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181PK ' I f ' Jrh Coprwr. /J KRBHMMHB SYNOPSIa. I CHAPTER I.?The s^ene at the opening * Of the story is laid in the library of an . old worn-out southern plantation, known 5 as the Barony. The place is to be sold, ; and its history and that of the owners, the Quintards, is the subject of discus- -1 sion by Jonathan Crenshaw, a business I: man, a stranger known as Bladen, and Bob Yancy, a farmer, when Hannibal Wayne Hazard, a mysterious child of t the old southern family, makes his appearance. Yancy tells how he adopted the boy. t CHAPTER IE?Nathaniel Ferris buys the Barony, but the Quintards deny any e knowledge of the boy. Yancy to keep j, Hannibal. Captain Murrell, a friend of the Quintards, appears and asks ques- C tions about the Barony. g CHAPTER III.?Trouble at Scratch Hill, t Yancy's home, when Hannibal is kid- | [ naped by Dave Blount, Captain Murrell's j agent. Yancy overtakes Blount, gives : him a thrashing and secures the boy. j r CHAPTER IV.?Yancy Is served with a r warrant for assaulting Blount. Yancy [ appears before Squire Balaam, and Is l discharged with costs for the plalntifT. I c V CHAPTER V.?Betty Malroy, a friend { of the Ferrlses, has an encounter with ! Captain Murrell, who forces his atten- i t tions on her. and Is rescued by Bruce ? Carrington, who threatens to whip the captain. CHAPTER VI.?Betty sets out for her Tennessee home. Carrington takes the I same stage. Yancy and Hannibal disap- t pear, with Murrell on their trail. He overtakes them in the mountains of Ten- - iicuace. iuurr^u kcui x cincy ui uuxv arm 1 etabs him in a fight that followed. Han, nibal escapes In a canoe. CHAPTER VII. On the River. 8 Betty stood under a dripping um- T brella in the midst of a downpour. | Just arrived by the four-horse coach that plied regularly betwee^ Wash- 1 Ington and Georgetown, she had ( found the long board platform beside . the canal crowded with her fellow passengers. Suddenly she became * *awaiir~dfa tSQ, familiar ilgure mov- 8 lng through the crowd. It was Bruce Carrington. At the same moment he saw her, and with a casual air that quite deceived her, approached. "You're leaving tonight?" he asked. "Yes?Isn't It miserable the way It rains? And why are they so slow? why don't they hurry with that boat?" "It's in the last lock now," explained Carrington, and gathering up Betty's hand luggage, he helped her aboard. By the time they had reached | Wheeling, Betty had quite parted with whatever superficial prejudice she j might have had concerning river-men. This particular one was evidently a very nice river-man, an exception to his kind. He made choice of the steamer on which she should continue her journey, and thoughtfully choso The Naiad?a slow boat. "I haven't a thing to offer her?this j 16 piam wauuess ui mme: no nei>i . telling himself, and then the expression of his face would become grim | and determined. Xo more of the river for him?he'd get hold of some land and go to raising cotton; that was the ' way money was made. Slow as The Xalad was, the days passed much too swiftly for him. 1 When Memphis was reached their. * friendly Intercourse would come to an : end. There would be her brother, or 1 whom she had occasionally spoken? he would be pretty certain to have J the Ideas of his class. The days, like any other days, dwin- 1 died. The end of it all was close at J hand. Another twenty-four hours and Carrlngton reflected there would only be good-by to say. J "We will reach Xew Madrid tonight," he told her. They were ' watching the river, under a flood of 1 yeiiow uiuuiuiguL. Carrington, with his back against a stanchion, watched her discontented- 1 ly. "You'll be mighty glad t? have this over with. Miss Malroy?" he said at length, with a comprehensive sweep . toward the river. j "Yes?shan't you?" and sho opened ! her eyes questionlngly. ! 1 "No," said Carrington with a short , laugh, drawing a chair near hers and , sitting down. Betty, in surprise, gave him a quick , look, and then as quickly glanced ' away from what she encountered in , his eyes. As she looked, suddenly pale points of light appeared on a dis- ! tant headland. "Is that New Madrid?Oh, is it, Mr. Carrington?" she cried eagerly. "I reckon so," but he did not alter I his position. THE ODIGAL IIIDCE V^uohahKester. UVSTqATMS BYD. MEL VILE '// T*t ICtPifitfOAHl COMCtrtr "But you're not looking!" "Yes, 1 am?I'm looking at yen. erkon you'll think me crazy, Mi! Ialroy?presumptuous and all thatmt I wish Memphis could be wipe iff the map, and that we could go c Ike this for ever!" + olLr on T qtv* nOfhir I UU inUOiu i lain ou x uiu uv?ui^ o you?" "Yes, you are. You're everythir o me," said Carrington dogged! You shall love me?" She was poi irless in his embrace. She felt h ireath on her cheek, then he klsst ier. Suddenly his arms fell at h ide; his face was white. "I was irute to do that?Betty, forgive mi am sorry?no, I can't be sorry!" They were alongside the New Ma id wharf now, and a certain your uan who had been impatiently watc ng The Naiad's lights ever since th< tecame visible crossed the gang-plar vlth a bound. "Betty?why in the name of goo less did you ever choose this tub aid the new-comer. "Charley!" Carrington stepped back. Th oust be the brother who had come i he river from Memphis to meet hi -but her brother's name was Ton ie looked this stranger?this Charh ?over with a hostile eye, offended 1 lis good looks, his confident mannc n which he thought he detected t ilr of ownership, as if?certainly l vas holding her hands longer thi vas necessary. An instant later, wh< letty, remembering, turned to spef o him, his place by the rail was d eiicu. I . * 0 0 All that day Hannibal was haunt >y the memory of what he had hea: md teen at Slosaon'a tavern. Mo """ 'You Shall Be My Gue6t for tl Night." . than this, there was his terrible sen Df loss, and the grief he could n aiaster. Marking the course of t mad westward, he clung to the woo( where his movements were asstealt as the very shadows themselves. Presently, as he stumbled forwai he came to a small clearing m t center of which stood a log dwellii ine piace seemt-u ueseneu. Tilted back in a chair by the dc of this house a man was sleepii The hoot of an owl from a nearoak roused him. Ho yawned a stretched himself, thrusting out 1 fat legs and extending his grc arms. Then becoming aware of tfc small figure which had stolen up t path as he slept and now stood I tore him In the uncertain light, fell to rubbing his eyes with t knuckles of his plump hands. "Who are you?" he demanded. "I'm Hannibal Wayne Hazar< said the boy. The man quitted 1 chair. "Well?I am glad to know y< Hannibal Wayne Hazard. 1 am S cum Price?Judge Slocuui Prl sometime major-general of militia a ex-member of congress, to mention few of those honors my fellow coi trymen have thrust upon me." J mnile a sweeping gesture with his t hands outspread and bowed pond ously. The boy saw a man of sixty, whe gross and battered visage told its o' ii story. There was a 'sparse white ; frost about his ears; and his eyes, | pale blue and prominent, looked out from under beetling brows. He wore a shabby plum-colored coat and tight, drab breeches. About his fat neck j was a black stock, with Just a suggestion of soiled linen showing above ' It. His figure was corpulent ant} unj wieldy. j "You don't belong In these parts, , do you?" asked the judge, when ho had completed bis scrutiny. II "No, sir," answered the boy. He f glanced off down the road, where r lights were visible among the trees. I "What town is that?" "Pleasantviile?which ie a lie?but I I am neither sufficiently drunk nor I sufficiently sober to cope with the pos; eibillties your question offers. Have you so much as fifty cents about you?" and the judge's eyes narrowed to a slit above their folds of puffy I flesh. Hannibal, keeping his glance :-s fixed on the man's face, fell back a - step. "I can't let you go If you are ?d penniless?I can't do that!" cried the )n judge, with sudden vehemence. "You shall be my guest for the night, ig They're a pack of thieves at the tavern," he lowered his voice. "I know ,g 'em, for they've plucked me!" H? y. rested a fat hand on the boy's v- shoulder and drew him gently but is firmly into the shanty. With flint and >d steel he made a light, and presently is a candle was sputtering in his bands, a He fitted it into thg neck of a tall ?! bottle, and as the light flared up the boy glanced about him. d- The Interior was mean enour" ig with its rough wells, dirt floor and h- black, cavernous fireplace. A shakejy down bed in one corner of the room ik was tastefully screened from the public gaze by a tattered quilt, d- "Boy, don't be afraid. Look on me ?" as a friend," urged the Judge. "I reckon I'll be glad to stop," answered Hannibal, is "Such confidence Is inspiring. Are ip you hungry?" er | "Yes, sir," replied Hannibal. 1! "What do you say to cold fish?" ;y the judge smacked his lips to Impart jy a relish to the Idea. "I dare swear ;r, I can find you some corn bread Into in the bargain." He began to assemble le the daloties he had enumerated, in "Here you are!" he cleared his throat jn Impressively, while benignity shone ik from every feature of his face. "A e- moment since you allowed me to think you were solvent to the extent of fifty cents?" Hannibal looked puzad zled. "I wonder If you could be Inrd duced to, make a temporary loan ol re that fifty) cents? The eUlu Involved Is really such a ridiculous trifle J I don't need to point out to you the absolute moral certainty of my returning It at an early date." It was not the loss of his monej that Hannibal most feared, and the coin passed from his posse.slon intc his host's custody. "Thank you, my boy! I must step down to the tavern?when I return, please God, we shall know more ol each other." While he was / still speaking, he had produced a jug from behind the quilt that screened his bed, and now took himself off into the ' night. Left alone, Hannibal graVely seated [ himself at the table. What the f judge's larder lacked in variety i( Rmore than made up for in quantity, and the boy was grateful for this fact, Presently he heard the judge's heavy, shuffling step as he came up the path from the road, and a moment later his gross bulk of body tilled the doorI way. Jlreathing hard and perspiring, Ihe judge entered the shanty, but his eagerness kept him silent until he ie had established himself in his chair I beside the table, with the jug and a 1 cracked glass at his elbow. Then, so bland and smiling, he turned toward :Ot ki. uia feuuai. j1? "My tenderest regards, Hannibal!" . ' and he nodded over the rim of the hy I 1 cracked glass his shaking hand had j carried to his lips. TwiJ* the glass ^ ' j was tilled and emptied, and then e j again, his roving, watery eyes rested lg" meditatively on the child. "Have you a father?" he asked suddenly. Hanl0rr j nibal shook his head. "A mother?" Jg. | "They both of them done died 1 years and years ago," answered the ! boy. "I can't tell you how long back lia It was, but I reckon I don't know a much nbout it. I must have been a lat small child." 0 1 "Ho?a small child!" cried the ^e* judge, laughing. He cocked his head ? on one side and surveyed Hannibal he ... ,, _j n? wayne nuzuru wiui ?i giaui.c v/i 1c seriousness, "in God's name what ! do you call yourself now?" ' i "I'm most ten," said Hannibal, with ! dignity. i "I can well believe It," responded 'u' the judge. "Where did you come ?" from?" ce' "From across the mountains." nr* 1 "And where are you going?" I "To west Tennessee." ,n~ "Have you any friends there?" "Yes, sir." \o "You've money enough to see you e*", through?" and what the judge Intended for a smile of fatherly affection ,se became a leer of inlinite cunning. ?n i ..j g0t ten dollars." ~ i. I Fresh Car C Will sell hulls at 40 c< Meal $1.50 per bushel Delivered in town. ,i ^ Eor better prices on S Market on Second Street. ? Bring me your beef < I market prices. Chicken I ? J. E. 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