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About The Red Cloud chief. (Red Cloud, Webster Co., Neb.) 1873-1923 | View Entire Issue (Oct. 3, 1912)
''T."! V FROM ONE SYCAMORE LOQ Remarkable Piece of Carving That It the Work of Clever Missouri Citizen. Kansas City. The massive pleco ot wood carving shown hero is tho work of N. E. Galloway of Springfield, Mo., and la carved from ono solid piece of wood a sycamore log. Galloway served as a soldier In the Philippines nnd whllo there saw the strango creatureB represented In the carving snakes, lizards, owls and bo forth. Ho remembered what they look ed like, although ho hnd no pictures of '.them, nnd some months ago ho started to work on tho pleco of work. .' The Btrango carving Is 6 feet 4 Inch WleE DOY. I'. 1 es tall, and tho circumference of the log la 7 foot 10 inches. All tho tools Kv i 1 wf mfrra JUDGE I -TrrMfrtir . saa-------------.. , Jt H Corr i9. rmocMi Mteui C0"wir itti & m I r l k if It i K SYNOPSIS. Tho scene at tlio opening of the atnry Is laid In the library of hm old worn-out aoiithrrri plnntntlon, known us the ,"' ony. Tho plnce la to be solil, and Its history and that of tho owners, the uuliitHrds, In tho subject of dlncimilon by Jonathan Crcnslmw, a buslncm man. a traiiRor known n llladen, and Hor Yuncy, a farmor, when llunnlbnl Wnyno Hazard, a niyntorloiiH child of tho old southern family, makes hln appearance. Ynncy tells how he adopted the boy. Na. tlmnlol Kerrla buys tho liarony, but the Qulntards deny any knowlt-dKo of the boy. Yancy to keep Hannibal. Captain Murrell, a friend of tho Qulntards. np peara and aaka questions ntiout the Bar ony. Troublo at Bcratch Hill, when Han nibal la kidnaped by Dave lllount. Cap tain Murrcll'a agent. Yancy overtakes lllount, kIvoh him a thmnhlnx and socurcs tho boy. Yancy appears before Bqulro nalaom, and Is discharged with coats for tho pinlntirr. Hotty Malroy. a friend of the Kerrlses, has an oncountcr with Cap tain Murroll. who forces his attentions on her, and la rescued by Ilrucn Uurrlnxton. Hotty seta out for her Tennessee homo. Carrlnaton tnkes tho samo slauo. lancy and Hannibal disappear, with Murrell on their trail. Hnnnlb.il arrives at the homo of Judge Blocum I'rlce. Tho Judge recog nlzcH In tho boy. tho Kraiidson of an old time friend. Murrell arrives nt Judge homo. Cavondlah family on raft reji'Mio Yancy, who Is nppamntly dead, Price breaks Jail. Hetty nnil Carrlngton arrive nt Hello l'loln. Hannibal's rllle discloses aomo atartlltiR things to the Judgo. Han nlbal nnd Hully moet ngaln. Murrell ur rtvea In Hello I'luln. Is playing for big takes. Yuncy awakes from long dream less sleep on board tho raft. Judge l'rlco makes xtnrtllng discoveries In looking up land titles. Charles Norton, a young filanter, who assists tho Judge, Is imp eriously assaulted. Norton Informs Car rlngton that Betty has promised to marry him. Norton is mystenouMy shot. More light on Murreirs plot, lie plans upris ing of negroes. Judge Price, with Hanni bal, visits Betty, nnd ahe keeps the boy a a companion. In a stroll Hetty takes with Hannibal they meet Bess Hicks, daughter of the overseer, who warns Betty of danger and counsels her to leave Belle Wain at once. Betty, terri fied, acta on Hess" advice, and on their way their carriage It stopped by Hlosson. the tavern keeper, and a confederate, and Betty and Hannibal are made prisoners. The pair are taken to Hicks' cabin, In an almost inaccessible spot, and there Mur rail vlalta Hetty and reveala his part In the plot and his object. Hetty spurns tola proffered lova and the Interview la nded by tha arrival of Ware, terrified at possible outcome ot the crime. Judge Price, hearing of the abduction, plana ac tlon. The Judge takna charge of tho situation, and aearch for tho missing ones U Instituted. Carrlnglon ylsiu the Judge and alllea are- discovered. Judge Trice vlalta Colonel Fentress, where ho meets Yancy and Cavendish. Becoming enraged, Price daahoa a glass ot whisky Into the eolonel'a face and a duel la arranged. Mur rell la arrested for negro stealing and hla bubble bursta. The Judge and Muhafty discuss tho, coming dupl. Carrliijton Rakes frantic anarch for Hetty and the y, Carrlnglon finds Betty and Hanni bal, and a fierce gun tight follows. Yancy Sppaara and aaslata In the rescue. Bruce arrlngton and Hetty come to an under tending. Tha Judge receives an Import ant latter. CHAPTER XXXI. (Continued.) 'At last he decided to go back to . h. turf: and a moment Inter was hurrying down the lane in tho direc tion ot the highroad, but. Jaded aa he was by the effort be bad already put for that day, the walk to Raleigh made "tremendous demandB on him, and It was midnight when he entered the little town. , It cannot be Bald that he waa alto gether surprised when he found their cottage dark and apparently desert ed. He had ball expected hub. en tering, and not stopping to secure a candlo, be groped hla way upstairs to the room on the second noor wnicu he and the Judge shared. "Price!" ho called, but this gained him no response, and he cursed soft ly under his breath. He hastily descended to the kitch en, lighted a candle, and stepped Into the adjoining room. On the table was neat pile ot papers, and topping the pile was the president's letter. Be ing burdened by no false scruples, and thinking It might afford some elue to the Judge's whereabouts, Ma hairy took It up and read It. Having mastered Its contents he Instantly glanced in the direction of the City Tavern, but it waa wrapped in dark ness. "Price is drunk somewhere," was his definite conclusion. "Nut he'll be at Bogga' the fir6t thing In tho morn ingmost likely so far gono be can hardly standi" The letter, with Us striking news, made little or no Impression on him just then; It ,merely furnished tbo clue he hrd sought. Tho judge wan off somewhere marketing bis pros pects. After a time Mahaffy went up stairs, and, without removing hlR clothes, threw hlmsclt on tbo bed. Ho was worn down to tbo point ot ex haustion, yot he could not sleep, though the deep sllenco warned blm that day wrb not far off. What If but he would not lot tho thought shape Itself In his mind. Ho had wit nessed the Judge's skill wltb the pis tol, and he hod even a certain Irra tional faith In that gentloman's des tiny. He prayed God that Fentress might die quickly and decently wltb the judge's bullet through his brnln. Over and over In snvngo supplication bo muttered bis prayer that Fentress might die. MuhafCy watched for tbo coming or tho dawn, but borons tho darkness lifted bo had risen from the bod nnd gono downstairs, where ho made hlin solf a cup of wretched correo Then ho blew out his candlo nnd watched the gray light Eprond. lie was Im patient now to bo off,, and fully an hour twfar the bun, set out for ?', ,Wft'JtH?,a (vBryx i llfllv 1 ' mT 71 trJ W """ The Pistol Slipped Boggs. a tall, gaunt figure In the shadowy uncertainty of that October morning. He was the first to reach the place of meeting, but he bad scarcely entered tbo meadow when Fentress rode up, attended by Tom Ware. They dismounted, and the colonel lifted his hat. Mahaffy bare ly acknowledged the salute; he was In no mood for courtesies that meant nothing. Ware was clearly ot the same mind. There was an awkward pause, then Fentress and Wnre spoke togetber In a low tone. Tbo planter's speech was broken and hoarse, and bis heavy, blood-shot eyes were tho eyes of a haunted man; this was all a part or Fentress' Bchemo to face the world, and Wnre still belloved that tbe tires Hicks had kindled bad served his ties perato need. When the first long shadows stole out from tho edge of tbe woods Fen tress turned to Mahaffy, whose glance was directed toward tho distant cor ner ot tho field, where he knew his friend must first appear. "Why are we waiting, sir?" be de manded, his tono cold and formal. "Something has occurred to detain Price," answered Mahaffy. The colonel andWnre exchanged looks. Again they spoke together, while Mahaffy watcbed tbo road. Ten minutes slipped by In this manner, nnd once more Fentress addressed Mahaffy. "Do you know what could have de tained him?" be Inquired, the ghost ot a smile curling his thin lips. "I don't," said Mahaffy, and relapsed Into a moody and anxious silence. He bold dueling in very proper abhor rence, and only his feeling ot intense nut never-declared loyalty to his friend had brought him there. Another interval of waiting suc ceeded. "I have about reached the end ot my patience; I shall watt Just ten minutes longer," said Fontress, and drew out his watch. "Something has happoned " began Mahaffy. "I bnve kopt my engagement; he should hnve kept his," Fentress con tinued, addressing Ware. "I am sor ry to huvo brought you here for noth ing. Tom." "Walt!" paid Mahaffy, planting him self squarely before Fentress. "I consider this comic eplBOdo nt an end," and Fentress pocketed his watch. "Scarcely!" rejoined Mahaffy. Ills long arm Miot out and tho opon palm of bis hand descended on tbo col onel's fnco. "I am here for my friend," he said grimly. Tho colonel's tnce paled and col ored by turns. "Have you n wenpon?" ho asked, when ho could command his voice. 'Mahaffy exhibited tho pistol he had carried to Hello Plain the day be fore "Step off tho ground, Tom." Fon tross spoko qtilet'y. When Ware hnd done as requested, tho colonel spoko again. "You are my witness tbat l From His Fingers. was tbe victim of an unprovoked at tack." Mr. Ware accepted this statement1 with equanimity, not to Bay Indiffer ence. "Are you ready?" he asked; be glanced at Mahaffy, who by a slight Inclination ot tbe head Blgnttled that he was. "I reckon you'ro a green band at this sort of thing?" comment ed Tom evilly. "Yes," said Mahaffy tersely. "Well, listen: 1 shall count, one, two, three; at tho. word three you will tiro. Now take your positions." Mahaffy and tho colonel stood fac ing each other, a distance of twelve paces separating them. Mahaffy was pale but dogged; he eyed Fentress untlllichlngly. Quick on the word Fen tress tired, an Instant later Mahaffy's pistol exploded; apparently neltner bullet had taken effect, tbe two men maintained therigid attitude they had assumed; then' Mahaffy was seen to turn on bis heels, next his arm drop ped to his side and the pistol slipped from his llngors, a look' of astonish ment passed over bis faco and left it vacant and staring while his right hand stole up toward his heart; he raised It slowly, with difficulty, as though It wero held down by some In visible weight. A bush spread acrosB tho held. It was llko one or nature's Invisible transitions. Along tbe edge 6f the woods the song of birds was stricken into silence. Ware, heavy-oyed Fen tress, bis tips twisted by a tortured smile, watched Mahaffy as bo panted for breath, with his hand clenched against bis breast. That doad, oppres sive sllenco lasted but a moment; from out or It came a cry that smote on tho wounded man's ears and reached his, consciousness. "It's Price " he gaBpod, his words bathed In blood, and bo pitched for ward on his faco. Ware and Fentress had heard tho cry, too, and running to their horBcs throw themselves Into the snddlo and gallopod off. Tho Judge midway or tbe meadow roared out a furious pro test, but the mounted men turned In to tho highroad and vanished irom sight, and tho Judge's shaking legs bore blm swirtly In tho direction of the gaunt figure on tho ground. Mahaffy struggled to rise, tor bo was hearing his friend's voice now, tbo voice of utter anguish, calling his nnmo At Inst pnlurul effort brought him to his knees. He saw tbe judge, clothed principally In a gaily colored bed-quilt, batless and shoolosB, his faco Eodden and bleary from bis night's debauch. Mahaffy stood erect and staggered toward him, his hnnd over his wound, his features drawn and Uvld, then with a cry bo dropped at his friend's feet. "Solomon! Solomon!" And tho Judge knelt besldo him. i "it's all right, Price; I kopt your appointment," whispered MahnlTy; a bloody spumo was gathering on his lips, and ho stared up at his friend with glassy eyes. In very shame the Judge bid his race In his hands, while sobs shook blm. "Solomon Solomon, wby did you do this?" he cried miserably. ' Tho harsh lines on tho dying man's face erased themselves. "You're tho only friend I've known in twenty years of loneliness, Price. I've loved you like a brother," he panted, with a pause between each word. Again the Judgo burled hla face in his hands. "I know It, Solomon 1 know It!" he moaned wretcbedly. "Price, you are still a man to be reckoned with. There's tho boy; take your plnco for his sako and keep it you can." i "I will by God, 1 will!" gasped tho Judge. "You hear me7 You hear me,, Solomon? Dy God's good help, 1 will!" "You have tho president's letter I saw It" said Mahaffy In a whisper. "Yes!" cried tho Judge. "Solomon, tho world Is changing ror us!" "For mo most of all," murmured Mahaffy, nnd there was a bleak In stant when tho Judge's ashen counte nance held tho full pathos of ago and failure. "Itomomber your oath, Price," gapped tho dying man. A moment of sllehco succeeded. Mnhaffy's eyes closed, then the heavy lids slid back. He looked up at tho Judgo while tbe harsh lines of his sour 'old fnco soft ened wonderfully. "Kiss mo, Price," ho whispered, and as tho judge bent to touch him on the brow, tbe soft ened lines fixed themselves In death, while on his lips lingered a smile that was neither bitter nor sneering. CHAPTER XXXII. The Judge's Grandson. In that bare upper room they had shared, the judge, crushed and bro ken, watched beside the bed on which tbe dead man lay; unconscious of tbe (light of time be Bat wltb his head bowed In his hands, having scarcely altered his position since he begged those who carried Mahaffy up tbe narrow stalra to leave him alone wltb bis friend. He was living over the past. He recalled his first meeting wltb Ma haffy In the stuffy cabin of the small river packet from which they had later gone ashore at Pleasantvllle; ho thanked God that it bod been given him to see beneath Solomon's forbid ding exterior and Into tbat starved heart! He reviewed each phase ot tho almost Insensible growth of their Intimacy; he remembered Mahaffy's lino true loyalty at the time of bis ar restho (bought of Damon and Pythias Mahaffy had reached tbe heights ot a sublime devotion; be could only feel ennobled tbat be had Inspired U. At last the dusk of twilight In vaded tho room. Ho lighted the can dles on tho chlmncyplece, tbon he re sumed his seat and his former atti tude. Suddenly he becamo aware of a small hand that was resting on his arm and glanced up; Hannibal had stolen quietly Into the room. Tbo boy pointed to the still figure on the bed. "Judge, what makes Mr. Mahaffy lie so quiet Is he dead?" be asked In a whisper. ' "Yes, dear lad' began the judge In a shaking voice, bb ho drew Hannibal toward blm, "your friend and mine 1b dead we have lost him." He lilted the boy Into his lap, and Hannibal pressed a tear-stained face against tho Judge's sboulder. "How did you get here?" tho Judge questioned gent ly. "Uncle Dob fetched me," said Han nibal. "He's down-stairs, but be didn't tell mo Mr. Mahaffy was dead." "We have sustained a great loss, Hannibal, and wo must never forget tbo moral grandejur of the man. Some day, when you nro older, and 1 can bring myself to speak or It, I will tell you of hlB last moments." Tho Judgo's volco brokq, a thick sob rose choking ly In his throat. "Poor Solomon! A man of such tender feeling that he hid It from tho world, for his was n rare naturo which only revealed ltseir to the chosen few ho honored with his love," Tho Judgo lapsed Into a mo mentary brooding sllenco, In which his great arms drew tho boy closor against his heart. "Dear lad, since l left you ut Hello Plain n very aston ishing knowlcdgo has come to me. It was tho Hand of Provldonco 1 seo It now that first brought us togeth er. You must not cnll mo judge any more; I um your grnndfathor your mother was my daughter." (TO DK CONT1NUKD.) Dress for an Earthquake. An old lady was staying at a hotel at Nlco at the time ot tho earthquake "My dear," she wns wont to say, "I was slmlpy tumbled out of bed and tbe celling cracked. I threw on a fin cloak and unconsciously pulled en one long black suede glove, and wheu I got down to tho hall nnd found all the other guests my deur, 1 was tbf best 'dressed woman tberel" Expert Carving. .used In the work Galloway made blm solf. Tho "bark," ns well as the ani mals, is hand carved. Mr. Galloway devoted four hundred working hours to tho production of this curious bit of sculpture forty days, working ten hours a day. The sculpture has been on exhibition at the corner of Ninth street and Baltimore avenue. Kansas City Star. DOING AWAY WITH TRAMPS English Authorities Think They Have Found a Way to Cope With a Present Evil. London. Tho tramp problem in the British Isles Is In a fair way toward solution. The "way ticket" method of dealing wtlh vagrancy 1b accom plishing a revolution. 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