The Lexington Leader (Lexington, Okla.), Vol. 21, No. 38, Ed. 1 Friday, June 7, 1912 Page: 3 of 8
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The scene at the opening of the story Is
laid In the library of an old worn-out
southern plantation, known as the Bar-
ony. The place is to be sold, and its
history fend that of the owners, the
Qulntards, is the subject of discussion by
Jonathan Crenshaw, a business man. a
strang(*r known as Bladen, and Bob
Yancy. a farmer, when Hannibal Wayne
Hazard, a mysterious child of the old
southern family, makes his appearance.
Yaney tells how he adopted the boy. Na-
thaniel Ferris buys the Barony, but the
<Julntards deny any knowledge of the
boy. Yancy to keep llannlb.il. Captain
Murrell, a friend of the Qulntards, ap-
pears and asks questions about the Bar-
ony. Trouble at Scratch Hill, when Han-
nibal is kidnaped by Dave Blount, Cap-
tain Murrell's agent. Yaney overtakes
Blount, gives him a thrashing and secures
the boy. Yancy appears before Squire
Balaam, and is disrharK'Ml with rosts for
the plaintiff. Betty Malroy. a friend of
the Ferrises, has nn eneounter with Cap-
tain Murrell, who forces his attentions on
her. and is rescued by Bruee Carrington.
Betty sets out for her Tennessee home.
Carrington takes the satfle Htage. Yancy
and Hannibal disappear, with Murrell on
their trail. Hannibal arrives at the home
of Judge Slocum Price. The Judge recog-
nizes in the boy, the grandson of an old
time friend. Murrell arrives at Judge s
home. Cavendish family on raft rescue
Yaney, who Is apparently dead. Price
breaks Jail. Betty and Carrington arrive
at Belle Plain. Hannibal's ritle discloses
some startling things to the Judge. Han-
nibal anil Betty meet again. Murrell ar-
rive in Belle Plain. Is playing for big
stakes. Yancy awakes from long dream-
less sleep on board the raft. Judge Price
makes startling discoveries in looking up
land titles. Charley Norton, a young
planter, who assists the Judge, is mys-
teriously assaulted. Norton informs Car-
rington that Betty has promised to marry
him. Norton is mysteriously shot.
"There you go, Price—" began Ma-
"Solomon, this Is no time for me to
hang back. I shall offer a reward of
five thousand^ dollars for this informa-
tion." The judge's tone was resolute.
"Yes, sir. I shall make the figure com-
mensurate with the poignant grief 1
feel. He was my friend and client—"
The next morning it was discovered
that some time during the night the
Judge had tacked his anonymous com-
munication on the court house door;
Just below It was another sheet of pa-
per covered with bold script:
"To Whom It May Concern:
"Judge Slocum Price assumes that
the above was intended for him since
he found It under his office door on
the morning of the twenty-fifth Inst.
"Judge Price begs leave to state It
ae his unqualified conviction that the
writer is a coward and a cur, and
offers a reward of five thousand dol-
lars for any information that will lead
to his identification."
Tom Ware was seated alone over
his breakfast. He had left his bed
as the pale morning light crept across
the great fields that were alike his
pride and his despair—what was the
use of trying to sleep when sleep was |
an impossibility! He was about to i
quit the table when big Steve en- j
tered the room to say there was a
white fellow at the door.
"Fetch him along in here." said I
The white fellow delivered a pen?
clled note from Murrell. When he
was gone, the planter ordered his
As Ware rode away from Kelle
Plain he cursed Murrell under his
breath. His own Inclination toward
evil was never robust; he could have
connived over a long period of years
to despoil Betty of her property, but
murder and abduction was quite an-
Three miles from Belle Plain he en- 1
tered a bridle path that led toward
the river. A growth of small timber
was standing along the water's edge,
but as he drew nearer, those better- j
ments which the resident of that
lonely spot had seen tit to make for j
his own convenience, came under his !
scrutiny; these consisted of a log |
cabin and several lesser sheds.
Landing, he advanced toward the
cabin. As he did so he saw two wom-
en at work heckling flax under an
open shed. They were the wife and
daughter of George Hicks, his over-
"Morning, Mrs. Hicks," he said, ad-
dressing himself to the mother, a
hulking ruffian of a woman. "Any-
body with the captain?"
"Colonel Fentress Is."
"Humph!" muttered Ware. He
moved to the door of the cabin and
entered the room where Murrell and
Fentress were seated facing each
other across the breakfast table
"Well, what the devil do you want
of me, anyhow?" demanded the
"How's your sister, Tom?" inquired
"I reckon she's the way you'd ex
pect her to be." Ware dropped his
voice to a whisper.
"John, you'll ruin yourself with j
your damned crazy Infatuation!" It
was Fentress who spoke.
"No, I won't, colonel, but I'm not
going to discuss that. All 1 want Is
for Tom to go to Memphis and stay
there for a couple of days. When he
comes back Belle Plain and its nig-
gers will be as good as his. I am go-
ing to take the girl away from there
tonjfht. How soon can you get away
And Then It's Chang# Your Name and Strike Out for Texas.
from here, Tom?" he asked abruptly.
"By God, I can't go too soon!" cried
the pSanter, staggering to his leet. He
gave Fentress a hopeless beaten look.
"You're my witness that first and last
I've no part In this!"
The colonel shrugged his shoulders.
Murrell reached out a hand and rest-
ed it on Ware's arm.
"Keep your wits, Tom, and within
a weeC. people will have forgotten all
about Norton and your sister. 1 am
going to give them something else to
Ware went from the cabin.
"Look here, how about the boy—
are you ready for him if I can get my
hands on him! I'll send hitn either
up or down the river and place him
in safe keeping where you can get
him at any time you want."
"This must be done without vio-
lence, John!" stipulated Fentress.
"Certainly, I understand. Which
shall it be—up or down river?"
"Could you take care of him for
me below, at Natchez?" Inquired
"As well there as anywhere."
"Good!" said Fentress, and took his
Three-quarters of an hour slipped
by, then, piercing the silence, Murrell
heard a shrill whistle; it was twice
repeated; he saw Bess go down to
the landing again. A hail-hour
elapsed and a man issued from the
scattering growth of bushes that
screened the shore. The newcomer
crossed the clearing and entered, the
cabin. He was a young fellow ol
twenty-four or five, whose bronzed
face wore a reckless expression.
"Well, captain, what's doing?" he
"If anything's to be done, now is
the time, Hues What have you to
"Well. I've seen the council of each
Clan division. They are ripe to start
this thing off."
Murrell gave him a moment of
"Twice already I've named the day
and hour, but now I'm going to put
It through!" He set his teeth and
thrust out his jaw
"Captain, you're the greatest fellow
in America! Inside of a week men
who have never been within live hun-
dred miles of you will be asking of
each other who John Murrell is!"
Murrell bad expected to part with
Hues then and there and for all time,
but Hues possessed qualities which
might still be of use.
"Hues, you must start back across
Tennessee. Make It Sunday at mid-
night—that's three days off." Uncon-
sciously his voice sank to a whisper.
"Sunday at midnight," repeated
"When you have passed the word
Into middle Tennessee, turn south and
make the best of your way to New
Orleans. Don't stop for anything—
push through as fast as you can.
You'll find me there. I've a notion
you and I will quit the country to-
"Quit the country! Why, captain,
who's talking of quitting the coun-
"You speak as though you were
fool enough to think the niggers
would accomplish something!" said
Murrell coolly. "There will be con-
fusion at first, but there are enough
white men in the southwest to han-
dle a heap better organized insurrec-
tion than we'll be able to set going.
Our fellows will have to use thetf
heads as well as their hands or they
are likely to help the nigger swallow
his medicine. I look for nothing else
than considerable of a shake-up along
the Mississippi . . . what with
lynchers and regulators a man will
have to show a clean bill of health
to be allowed to live, no matter what
his color—just being white won't
help him any!"
"No, you're right, it won't!" and
again Hues gave way to easy laughter.
"When you've done your work you
strike south as I tell you and Join
me. I'm going to keep New Orleans
for myself—it's my ambition to de-
stroy the city Old Hickory saved!"
"And then it's change your name
and strike out for Texas with what
you've picked up!"
"No, it Isn't! I'll have my choice ol
men—a river full of ships. Look
here, there's South America, or some
of those islands in the gulf with a
black-and-tan population and a few
white mongrels holding on to civiliza-
tion by their eye-teeth; what's to
hinder our setting up shop lor our-
selves? Two or three hundred Amer-
icans could walk off with an Island
like Hayti, for instance—and it's
black with niggers. What we'd done
here would be just so much capital
down there. We'd make It a stamp-
ing ground for the Clan! In the next
two years we could bring In a couple
of thousand Americans and then we'd
be ready to take over their govern-
ment, whether they liked it or not,
and run it at a profit. We'd put the
niggers back In slavery where they
belong, and set them at work raising
sugar and tobacco for their own boss-
es. Man, It's the richest land In the
world, I tell you—and the mountains
are full of gold!"
Hues had kindled with a ready en-
thusiasm while Murrell was speaking
"That sounds right, captain—we'd
have a country and a flag of our own
—and I look at those free niggers as
Just so much boot!"
"I shall take only picked men with
me—I can't give ship room to any
other—but I want you. You'll join me
in New Orleans?" said Murrell.
There never was a
thirst that Coca-Cola
.. goes, straight as an ar
row, to the dry spot.
And besides this.
"When do you start south?" asked
"Inside of two days. I've got some
private business to settle before I
leave. I'll hang round here uutll
that's attended to."
The Judge Extends His Credit.
That afternoon Judge Price" walked
out to Itelle Plain. Solomon MahaHy
had known that this was a civility
Betty Malroy could by no means es-
cape. He had been conscious of the
judge's purpose from the moment it
existed In the germ utate, and he had
striven to divert him, but his striving
had been in vain, for though the
Judge valued Mr. Mahaffy because of J
certain sterling qualities which be
professed to discern beneath the hard
crust that made up the external man,
he was not disposed to accept him as
Ills mentor In nice matters of taste
and gentlemanly feeling. He owed It
to himself personally to tender his
sympathy. Miss Malroy must have
beard something of the honorable
part he had played; surely she could
not be in ignorance of the fact that
the lawless element, dreading his tur-
ther activities, had threatened him.
She must know, too, about that re-
ward of five thousand dollars. Cer-
tainly her grief could not blind her
to the fact that he laid met the situ-
ation with a largeness of public spirit
that was an impressive lesson to the
These were all points over which
he and Mahaffy had wrangled, and
he felt that Ills friend, in seeking to |
keep him away from Belle Plain, was
standing squarely in his light. He
really could not understand Solomon
or his objections. He pointed out
that Norton had probably left a will
—no one knew yet—probably his es-
tate would go to his intended wife—
what more likely? He understood
Norton had cousins somewhere In
middle Tennessee—there was the at-
tractive possibility of extended litiga-
tion. Miss Malroy needed a strong,
clear brain to guide her past those
difficulties his agile fancy assembled
in her path. He beamed on his friend
with a wide sunny smile.
"You mean she needs a lawyer,
Price?" insinuated Mahaffy.
"That slap at me, Solomon, Is un-
worthy of you. Just name some one.
will you, who has shown an Interest
comparable to mine? I may say I j
have devoted my entire energy to her j
affairs, and with disinterestedness. 1 [
have made myself felt. Will you men-
tion who else these cutthroats have
tried to browbeat and frighten? They
know that my theories and conclu-
sions are a menace to them! I got
'em in a panic, sir—presently some
fellow will lose his nerve and light
out for the tall timber—and It will
be just Judge Slocum Price who's
done the trick—no one else!"
"Are you looking for some one to |
take a pot shot at you?" inquired Ma- J
"Your remark uncovers ray fondest j
hope, Solomon—I'd give five years of j
my life just to be shot at—that would |
round out the episode of the letter I
nicely"; again the judge beamed on J
Mahaffy with that wide and sunny J
smile of his.
"Why don't you let the boy go j
alone. Price?" suggested Mahaffy. He '
lacked that sense of sublime confi-
dence'in the judge's tact and dlscre-j
tion of which the judge, himself, en- J
tertained never a doubt.
"I shall not obtrude myself, Solo-
mon; I shall merely walk out to lielle
Plain and leave a civil message. 1
know what's due Miss Malroy in her
bereaved state—she has sustained no
ordinary loss, and in no ordinary
fashion. She has been the center or
a striking and profpundly moving
tragedy! I would give a good deal to
know if my late client left a will—"
"You might ask her," said MahalTy
cynically. "Nothing like going to
headquarters for the news!"
"Solomon, Solomon, give me credit
for common sense—go further, and
give me credit for common decency!
Don't let us forget that ever since we
came here she has manltested a
charmingly hospitable spirit where we
"Wouldn't charity hit nearer the
(to he continukd.)
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ECONOMICAL SOUL WAS THIS
Hebrew's Attempt to Save Fare Prob-
ably Went Astray, but the Idea
Was a Brilliant One.
Arthur W. Marks of Washington
tells this story to illustrate the talent
of the Hebrew race for economy.
A little Hebrew got on a train in
New York to go to Philadelphia, but
had no ticket. In the car with him
were the members of several the-
atrical companies and he noticed that,
when the conductor asked them for
their tickets they would reply;
"What company?" the conductor
would ask; and the actors would re-
ply by announcing the title of the
theatrical company under whose name
all their transportation had been paid
"Give me your ticket," the con-
ductor finally reached the Hebrew.
"Comp'ny," said the little fellow,
looking carelessly out of the window.
"What company?" asked the con-
Said the Hebrew: "The Pittsburgh
Cloding company."—Popular Maga-
Archie Finds a Sacrilege.
The last time President Taft was in
Chicago he was invited to the inevit-
able banquet. Accompanying him were
his secretary, Mr. Ililles, and his mili-
tary aid, Major Archibald Butt. In
the course of the dinner the Chicago
men sang a parody of Dixie.
Butt, who is from Georgia, had his
whole evening spoiled right there.
Somebody, noticing his pained expres-
sion, asked him what the trouble was.
"Oh, that song!" he exclaimed, sad-
ly. "You might as well parody the
Lord's prayer."—Popular Magazine.
Proof of Precaution.
Mr. Lansbury's concern, as ex-
pressed in the house over the mili-
tary drilling going on in the north ot
Ireland reminds one of a story of how
Ireland was occasionally taught to
shoot in the past. The war office once
sent a famous officer over to inspect
the militia regiments, and the officer,
after Inspecting, asked for a few
words with the drill sergeant.
"These men of yours," he said,
couldn't hit a target as big as Ua
Tower of London^ You can't have tak-
en much pains to teach them."
"Tacha thlm to shoot," gasped th«
sergeant. "Of course I did not tach#
thlm to shoot, her honor; for, bedad.
If I did thero wouldn't be a landlord
left In Munster."—London Chronicle.
In an Epigram.
Mrs. J. G. Pholps Stokes (Rose Pas.
tor) stated eplgrammatlcally at a din-
ner In Now York the value of an edu-
"Many poor people," she said, "are
spending their second childhood In
the almshouse because thsy spent
their first in earning Instead of learn-
The man with an imagination is
always on the ragged edge of making
Pessimists may be men who are dis-
appointed in themselves.
Laying Something by for Future.
The general prosperity can only be
a reflection of the prosperity of the
individual, and no individual is really
prosperous who is not laying aside
! something for the future The man
I who makes $10,000 per year and
spends $10,000 is poorer than the man
who makes $1,000 and spends but $900,
It may be hard to walk while your
neighbor whisks by in an automobile,
but it is the man who has the cour-
age and character to live well within
his means who accumulates enough
capital to do things in the world.—
Since the Slugger, Coffee, Was Aban-
Coffee probably causes mora bilious-
ness and so-called malaria than any
one other thing—even bad climate.
(Tea is just as harmful as coffee be-
cause it contains caffeine, the drug In
A Ft.. Worth man says:
"I have always been of a bilious tem-
perament, subject to malaria and up
to one year ago a perfect slave to cof-
fee. At times I would be covered with
boils and full of malarial poison, was
very nervous and had swimming in
"I don't know how it happened, but
I finally became convinced that my
sickness was due to the use of coffee,
and a little less than a year ago I
stopped coffee and began drinking
"From that time I have not had a
boil, not had malaria at all, have
gained 15 pounds good solid weight
and know beyond ail doubt this is due
to the use of Postum in place of cof-
fee, as I have taken no medicine at
"Pcitum has certainly made healthy,
red blood for me in place of the blood
that coffee drinking impoverished and
made unhealthy." Name given by
Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich.
Postum makes red blood.
"There's a reason," and it Is ex-
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to Wellville," in ptfgs.
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"I should thing Buggs made things
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"What need she care how he storms,
as long as she is reigning in it?"
The woman who cares for a clean,
wholesome mouth, and sweet breath,
will And Paxtino Antiseptic a joy for-
ever. At druggists, 2oc a box or sent
postpaid on receipt of price by Th
Paxton Toilet Co., Boston, Mass.
Economy In Atchison.
An Atchison man Is so economical
he won't go to a ball game unless he
gets a pass to a double-header.—
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