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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
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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.
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"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
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'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."
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