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- KMB By Booth Tarkington and Harry Leon Wilson X A COPYRIGHT. 19*9. BY TBX Klrby swung slowly sround snd fix sdly regarded bis magnificent snd amiable companion. Since wben bare yon contemplated snch so admi? rable partnership?" he blandly In i MM I it ejnsrea. "Ihrer since 1 first saw yob play. Klrby. Come; yoh partner, Bunce, Is erode?a blubber fsced Yankee, with ae manners whatever, suh. But yoh ajafl 1 are gentlemen snd would make the beat team on the river. 1 consider essr play tonight the biggest haul In g gerade, and I promise yoh mob like lt. tob 1 never go in fob picayune ef fslrs. My fingers sre growing a little See stiff fob skillful manipulation, and I frankly own 1 haven't yoh delicate aad almlrable finesse. Hut I have the saaaner. Kir by. and can rope the cat US for yoh to brand, sub. Til guar? antee yob the biggest game on the -?- ? >* river. Too will oblige me. sir," replied the other, carefully lighting s cheroot, Mby ?employing the prefix to ray name?If over in the future I am unfortunate enough to have you address me. Per? mit me to inform you that you are a blank scoundrel, sir! 1 cannot be too emphatic concerning that statement. Whenever I form a partnership with yon I will be more qualified for a front seat In hades than I am at the present moment Why, you low, thiev? ing swamp est," be cried, losing all aslf control, "bow dare you think 1 gamble like y ju? by getting unsuspect? ing victims drunk and then robbing them? I watched you outrageously cheat Mr. Randall snd ply him with Mqoor la order to cover your charac? teristically clumsy manipulation of the cards, and If I atepped in tonight and stooped to emulate the type of game which you solely play it was in ordt.* to saie your victim from complete snd total ruin. It is unnecessary to say that wben Mr. Randall is capable of ecllmating what has occurred and Is once more himself this deed will be returned to him " -Now. Klrby, yoh can't play that game on me." cried Moreau. Jumping to his feet. "Yoh come In on my kill and then try to do me out of the spoils. That don t go. Klrby. I'm too old a band. Keep that line of talk for sap beada. The Randall plantation Is sold under the hammer, and 1 get two third* or"? "Or what?" coldly demanded Klrby. carefully pocketing the deed. "You know me, Mr. Moreau. so don't try to pull a derringer. It'a considerably safer to wait until my back is turned. J say Mr. Banditti himself will destroy this deed and that bis plantation will Bot be Sold, and you may believe It St* not. Just ss you like. That ten thou aand pgsj vlrt tally stole 1 cannot, un? fortunately, refund, hut. believe me. that Is tbe entire extent of your steal? ings. For once In your life you are going to release a victim before he bns been completely sucked dry; for once la your life you sre going to be half fray derei.r"? ?ecent?" bellowed the other. ?That's a compliment from one of job standlng" ' I.Ike yourself, 1 game for a living, bfr Moreau." ? oldly Interrupted Klr? by; "hut. unlike yourself. 1 endeavor to do so honestly, and 1 ha\e Bffgf jmt stoo|>ed to the methods which you ogcluslvely employ. Although you are MORIA' < \KKr'-|.[.Y WII'INU UIK. HMOKINO riSTOt., hSrt'HNKD IT TO Ills POOEST, SOsmlnirly not aware of th?? f,c t, there is s distiu t difference between ? gen bier and a thief Oats I had the pri\ gSMfO of meriting the friendship und esteem ><f i?'enHemcn like Mi Randall, and I now warn you to keep your claws off him If ever In the f in uro 1 ?Steh you bleeding him us y j\i did ?in. swenInu' ind I will havog different Sort of discussion Tor your own s.ik" 1 bei: \1 'ii f., tcmemlit r this " Before More tu i on d reply the sot I ?f s slggjts shot rang auf fron one ol the staterooms sad er he d Itself oref the ri\iinpuidseiy Klrby Ittrned ba tbe d ind ss as did ??> Mot fjul ' !idrew his bund from the bres-'t ..f his ksag fr?* u coat a lor of gams ? pli g from his Den shsfered the stagnant labnccn I . snd with i rid Lite of feu tl r i : KIRBY1 Adapted From the Play of the Same Name by W. B. N. Ferguson ainslif. magazine company his nostrils and a bullet through the lungs the younger man, fighting hard against his fall, slowly eased himself to the floor. "For yoh, suh," courteously sneered Moreau, carefully wiping the smoking pistol and returning It to his breast pocket, while he coolly watched the writhing figure cough out its life. "I calculate, sub, yob are now booked fob that front seat in hades which you de? clined. TU teach yoh to play a low down game on a gentleman, suh." As be turned to refill his glass the door was violently torn open and a large, florid faced man entered. Mo reau turned, his hand slipping into his breast pocket For a long moment the twe confronted each other In silence. "Mr. Randall has just blown out his brains," said the Intruder slowly at length. "I guess that's your work, my fine old bucko. But I heard another shot Where's my pal, Gene Kirby?" His eyes, restlessly searching the dark ened corners, at length happened on the huddled thing, now lying very still. "Gene," be cried, stooping and raising the other's head to his knee. "Speak to me, boy. It's your old pal, Bunce." **I calculate yoh friend Is past speak? ing, suh," observed Moreau, backing toward the door and keeping a wary eye on the tlorld faced Yankee. "Mr. Kirby Insulted me, suh. and has paid fob It with his life. 1 shot him in fair and honorable combat" "Fair and honorable hades!" snarled Bunce, leaping to his feet "Shot him In the back, you skunk?your usual fair and honorable manner! You haven't the nerve to stand up and face a crip? pled hen!" "Stand back, suh!" warned the other, drawing his Derringer. "Yoh are nat? urally excited, and so I choose to over look yoh words, which I will not do in the future. But don't push me too far, ?uh?don't push me too far, foh even a gentleman has his limits." "No man ever double banked Gene Kirby twice," said Larkln Bunce la? conically, "and It'll be a good thing for you, Moreau, If he Is past speaking, which, 1 guess, looks the case. If be happens to pull through you can gam? ble he'll fix your case himself, but If he doesn't, mj fine old bucko, I'll settle your honorable hash. Yoh've stunk up this river just about along enough.'* "It will afford me considerable pleas? ure, suh," replied the pseudo colonel in his l>est manner, "to place yoh In the same position which yoh friend Mr. Kirby will shortly occupy. 1 re fer. suh. to a front seat In the grill room of his most Satanic majesty Yoh servant, suh. and a very good evening." Bowing, the flower of south em chivulry backed nimbly through the door and disappeared. _ OBAPTCB lit r9nT\OLOMlL JACQUES GAS Iv^J PABD DISO HA si PI MO fLT A UK A U, to give him his fall tSBtaJ title, doing all things tho: oughly. as befitted one of hi9 houorabie character, was not satisfied with, as hi thought disposing of Klrby's physical existence, but considered It his pleas urable duty to effectually ruin what ever little reputation had survived dur ing the other's dowuward career. Kirby. presumably fatally wounded hnd been carried ashore by Bunce at the Mil luudlng, and, In those days shooting aiid stabbing affrays etnauat lug from card games being only too common, but little attention had been paid to the affair. Cameo Kirby wa^ notorious the length of the river, and such an abrupt and tragic termination of his career had not only been fre queutly and cheerfully predicted, but was. moreover, expected of all such mom hers as graced his questionable profession. Indeed, for them a sober and respectable death would have been considered bad form. Among the gam bling profession there existed a certain code, which in a manner served to link those at the top. who, like Kirby an 1 BUBCO, wooed fortune honestly, to the Moreau type, gracing and disgracing the lowest rung in the gamblers' social ladder. This code. If so It may be termed, was an understanding to the ta*Sct that In no instance, however great the provocation, should the la w be invoked. Wrongs, fancied or nil thentle, were to be redressed solely by the bearers thereof, the Joint ollice of Judge and executioner being vested in each separate and distinct individual. I In view of this aCCOPtSd understand mg, Larklo Bunce had according!) made no mention of the fact that II probable murder bad been committed and. the passengers and steamship oili clals dismissing it as a gamblers' quar rel, Which wiis none of their affair, DO stigma or notoriety was attached to the pood Colonel Moreau. who, claiming to be an obi und valued friend nf Mr Randall? bed gone t<> the bitter's state room and bntsenly assumed charge ol the body llnuce's laconic statement s 11 ton pltll il j Irue, for the old plant er bad "U - I im II j ended his life. Again mfcrrlnfi hi Colonel Moreau'.-. h it \>\ !:?? nlty of d ting nil ibin rs well, It was ?|ttltf? ?'bnmcterlstk'tlinl In com pi te his r??vi.:?? .t;m^t ('amcmi |< Irin ? Ii i ? ' i Mr Ihiiidull's body, d.d no? hesitate to meet the sou ol the man for whose death ho had been directly and shamefully responsible, for young Tom Randall bad ridden over to the Plaquemlnc landing in order to greet ' his father, while over at the old home si<>ii(l all was hustle and excitement In honor of the master's homecoming. Anxiously Tom Randall waited to see the jovial and well known figure of his father march down the gang plank, waited to catch a glimpse of the familiar and weather beaten green portmanteau which the planter always carried. The moments passed. Other and numerous passengers stepped ashore, to be eagerly welcomed aud I claimed by their own, but John Ran- j dall wu* not among them. A curious and seemingly pregnant bush had suc? ceeded the landing of the freight, and off somewhere in the darkness a child whimpered shrilly. The boy's nerves were set on edge. Perhaps bis father was having a farewell talk with the captain and would come dashing out at the last moment with ail his old dis? regard for time and place. It was time the bell was clanging, the signal for backing away, for by now the landing of passengers and freight appeared to be terminated. And still no Jchn Ran? dall. The boy walked along the string piece until the Texas deck came the more prominently into view, tbe glow from the open windows of the port staterooms silhouetting the lean vis aged pilot, absolute monarch of his realm, who now that an easy stretch of the river had been entered loafed sbout while his cub took the wheel. "Hello, on board the Shotwell!" shouted young Randall, looking up at the pilothouse. "Is that you, Mr. Blx by? This is Tom Randall. Do you know If my father is on board? We were expecting him by your boat, sir." For reply Mr. Blxby, usually the pattern of courtesy, offered a memo syllable affirmative and turned from the window. But young Randall had no time to nurse his quick resentment, for now. "thk RCOTTNDRKli has alrkady paid POR it with ms Lara." gt last, his father had come ashore, j borne on the shoulders of two roust ubouts, while the captain and officers stood with bared heads and thankfully left the unwelcome task of explaining the tragedy to the amiable and willing Colonel Moreau. "My boy," said the latter, now lay lug u fatherly hand ou young Ran? dall's heaving shoulder, "although I am a stranger to yoh, suh, I have ventured to assume temporary coutrol of this terrible affair, fob 1 am a southern gentleman, as was Mr, Ran? dall, and 1 feel bound to yoh all by the ttea of sympathy and country. 1 was a witness, suh, to the events Wbicfa preceded and prompted this out? rage, and. although 1 am aware it is but poh satisfaction, still It Is some? thing to know that the scoundrel who was instrumental in causing yoh poh father's death has already paid fob it with Iiis life. My name, suh, is Colonel Moreau, and if I can be of guy further service to yoh all in this dark hour of tribulation pray com? mand me. suh. As an old soldier 1 beg of yoh to meet this calamity with the fohtltude of a Christian gentle? man," with winch admirable and pious adjuration the good colonel flourished his handkerchief and helped himself to a generous pinch of snuff. ?*1 I thank you. Colonel Moreau,for all yon have done," said young Ran? dall stonily, looking on the huddled thing at his feet. "You?you say you witnessed ;ny father's death':" "Not exactly, suh, fob he shot him? self in his stateroom. However hard to bear. I think yob Should know who and what prompted his death. The ?COUndrel, suh, was the notorious Cameo Klrby, of whom, perhaps, yoh have heard." Young Randall nodded dully, and Moreau. entering Into the spirit of the tale, continued: "I fohmed an acquaint* snce, suh. with yoh poh father when ho came aboard at New Orleans. lie confided to every one that he had sold his sugar crop fob ten thousand aud had the cash with him, und lie was in mighty Inch spirits because he was on his way back home to see his chil? dren. I'oh gentleman! As delicately as I can I must state that he was not quite himself, and by that, suh. I mean thai he had been Imbibing a little too freely, I don't have to tell yoh. suh, that there are certain characters on all the bl.: boats who keep a pretty sharp lookout 1'oh gentlemen with money who are in the condition yoh poh father, suh. was in tonight, ami I expect there was more than one river gambler on board who would have liked to gel hi? ll inds oil Mr Randall. But the one Who got him was the slickest and clev <ict of the lot, the Cameo Klrbj v. hum I Ii ? p mention* d Tir rascal, lh, llivel I' I j oli poll father into a private stateroom, piled him with mob liquor ami won from him not only all Iiis mouej an I per otial effects even including a miniature of j oh d >nd mother, suh?but also a deed to his en- | tire plantation and all his slaves, every? thing which he owned. I wh* too late to save Mr. Randall, but I knew Kirby by repute, and I was so screamingly outraged by the whole affair that I de? nounced him foh the low scoundrel he was. Thereupon he drew on me, btll I was the quicker and shot him down like a dog. They carried him ashore, suh. at the landing below this, and the river Is cleaner foh his death." "You have taken vengeance out of my hands." said young Randall un steadily. "The coward and villain: For a stranger, sir. the attitude which | you have displayed toward my family has been most considerate, aud 1 will never forget It. The?the hospitality of a house in mourning"? "No, no, my boy," interrupted Mo? reau, again employing his fatherly hand. "I am sensible of the honor, but I couldn't think of it This is a time when yob all must wish to be alone, and business calls me north. 1 merely stepped ashore in yob Interests as any gentleman would have done. There goes the bell, and I must run for it Honored, suh, to have made yoh acquaintance, though of co'se I deeply deplore the necessity which oc- I casioned it I will venture to pay my respects to yoh family when I return south, and pray command me in any occasion yoh may have. Yoh servant, suh." And with a maguiflcent bow the colonel turned and raced for the gangplank, boarding the Shotwell with a leap that shamed his fifty odd years. Meanwhile Cameo Kirby, a bullet through Ifis right lung, was maklug^a desperate battle against death, fight? ing for the life which he had consid? ered little better than worthless. In his efforts he was materially assisted by the crude but faithful Bunce, his gambling partner, with whom he had played up aud down the Mississippi for years. For two weeks this com? bat raged, Kirby hovering between life and death, but at the end he emerged triumphant as, over the gaming table when the odds were as heavily against him, he had emerged from many a hotly contested conflict I To those who judged Kirby's charac tar from the evil reports which gossip had spread concerning him and to oth? ers who, in their righteous ignorance, considered all gamblers legitimate chil? dren of the devil his remarkable re? covery would have been accepted mere? ly as another proof that the evil one favors his own, that the mills of the gods grind slowly, that justice is blind and that a scoundrel is difficult to kill, together with many similar ancient and redoubtable maxims which igno? rance and self righteousuess love to , distribute on every fitting occasion. Among possessors of the last men? tioned attribute Eugene Kirby was regarded as a black sheep who, re? ligiously avoiding the whitewash brush, was deemed beyond redemp? tion, for what man worthy of the name would have acted as had the last of the Kirbys? What if he had been but fifteen when his father died a bankrupt? What if he had been left an orphan, a pauper, with no im- ! mediate relative to care how he acted? Wasn't the heritage of an ancient and honorable name, the knowledge that some of the oldest and best blood in all the south flowed in his veins, enough to keep him straight? Most assuredly it was. There was abso? lutely no excuse for his drifting in with wild and dissolute companions. 1 becoming a common river gambler and rendering notorious and obnoxious a name which had hitherto been the synonym for honor and integrity. Kirby had been kept in Ignoranc* of Mr. Randall's suicide, but when at length he became convalescent Lar kin Bunce, harking back to the events of that memorable night, informed him, and the invalid, on his part, re? counted the occurrences preceding Colonel Moreau's precipitation of the "honorable" combat. "The news of Mr. Randall's death is a great shock," he added, greatly mov? ed. "He was my father's friend. Bunce, and when the devil played havoc with our affairs did all in his power to be of assistance. But for "i'i.l hcahk dp a phayer ok two tor JACK MOUKAU'H hOUL." my great pride 1 would have accepted his offer of guardian and, under his supervision, 1 hope, would have been I n credit to the name lusteud of the disgrace I am." "Now, you quit these here postmor? tems,*' remonstrated Bunce good on turcdly. but firmly. "You dou'l call me i n disgrace, do you? And nlti'l I your old side part nor? Bosh, if you play the game straight 1 guess there's lotH of wor e ways of making a living than gambling 'I he sawbones said a !?>? of real was coming your way, so Ju 1 fun over ou lie* other si !?? aud foi get it." "No, I can't, Bunce. Don't you re- j alize the position in which I am placed by Mr. Randall's death? I hold a deed | to his entire plantation, and 1 mus: sign a release without delay. What If It should ever be thought that 1 en tered the game in earnest, with the deliberate intention of robbing Mr Randall? You know my reputation." he added bitterly, "and how easy it is for a dog to earn a had name Brinfc i me pen and ink at once. Larkin. if you please, for I won't have a moment's peace until I sign that paper." j Propped up ou the pillows and sup? ported by the still grumbling Bunce, he wrote the following: I hereby surrender the absolute posses? sion of all the prooerty herein described to the child or children 01 John Randall. EUGENE KIRBY. "There!" be exclaimed. "Now I feel better, and there is no chance of my old neighbor's children being defraud? ed out of their Inheritance." "You worry a heap more about tbem than yourself," observed Bunce, "and there's no call for It. Even If they knew you bad got this deed you're reckoned as a dead man by everybody. I beard from one of the boys that Mo reau bad skipped to Mexico, but you know how the river calls, and he'll an? swer sooner or later. When the fine old bucko does return don't be fool enough to give him another chance at your back, for he's a painfully modest cuss and prefers to'stay in the rear. By rights he ought to get the same dose he gave you, and Pd do it for the asking." "You know you wouldn't," said Kir by simply. "The moment I learn that Moreau has returned you may arrange a meeting for us. You can leave the rest to me." Bunce nodded. "I guess there ain't any one who could get the better of you, Gene, face to face. I ain't much of a hand at the gospel, but I'll scare up a prayer or two for Jack Moreau's soul." A m CHAPTER IV. LMOST one year elapsed be? fore Colonel Moreau. bark? ening at length to the call of the river, returned to his old haunts in New Orleans. Wben be did so it was to learn that his supposed victim had entirely recovered from the effects of the "honorable combat" and, in conjunction with his partner, had reoccupled his old niche of fane premier professional gambler of tue Mississippi. Quit * aside from all finan? cial reasons?the fact that a more skillful and successful rival was gar? nering the major spoils of the river? the news of his victim's recovery was seriously disquieting to the honorable colonel, and had he been forewarned he might have indefinitely prolonged his acquaintance with the more health? ful climate of Mexico. He knew that Kirby was not the type of man to for? get or condone a bullet in the back or the smirching of whatever little re? mained of his once fair reputation, and had he even remotely suspected that he would recover he (Moreau) would not have prevaricated so cheer? fully and with such abandon to young Randall. How much did the boy now know? That was the all important question. Kirby. of course, had learn? ed that he stood accused of the late John Randall's suicide, but had he taken the trouble to refute it? Mo? reau did not think so, and Moreau was right. Kirby had but vaguely heard of the unjust accusation and, having been long since casehardened to calumny in all its phases, paid little If any at? tention. Had any member of the Ran? dall family sought him out he would, as a matter of duty, have proved his innocence. But they, believing him dead, had not done so, and he refused to take the initiative, partly because he could not give absolute credence to the rumor, but in a greater measure because of the demands upon his time. After all. it did not matter. It meant only another tally to the score of Jack Moreau, and all would be wiped out by that gentleman's death, an undertaking upon which he had definitely decided. What stood be? tween them could be eradicated only by the bullet. Meanwhile the passing year had brought with It many changes for the surviving members of the Randall fam? ily. Life is tenacious, and they had persisted in surviving as best they could the shock incideut upon their father's suicide. The one small meas? ure of satisfaction in the whole ter? rible .affair was the knowledge that the despoil er of their home had promptly met his death and that in consequence they were at least saved from pauper? ization, for they were entirely lgpo rant of Kirby's recovery or the meas? ures he had voluntarily taken for their protection. To the only girl, Adele, had fallen the brunt of suffering. The General, a child of eight, was too young to fully comprehend his loss, while Tom. a hot headed youth In his early twenties, occupied all his time with the planta? tion and devoted all spare moments to nursing his hatred against Kirby's memory While glorying in the hit? ter's supposed death he deplored that his hand had not effected it. Where grief had paralyzed Adele it had but further aroused the boy's militant and aggressive nature, adding, moreover, a veneer of youthful and bitter cynicism. He abhorred Kirby's memory with an intensity passing the hatred of man and, even had he been a stranger to the then prevailing and primitive no? tions of jus'ice, would, had he known the other lived, have Immediately BOUgbt him out and killed him. If his father's luetnor) demanded that no re hist.iihc should be made to the gam? bler's claim it likewise demanded that the latter should not live overlong to enjoy \\\< iiowly acquired property. More than once, as if uneasy Intul tion soiij hi to prompt the truth, the buy had sugge led to his sister the pos? sibility et Kirby having survived Mo leans sincere attentions, Then lie ? ??? "*! ? in an ;u trurmiah*? III ? f ' r... .Hid i: itrefl "'s;: " : n ?eoUndre| ban lived ami luterd.< renplng the reward of his Crime" lie .v. ;;!.! .v> ?He p.,iM,.d that tie,br the v i est scoundrelisiu ever pro? rked Wei! let him make good his claim if he can N ?'But who will uisputt* it';' Adele would lifeiessl) iuq lire ; licking at her black dress, while twin patenvs of scariet would Itegiti to buro in the dead white of bei face ??Du you think we could stoop to ask mer y from a man of ihai MilDipl Wlietiier the deed was gained honestly or not. it does not matter. Father's signature is on the paper, and we must stand by it. Tom. You tnow that. Any? way." she would tiuish drearily, * what does it matter? What does it matter where we go. what we become? Let this Mr. Kirby?if that be bis name finish the work he began so well." "1?1 wish you could pluck up a little more spirit. Dele," he would re? turn, solicitous and resentful in the one breath. "Doesn't the thought of that scoundrel's possible recovery make your blood boil? Don't you ever "SUPPOSING THAT SCOUNDREL INTENDS BKA PING THB REWARD OP HIS GRIME! " consider the thought of you and the General and me being rendered abso? lute paupers? Think of what it would mean to leave the only home we have known"? ?'1 have thought of all that until my brain is sick?sick like my heart," she would interrupt colorlessly. "1 have long contemplated the possibility* thought that the deed might, after all. be enforced. 1 have talked the mat? ter over with Aunt Davezac. W;e have decided that tbv moment we learn that this?this gambler is alive we will put the place in order and leave immediately for New Orleans?again quarter ourselves on aunty. After that?well, you and 1 must learn how to work. Tom. We must provide for .he General's schooling, and of course we cannot he a burden on Aunt Da? vezac one moment longer than is ab? solutely necessary. Above all. there mast on no account he any opposition to this Mr. Kirby's claim, supposing he still lives" "Yes. 1 suppose you're right. Dele," he would reluctantly agree. "We could not dishonor father'e memory by re? sisting ibe scoundrel's claim." And bad sorrow not blurred the girl's perception, rendered her indifferent to everything, she would instantly have suspected her brother's ingenuousness, for, hot headed and Impulsive, he was not one to heed advice, accept the pas? sive course that she had outlined. As the months passed and nothing was heard of Kirby the possibility of his being alive and ever claiming the plantation was finally abandoned by Adele. But young Randall, although carefully professiug to the contrary, still entertained the suspicion that his enemy lived. In time the thought be? came so insistent that he determined to quietly set on foot a thoraugh investi? gation. Visiting iu persan the town in which Kirby had foug'jt his victorious battle against death, he eventually suc? ceeded in tracing ihe physician who had attended th? wounded gambler, and by him the boy's suspicions were verified beyond the possibility of a doubt. His intuition was vindicated. Kirby lived and. so far as the doctor knew, was at that moment busily en? gaged with his chosen profession. Young Randall returned home, care? fully concealing from his sister all hint of bis mission. The girl had but lately expressed a desire to visit their aunt in New Orleans, for the plantation was pregnant with memories aud sorrows that were fast growing unbearable. Taking advantage of this opportune desire and keeping his real purpose iu the background, Tom now suggested that the house be temporarily closed and the long contemplated visit paid. (To Be Continued.) CONSTABLE'S SLAYER TO HANG. Bunk Shcrrard to Pay Penalty for Killing Officer. Greenville. Sept. 16.?For the mur? der of Officer Waldorp, at Piedmont, about two months ago. Bunk Sher rard, a young negro, was today sen? tenced by Judge Gary to hang on the first Friday In October. Sherard was one of b group of crap shooters whirh a party of officers, including Waldorp, a is attempting to arrest. Rherard had i thotgun, and while the ? r h id hold ?'t him fired the weapon. There was considerable es* Itemenf over the affair and a posse searched the woe,is for him for two days The negro was convicted Isst Thursday, but fainted as the tence was about to be delivered. This will be the first hanging In this com ty in a number ot years.