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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
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THE
PRODIGAL
JUDGE
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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.
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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."
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