Helpmates and souljUates are not always synonymous. If there ever U a time when you are justified b anting. It is when the summer weather sets your appetite Mo fussing; But there isn't any need to risk your soul and shock the neighbors Tempt your appetite with Toasdet and go singing to your labors. Om f ta st JlaytM for which the BatU Oracle, MloV, paid 1080.00 la SssifllS. SANDWICHESI What's tastier than fK Potted Ham It's exceptional in flavor and doesn't cost a bit more than ordinary kinds. At All Grow Libbr, McNeill & Libby Cblctga upa35u The detective says bis after thoughts are the best. When In need oi a good taxutlve give Gar. field Tea a trial and lw com tnc-ed (if lu merits. It la mado entirely from pure herbs. If some cooks land In heaven they will be awfully annoyed to find that they leave. The man who falls out of an airship probably feels as badly hurt us the one wbo is thrown out of the political band wagon. Strictly Up to Date. Alice How oddly somo men pro- pose. Kate 1 sould say so. A gentle man asked me last week If I felt fa vorably disposed to a unification of in terests. 8ame Purpose Accomplished. "Oh, Ocorgie!" exclaimed a fond mother, when she Baw her small boy considerably battered up and dirty, "you have been fighting again? How often have I told you that you shouldn't fight?" "Well," said he, "what are you go ing to do wben a fellow hits you?" "Why, keep out of his way," said the mother. "I bet," said tho youngster, "he'll keep out of mine nfter this." Ruling Spirit Still 8trong. Mrs. J. L. Story, who has Just pub lished a volume of reminiscences, tells of a ludy relative who had all ber life been afraid ot damp sheets. When sho was dying Mrs. Story entered tho room, to find the fireplace barricaded with a large assortment of bed linen. She was having her winding sheet warmed. "I never have lain in damp bed clothes while I was alive," Bald the old lady In a feeble whisper, "and I'm not going to do It when I'm dead." Singing and the Lungs. It Is well known that singing, Ilka whistling, Is a fine exerclBe for the lungs, and some doctors advise those who fear consumption to go In for singing for this reason. At the same time they, of course, do not advance the claim that singing alone will save anyone from or cure consumption. Acquire the habit of taking the big deep breath, which is a primary requisite of any kind ot sing ing, bad or good, and the physical Joy derived from It will never allow you to relapse Into lazy breathing. Her Unfortunate Error. A literary lady at a society dinner was given a seat next to a noted scientist whose views were very ma terialistic, and at some remark he made on the origin of mankind, the lady found hor temper tried beyond all bearing, bo that sho retorted: "I really don't care what you say. I be lieve In the Bible, and there we are told that Adam was the father of all living." "I really think you are mistaken," he Bald with a smile, and so the sub ject dropped. A few days later the lady, writing to a bosom friend, told her of the oc currence and added: "I am too morti fied, for I have looked the matter up and It only says that Eve was the mother of all living, and so I don't know whether to write to the profes sor or not." v.. 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