The Lexington Leader (Lexington, Okla.), Vol. 21, No. 29, Ed. 1 Friday, April 5, 1912 Page: 3 of 8
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^By \S\UGHAN JtoTEI^
Zue/st/far/avs By JXMeiviu
Com"*—tr, /JV/ Co**twr
loT? i Bc?"e tho opening of the story la
!£.?♦* . the, ,lbrary of an old worn-out
Southern plantutlon, known aa the Bar-
ony. The Dlace la to be sold, and lta
Jl",.an? ot the owners, the
r « ' J8 **le BUbJeot of discussion by
•Jonathan Crenahaw, a business man, a
ft ranger >cnown aa Bladen, and Bob
xancy a farmer, when Hannibal Wayne
I Hazard, a mysterious child of the old
outnern family, makea his appearance,
ancy tells how he adopted the boy.
CHAPTER III, (Continued).
Tho next day Yancy had occasion
to visit Balaam's Cross Roads. Cren-
shaw gave him a disquieting opinion
*s to the probable contents of his let-
ter, for he himself had heard from
Bladen that he had decided to as-
sume the care of the boy.
"I reckon Bladen will have the law
on his side. Bob!"
"The law be damned—I got what's
fair on mine. I don't wish to' better
than that," exclaimed Yancy, over his
shoulder. He strode from the store
and started down the sandy road at a
brisk run. Miserable forebodings of
an impending tragedy leaped up with-
in him, and the miles were many
that lay between him and the Hill.
As he breasted the slop© he came
within sight of a little group In his
own dooryard. Having only llncle
Sammy Bellamy, the group resolved
Itself Into the women and children of
the Hill, but there was one small
figure he missed. The patriarch hur-
rled toward him, leaning on his cane.
"They've took your nevvy, Bob!" he
cried, In a high, thin voice.
"Who's took him?" asked Yancy
"Hit were Dave Blount. Get your
gun, Bob, and go after him—kill the
miserable sneaking cuss!" cried Uncle
Bammy. "By the Fayettevllle Koad,
Bob, not ten minutes ago—you can
cut him ofT at Ox Road forks!"
Yancy breathed a Blgh of relief. A
rifle was placed In Yancy'a hands.
'Thank you-all kindly," said Yancy,
and turning away he struck off
through the pine woods. A brisk walk
of twenty minutes brought him to the
Ox Road forks.
He had not long to wait, for pres-
ently the buggy hove in sight. As the
buggy came nearer he recognized his
ancient enemy in the person of the
man who sat at Hannibal's side, and
stepping into the road seized the"
horses by their bits. At sight of him
Hannibal shrieked his name in de-
Uncle Bob—Uncle Bob—"he cried.
"Yes, It's Uncle Bob. You can light
"Leggo them torses!" said Mr.
Hannibal Instantly availed himself
of the Invitation. At the same mo-
ment Blount struck at Yancy with his
whip, and his horses reared wildly,
thinking the blow meant for them.
Seeing that the boy had reached the
fround In safety, Yancy relaxed his
hold on the team, which Instantly
plunged forward. Then as the buggy
swept past him he made a grab at
Blount and dragged him out over the
wheols into the road, where he pro-
ceeded to fetch Mr. Blount a smack
In tho Jaw. Then with a final skilful
kick he sent Mr. Blount sprawling.
"Don't let me catch you around these
diggings again, Dave Blount, or 1
swear to God I'll be the death of
Hannibal rode home through the
pine woods in triumph on his Uncle
Bob's mighty shoulders.
Nevvy," said Yancy.
Law at Balaam's Cross Roads.
But Mr. Yancy was only at the be-
ginning of his trouble. Three days
later there appeared on the borders
of Scratch Hill a gentleman armed
with a rifle. It was Charley Balaam,
old Squire Balaam's nephew.
"Can 1 see you friendly, bob
Yancy?" Balaam demanded with the
lungs of a stentor, sheltering himself
behind the thick bole of a sweetgum,
for he observed that Yancy held his
rifle in the crook of his arm.
"I reckon you can. Charley Balaam,
If you are friendly," said Yancy.
"I'm a-going to trust you. Bob," said
Balaam. And forsaking the shelter
of the sweetgum he shuffled up the
"How are you, Charley?" asked
Yancy, as they shook hands.
"Only Just tolerable, Bob. You've
been warranted—Dave Blount swore
hit on to you." He displayed a sheet
of paper covered with much writing
and decorated with a large seal.
"Read it," he said mildly. Balaam
scratched his head.
"I don't know that hit's my duty to
do that, Bob. Hit's my duty to serve
It on to you."
At this Juncture Uncle Sammy's
bent form emerged from the path that
led off through the woods in the di-
rection of the Bellamy cabin. With
the patriarch was a stranger.
"Howdy, Charley. Here. Bob Yancy.
you shake hands with Bruce Carring-
ton," commanded Uncle Sammy. At
the name both Yancy and Balaam
manifested interest. They saw a man
in the early twenties, clean-limbed
and broad shouldered, with a hand
some face and shapely head. "Yes,
sir, hit's a grandson of Tom Carrlng-
ton that used to own the grist-mill
down at the Forks."
"Where you located at, Mr. Car-
rlngton?" asked Yancy. But Car-
rington was not given' a chance to
reply. Uncle Sammy saved him the
Back in Kentucky. He takes rafts
down the river to New Orleans, then
he comes back on ships to Balti-
more, or else he hoofs it no'th over-
land. He wants to visit the Forks,"
'I m shortly goln' that way myself,
Mr. Carrington, and I'll be pleased of
your company—but first I got to get
through with Bob Yancy," said Ba-
laam, and again he produced the war-
rant. "If agreeable to you, Bob, I'll
ask Un%le Sammy to read this here
"Who's been a-warrantln' Bob
Yancy?" cried Undo Sammy.
"Dave Blount has."
"I knowed hit—I knowed he'd try
to get even! What's the charge agin
"Read hit," said Balaam. "Why,
sho'—can't you read plain wrltln'.
Uncle Sammy?" for the patriarch was
showing signs of embarrassment.
"If you gentlemen will let me—"
said Carrington pleasantly. After a
moment's scrutiny of the paper that
Balaam had thrust In his hand, Car-
"To the Sheriff of the County of Cum-
"Whereas, It Is alleged that a mur-
derous assault has been committed on
one David Blount, of Fayettevllle, by
Robert Yancy. of Scratch Hill, said
Blount sustaining numerous bruises
and contusions, to his great injury of
body and mind; and, whereas, it is
further alleged that said murderous
assault was wholly unprovoked and
without cause, you will forthwith take
into custody the person of said Yancy,
of Scratch Hill, charged with having
Inflicted the bruises and contusions
herein set forth in the complaint of
said Blount, and Instantly bring him
into our presence to answer to these
and several crimes and misdemean-
ors. You are empowered to seize said
Yancy wherever he may be at; wheth-
er on the hillside or in the valley,
eating or sleeping, or at rest.
"DE LANCY BALAAM, Magistrate.
"Fourth District, County of Cum-
berland, State of North Carolina. Done
this twenty-fourth day of May, 1835.
"P. S.—Dear Bob: Dave Blount says
he ain't able to chew his meat. 1
thought you'd be glad to know."
Smilingly Carrington folded the
warrant and handed It to Yancy.
"Well, what are you goln' to do
about hit. Bob?" Inquired Balaam.
"Maybe I'd ought to go. I'd like
to oblige the squire," said Yancy.
"Suppose I come to the Cross
Roads this evening?"
"That's agreeable," said the deputy,
who presently departed in company
Some hours later the male popula-
tlon of Scratch Hill, with a gravity
befitting the occasion, prepared Itself
to descend on the Cross Roads and
give its support to Mr. Yancy in his
hour of need. Even Uncle Sammy,
who had not been off the Hill in
yearB, announced that no considera-
tion of fatigue would keep him away
from the scene of action, and Yancy
loaned him his mule and cart Tor the
occasion. Yancy led the straggling
procession, with the boy trotting by
his .side, his little sunburned list
clasped in the man's great hand.
The squire's court held Its Infre-
quent sittings In the best room of the
Balaam homestead, a double cabin of
hewn logs. Here Scratch Hill was
gratified with a view or Mr. Blount's
"What's all this here fuss between
you and Bob Yancy?" demanded the
squire when he had administered the
oath to Blount. Mr. Blount's state-
ment was brief and very much to the
"He done give me the order from
the Judge of the co't—I was to Bhow
it to Bob Yancy—"
"Got that order?" demanded the
squire sharply. With a Bmile, dam-
aged, but clearly a smile, Blount pro-
duced the order. "Hmm—app'lnted
guardeen of the boy—" the squire was
piesently heard to murmur. The
crowded room was very still now, and
more than one pair of eyes were
turned pityingly In Yancy's direction.
When the long arm of the law
reached out from Fayettevllle, where
there waB a real Judge and a real
sheriff, it clothed Itself with terrors.
"Well, Mr. Blount, what did you do
with this here order?" asked the
"I showed Yancy the order—"
"You lie, Dave Blount; you didn't!"
said Yancy. "But I can't say as It
would have made no difference,
squire. He'd have taken his licking
Just the Bame and I'd have had my
nevvy out of that buggy!"
"Didn't he say nothing about this
here order from the co't, Bob?"
"There wa'n't much conversation,
squire. I Invited my nevvy to light
down, and then I snaked Dave Blount
out over the wheel."
"Who struck the first blow?'
"He did. He struck at me with his
Squire Balaam removed his spec-
tacles and leaned back In his chair,
"It's the opinion of this here co't
that tho whole question of assault
rests on whether Bob Yancy saw the
order. Bob Yancy swears he didn't
see It, while Dave Blount swears he
showed it to him. If Bob Yancy didn't
know of the existence of the order he
was clearly actln' on the Idea that
Blount was stealln' his nevvy, and he
done what any one would have done
under the circumstances. If, on the
other hand, he knowed of this order
from the co't, he was not only guilty
of assault, but he was guilty of re-
slstln' an officer of the co t." The
squire paused impressively. His audi-
ence drew a long breath.
"Can a body drap a word here?"
It waa Uncle Sammy's thin voice that
cut Into the silence.
"Certainly, Uncle Sammy. This
here co't will always admire to listen
Well, I'd like to say that 1 con-
sider that Fayettevllle co't mighty of-
ficious with its orders. This part of
the county won't take nothin' off
Fayettevllle! We don't Interfere with
Fayettevllle, and blamed ir we'll let
Fayettevllle Interfere with us!"
There was a murmur of approval.
Scratch Hill remembered the rifles in
Its hands and took comfort.
"The Fayettevllle co't air a higher
co't than this, Uncle Sammy,"
plained the squire Indulgently.
"I'm aweer of that," snapped the
patriarch. "I've seen hit's Bteeple."
Air you finished, Uncle Sammy?"
asked the squire deferentially.
"I 'low I am. But I 'low that if
this here case is goln' again Bob
Yancy I'd recommend him to go home
and not listen to no mo' foolishness."
"Mr. Yancy will oblige this co't by
setting still while I finish this case,"
Bald the squire with dignity. "Mr.
Yancy has sworn to one thing, Mr.
Blount to another. Now the Yancys
air an old family In these parts; Mr.
Blount's folks air strangers. Conse-
quently," pursued the squire, some-
what vindictively, "we ain't had any
time in which to form an opinion of
Betty Malroy had ridden into the
squire's yard during the progress of
the trial and when Yancy and Han-
nibal came from the house she beck-
oned the Scratch Hiller to her.
. "You are not going to lose your
nephew, are you, Mr. Yancy?" she
asked eagerly, when Yancy stood at
"No, ma'am." But his sense of ela-
tion was plainly tempered.
"I am very glad. I rode out to the
Hill to Bay good-by to Hannibal and
to you, but they said you were here
and that the trial was today."
Captain Murrell, with Crenahaw and
the squire, came from the house, and
Murrell's swarthy face lit up at sight
of the girl. Yancy would have yield-
ed hlB place, but Betty detained him.
"Are you going away, ma'am?" he
asked with concern.
"Yes—to my home in west Tennes-
see," and a cloud crossed her smooth
But ain't you ever coming back.
Miss Betty?" asked Hannibal rather
"Oh, I hope so, dear." She turned
to Yancy. "I wonder you don't leave
the Hill, Mr. Yancy. You could bo
easily go where Mr. Bladen would
never find you. Haven't you thought
"That are a p'lnt," agreed Yancy
slowly. "Might I ask you what parts
you'd specially recommend?" lifting
his grave eyes to hers.
"It would really be the sensible
thing to do!" said Betty. "I am sure
you would like west Tennessee—they
say you are a great hunter." Yancy
smiled almost guiltily.
"Mr. Yancy, if you should cross the
mountains, remember I live near
Memphis. Belle Plain Is the name of
the plantation—it's not hard to find;
Just don't forget—Belle Plain."
"I won't forget, and mebby you will
see us there one of these days. Sho',
I've seen mighty little of the world—
about as far as a dog can trot in a
couple of hours!"
Betty glanced toward the squire
and Mr. Crenshaw. They were stand-
ing near the bars that gave entrance
to the lane. Murrell had left them
and was walking briskly down the
road toward Crenshaw's store, where
his horse was tied. She bent down
and gave Yancy her slim white hand.
Good-by, Mr. Yancy—lirt Hannibal
so that I can kiss him!" Yancy swung
the child aloft. "I think you are such
nice little boy, Hannibal—you
By Rev. J. H. Ralston, Secre-
tary Correspondence Course.
Moody Bible Institute, Chicago
. TEXT—My peace
I give unto you.—
WOULD TAKE BOOK
TO TELL TROUBLES
Carrsville Lady Says She Laid
Awake At Night Because
of Her Troubles.
J-esus . never
spoke an empty
or unneeded word.
He knew the rest-
lessness of men
in his day, and
knew that such
days, aud In ac-
the promptings of
his own loving
heart' sought to
dissipate It. In
only one way
could this be
displace it by something else.
Never In all the history of the rare
were the appliances for physical well-
being so numerous and well adapted
to the end sought as today. Home-
making, notwithstanding the passing
of the single dwelling as home, was
never so perfect; sanitation is far
and away superior to any period* of
the past; medical and surgical skill
defy many diseases that were former-
ly fatal; Institutions for the care and
cure of defections of various kinds
are found even in small places; pro-
vision Is lavishly made for tho educa-
tion of the young in literature, sci-
ence, and art as never before; and
millions of money are being poured
out, and great conferences are being
held In advancement of universal
peace—but the cry is yet heard,
"O, where can not bo found,
Rest for tho weary soul."
We may ask. Why is this, whon the
things Just enumerated are undenled
facts? We may have partial answer
In the consideration of the things that
stand out as an offset to these things,
fact3 as undeniable as they. If we
consider the conditions which charac-
terize all activities wo are given
pause. If we look at men in business
life, whether in commerce, finance,
manufacturing, or even agriculture,
the elements of competition and
chance keep the nerves stretched; If
wo consider the professions, law, med-
icine, or theology, the rivalry, how-
ever Inexcusable, proves a nerve-
racking experience; and If we enter
the spheres of politics, tile game at
first pleasant, at last comes to effort
to overcome opponents sometimes by
chicanery or even the use of corrupt
practices. To such men the modern
conveniences and appliances bring lit-
tle relief. Even that which was pos-
sible ten years ago, the getting be-
yond the reach of the malls or tha
telegraph by an ocean voyage, is no
longer possible. And so it is that
men are crying for the lodge In the
wilderness, the man of sixty seeks his
chicken farm, in a few years to find
Is the Case Hopeless?
Just at this point the Christian re-
ligion, by its head, Jesus Christ, ap-
pears with a solution of this problem.
He says: "Peace, I give unto you,"
and all that man needs, of rest, quiet,
contentment, and more. Is offered.
Loyalty to what Jesus meant com-
pels us to say that the peace here
offered rests on another peace. This
peace belongs to experience, the
thing men and women are crying for.
That peace refers to the right rela-
tionship with God, tho lack of which
Is the true explanation of the unrest
from which we would escape. That
peace is a status or condition secured
by trusting or resting on Jesus
Christ, the Son of God, the only me-
diator between God and man. We
have peace with God through faith,
and are placed in a position where we
can have the peace of God, that Jesus
speaks of in the text. In no case can
a man have the peace of God without
the peace with God, emphasis being
on the prepositions.
The world gives to the basest part
of our being, to the part that relates
us to the brute creation, and only In
exceptional cases to the intellectual.
If so how ephemeral is its offering—
for today with no promise of tomor-
Carrs7ille, Ky.—Mrs. F. E. Coasey,
of this town, Bays: "I had been af-
flicted for nearly six years with worn-
anly troubles, and would suffer so
much; every month!
It would take a book to tell what
I have suffered in that time.
I got so I could not sleep at night,
from nervousness. I had four differ-
ent doctors to treat me, but they
could not help.
When I took Cardul, It relieved me
at once. I can't praise It enough.
I hardly know how to tell you what
Cardul has done for me. I have tak-
en about seven bottles, and nothing
else I ever took gave me such relief.
All my friends know how bad I
was, and how Cardul has helped me
In many different ways."
Cardul Is made from purely vege-
table Ingredients, which act particu-
larly on the delicate womanly system,
building up health and strength where
It Is most needed.
During the past 60 yeara It has
helped thousands or ladles, afflicted
with Just such troubles as those from
which Mrs. Cossey suffered.
It Is therefore a remedy that you
can feel confidence In. Its merit 1«
guaranteed by years or success.
Don't experiment. Take Cardul.
N. H—Write toi I.nAIra' Advtaory
Dept., Chattanooga Mtdlrlne Co., Chat-
Tpnn., for Speelnl Instruc-
tion*, nnrt Ill-purr, book, "Homo Treat-
ment for Women," arnt In plain wrap-
per, on request.
A pretty girl never approves of men
who flirt with other girls.
Garfield Tea, the natural remedy for Con-
stipation, can always bo relied on.
Some of the charity that begins at
tome isn't up to the standard.
Knew Hla Weakness.
Benham—I like to Unger over •
Mrs. Benham—Yes, an internal one.
Ella—What do you think of hlmf
Stella—He's too mean to pay alW
mony—even a dollar down and a dol-
lar a month.
Gerald—What do you think of thl
GeraJdlne—It is a regular sound of
"He gave you soma Bound advice."
That s what he did. I would have
liked It better without so much
When to Call the Doctor.
When to summon the doctor is a
point which has probably puzzled most
people at one time or another, but In
the case of throat and intestinal
troubles there should bo no uncertain-
ty, says a medical authority. The doo-
tor should be summoned at once, for
the sore throat may be diphtheria, and
the Intestinal symptoms may mean
peritonitis, appendicitis or any one of
a dozen complications of serious char-
acter. Valuable time and the golden
opportunity may be wasted by wait-
ing for symptoms that aro sever*
enough to Justify calling the doctor.
8HE QUIT COFFEE
And Muoh Good Came From It.
He Had Not Long to Walt, for Presently a Buggy Hove In S,4ht.
the Blounts; but for myself, I'm sus-
picious of folks that keep movin'
about and who don't Beem able to get
located permanent nowheres, who air
here today and away tomorrow. But
you can't say that of the Yancys.
They air an old family In the country,
and naturally this col feels obliged
to accept a Yancy's word before the
word of a stranger. And, in view of
the fact that the defendant did not
seek litigation, but was perfectly sat-
isfied to let matters rest where they
was, It 1b right and JuBt that all cosU
should fall on tie plaintiff."
mustn't forget me!" And touching her
horse lightly with the whip Bhe rode
away at a gallop.
"She sho'ly is a lady!" said Yancy
staring after her. "And we musn't
forget Memphis or Belle Plain, Nev-
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
\\ hat was the matter concerning
the collapse of the official thermo-
"I don't know, unlesc
took lta temperature"
Jesus Parallels This Giving.
He gives to the highest part of out
being, the Bpirit. His Invitation to
men as followers Is not to a Moham-
medan heaven, or a modern elub,
house, but to physical hardship and
suffering—but it is to the spirit,
which is to live forever and whose
acquirements are lasting. He gives
really, and the man or woman who by
any chance seeks the peace because
of conscious worth Is doomed to dis-
appointment. What he gives satisfies
It Is deep, quiet, strong. It took
away the fears of the early martyrs,
It enabled a McKlnley to die-calmly
and gladly and to sing "Nearer, My
God, to Thee," and today enables Chi-
nese and other Christian martyrs to
face death without fear.
This peace was tested by Jesus
himBelf and sustained him all the
way to the cross, and it Is the peace
of him who was God and who said to
the waves on Galilee, "Peace, be
■till." What a guaranty, "My peace,"
tested and proven adequate, and that
of the Infinite God himself!
It is hard to believe that coffee will
put a person in such a condition as It
did a woman of Apple Creek, 0. She
tells her own story:
"I did not believe coffee caused my
trouble, and frequently said I liked i
It so well I would not quit drinking It,
even if It took my life, but I was a
miserable sufferer from heart trouble
j and nervous prostration for fpur years.
"I was scarcely able to go around at
all. Had no energy, and did not care
for anything. Was emaciated and had
a constant pain around my heart until
I thought I could not endure it. I
felt as though I was liable to die any
"Frequently I had nervous chills and
the least excitement would drive sleep
away, and any little noise would up-
set me terribly. I was gradually get-
ting worse until finally one day, it
came over me, and I asked myself
what Is the use of being sick all the
time and buying medicine so that I
can indulge myself in coffee?
"So I thought I would see If I could
quit drinking coffee, and got some
Postum to help m9 quit. I made It
strictly according to directions, and
I want to tell you that change was the
greatest step in my life. It was easy
to quit coffee because I had the
Postum which I like better than I
liked the old coffee. One by one the
old troubles left, until now I am In
splendid health, nerves steady, heart
all right, and the pain all gone. Nevet
have any more nervous chills, don't
take any medicine, can do all my
housework, and have done a great
"My sister-in-law, who visited me
this summer had been an invalid for
some time, much as I was. I got her
to quit coffee and drink Postum. She
gained five pounds In three weeks,
and I never saw such a change In any-
"There's a reason."
Kver read tha abora letter? A nen
On© appear* from time to time* They
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