Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, March 12, 1922, SOCIETY EDITORIAL, Image 16
Tilt: HEK: OMAHA. SUXPAY. MARCH 12. 1022. r piiiitniimiiurutMitninwHtumnnamiimTmnifiiiiimuiiiiifi miiiMiittiHiiiitiiuimHMiiiiiiMmmitiiiitiiiiiiiiintiniiiitiim iiiiiiiMiMiiiiiiiiiiMiiiniiiiiiwiiiiiinmmntiniiiniiiiHtimntiHii liiiiiiiiim Tte WANTED MAN iy Harris Dickson BiimimiiimiiwimimiiHiinMMMnMttuiu iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiMuiiiiiiniiiiMiiiiHMMiiiimmiiiiuiiiiiimiiiiiimiiiiMiiMift Tlli STORY TflVSFAR. OS eppo4U nde Lai Mtrmxm, m MiMtMippl, are ruw W m -nmflf urn, was' t-v Ma. ftsss-' Surh. and Marmion, ovnd by Can. Boh (lay ion. Jheir mmart hn-a been at faud for many year a, fir at ihsr wi a aolu rJ raw, s Uiw lauunt srr boumUrr. than !ui that let Mai. Sr a a tul leg. uJuU Oan. Clmum 14 In Salamanca, in Ladtn A merit a, wuh hi Iuh ton Stuart. A$ tha 'T ". U (Vte As. Mo). Saws' color tenant, u donna by iha taadtida tmhan uro fonuahls rtda tif in an anion ob da. They hova hwd tJuU .Vtiurl Cirri on hat rruunrd to Marmion, and lhy Uon Vnrl Sat, vh u tvainm. They sis qutionn Tlnrmn RaxMy, eraoU, who, miH hi haauflai AiUUida, it tha of Mai. tutrk and hi Wy sUsgn nr Barbara. Tha eomtablr hova hand ruffi uuh ihm, and art on a man hunt foe Stuart, They lemva altar arranging a rmdrrvout win I'ncla Vat and later twafc Rauliy. i'ncla Mat telU htt ftnry at Ran. tunfton Uouta and it came Adrlaida and Barbara la bnrome Urani'ly tsriud. There ara hinu of a mrunums tryrt in Iha wood surrounding tha lakf. fiECOND INSTALLMENT. Th Hotm In ihe Jungle. MEANTIME old Nat kept fumbling and digging through hi pockets, but found nothing mora. "Mr. RasHIy." he Inquired, "you never rot dat blue colored letter whet come eVy day." "No.- Razllly aniwered brietly, -they eoroe from New Vork In the later maul" "Den lit Jrs Hire dni to de major,'' Nat aid, and hurried to the step. Having- delivered the major's paper and otherwise discharged bia fatiguing duties, Uncle Nat now exercised hla privilege of sit. tins on the steps with the rest of the family, and moved cloee to the pillar beside which Dr. Humphrey! eat. The doctor, an old time comrade of Gen. Clayton, would be Inter ested In a cargo of newt which Nat Itched to unload. For a. long- time he eat and Itched and held his tongue. The reatlesa Mr. Hastily kept triding along: the gallery, halting now and again to overhear the girl at their low voiced chatter, while Major Stark burrowed in hla chair and barricaded himself behind a newspaper. Everybody appeared to be studying about something else, when old Nat tapped the doctor's knee and whispered his tidings; " Doctor, two strange, constables is hangln' roun' dis plantation." "Constables?" Doctor Humphreys saw the negro's agitation, and leaned forward t hear. " Egzackly, suh," Nat answered breathless ly. " Dey must be mighty high constable), from de biggity way dey conduct delrserre." " 'What do they want?" "Pe's seekin' fer somebody, an' powful not on gittln' him." " Whom do you think they are after?" the doctor inquired. It Nat had suspected Major Stark of listen ing behind his newspaper he would never nave dared mention the forbidden name. But the major seemed engrossed in reading', so Nat wriggled closer to Doctor Humphreys, and his voice rose with excitement: "Des tain to grab Mister Stuart Clay ton." Suddenly the major's paper fell, and two stern gray eyes bored old Nat through and through aa Major Stark demanded: - What's that, Nat? What's that! " Nat bounced op as if the atepa were too hot to sit on, and started to dodge around a corner of the house, when the boss stopped him. " Come back here. What did you say?" " Nathin' much, suh," the Negro stuttered. -Nothin" tall. Mo an' doctor was Jes a Jokln'." " Joking? Tou said something about Stu art Clayton?" "Who, me?" Nat looked surprised and Injured. "Lordee, major, you nervw heard me speak no sech words." - Tea, I did. Out with it. Tell ft all." Like a wary mule that doesn't mean to pat Ills foot In a hole, old Nat felt his way along, ready to Jerk back and retreat if ba made a false step. Although Major Stark scowled most savagely, he gave no halting signal, but motioned for Nat to proceed, while Basfily keenly eyed him. " Tou see, major, it was like dis," Nat be gan his blundering explanation. "Wnilst I was gittin you' mail, two strangers come rldin' long in a automobile, 'quiring for mo to lead 'em to de back door of Marmion, so Mister Stuart Clayton wouldn't 'spiclon dey was comln'. I Aggers It, major, dat detn constables is sot on grabbin Mister Stuart Clayton." "Then why the devil don't they go get him?" Again Majjr Stark pounded his can on the floor. "He's at Marmion." So dem niggers say, so dey say. No, suh, major, no, suh." Nat took a nimble back ward step. " I ain't belt no talk wtd dem Marmion niggers, not sence yo duet" "Duel?" Adelaide burst out, and Kaailty cut her short. "But Clayton Is there, isn't he?" the Cre ole questioned with such arcbr as to remind old Nat that he had several times seen Mr. Razllly examining the porch at Marmion House through a pair of field glasses. "Dunno, Mister Razzle," he answered non feoznmittally, and Razllly would have further pressed the witness if he hadnt caught the frightened glances that passed between, hla wife and Barttora Stark. Ha saw Barbara, grip his wife's arm to put her on guard, and noted the smile of comprehension with which Adelaide reassured her friend. Now tha young Creole woman moved along the top sitep, nearer to tTncle Nat and to the major while she queried Innocently: " Uncle Nat, tell us about the duel." Old Nat jumped as if somebody had flred a cannon, and passed the buck to Major Stark, himsetf declining to exhume that long taboo discussion of a political disagreement and a boundary litigation which had culmi nated in pistols and punctilious oourtear. and a crippled knee. Maybe Adelaide failed to understand, or maybe she presumed upon being such a pretty woman, but even Bar bara gasped as the glowing Creole turned to her father and begged: " O, major; do tell me about your duel. I sever heard anything so exdtmg." - " Nothing to get excited about." the major's voice came gruff and brief, while the pacific Doctor Humphreys sat drumming on the arm cf his chair and Barbara struggled to hold her tongue. It was only Adelaide who did not feel the icy silence which melted before the Br in her face. For Major Kenneth Stark ' ' surprised everybody by retting redder, to the top of his bald head, aa he told about a hostile meeting on tha lake bank, and all details of the lawsuit between himself and Clayton from the beginning to a final man- Ai4, Ho 8'cgril that yu hsd ffjrhed an Incorrect cuiicluoan on fre silver " thm i jjadu t the gumption lo uo drrMuml a Ilium ml propoitlilan! " .Nobody 'lni would huve dared Uugh at K'tifiiMli ;urk an old Mutt llumplirra Uugheil, "llonfkt. Ken? Ilonrat? Jtiljht Iim In the (Mihom cf the Unify, won't you' admit thin our lid 44 are Ju.it a trifle hazy on Infr imilunul fiiiunre? " " Muyho mi," The majur rmihaid hi i'lih-ment by another whurk. " Uul 1 w unlit." " No nMttir ho wan right." hi friend in !nled In a tune vhlrh exprenNod a lllrtlme of r'gr'i. " poliUi'rtl differences never jtjMtlfy a quarrel brtween two lad who wit rrared like brother. That first ant you rriway, ih) giilliiut luiti Clayton diod in exile brcauM he couldn't biar to look aero thU lake at a constant reminder that he had shot hla old comrade of the First MlnslMlppl. And h did not want to rear his on In an atmosphere of revenge." Thrice the major winced and trlml to mut ter Vim'thlng, but only held himself mor riKld. with every line of his flguro denying w hat Doctor Humphrey ald. "Tlint'H true, Ken. and you know t. Bob Clayton iloserted Marmion so that his eon would not grow up with the nightmare of having enemies. Bob wanted little Stuart to fert that the whole world was his friend." "Matt, whero'd you got all that Sunday school Bttiff? " Major Stark blurted out. "Tom Yandcll told me," the doctor answered. this once glanced tip. CKtabllHhed himself and they nterprlnes. ow Orleans. I went down to see him and he told me how Hob Clayton u.sed to pit staring at the sa and wiKhlng to be back at Marmion. And Bob always f poke of you s it no difference ?k A (Ribbon - ) 7 ft mmwjm, I Jm & 1 iVttSyj.,y'l fVK y ..V'. .'. "- "Tom Yandcll?" At mcnUon of I A'ifi ; J I. '' J.w.SJ iVv;vl.a .SiL ... C;-1 "Tom toid you mat?" I TIl.T. J I II' 1 .iSrV&V VtJ-'' " Tes. He hud already I j f l'f?v",75f ffplyvv .-.V'c5'v-J,-1 in Salsmanca when Bob Jollied him, I r. fjAV-J l-l 'itdLrm. iV? I WX&ZZXC5!.rli became associated In various e I liAf Yri t7TV " Y.-iLta ;,-iitVH Three years ago Tora visited N ?i S Jrsf Iff i data of the Supreme court Then he thumped the floor, and fin ished: "So I got Barbara's land by law every Inch of it to the burnt cypress. After I beat him. Clayton bundled up his brat and left the country." "Where did he go?" The in satiated Adelaide kept asking questions in spite of Barbara's nudges. " Went to a place called Sala manaca in Central Amorica. " And raised a lot of trouble," Florian RasriHy spoke before he thought, then shrugged his shoulders when everybody looked at him. "That is I've heard he did in a general way'" For one moment Adelaide glanced queetioningly at her husband with a puckering of her brows as if she were tring to re member something; but Florian scowled so fiercely that she turned again to Major Stark. "O. major," Adelaldo ex. claimed, clasping her plump lit- 1 tie hands and gazing unward into his face. " So this young man who has Just some back, he's the son of the general with whom you fought the duel? How romantic!" "Romantic?" Barbara laughed outright at the romantic language that her father would use should he catch his daughter on the lake bank, meeting; this ardent young exile from the tropica. "It sounds like a fairy tale," Adelaide In stated. " Huh."' Major Stark snorted, and rose on his gameleg to hobble away from all such fairy tales. " Florian, get ready. It's time to go for bass. Hurry, Nat; tell Neezer to run out the motor boat Well have him tow us down to the mouth of lone Oak Slough." "Lone Oak?" Barbara repeated with a startling gesture, and checking herself before anybody noticed it except Razllly. During Adelaide's grilling of the major, and frying the fend out of him, this dutiful daughter had never uttered a word, but sat staring across the lawn and choking a propensity to laugh while her parent swelled up like a frog. She enjoyed that part of the perform ance, but when her father intimated that he would fish near the mouth of Lone Oak Slough the gir changed countenance and tried to appear quite nonchalant as she in quired: "Tou are going to Lone Oak?" "Tea, daughter." "But I thought you were trying the upper nd of the lake this afternoon." "No. Neezer thinks that silver bass will be feeding across the lower bar." "O! The bar." That made all the differ ence in the world, and Barbara settled back with a sigh of satisfaction; for she knew that from the lower bar her father and Adelaide's husband could not see a certain log in a certain little glade which wa their try sting place. "Come on, Adelaide," she said and sprang op gayly. Again Florian RaxiUy detected the. byplay . between the two conspiring women, as Ade laide followed Barbara and they strolled away together. A the whispering girls sauntered away to lose themselves amongst the shrubbery, Florian Ratilly eyed hi wife with vague sus picion, while Major Kenneth Stark wriggled deeper in his chair and got wrathier every minute. It made him hot in the collar to think how that creol woman had pried into his personal affairs; and he felt even more indignant at himself for answering her. " Ken." inquired Dr. Humphreys, when tha restless Razilly had gone inside. " Ken, have you heard anything about why young Clay ton came home?" " Not a word. None of my dambusiness." At the flash old Nat dodged out of range end stood listening for thunder. But it was less of a clap than Doctor Humphreys ex pected no ladies being present so he dared call down another. " I'm going to get hold of that boy, and see if he's in trouble," he said quietly. "Certainly, is," snapped the major. " Those Claytons were born for trouble." During the past ten minutes Major Stark's bald pate had been glowing like a ripe to mato, and was just beginning to cool off when Matt Humphreys fired it again. He got up to move. ' Sit down a moment" the doctor urged; " let's have a little talk." Having already sweated through his cross examination from Adelaide, the exasperated major, didn't want to sit down; he didn't want , to talk; he wanted to go fishing, and be ltp alone. " Talk about what? " he demanded. "Nothing . in particular," Humphrey nodded toward a chair, " Sit down." Doctor Matthew Humphreys was one of those strong men who preferably gain a point by conciliation, without resorting to their latent force; unwillingly the major obeyed him, sticking out his stiff leg and gripping the head of his cane as he sat bolt upright to s gag at some bitter medicine. " Ken," his tormentor began. " Ken. dont you think these old animosities should be forgotten?" "Forgotten? How can I forget? Look at my leg." "Tes, I know. But in every quarrel there's always a little right on both sides." "Not a bit Clayton was wrong, dead wrong. The courts said so." ' " But that boundary could have been ad justed if you hadn't got so bullhead ed." - Me? Bullheaded? " " Tes. And you might have accepted Clay ton's assurance that he meant no personal offense by his speech at Issaquena court- ( house." " Didn't he speak plain enough for any fool to understand?" Stark used his cane as a safety valve and kept pounding the floor while Doctor Humphreys continued: "I was present and heard what Clayton Howdy Mr. Stuart, howdy," ami Uncle Nat. But tha young white man never offered to shake hand. had ever come between." While the gray bearded mediator.talked on and on he scanned the other's face. Beneath the tightening of Stark's Hps,, beneath the stubborn gleam of his eye, Humphreys read his wavering thought even though the major said: , " That's all rot. Rot! " , " But you can't refuse to believe what Tom Tandell says? " ' "Of course not, but Tom was too infer nally sentimental." Then Humphreys leaned forward and touched the hand of. his friend. " Ken," he pleaded. " Don't cling to this grudge. Don't Hate is worse than death to a man like you. It sours his very souL" " Rot! " the major retorted. "And there was a time when you would have given your right arm to make up with' Bob. Don't you remember? I was here on the night before Bob left Tou had your horse saddled to ride to Marmion. But you lacked the moral courage. Instead of telling him how you felt, you walked up and down your room all night long. No, don't shake your head; I heard you. Next morning Bob was gone," " Not a word of truth in it! Not a word! " The gruff old major got up to leave, but Doc tor Humphreys caught his arm and begged: " Let me go to Marmion and invite the boy here. Then we can find out what his trou ble is." "Don't want to find out The major jerked away, stalked across the gallery, and wheeled at the threshold. " Matt Humphreys, I invite none but friends to this house. And I'd just as soon be friendly with a Repub lican. Get ready now, I'm going fishing." Doctor Humphreys continued to smile as he heard the major's cane go thumping through his hallway. For the first time in years they had discussed the Claytons, and he was making progress in being tolerated. Safely hid from all spying husbands, the excited young creole could scarcely wait until she and her accomplice had seated themselves behind a screening gardenia. Then she whispered eagerly: "He's the man that we've been meeting. I jurt know it" "Of course he is," Barbara agreed with most astounding composure. "But aren't you dreadfully worried about those officers?" Adelaide shuddered at the very thought "Constables?" A word expressed Bar bara's contempt "They are probably look ing for Mii Negro on his plantation. 14 briior be thluklng about lh forty Variolic of Oln that father would ratae If he iu' jeiMd me of flirting with C'syton." " hat a romanrer Jiomam-? It'll start a riot in lb Ftark family, We mut be careful. Tbi afternoon tli nu n will be nutting an near our log." " O! t!" hir Creole fws lot shade of It color a AdrtlJ ugt?riitt. " W d bltr nut go." " tin? tVrumiy w shall a". Hut If you." hUKliand and my fatlur go there, too, w limy have an adventure." "Adventur? I'gh!" Adelaide ahlvered at lirr rum inating pi-ril, and ruddled closer to HurUr.i. With H I'renrh Intuition and rurloxity, she envied the more fortunat girt, and sighed. "O dar, It' wonderful for a woman to have her romance." " Why Adelaide!" Barbara clasped an arm around her friend. " tou have vour romanc; jou married your lover." " Not so." Adelaide promptly denied both statement. It was paradoxical how circumspect this convent girl could to In certain matter, and how astonishingly frank In others. Fact of nature to which Barbara would never allude In the present' of a man, the creol d!scued with utartllng candor; and then Adelaide would be virtuously shocked at th American girl riding In her car. alone with a bof whom she had known all of her lire. The two wor bred In different atmoipherea, nnd Adelaide now emphasized their differ ence by making no concealment of a slttia. tl n which Barbara would have burled In her own heart For eome time Adelaide remained Uent and thinking before she spoke again with French directness. "O, maybe one affair. Maybe after a while Florian he com. Flo rlun he get provoked and kill my lover, per haps. But that I too sad, too sad." Her bubbling vivacity refused to dwell upon such a sadness. Changing her tone, ahe caught Barbara's hand and asked: " My dear, whit doe your lover call you? Ho does not know your name. Tou must have a nom d'amour." "Sure! I have a bully nom d'amour," Barbara answered complacently. "My nom d'amour Is ' Adelaide.' " " What! My name: " "Tes, the first name I could recall In a hurry. Now, don't fly off the handle Ilk that. It Just popped out accidentally. Ti terday we were sitting together on the log, and It seemed too comical to hear him say 'Miss,' 'Miss,' when all of a sudden he shot the question: ' Tou must have a beautiful namo. What is it?' He took me by sur prise. I couldn't think of any name except yours and the house girl's. ' Mandy ' isn't poetic, so I told him ' Adelaide.' " With all dramatic effect the Creole sat down beside Barbara and whispered: " Florian had a secret motive, to visit here." "A motive?" Barbara wondered. People generally visited Bennington because they liked it. " Tes, Adelaide spoke Jerkilly. " He tell mo nothing, I guess. Many times you invite us, Florian always say no. He could not leave his bank. Last Sunday the Salamanca consul dined i our house. They hav much business together. I hear him speak with Florian the name of "Clayton, Clayton.' After consul he go, Florian Bay to me, MU Barbara Stark lives near General Clayton's .'old home?' I reply to him Tes.' Then Florian give me his orders, 'Telegraph Miss Stark wo come to visit her at once.' So we arrive, and Florian never imagine I know he have one other affair than to catch small fishes." "What affair can he have?" Barbara could imagine no business that might bring the young New Orleans banker to their home. "That I do not know." Adelaide gave a shrug to deprecate her ignorance. "But it concerns Mr. Clayton." " Well," Barbara decided, " if Mr, Claytm knows anything about it ''11 make him tell me." "But you will never tell, Florian, never, never, never? " "Heavens, no! Florian and I n not con fidential. Come along now. There go the men. We must ride, quickly." Together they raced up the front steps; through the wide open hallway they sair their three fishermen go flnling out of the back gate to the wharf at which Neezer's motor boat lay moored. "Now, they've sone!" Barbara's fa.-e flushed with anticipation. " Hurry, Adelaide, hurry! We must ride much farther today, and approach Irom the low end. If w travel along our same old road your husband may see us." Unlike the two young ladies, old Nat Stark never . tarried to change into riding togs; neither did he consume time by powder ing his nose, as Adelaide had done with fas tidious care; nor in sprinkling his handker chief with a suggestion of new mown hay, aa Barbara always did. It was her distinctive perfume. Uncle Nat paid no such tribute to his personal pulchritude. He tarried for noth ing, but slunk Immediately out of sight until Neezer's motor boat had towed the white folks beyond all possibility of their shouting back a Job for him to tackle. Nobody could paddle a dugout with the skill and speed of this dexterous old Negro, who shoved off from Bennington wharf and steered northward, keeping well out of - Neezer's return course in the motor boat. For Nat didn't want to risk being given a wood chopping contract By the time Ade laide and Barbara had mounted their horses . they could see Nat's solitary figure winging its flight across the lake, once In a while lift ing his fishing pole and displaying it con spicuously upright as an advertisement of angling intentions. Green young willows, like a semi-submerged forest grew far into the water on the western banks, and wary perch fed in hiding places beneath. Into this concealment Old Nat plunged the prow of his canoe, then furled his fishing pole and began paddling swiftly among the treetops. With strong, sure strokes he urged his dugout through the greenery toward a point on shore from which an ancient path led to the rear of Marmion House. There he stepped out and secreted his canoe. ' "Not ten feet away, In the densest, darkest brake, he heard what sounded like the tram ple of a bear. Being hemmed in so tight Nat couldn't run. Then eometing snorted. " Nothin' but a hoss," the Negro felt easier. " Huh! dat hoss is wuseed scared dan what I was. Wonder how come he done strayed down here? Tain't no hossea belongs her! " Curiosity led him through the brake to wher he found the horse, a blazed face, stocking foot sorrel, frequently ridden by Mr. Bart Scurry, the manager of Marmion. . It would have been mysterious enough to discover tbe . sorrel In such a jungle at all, but it made Nat study a heap when he found that tbe animal was saddled and bridled ready to rid Moreover, the sorrel stood hitched, and had probably remained bitched for several day; anybody could ten that by a glance at the trampled ground, hr hi nllans had mad a narrow clearing for hlmif bide his bo of feed. "Pis sho I purkrulUr?" th tsUdr4 Negro mumblnd, " I'ey hitch dat hoa here n' dey feed dat ho hre. How eomaV "I'm nabriy "blrd to fini out abut dis," he dlrmlnd.and turned lit follow roundabout path toward th rrarof Marmmn House, For a, white Iha old Vgro hung b- k in the brush, blinking and smiling st hi rrwmnnea. II saw a fat black cook sitting Jum outside her door, keeping th flies In circulation with a palmetto fan and s-oldlng at her naked Children, who wallowed In tha dual like pr. trtdg, !sy hounds lounged In th shads, Ignorant of an alien prwnc. and n the wily guinea ralaed no alarm. Queer doings might be afoot smongrt the whit folk, but no hint of unrl showed up In Marmion bark yard. And yet. deirplt th mellowing Influence of vanished day. tfld Nat could not dlalodge th nipper" d th saddled borse from hi mind. No sound came from th great house; ns face looked out from any window. By not Insa. maneuvers, without shaking a bush, old1 Nat gained a ponltlon from which be could reronnolter the front gallery, wher be saw Mr. Bart Scurry, th big faced manager, leaning allently against a column. This should not have aroused suspicion, for Mr. Bart was a chronic leaner when he wan't busy doing omethlng else. But a manner In which he leaned made old Nat look harper, and get a hunch that Mr. Bart wa intently watching the road. At the Instant when Nat howd hlmelf Mr. Scurry detected him nd hurtled down the steps, advancing In the manner of a ntinel. When be recognlied the Innocent invader the tense line softened In Scurry's face and be hailed Nat loud enough for any person within the house to hear. It Im pressed old Nat that Mr. Bart was talking for the ear of other folk Inside. "Hello!" Scurry called out. "It's Uncle Nat SUrk. Where you .come from? How' everything at Bennington?" " Fine, Mr. Bart fine. U got a nice stand o' cotton, but a Utile shower wouldn't hurt." "Well," inquired the manager, "what brings you over here?" it sounded strange, the tone of Mr. Bart in speaking those words. During the general' dy nobody on Marmion had ever questioned why Uncle Nat had come or how Jong he ' meant, to stay. They Just hollered for him to light and hitch and come In. it was mighty nigh dinner time. But from the short word of Mr. Scurry Uncle Nat felt compelled to state his business. " Mister Bart" he explained, " yo' nigger keeps a sayln' dat Mister Stuart's done com home. So I Jos' Mowed to ramble over an' set a while wid him." " Sure, sure. Mr. Clayton' In the houe." Scurry still kept his voice upraised. "Walt here, Nat and I'll tell him who you are." "O, Stuart," Scurry shouted from the door. " It's Uncle Nat old Nat Stark." " Who?" a man's voice called out from th front room. "Tou remember Uncle Nat Stark? From Bennington? Used to go fishing with him when you were a boy?" "Tes. O, yes," the voice agreed. Then Nal could hear a whispering behind the but ters, before the voice spoke again. , "Tell Uncle Nat to wait," it said. " TT1 come out" The loyal old duck legged Negro had pad dled across Lake Marmion and fought his way through thickets In the serene faith of a welcome. Whatever else might be happen ing, the Claytons were always proud to ae their friends. And Uncle Nat likewise had a notion that he could serve his friend by putting him wise to Mr. Foxyjaw. No Ave dollar bill in cash, nor twenty in prospect, could Induce old Nat to keep his mouth ahut whilst foreign constables were contriving to grab Mr. Stuart Clayton. Bart Scurry didn't let Nat out of his sight, and he didn't sit down. He stood up, eyeing the door and talking loud as If to drown a whispering that came from behind the shut ters. Old Nat sat listening for the whis pers, yet pretending to laugh as Mr. Scurry retold many pranks of Stuart Clayton's boy hood. And Mr. Scurry hollered so loud as t convince Uncle Nat that he wa really shout tag for the benefit of. somebody else. Over hla right shoulder he plainly saw Mr. Razllly, fishing near the south end of the lake, alone in his boat, and occupying the one position which commanded a view of Marmion porch. Again the Negro wondered why Razilly had kept gazing across the wa ter through his spy glasses, why he talked with Marmion tenants, and why he bad stopped the constable's auto. Nat kept studying mighty hard until his attention was recalled by a tread in the hallway, and he saw a man, the man whom Mr. Foxyjaw had led him to expect. It was a tall, swarthy man, with tiny black mus tache and goatee, wearing the khaki breeches, light gray coat and flop brimmed hat of the. constable's description. "O, Stuart," said Mr. Scurry as the young man halted uncertainly at the threshold. " Stuart, here's your old friend. Uncle Nat Stark from Bennington." Then Nat rose up from the top step, a pathetic figure whose wistful gaze was seek ing to peer through this grown man and see once more the romping lad that he had loved. "Howdy, Mister Stuart? Howdy?" He wiped a hand on his breeches in anticipation of the cordial grasp which should aet all doubts at rest. But the young white man never offered to shake hands, his uneasy glance passing by old Nat to fasten itself upon Mr. Scurry. " That's all right Stuart," Mr. Scurry as sured him, "Tou remember Uncle Nat Stark." "Of course, 'i remember Ujicle Tat" the young man asserted, with tbe air of daring anybody to contradict him. "Uncle Nat," Scurry corrected. " Sure, I mean Uncle Nat. So this Is Uncle Nat?" Now he turned to look at the Negro. " Suttingly, Mister Stuart; suttingly. Dis is me. I never is fergot you." The Negro stood up expectantly and tried to smile. It seemed mighty strange for Mr. Stuart not to shake hands, but Just to sit In a rocking chair and ask: "Well, old man, what did you want with me?" The tone was utterly devoid of sympathy or comprehension. It took the starch out of Uncle Nat who eased himself down again on the top step and leaned against a column. Nobody spoke a word; Mister Scurry kept on eye on the road, while the other eye watched Nat with visible anxiety. Both white men seemed waiting for whatever th black man might do, and this sensation gave' Nat the fidgets. Once, when he turned his head, he felt sure that another pair of eye were spying upon him from inside the par lor window, peering out through the blinds. (Continue! J?ext Sunday, Copyrlgnt: J-