The New Era. (Davenport, Okla.), Vol. 3, No. 40, Ed. 1 Thursday, September 21, 1911 Page: 6 of 8
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KfAii or the plains
UTHOROr'Mv Lady Of The.6outh* Jv
"When Wilderness Was Kino trctrc
Illustratioms Bv Dcarb«rn Mrtvi^^
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A TRAIN LOAD OF TOBACCO.
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To have what we want Is riches,
but to be able to do without la power.
Jack Keith, a Virginian, now bor-
der plainsman. Is riding along the Santa
i f trail on the lookout for roaming war
parties of savage*. H«> notices a ^anip
lire at a distance and then sees a team
ftltarhed to a wagon and at full
pursued by men on ponies. When Kelt"
reaches the wagon the raiders have mass-
a-Twd two men and departed. lie searches
the victims finding papers and a locket
with a woman's portrait. He resolves to
hunt down the murderers. Keith is ar-
rested at Carson City, charged with the
murder ids accuser being a ruffian named
tion, a fighter by iustlnct, and bo long
accustomed to danger that the excite-
ment of It merely put new fire Into his
veins. Now that he understood exact-
ly what threatened, all numbing feel-
ing of lieBltancy and doubt vanished,
and he became Instantly alive. He
would not lie there in that hole wait-
ing for the formation of a mob; nor
would he trust In the ability of the
marshal to defend him.
Aunt Caton's house servant, a blnck
imp of good humor, who begged so
hard to be taken back with him to the
war. Why, the boy had held his stir-
rup the next morning when he rode
away The sudden rush of recollec-
tion seemed to bridge the years, and
that black face became familiar, a
memory of home.
"Of course, I remember, Neb," he
exclaimed, eagerly, "but that's all
He had some friends without—not j.years ago and 1 never expected to see
many, for he was but an occasional you again. What brought you West
r nt Carson—who would rally to and got you into this hole.'
An Old Acquaintance.
The Carson City lock-up was an Im-
provised affair, although a decidedly
popular resort. It was originally a
two-room cabin with gable to the
street, the front apartment at one
time a low groggery, the keeper sleep-
ing In the rear room. Whether sud-
den death, or financial reverses, had
been the cause, the community had In
some manner become possessed of the
property, and had at once dedicated
It to the commonweal. For the pur-
pose thus selected It was rather well
adapted, being strongly built, easily
guarded, and on the outskirts of the
town. With Iron grating over the
windows, the back door heavily spiked,
and the front secured by Iron bars, j
any prisoner once locked within could
probably be found when wanted. On
the occasion of Keith's arrival, the
portion abutting upon the street was j
occupied by a rather miscellaneous
assembly—the drunk and disorderly
elementB conspicuous—who were
awaiting their several calls to appeur
before a local justice and make an
swer for various misdeeds. Some were
pacing the floor, others sat moodily
on benches ranged against the wall,
while a few were still peacefully slum-
bering upon the floor. It was a frowsy,
disreputable crowd, evincing but mild
curiosity at the arrival of a new pris-
oner. Keith had barely time to glance
about, recognizing no familiarity of
face amid the mass peering at him. as
ho was hustled briskly forward and
thrust into the rear room, the heavy
door closing behind him with the snap
of a spring lock.
He was alone, with only the faint-
est murmur of voiceB coming to him
through the thick partition. It was a
room some twelve feet square, open
to the roof, with bnre walls, and con-
taining no furniture except a rude
bench. Still dazed by the suddenness
of his arrest, he sank down upon the
■eat, leaned Ills head on hlB hands,
and endeavored to think. It was dif-
ficult to get the facta marshalled Into
any order or to comprehend clearly
the situation, yet little by little his
brain grasped the main details, and
ho awoke to a full realization of his
condition, of the forces he must war
against. The actual murderers of
those two men on the trail had had
t%elr suspicions aroused by his ac-
tions; they believed he guessed some-
thing of their foul deed, and had de
termlned to clear themselves by
charging the crime directly against
Mm. It was a shrewd trick, and If
they only stuck to their story, ought
to Bucceed. He had no evidence, oth
er than his own Word, and the marshal
had already taken from his pockets
the papers belonging to the Blair
man. He had not found the locket
bidden under his shirt, yet a more
thorough search would doubtless re
veal that also.
Even should the case come to trial,
bow would It be possible for him to
establish Innocence, and—would It
ever come to trial? Keith knew the
character of the frontier, and of Car
eon City. The inclination of its clti
*ens in such cases was to apt first,
and reflect later. The law had but
■lender hold, being respected only
when backed by the strong hand, und
primitive Instincts were always in the
ascendency, requiring merely a leader
to break forth In open violence. Aud
In this case would there be any lack
of leadershipT Like a flash his mind
reverted to "Black Bart." There was
the man capable of inciting a mob If.
for some unknown reason, he had suf-
ficient interest to ?wear out the war
rant and assist in the arrest, he would
have equal cause to serve those fel-
lows behind him In other ways. Nat-
urally, they would dread a trial, with
its possibility of exposure, and eagerly
grasp any opportunity for wiping the
■late clean. Their real security from
discovery undountedly lay In his
death, and with the "Red Light"
crowd behind them they would ex-
perience no trouble In getting a fol-
lowing desperate enough (or any pur-
The loMger Keith thought the less
be doubted the result It was not then
a problem of defence, but of escape,
for he believed now that no oppor-
tunity to defend himself would ever
be allowed. The arrest was merely
part of the plot Intended to leave blm
helpless In me bands of the mob. In
thlB Hicks wns In no way blamable—
he bad merely performed hi* sworn
duty, and would still die. If need be,
In defence of his prisoner. He was
visitor at Carson—who would rally to
Hick's assistance, but there would not
be enough on the side of law and or-
der to overcome the "Red Light" out-
fit, If once they scented blood. If he
was to be saved from their clutches,
he must save himself; If his Inno-
cence was ever established It would
be by his own exertions—and he could
accomplish this only out yonder, free
under the a-*rh of <ky.
Ho lifted his head, every nerve tin-
gling with desperate determination.
The low growl of voices was audible
through the partition, but there was
no other sound. CarBon City was still
resting, and there would be no crowd
nor excitement until much later. Not
until nightfall would any attack be at-
tempted; he hadtsix or eight hours yet
In which to perfect his plans. He
and got you Into this hole?"
The negro hitched up onto
bench, the whites of his eyes conspic-
uous as he stared uneasily about—he
had a short, squatty figure, with ex-
cessively broad shoulders, and a face
of Intense good humor.
"1 reck'n dat am conslder'ble ob a
story, Massa Jack, de circumlocution
ob which would take a heap ob time
tellln'," he began soberly. "But It
happened 'bout dls way. When de
Yankees come snoopln' long de East
Sho'—I reck'n maybe it des a yeah aft-
er dat time when we done buried de
ol' Co'nel—dey burned MiSsus Caton's
house clah to de gronn'; de ol' Missus
was in Richmond den, an' de 'ew nig-
gers left jest natchally took lo de
woods. I went Into Richmond hunttn'
de ol' Missus, but, Lawd, Massa Jack.
"I tell you', Massa Jack. It was
mighty lonely fo' Neb dem days. I
didn't know whar any ob yo' all was,
an' it wan't no fun fo' dls nigger bein'
free dat away. I got out ter Indepen-
dence, Missouri, an' was roustaboutin'
on de rlbber, when a couple ob mcB
come along what wanted a cook to
trabbel wid 'em. I took de job, an'
dat's what fetched me here ter Carson
"But what caused your arrest?"
"A conjunction ob circumstances,
Massa Jac|t; yes, sah, a conjunction
ob circumstances. I got playin" pokah
ober in dat 'Red Light,' an' I was doln'
line. I reckon I'd cleaned up mo'n
a hundred dollars when I got sleepy,
an' started fo' camp. I'd most got
dar w'en a bunch ob low white trash
jumped me. It made me mad, It did
fo' a fact, an' I reckon I carved some
ob 'em up befo' I got away. Enny-
how, de marshal come down, took me
out ob de tent, an' fetched me here,
an' I ben here ebber sence. I wan't
goin' ter let no low down white trash
git all dat money."
"What became of the men you were
"I reckon dey went on, sah. Dey
had 'portent business, an' wouldn't
likely wait 'round here jest ter help
a nigger. Ain't ennybody ben here ter
see me, nohow, an' 1 'spects I'se eradi-
cated from dey mem'ry—I 'spects I
An Unsleeping Youth.
"What business do you think your
•on will adopt?"
"Can't say," replied Farmer Corn-
tossel, "but judging by the hours
Josh keeps, I should say he was nat-
urally cut out to be a milkman."
"1 have a terrible cold," he com-
plained. "My head feels all stopped
"Have you tried a vacuum clean-
er?" she queried sweetly.—Judge.
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"Oh, De Good Lawd, Dat Am Massa Waite an' John Sibley."
ran his eyes about the room searching I I nebber foun' nuthin' ob her in dat
for some spot of weakness. It was j crowd. IJen un' officer man done got
dark back of the bench, and he turned
In that direction, l.eanlng over, he
looked down on the figure of a man
curled up. sound asleep on the floor.
me an' put me dlggin' In de trenches.
Ef dat's what wah am, I Bho' don'
want no mo' wah. Den after dat I jest
natchally drifted. I reckon I llbbed
The fellow's limbs twitched as If In a j bout eberywbar yo' ebber heard ob,
dream, otherwise be might have deem ; fo' dar want no use ob me golii' liack
ed him dead, as his face was burled \ to de East Sho'. Somebody said dat
iq his arms. A moment Keith hesl de West am de right place fo a nlg-
lated; then he reached down anil ( ger, an' so 1 done headed west."
shook the sleeper, until he aroused | He nropped his face In his black
Butiiclently to look up. It was the hands, and was silent for some mln-
face of a coal-black negro. An In „tea fout Keith said nothing, and flu-
stant the fellow stared at the man .,ny (he thick voice continued:
towering over him, his thick lips part-
ed. his eyes full of sudden terror
Then he sat up. with hands held be
fore him as though warding off «
"Co" de Ijtwd's sake," he managed
to articulate finally, "am dls sho' yo'.
Keith, to whom all colored people
were much alike, laughed at the ex
presslon on the negro's face.
"I reckon yer guessed the name, all
right, boy. Were you the cook of
the Diamond Lf
"No. sah, I nebber cooked no dl'onds.
I'se ol' Neb, sah."
"Yes, sab. I'se de boy dat llbbed
wld ol' Missus Caton durlu' de wah. 1
ain't seeu yo'. Massa Jack, seuce de
day we burled yo' daddy, ol' Massa
Keith. But I knowed yo' de berry
i minute I woke up. Sho' yo' 'members
; It came to Keith now in sudden
rush of memory—the drizzling rati-
i In the little cemetery, the few nelgb-
i !>ors standing about, a narrow fring"
The One Way.
Keith said nothing for some mo-
ments, staring up at the light stealing
In through the window grating, his
mind once again active. The eyes (4
the black man had the patient look
of a dog as they watched; evidently
he had cast aside all responsibility,
now that this other had come. Final-
ly Keith spoke slowly:
"We are In much the same position.
Neb, and the fate of one is liable to
be the fate of both. This Is my story"
—and briefly as possible, he ran over
the circumstances which had brought
him there, putting the situation clear
enough for the negro's understand-
ing, without wasting any time upon
detail. Neb followed his recital with
bulging eyes, and an occasional excla-
mation. At the end he burst forth:
' "Yo" say dar was two ob dem white ,
ifien murdered—one an ol' man wid a
j gray beard, an' de odder 'bout thirty?
Ant dat it, Massa Jack, an' dey had fo'
span ob mules, an' a runnin' hoss?"
"An' how far out was It?"
"About sixty miles."
k"Oh. de good I.awd!" and the negro
threw up his hands dramatically. "Dat
sutt'nly am my outfit! Dat am Massa
Waite an' John Sibley."
"You mean the same men with
whom you came here from Indepen-
Neb nodded, overcome by the dis-
"But what caused them to run such
a risk?" Keith insisted. "Didn't they
know the Indians were on the war
"Sho"; 1 heard 'em talkin' 'bout dat,
but Massa Waite was jest boun' foh
to git movin'. He didn't 'pear to be
'fraid ob no Injuns; reck'ned dev'd
nebber stop him, dat he knowed eb-
bery chief on de plains. I reck'n dat
he did, too."
"But what was he bo anxious to get
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Kellh was essentially a man ol ac ; earth falling on the box; aad Neb. bU "What la hla namer
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