The Canadian Valley News. (Jones City, Okla.), Vol. 11, No. 50, Ed. 1 Friday, April 26, 1912 Page: 3 of 8
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SYNOPSIS.
• T!1®, 8cene the opening of the story Is
"ala In the library of an old worn-out
•outhern plantation, known as the Bar-
ony. The place Is to be sold, and Us
ftistory and that of the owners, the
'VJulntards, Is the subject of discussion by
Jonathan Crenshaw, a business man, a
fftranger known as Bladen, and Bob
Taney, a farmer, when Hannibal Wayne
iWazard, a mysterious child of the old
►southern family, makes his appearance.
Yancy tells how he adopted the boy. Na-
thaniel Ferris buys the Barony, but the
<Julntards deny any knowledge of the
hoy. Yancy to keep Hannibal. 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. Yancy overtakes
Blount, gives him a thrashing and secures
'the boy. Yancy appears before Squire
Balaam, and Is discharged with costs for
the plaintiff. Betty Malroy, a friend of
the Ferrises, has an encounter with Cap-
tain Murrell, who forces his attentions on
her, and Is rescued by Bruce Carrington.
Betty sets out for her Tennessee home.
Carrington takes the same stage. 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
Itlme friend. Murrell arrives at Judge':
home. Cavendish family on raft resci
Yancy, who Is apparent!
breaks Jail.
on raft rescue
dead. Price
THE
PRODIGAL
JUDGE
\By \kUGHAN KESTER.
/uustqations By D.Melviix
CHAPTER VIII—(Continued).
"We don’t want to get there too
early," explained the Judge, as they
quitted the cabin. "We want to miss
the work, but he on band (or the
celebration."
“I suppose we may confidently look
to you to (avor us with a few elo-
quent words?" Bald Mr. Mahaffy.
the judge.
“And why not, Solomon?" asked
The opportunity he craved was not
denied him. The crowd was like
most southwestern crowds of the pe-
riod, and no sooner did the judge ap-
pear than there were clamorous de-
mands (or a speech. He cast a
glance o( triumph at Mahaffy, and
nimbly mounted a convenient stump.
He extolled the climate of middle
Tennessee, the unsurpassed fertility
of the soil; he touched on the future
that awaited Pleasantvllle; he apos-
trophized the jail.
Presently the crowd drifted away
In the direction of the tavern. Han
nlbal meantime had gone down to the
river. He haunted Its banks as
though he expected to see his Uncle
Bob appear any moment. The judge
and Mahaffy had mingled with the
others In the hope of free drinks, but
In this hope there lurked the germ
of a bitter disappointment. After a
period of mental anguish Mahaffy
parted with his last stray coin, and
while his flask was being filled the
Judge Indulged In certain winsome
gallantries with the fat landlady.
“La, Judge Price, how you do run
on!" she said with a coquettish toss
of her curls.
"That’s the charm of you, ma am.
■aid the Judge. He leaned across the
bar and, sinking his voice to a husky
whisper, asked: "Would It be perfect-
ly convenient for you to extend me a
limited credit?"
“Now, Judge Price, yOu know a
heap better than to ask me that!”
she answered, shaking her head.
“No offense, ma’am,” said the Judge,
hiding his disappointment, and with
Mahaffy he quitted the bar.
The sudden noisy clamor of many
■voices, hlgh-pltcbed and excited, float-
ed out to them under the hot sky. “1
wonder—” began the Judge, and
paused as he saw the crowd stream
Into the road before the tavern. Then
a cloud of dust enveloped It, a cloud
of dust that came from the tramping
of many pairs of feet, and that swept
toward them, thick and impenetrable,
and no higher than a tall man’s head
in the lifeless air. "I wonder If we
missed anything?" continued the
judge, finishing what he bad started
to say.
The score or more of men were
quite near, and the Judge and Ma-
haffy made out the tail figure of the
sheriff In the lead. And then the
crowd, very excited, very dusty, very
noisy and very hot, flowed Into the
Judge’s front yard. For a brief mo-
ment that gentleman fancied Pleas-
antville bad awakened to a fitting
sense of Its obligation to him and
that It was about to make amends
for Its churlish lack of hospitality. He
rose from his chair, and with a splen-
did florid gesture, swept off his hat.
“It’s the pussy fellow!" cried a
voice.
"Oh, shut up—don’t you think 1
know him?” retorted the sheriff tart-
ly.
"Gentlemen—" began the Judge
blandly.
“Get the well-rope!"
The Judge was rather at loss prop-
erly to Interpret these varied remarks.
He was not long left In doubt The
sheriff steped to his side and dropped
■ heavy hand on his shoulder.
“Mr. Slocum Price, or whatever
your name Is, your little game Is up!"
“Ain’t he bold?" It was the wom-
an’s voice this time, and the fat land-
lady, her curls awry and her plump
breast heaving tumultuously, gained
■ place In the forefront of the crowd
“Dear madam, this Is an unexpect-
ed pleasure!" said the Judge, with his
hand upon bis heart
“I Want My Moneyl
"I want my money!" shrieked the
landlady. "Good money—not this
worthless trash!" she shook a bill un-
der his nose. The Judge recognized
It as the one of which he had de-
spoiled Hannibal.
“You have been catched passing
counterfeit," said the sheriff. A light
broke on the Judge, a light that
stunned and dazzled.
“I can explain—’’
"Speak to them, Solomon—you
know how I came by the money!"
cried the Judge, clutching his friend
by the arm. Mahaffy opened his thin
lips, but the crowd drowned his voice
In a roar.
A tall fqllow shook a long finger
under Mahaffy's nose.
"You scoot!”
Mr. Mahaffy seemed to hesitate.
Some one gave him a shove and he
staggered forward a step. Before he
could recover himself the shove was
repeated.
“Lope on out of here!” yelled the
tall fellow. Mahaffy was hurried to-
ward the road. Twenty men were In
chase behind him. Then the woods
closed about him. His long legs,
working tirelessly, carried him over
fallen logs and through tangled thick-
ets, the voices behind him growing
more and more distant as he ran.
CHAPTER IX.
The Family on the Raft.
That would unquestionably have
been the end of Bob Yancy when he
was shot out Into the muddy waters
of the Klk river, had not Mr. Kich-
ard Keppel Cavendish, variously
known as Long-Legged Dick, and
Chllls-and-Fever Cavendish, of Lin-
coln county, In the state of Tennes-
see, some months previously and
after unprecedented mental effort on
his part, decided that Lincoln county
was no place for him.
Mr. Cavendish’s paternal grandpar-
ent had drifted down the Holston and
Tennessee; and Mr. Cavendish's
father. In his son's youth, had poled
up the Elk. Mr. Cavendish now de-
termined to float down the Elk to Its
Juncture with the Tennessee, down
the Tennessee to the Ohio, and If
need be, down the Ohio to the Mis-
sissippi, until he found some spot ex-
actly suited to his taste.
With this end In view he had tolled
through the late winter and early
spring, building himself a raft on
which to transport his few belongings
and his numerous family.
Thus It happened that as Murrell
and Slosson were dragging Yancy
down the lane, Cavendish was Just
rounding a bend In the Elk, a quar
ter of a mile distant. Leaning loose-
ly against the long handle of his
sweep, he was watching the lane of
bright water that ran between the
black shadows cast by the trees on
either bank.
He beard a dull splash, and caught
sight of some object In the eddy that
swept alongside. Mr, Cavendish
Shrieked the Landlady.
promptly detached himself from the
handle of the sweep and ran to the
edge of the raft.
It was a face, livid and blood
streaked. Dropping on his knees he
reached out a pair of long arms and
made a dexterous grab, and his fin-
gers closed on the collar of Yancy’s
shirt. He drew Yancy close along-
side, and pulled him clear of the wa-
ter. Mr. Cavendish began a hurried
examination of the still figure.
‘There’s a little life here—not much.
Polly!" he called.
This brought Mrs. Cavendish from
one of the two cabins that occupied
the center of the raft When she
caught sight of Yancy she uttered a
shriek.
Her cry had aroused the other deni-
zens of the raft. Six little Caven-
dishes, each draped In a single gar-
ment, tumbled forth from their shel-
ter.
"I reckon we’d better lift him on to
one of the beds—get his wet clothes
off and wrap him up warm," said
Polly
"Oh, put him In our bed!" cried all
the little Cavendishes.
And Yancy was borne Into the
smaller of the two shanties, where
presently his bandaged head rested
on the long pillow. Then his wet
clothes were hung up to dry along
with the family wash.
The sheriff had brought the Judge's
supper. He reported that the crowd
was dispersing, and that on the whole
public Bentiment was not particularly
hostile; Indeed, he went so far as to
say there existed a strong undercur-
rent of satisfaction that the Jail
should have so speedily justified lt-
seW.
Presently the sheriff went his way
Into the dusk of the evening, and
night came swiftly to fellowship the
Judge’s fears. A single moonbeam
found Its way Into the place, making
a thin rift in the darkness. The
judge sat down on the three-legged
stool, which, with a shake-down bed,
furnlBbed the jail.
Where was Solomon Mahaffy, and
where Hannibal? He felt that Ma-
haffy could fend for himself, but he
experienced a moment of genuine
concern when he thought of the child.
Then—there was a scarcely audi-
ble rustle on the margin of the woods,
a dry branch snapped loudly. Next a
stealthy step sounded In the clear-
ing. The judge had an agonized
vision of regulators and lynchers.
The cautious steps continued to ap-
proach. A whisper stole Into the
Jail.
"Are you awake, Price?" It was Ma-
haffy who spoke.
"God bless you, Solomon Mahaffy!"
cried the judge unsteadily.
"I’ve got the boy—hi s with me,”
said Mahaffy.
"God bless you both!” repeated the
Judge brokenly. "Take care of him,
Solomon. I feel better now, knowing
he’s in good hands."
"Please, Judge—’’ It was Hannibal.
"Yes, dear lad?"
"I’m mighty sorry that ten dollars
I loaned you was bad—but you don't
need ever to pay It back! It were
Captain Murrell gave It to me."
“I consecrate myself to hts destruc-
tion! Judge Slocum Price cannot be
humiliated with Impunity!"
“I should think you would save
your wind, Price, until you’d wad-
dled out of danger!” Mahaffy spoke
gruffly.
“How are you going to cet me out
of this, Solomon—for I suppose you
are here to break Jail for me,” said
the Judge.
“Well, Price, I guess all we can do 1
Is to go back to town and see If I ,
can get Into my cabin—i’ve got an j
old saw there. If 1 can find It, 1 can |
come again tomorrow night and cut
away one of the logs, or the cleats of
the door.”
“In heaven's name, do that tonight, j
Solomon!” Implored the Judge. "Why
procrastinate?”
"Price, there's a pack of dogs In
this neighborhood, and we muBt have
a full night to move In, or they’ll pull
us down before we've gone ten
miles!”
"You’re right, Solomon; I’d forgot-
ten the dogs."
Mahaffy closed and fastened the
shutters, then he and Hannibal stole
across the clearing and entered the
woods. The Judge went to bed. He
was aroused by the arrival of his
breakfast, which the sheriff brought
about eight o’clock.
“Well, If I was In your boots I
couldn’t sleep like you!” remarked
that official admiringly, "But I reckon,
sir, this ain’t the first time the peni-
tentiary has stared you In the face.”
It was nearing the noon hour when
the Judge’s solitude was again In-
vaded. He first heard the distant mur-
mur of voices on the road and passed
an uneasy and restless ten minutes,
with his eye to a crack In the door.
He was soothed and reassured, how-
ever, when at last he caught sight of
the sheriff.
“Well, Judge, I got company for
you," cried the %beriff cheerfully, as
he threw open the door. “A hoss-
thlef! ”
He pushed Into the building a man,
hatless and coatless, with a pair of
pale villainous eyes and a tobacco-
stained chin- The Judge viewed the
newcomer with disfavor. As for the
horse-thief, be gave bis companion In
misery a coldly critical stare, seated
himself on the stool, and with quite
a fierce air devoted all his energy to
mastication. He neither altered his
position nor changed his expression
until he and the Judge were alone,
then, catching the Judge's eye. he
made what seemed a casual move-
ment with his hand, the three fingers
raised; but to the Judge this clearly
was without significance, and the
horse-thief manifested no further in-
terest where he was concerned. He
did not even condescend to answer
the one or two civil remarks the
Judge addressed to him.
As the long afternoon more Itself
away, the Judge lived through the
many stages of doubt and uncertain-
ty, for suppose anything had hap-
pened to Mahaffy!
Standing before the window, the
Judge watched the last vestige of light
fade from the sky and the stars ap-
pear. Would Mahaffy come? The
suspense was Intolerable. Suddenly
out of the silence sounded a long-
drawn whistle. Three time3 It was
repeated. The horse-thief leaped to
his feet.
"Neighbor, that means me!" he
cried.
The moon was rising now, and by
Its light the Judge saw a number of
horsemen appear on the edge of the
woods. They entered the clearing,
picking their way among the stumps
without haste or confusion. When
quite close, five of the band dis-
mounted; the rest continued on about
the Jail or cantered off toward the
road.
“Look out Inside, there!" cried a
voice, and a log was dashed against
the door; once—twice—It rose and
fell on the clapboards, and under
those mighty thuds grew up a wide
gap through which the moonlight
streamed splendidly. The horse-thief
stepped between the dangling cleats
and vanished.
The judge tossed away the stool.
He understood now. With a confi-
dent, not to say Jaunty step, the Judge
emerged from the Jail.
“Your servant, gentlemen!" be
said, lifting his hat.
“Git!” said one of the men brief-
ly, and the Judge moved nimbly away
toward the woods.
Now to' find Solomon and the boy,
and then to put the miles between
himself and Pleasantvllle with all
diligence. As he thought this, almost
at his elbow Mahaffy and Hannibal
rose from behind a fallen log. The
Yankee motioned for silence and
pointed west,
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
teRMTlONAL
SUIMSQIOOL
Lesson
(By 53. O. SEIsTaERS, Director of Even-
ing Department, The Moody Bible In-
stitute of Chicago.)
LESSON FOR APRIL 28.
THE BEATITUDES.
LESSON TEXT—Matt. 6:1-12.
GOLDEN TEXT—“Blessi'd are the purs
!q heart for they shall (No doubt about
It) see God.”
It was St. Augustine who first gave
the ordination address of Jesus, after
choosing the twelve, the title of "The
Sermon on the Mount,” a title now uni-
versally accepted. It la better perhaps
“The Gospel of the Kingdom,” telling
us of the characteristics of these mem-
bers of the new kingdom Jesus came
to establish, the Influence of these
members upon the world, and Is a com-
mentary upon the laws of this king-
dom. It Is this, and more, for it is a
prophecy of the church at work and
also a test whereby we are to know
who belong to this kingdom.
Their Spiritual Meaning.
There are In reality only seven ot
the Beatitudes, the "blessednesses”
and seven Is always typical of perfect-
ness. They are written In Old Testa-
ment language, but give the old form a
new and spiritual meaning. The re-
wards are not arbitrary, but are the
logical outgrowth of the character de-
picted.
The first four are passive virtues.
Happy are those who are poor In spir-
it, not the poor-spirited but the humble
minded ones conscious of their need.
It is the poor, as to this world, that
are to be rich In faith and to be heirs
of that kingdom which Christ haa
promised to those that love him (Jas.
2:5). Happy are those that mourn, for
they mourn not as those who have no
hope, they shall be comforted, yea,
they shall be strengthened. Paul tells
us of that sorrow which Is unto salva-
tion and need not to be repented of,
but the sorrow of the world worketh
death. Happy are the meek, those who
are not proud. The pride of man Is
soon cut off as grass. In him, the
meek and lowly, we are to find rest to
our souls. We are exhorted by the
meekness and gentleness of Christ to
receive instruction and Peter tells us
that our ornamentation that shall be
of the greatest price Is to be meek and
quiet In spirit.
At this point the master begins to
make bis practical application of the
lives of those having these character-
istics, upon the world about them.
Happy are the merciful. The with-
holding of mercy tends to poverty, but
the liberal soul shall be made fat, for
to the merciful he will show himself to
be merciful. Forebearing, and forgiv-
ing we enter Into this happiness, being
kind, forgiving, tender-hearted, even as
Christ hath forgiven us.
Righteousness Defined.
Happy are the pure for they may
draw nigh unto Gdd in full assurance
of faith for themselves and on behalf
of others. Indeed the writer of He-
brews tells us that without holiness
(purity) no man can see God, not our
own righteousness wherein we might
boast but the righteousness of Christ
which is by faith.
Happy are the peace makers, the re-
ceivers and the diffusers of this king-
dom. Not merely peaceable men, nor
pieces of men, but rather as Tyndale's
version Is, “the maintainors of peace.”
Led by the spirit of God they are not
only called the sons of God, but are
the sons of God (Rom. 8:14). "The
cause, not the pain, makes the
martyr," said St. Augustine. Those
who are presented for righteousness'
sake, not those who seek persecution,
are possessors of this kingdom; pos-
sessing it they are persecuted.
Being Is doing-doing does not pro-
duce life, and we have here a linking
of the old law and the new gospel. His
kingdom brings blessedness, happi-
ness; satan’s kingdom turns to the ap-
ples of Sodom. God says, speak out,
endure for others. His kingdom Is dis-
tinguished by altruism. The kingdom
of darkness says: "Keep still, live for
yourself." This kingdom knows not
the essence of brotherhood. •
Man ever asks this old question:
1 “IIow may I be happy?” Those whom
y Jesus selects as the happy ones are
looked upon by the world as the most
| unfortunate, but time has proven and
eternity will justify these declarations
of Christ. The good of this age be-
longs to the selfish and self-assertive,
the good of the coming age to the self-
renouncing. . It Is better to have sor-
rowed and to have received his com-
fort than never to have sorrowed at
all. The message of the meek will get
a hearing as against the censorious,
and the supremely happy are those
who shall see God.
Hunger for the highest and, the
noblest can find a supply for all its
needs In Jesus the Son of God and
only according to the principles be
here sets forth.
Jesus saw the multitude when he
gave us this sermon, which Is not a
sermon at all. He understood their
need, the state ot their hearts and
what was in their minds. He did not
see them as so many pawns upon the
chess board of life; he saw their life,
their sorrows, their sins. He read ths
story of human need and human des-
tiny.
Why rejoice over our reproach? Be-
cause this is the path Into this new
kingdom. And when we walk “for
Christ's sake” we shall <?nter therein
and rejoice greatly for we shall have
“great reward in heaven."
“Evtry Picture TMt a Story
BAD BACKS DO
MAKE WORK HARD
Backache makes the daily toil, for
thousands, an agony hard to endure.
Many of these poor sufferers have
kidney trouble and don't know it.
Swollen, aching kidneys usually go
hand in hand with irregular kidney
action, headache, dizziness, nervous-
ness and despondency.
Just try a box of Doan’s Kidney
Pills, the best-recommended special
kidney remedy. This good medicine
lias cured thousands.
HERE’S A TYPICAL CASE
Henry J. White, 419 N. 3rd St., Ft.
Smith, Ark., says: “ I suffered every-
thing but death from terrible kidney
trouble. I had awful headaches and
dizzy Bpells, urine scaldedand my back
ached constantly. Doan's Kidney Pills
cured me completely and I have had
no sign of kidney trouble since.”
Get Doan’s at any Drug Store, 50c. a Box
DOAN’S
OVER 100
YEARS OLD
Pettits Eye Salve
Beauty specialists encounter many
hard lines.
Good health cannot be maintained where
there Is a const) paled habit. Garfield Tea
overoomes constipation.
What Happened?
“Yes, I am going to klsa you when I
o."
“Leave the house at once, sir!”
A woman is so used to pinning
things that she can’t understand why
a man should make so much fuss about
a missing button.
As the Streets Are Cleaned.
Mother—Well?
Tommy—Don't you think I might let
the rain wash my face Instead of re-
moving the dirt myself?
A Correction.
“We are drifting toward a paternal
form of government," said the econo-
mist
"Pardon me tf correct you,” re-
sponded the suffragette, gently; “to
be accurate, you should say a mater-
nal form of government”
Found Imitation Difficult.
Bert, a freshman, closed a letter to
his cousin Joe, five years old, by say-
ing: "Now, I must quit and writ*
five pages on Esther.’’
The next day his father found Joe
armed with tablet and pencil, trying
to hold down his young brother Rob-
ert, and said to him: “Joe, what are
you doing?"
“I'm trying to write five pages on
Bob, but he won’t be still," replied
the little fellow."
Needn’t Kits Husband.
Supreme Court Justice Mareau In
Brooklyn, dismissed the suit of Sam-
uel Markowitz, a New York real es-
tate broker, for the annulment of his
marriage to Mildred Markowitz.
"It Is absurd to frame such Issues,”
Justice Mareau said. “Practically ths
plaintiff asks an annulment of his
marriage to the girl because she re-
fused to kiss him.”
The young woman was eighteen
years old when she married Marko-
witz, who, as alleged, had already had
four wives, of whom two had died
and two were divorced.
Every Crisp,
Little Flake
Of
Post
T oasties
has a flavour all its own.
“Toasties” are made of
selected white Indian com;
first cooked, then rolled into
wafer-like bits and toasted
to an appetizing golden
brown.
A favorite food for
breakfast, lunch or supper
in thousands upon thousands
of homes where people
are particular.
“ The Memory Lingers ”
Sold by Grocers
Poatum Oreal Company, Limited
Hattie Creek, Mich.
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