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JUST A SLIGHT DIFFERENCE
[Smartly Dressed Qlrl, Who Was Most
Precious Jewel In the Universe,
Mads Audible Comments.
It was at an afternbon concert anQ
In the stalls sat a smartly dressed girl
and the young man who deemed her
the most precloua jewel of the uni-
verse.
Behind theaa^aat a couple of the
•type of suburban concert-goers who
came rather to discuss the audience
.than listen to the music.
"Look at that girl Just In front of
us," commented one In a very audible
whisper. "She's a ahop assistant at
L—'s. I should like to know what
business she has at a gathering of thl^
sort. And just look at her hat! She
served me the other day with the one
I am wearing, and I suppose she per-
suades herself that there la no differ-
ence between It and mine. I never—"
j The girl In front turned with a crim-
| son face.
"Oh, yes, madam, there Is a differ-
'ence," she said guletly. "Mine Is paid
ifor."—St. Paul filspatch.
Dr. B. F. Bryant,
"&£s\&ew\. "DwYi&l
OHice Over Oklaliotm
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Newspaper Extract.
A neat correction by the Garnet
(Kan.) Evening Review: "A couple of
errors appeared In the report of the
M. E. missionary meeting In yester-
day's Review. The report was receiv-
ed by telephone, and some words
were Indistinct. In speaking of re-
sponses to roll call, we said each
was a verse of Scripture, In which ap-
peared the word 'teeth'. It became
necessary for us to extract the teeth
and put In their place the word
.'peace.'"
glanced in the direction of the City
Tavern, but it was wrapped In dark*
nesB.
"Price is drunk somewhere," wan
|h!s definite conclusion. "But he'll be
at Boggs' the first thing In the morn-
ing—most likely so far gone he can
hardly stand!"
The letter, with its striking news,
made little or no impression on him
Just then; it merely furnished the
clue he had sought. The judge waq
off somewhere marketing his pros-
pects.
After a time Mahaffy went up-
stairs, and, without removing his
clothes, threw himself on the bed. lie
was worn down to the point of ex-
haustion, yet he could not sleep,
though the deep silence warned him
that day was not l'ar off. What If—
but he would not let the thought
shape Itself In his mind. He bad wit-
nessed the judge's skill with the pis-
tol, and he had even a certain lrra-
"Are you ready?" he asked; he arm and glanced up; Hannibal had
gtahced at Mahaffy, who by a slight | stolen quietly into the room. The
hoy pointed to the still figure on the
inclination of the head signified that
he was. "I reckon you're a green
hand at this sort of thing?" comment-
ed Tom evilly.
"Yes," said Mahaffy tersely.
"Well, listen: I shall count, one,
two, three; at the word three you wlU
fire. Now take your positions.'
Mahaffy and the colonel stood fac-
ing each other, a distance of twelve
paces separating them. Mahaffy was
pale but dogged; he eyed Fentress
unflinchingly. Quick on the word Fen-
tress fired, an instant later Mahaffy's
pistol exploded; apparently neither
bullet had taken effect, the two men
maintained the rigid attitude they had
assumed; then Mahaffy was seen to
turn on his heels, next his arm drop-
ped to his side and the pistol slipped
from his Angers, a look of astonish-
ment passed over his face and left it
vacant and staring while his right
hand stole up toward his heart; he
tlonal faith In that gentleman's des-
tiny. He prayed God that Fentress J raised it slowly, with difficulty'
might die quickly and decently with | though it were held down by some In-
the Judge's bullet through his brain. | visible weight
Over and over in savage supplication j A hu8h Bpread acrog8 the fleld. It
he muttered his prayer that Fentress wa8 ,ike one of nature.8 tavl>1We
vTh . . . _ .. . i transitions. Along the edge of the
Mahaffy watched for the coming or1
the dawn,
lifted he had risen from the bed and
. . , , .. . , woods the song of birds was stricken
but before the darkness int0 sllence Ware> heavy-eyed-Fen-
"You wouldn't take no prize in a
beauty show, you know," Bbe sneered.
"Well, I don't see you writing no
beauty hints for the daily papers," re-
torted the other.
THE
PRODIGAL
JUDGE
Kjiy VXUGHAM KtSTER.
/UVSTQATfOHS BYD.MELV/U
CoMmvtrf i$ii T*e Boeet Mteeitt Conatrtr
Continued from last ween.
laughed aloud. In spite of everything
he was keeping his engagement, he
was plucking his triumph out of the
very dregs of failure. The Judge
threw himself over the fence, a cor-
ner of the quilt caught on one of the
rails; he turned to release It, and In
that instaoit two pistol shots ranf out
sharply in the morning air.
CHAPTER XXXI.
8olomon's Last Night.
It had been with no little reluctance
that Solomon Mahaffy accompanied
Yancy and Cavendish to Belle Plain;
he would have preferred to remain In
Raleigh In attendance upon Judge
Price. Intimately acquainted with the
Judge's mental processes, he could fol-
low all the devious workings of that
magnificent mind; he could fathom
the simply hellish Ingenuity he was
.capable of putting forth to accom-
plish temporary benefits. Permitting
his thoughts to dwell upon the min-
gled strength and weakness which
was so curiously blended In Slocum
Price's character, he had horrid vi-
sions of that great soul, freed from
the trammels of restraint, confiding
his melancholy history to Mr. Pegloe
in the hope of bolstering his fallen
credit at the City Tavern.
Always where the Judge was con-
flerned he fluctuated between extremes
of doubt and confidence. He felt that
under the urgent spur of occasion his
friend could rise to any emergency,
while a Sustained activity made de-
mands which he could not Batlsfy;
then his efforts were discounted by
his insane desire to realize at once on
his opportunities; in his haste be was
<or ever plucking unripe Trult; and
though he might keep one eye on the
main chance the other was fixed just
as resolutely on the nearest tavern.
With the great stake which fate
had suddenly Introduced into their los-
ing game, he wished earnestly to be-
llleve that the Judge would stay qulet-
ty in his office and complete the task
le had set himself; that with this off
(his hands the promise of excitement
'at Belle Plain would compel his pres-
ence there, when he would pass some-
what under the restraining Influence
which be was determined to exert;
>ln short, to Solomon, life embraced
Just the one vital consideration,
which was to maintain the judge in a
state of sobriety until after his meet-
ing with Fentress.
The purple of twilight was stealing
over the land when he and his two
companions reached Belle Plain. They
learned that Tom Ware had returned
from Memphis, that the bayou had
been dragged but without results, and
that as yet nothing had been heard
from Carrington or the dogs he had
gone for. .
Presently Cavendish and Yancy set
off across the fields. They were go-
ing on to the raft, to Polly and the
'•lx little Cavendishes, whom they had
not Been since early morning; but,
they promised to be back at Belle Mahaffy
goue downstairs, where he made him-
self a cup of wretched coffee. Then
he blew out his candle and watched
the gray light spread. He was im-
patient now to be off, and fully an
hour before the sun, set out for
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 the 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 of the
same mind.
There was an awkward pause, then
Fentress and Ware spoke together in
a low tone. The planter's speech was
broken and hoarse, and his heavy,
blood-shot eyes, were the eyes of a
haunted man; this was all a part or
Fentress* scheme to face the world,
and Ware still believed that the fires
Hicks had kindled had served his des-
! perate need.
' When the first long shadows stole
j out from the edge of the woods Fen-
! tress turned to Mahaffy, whose glance
| was directed toward the distant cor-
1 ner of the field, where he knew his
friend must first appear.
J "Why are we waiting, sir?" he de-
i manded, his tone cold and formal.
! "Something has occurred to detain
Price," answered Mahaffy.
The colonel and Ware exchanged
! looks. Again they spoke together,
] while Mahaffy watched the road. Ten
| minutes slipped by in this manner,
and once more Fentress addressed
Plain within an hour.
By very nature an allen, Mahaffy
sought out a dark corner on the wide
porch that overlooked the river to
await their return. The house had
been thrown open, and supper was be-
ing served to whoever cared to stay
and partake of it. The murmur of
idle purposeless talk drifted out to
him; he was Irritated and offended by
it. There was something garish In
this indiscriminate hospitality in the
very home of tragedy. As the mo-
ments slipped by his sense of dis-
pleasure Increased, with mankind In
general, with himself, and with the
judge—principally with the Judge—
•who was to make a foolish target or I
"Do you know what could have de-
tained him?" he inquired, the ghost
of a smile curling hie thin Hps.
"I don't," said Mahaffy, and relapsed
into a moody and anxious Bilence. He
held dueling in very proper abhor-
rence, and only his feeling of intense
j but never-declared loyalty to his
i friend had brought him there.
I Another interval of waiting sue-
; ceeded.
"I have about reached the end of
j my patience; I shall wait just ten
minutes longer," Bald Fentress, and
drew out his watch.
"Something has happened—" began
Mahaffy.
"I have kept my engagement; he
tress, his lips twisted by a tortured
smile, watched Mahaffy as he panted
for breath, with his hand clenched
against hia breast. That dead, oppres-
sive silence lasted but a moment;
from out of It came a cry that Bmote
on the wounded man's ears and
reached his consciousness.
"It's Price—" he gasped, his words
bathed in blood, and he pitched for-
ward on his face.
Ware and Fentress had heard the
cry, too, and running to their horBes
threw themselves Into the saddle and
galloped off. The judge midway of
the meadow roared out a furious pro-
test, but the mounted men turned In-
to the highroad and vanished from
sight, and the judge's ehaklng legs
bore him swiftly in the direction of
the gaunt figure on the ground.
Mahaffy struggled to rise, for he
was hearing his friend's voice now,
the voice of utter anguish, calling hla
name. At last painful effort brought
him to hla kneea. He saw the judge,
clothed principally in a gaily colored
bed-qullt, hatless and shoeless, his
face sodden and bleary from his
night's debauch. Mahaffy stood erect
and staggered toward him, his hand
over his wound, his features drawn
and livid, then with a cry he dropped
at his friend's feet.
"Solomon! Solomon!" And the
judge knelt beside him.
"It's all right, Price; I kept your
appointment," whispered Mahaffy; a
bloody spume was gathering on hla
Hps, and he stared up at his friend
with glassy eyes.
In very shame the judge hid hla
face In his hands, while sobs shook
him.
bed.
"Judge, what makes Mr. Mahaffy He
bo quiet—Is he dead?" he asked In a
whisper.
"Yes, dear lad," began the Judge in
a shaking voice, as he drew Hannibal
toward him, "your friend and mine Is
dead—we have loat him." He lifted
the boy Into his lap, and Hannibal
pressed a tear-stained face against
the judge's shoulder. "How did you
get here?" the Judge questioned gent-
ly.
"Uncle Bob fetched me," said Han-
nibal. "He's down-stairs, but he
didn't tell me Mr. Mahaffy was dead."
"We have sustained a great loss,
Hannibal, and we must never forget
the moral grandeur of the man. Some
day, when you are older, and I can
bring myself to speak of it, 1 will tell
you of his last moments." The Judge's
voice broke, a thick sob rose choking-
ly In his throat. "Poor Solomon! A
man of such tender feeling that he hid
it from the world, for his was a rare
nature which only revealed itself to
the chosen few he honored with his
love." The judge lapsed into a mo-
you
himself in the morning. He was go- j ?,houlf h^e kept his'" stress con-
ing to give the man who had wrecked I t,nued' addre8sinS Ware. "I am sor-
hls life a chance to take It as well. !
Mahaffy's cold logic dealt cynically
with the preposterous situation his
friend had created.
In the midst of his angry medita- J
tions he heard a clock strike In the |
hall and counted the strokes. It was
nine o'clock. Surely Yancy and Cav- J
endlsh had been gone their hour! He
quitted his seat and strolled restless-
ly about the house. He felt deeply
Indignant with everybody and every-
thing. Human intelligence seemed
but a pitiable advance on brute in-
stinct. A whole day had passed and
what had been accomplished? Car-
rington, the judge, Yancy, Cavendish
—the four men who might have
worked together to some purpose—
had widely separated themselves; and
here was the duel, the very climax of
absurdity. He resumed his dark cor-
ner and waited another hour. Still
no Carrington, and Yancy and Caven-
dish had not come up from the raft.
"Fools!" thought Mahaffy bitterly.
All of them fools!"
At last he decided to go back to
the Judge; and a moment later was
hurrying down the lane in the direc-
tion of the highroad, but, Jaded as he
was by the effort he had already put
for that day, the walk to Raleigh
made tremendous demands on him,
and It was midnight when he entered
the little town.
It cannot be said that he was alto-
gether surprised when he found their
cottage dark and apparently desert-
ed. He had half expected this. En-
tering, and not stopping to secure a
candle, he groped hla way upstairs to
the room on the second floor which
he and the Judge shared.
"Price!" he called, but this gained-
him no response, and he cursed soft-
ly under bis breath.
He hastily descended to the kitch-
en, lighted a candle, and stepped into
the adjoining room. On the table was
a neat pile of papers, and topping the
pile was the president's letter. Be-
ing burdened by no false scruples,
md thinking it might afford some
clue to the judge's whereabouts, Ma-
ttaffy took It up and read It. Having
mastered Its contents he instantly
The Pistol 8llpped From His Fingers.
"Solomon—Solomon, why did
do this?" he cried miserably.
The harsh lines on the dying man's
face erased themselves.
"You're the 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 Judge buried hla face In
his hands.
"I know it, Solomon—I know it!"
he moaned wretchedly.
"Price, you are still a man to be
reckoned with. There's the boy; take
your place for his sake and keep It—
you can."
"I will—by God, I will!" gasped the
judge. "You hear me? You hear me,
j Solomon? By God's good help, I will!"
"You have the president's letter—
I saw It—" said Mahaffy In a whisper.
| "Yes!" cried the judge. "Solomon,
i the world Is changing Tor us!"
j "For me most of all," murmured
Mahaffy, and there was a bleak in-
| stant when the judge's ashen counte-
j nance held the full pathos of age and
■ failure. "Remember your oath, Price,"
j gasped the dying man. A moment of
j silence succeeded. Mahaffy's eyes
closed, then the heavy lids slid back.
He looked up at the judge while the
: harsh lines of his sour old face soft-
ened wonderfully. "Kiss me. Price,"
he whispered, and as the judge bent1
| to touch him on the brow, the soft-
ened Unes fixed themselves in death,
j while on his Hps 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
the dead man lay; unconscious or the
flight of time he sat with his head
bowed in his hands, having scarcely
altered his position since he begged
ry to have brought you here for noth-
ing, Tom."
"Walt!" said Mahaffy, planting him- I tho8e who carr'ed Mahaffy up the
6elf squarely before Fentress. ' narrow ®falrs to leave him alone with
"I consider this comic episode at ^ friend.
an end," and Fentress pocketed his
watch.
"Scarcely!" rejoined Mahaffy. His
long arm shot out and the open palm
of his hand descended on the col-
onel's face. "I am here for my
friend," he said grimly.
The colonel's face paled and col-
ored by turns.
"Have you a weapon?" he asked,
when he could command his voice.
Mahaffy exhibited the pistol he had
carried to BeHe Plain the day be-
fore.
"Step off the ground, Tom." Fen-
tress spoke quietly. When Ware had'
done as requested, the colonel spoke
again. "You are my witness that I
He was living over the past. He
recalled hla first meeting with Ma-
haffy in the Btuffy cabin of the small
river packet from which they had
later gone ashore at Pleasantvllle; he
thanked God that It had been given
him to see beneath Solomon's forbid-
ding exterior and into that starved
heart! He reviewed each phase of
the almost Insensible growth of their
intimacy; he remembered Mahaffy's
"Do You Mean We Alnt Going to Be
Pore Any Longer, Grandfather?"
mentary brooding silence, in which
his great arms drew the boy closer
against his heart. "Dear lad, since 1
left you at Belle Plain a very aston-
ishing knowledge has come to me.
It waB the Hand of Providence—I see
It now—that first brought us togeth-
er. You must not call me judge any
more; I am your grandfather—your
mother was my daughter."
Hannibal instantly sat erect and
looked up at the judge, his blue eyes
wide with amazement at this extraor-
dinary statement.
"It is a very strange story, Hanni-
bal, and its links are not all In my
hands, but I am sure because of what
I already know. I, who thought that
not a drop of my blood flowed in any
veins but my own, live again in you.
Do you understand what I am telling
you? You are my own dear little
grandson—" and the judge looked
down with no uncertain love and pride
Into the small face upturned to his.
"I am glad if you are my grand-
father, judge," said Hannibal very
gravely. "I always liked you."
"Thank you, dear lad," responded
the judge with equal gravity, and then
as Hannibal nestled back In his grand-
father's arms a single big tear drop-
ped from the end of that gentleman's
prominent nose.
"There will be many and great
changes in store for us," continued
the judge. "But as we met adversity
with dignity, I am sure we shall be
able to endure prosperity with equani-
mity—only unworthy (natures are af-
fected by what is at'best superficial
and accidental. I mean that the
blight of poverty Is about to be lifted
from our lives "
"Do you mean we ain't going to be
pore any longer, grandfather?" asked
Hannibal.
The judge regarded him with in-
finite tenderness of expression; he
was profoundly moved.
"Would you mind saying that again,
dear lad?"
"Do you mean we ain't going to be
pore any longer, grandfather?" re-
peated Hannibal.
"I shall enjoy an adequate compe-;
tency which I am about to recover. It
will be sufficient for the Indulgence of
those simple and intellectual tastes i ;
propose to cultivate tor the future,
Ir\ spite'of himself the judge sighed. poSe? I
neither mercy nor generous {««n:
but his courage was magnificent.'
Presently Hahnlbal was deep
account of those adventures he
shared with MIbs Betty.
"And MIbs Malroy—where is
now?" asked the judge, in the
pause of the boy's narrative.
"She's at Mr. Bowen's house.
Carrington and Mr. Cavendish
here too. Mrs. Cavendish
down yonder at the Bates' pla
Grandfather, it were Captain Mv
who had me stole—do you
was going to take me back to
Bladen?"
"I will see Miss Malroy
morning. We must
terests are identical. There
be hemp In this for more th
scoundrel! I can see now how
Inal my disinclination to push
to the front has been!" said the ,
with conviction. "Never again
shrink from what I know to be i
lie duty."
A little later they went down-s
where the judge had Yancy
a bed for himself and Hannibal
the floor. He would watch alone
islde Mahaffy, he was certain
would have been the dead man's
{then he said good night and
heavily to the floor above to
his vigil and his musings.
CHAPTER XXXIII.
A Crisis at the Court-K
Just at daybreak Yancy was rc
by the pressure of a hand on
shoulder, and opening his eyes i
that the judge was bending over hi:
"Dress!" he said briefly. 'TI
every prospect of trouble—get yc
rifle and come with me!"
Yancy noted that this prospect
trouble seemed to afford the Judge
pleasurable sensation; indeed, he
quite lost his former air of son
and suppressed melancholy.
"I let you Bleep, thinking you
ed the rest," the judge went on.
ever since midnight we've been i
verge of riot and possible blood
They've arrested John Murrell-
clalmed he's planned a servile
lion! A man named Hues, who
wormed bis way Into hia confidence,!
made the arreat. He carried Murrell |
into Memphis, but the local magi
trate, Intimidated, most likely, de-l
clined to have anything to do wlthl
holding him. In spite of this, Hues
managed to get his prisoner lodged In
Jail, but along about nightfall the sit-
uation began to look serious. Folks
were swarming Into town armed to
the teeth, and Hues fetched Murrell I
across country to Raleigh—"
"Yes," said Yancy.
"Well, the sheriff has refused to
take Murrell into custody. Hues has
him down at the court-house, but
whether or not he is going to be able
to hold him is another matter!"
Yancy and Hannibal had dressed by
this time, and the judge led the way
from the house. The Scratch Hlller
looked about him. Across the street
a group of men, the greater number of
whom were armed, stood in front of
Pegloe's tavern. Glancing in the di-
rection of the court-house, he ob-
served that the square before it held
other groups. But what impressed
him more was the ominous silence
that was everywhere. At his elbow,
the judge was breathing deep.
"We are face to face with a very
deplorable condition, Mr. Yancy.
Court was to sit here today, but Judge
Morrow and the public prosecutor
have left town, and as you see, Mur-
rell's friends have gathered for a res-
cue. There's a sprinkling of the bet-
ter element—but only a sprinkling.
I saw Judge Morrow this morning at
four o'clock—I told him I would ob-
ligate myself to present for his con-
sideration evidence of a striking and
sensational character, evidence which
would show conclusively that Murrell
should be held to await the action of
tne next grand jury—this was after a
conference with Hues—I guaranteed
his safety. Sir, the man refused to
listen to me! He showed himself ut-
terly devoid of any feeling of public
duty." The bitter sense of failure
and futility was leaving the judge.
The situation made its demandB on
that basic faith in his own powera
which remained imbedded in his char-
acter.
They had entered the court-house
square. On the steps of the building
Betts was arguing loudly with Hues,
who stood in the doorway, rifle in
hand.
"Maybe you don't know this is coun-
ty property?" the sheriff was saying.
"And that you have taken unlawful
of it for an unlawful pur-
This was hardly in line with his
Ideals, but the right to choose was no
longer his. "You will be very rich,
Hannibal. The Quintard lands-
grandmother was a Quintard—will be
yours; they run up into the hundred,
of thousands of acres hereabout; this
land will be yours as soon as I can
establish your identity."
"Will Uncle Bob be rich too?" in-
quired Hannibal.
"Certainly. How can he be poor
when we possess wealth?" answered
the judge.
"You reckon he will always live
with us, don't you, grandfather?"
"I would not have it otherwise. 1
admire Mr. Yancy—he is simple and
direct, and fit for any company under
heaven except that of fools. His treat-
ment of you has placed me under
am going to open them doors
—a passel of strangers can't keep
folks out of a building their own
money has bought and paid for!"
your ] while he was speaking, the judge had
was the vl«Um of an unprovoked at- ! vaded the room. He lighted the can-
tack." | dies on the chlmneypiece, then he re-
Mr. Ware accepted this statement sumed his seat and his former attl-
wlth equanimity, not to say indifler- I tude. Suddenly he became aware of
9UCe- < ' * small hand that was resting on his
a * ^ wenl sji yuu uas yiacea me unaer
fine true loyalty at the time of his ar- everlasting obligations; he shall share
PvtlT " v, KUf k° 1)11111011 and I what we have. My one bitter, un-
ad „reached the availing regret Is that Solomon Ma-
helghts of a sublime devotion; he haffjr wlll not ^ here to partake ot
could only feel ennobled that he had | our altered fortunes." And the Judge
lnspired [L | sighed deeply.
At last the dusk of twilight In- > n i.
Uncle Bob told me Mr. Mahaffy
got hurt in a duel, grandfather?" said
Hannibal.
"He was as inexperienced as a
child In the use of firearms, and he
had to deal with scoundrels who had
pushed his way through the crowd to
the foot of the steps.
"That was very nicely said, Mr.
Betts." observed the judge. He
smiled widely and sweetly The sher-
iff gave him a hostile glare. "Do you
know that Morrow has left town?"
the judge went on.
"I ain't got nothln' to do with Judge
Morrow. It's my duty to see that
this building is ready for him when
he's a mind to open court in it."
"You are willing to assume the re-
sponsibility of throwing open these
doors?" inquired the judge affably.
"I shorely am," said Betts. "Why,
some of these folks are our leading
people!"
The judge turned to the crowd, and
spoke In a tone of excessive civility.
"Just a word, gentlemen!—the sher-
iff Is right; it Is your court-house and
you should not be kept out or It. No
doubt there are some of you whose
presence in this building will sooner
1 or later be urgently desired. We are
going to let all who wish to enter, but
i I beg you to remember that there wUl
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