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[Tke 5 j'Substi . * . i - ; Copyright, 1903. by "Yes, but what?" said the girl. "You can count on me. I'll earn my board while I'm here if I possibly can. How does Governor Telfurc like bis rival?" "He's simply crazy, Kitty. He Is Just at the age to want to do things In a hurry too. Folks say he never cared .for his dead wife, and I suppose this is really bis first love affair. Ho confided in me nnd said he simply could noi| bear a refusal. Then, just as i nave expinineu to you, l toia mm what we feared In regard to Lydla's sympathy?I called It tliat-cfor George Buckley and advised him to handle her cautiously. He turned as white as a sheet, and his proud, thin lip curled like nn angry dog's. " 'Do you menrf to tell me, Mrs. Cranston,' he said, 'that I have a rival In that man, the son of a Georgia convict?I, the only living Telfare In the lino?I, who have been honored by my state as the Telfares before me have been honored? Am I to meet on equal ground, under the roof of the most aristocratic family of the Old Dominion, a man of that rank?' "j was awfully frightened over his Aianner, but I simply held to the ground that Dydla had a good heart and was loyal to her unfortunate _ ^ friends, and that If he wanted to lose her by being Imprudent and rousing her anger I should feel that I had cause a bit of harm, for he simply dogged Lydla's footsteps all the rest of his visit, and when he went back to Atlanta he sent her fully $30 worth of roses. The mnjor says I ought never to have mentioned George Buckley's name to him?Hint Governor Telfare is ' a most dangerous man, with a violent temper. He Bays he'd actually bo afraid to have the two men meet here, but I wouldn't. Buckley Is a brave itnan, I've no doubt, but I'd venture anything that he'd control himself under any circumstances." , When the two Indies hnd gone bnck to the house and parted in the big liali Miss Cosby turned Into the parlor, where our heroine sat at the piano, idly running her hands over the keys. "I decinre, 3-011 are a lucky girl, Lydla," said Kitty. "To have you with me, dear, in this ,Quiet place?" smiled L3'din, looking up. "Np'." The visitor bent over the speaker. "Guess ngnirto." "I'm not good at guessing. It'a some, liko playing whist when one is out of practice." "L3'dln, every girl in our sot simplV went wild when we heard about the marked attentions 3'ou were receiving from Governor Telfnrc. You know there are piles and piles of marriageable girls In the south and very, very few young, unyoked governors." "That's quite true," said Lydia, with a noncommittal smile. "It would be nice, dear," went on Kitty, "to be the mistress of that mansion In Atlanta and preside at every function of state In the town. That's about the nearest approach we make Idly running her hands over the keys. to royalty, you know. Goodness knows If I had the money I'd buy me an earl.' Lydla bowed lier head over the keyi and laughed merrily. "It wouldn't In # bad, would It?the Atlanta house, J mean?" "I should say not" Miss Cosby wai p trying to pirtm the laugh. "Ldgh. he* Kitty," Lydla said, and ^ v ' denlj^frslnff and laying her hands 01 Miss Cosby'* afeggjdev* ituS psssslni them down firmly. "Take my a(Ldo< and turn in and have a good time whlL you are here and don't waste a ralnriS fooling with mamma's plots, tihe'f a: transparent os n pane of glass, an<L^ are you, darling. Transparency la^n taglons. You used to bo hardey^o se< through." S "The Ideal" Miss Cosby"Why Lydla, you silly gooson- But seetned unable to defen^?1"8?!' ngalnsi the Implied charge s^ could only re peat, "The Idea ofy thlngl" " r \ * y WILL N. HARDEN, Author of ~"Abner Daniel." "The t. Land of the VV/V C h aTf* i n g ^ S B r" Svn" "Th? 1Mb North Walk *My?lerjf," Etc. ' x 1 'H HARPE#Rit,BROTHERS \ CHAPTER XVII. fTTlNE morning about the 1st of 1/ \| December Gtorge was alone In llll the olHce. He hail just finished t 1 writing some letters when Jell Truitt came in and stood neur the Hiove. ne was a nienucr young man, under twenty-five, short and frail looklug. Ills clothing was ragged and his sandy hair unkempt, Buckley looked at him and smiled. "Been getting yourself Into no end of rows over home," he remarked. "My mother tells me they sent you a death's head the other night, and your father said somebody shot at you in the field." "That's all so, George." said Truitt I gloomily. "I reckon I've been shootln'' off my mouth a little too much." "I really thought you had more sense I than to report that desperate gang over i there for moonshining," said George j in a kindly tone. | ^ "Wouldn't 'a' done it ef I'd been I sober," replied Truitt. "They made me mad when I was full, an' I done ! 'em all the harm 1 could." i "Well, what are you going to do about it, JefT?" "That's what I come to ax you, George. Ma and pa are mighty nigh crazy about it, an' I give 'em my word I'd come an' ax yore advice. By gum, they think they'll go to you when they " l>ac\t ^ovetv filar today, George? I?I got another wnrnln' last night; in fact, six or eight of 'em was scattered all about the place. I saj* warnln', but I reckon they was wuss than that; they was to pa an' ma an' said ef they ketoliod me they wouldn't do a thing to me." "Well, there's some consolation in that," said George dryly. t ; "You know I hain't afeard o' any reasonable number o' men," tyiid Truitt in his whining voice, "but when a whole regiment of 'em comes to drink a feller's blood 1 jest git rattled an' want to make tracks. Ef I had my way, though, I'd go back home an' defy 'em, but ma's mighty nigh crazy." "No; you'd better stay in town today anyway, Jeff." said Buckley after a moment's rellection. "Go up to the Johnston House nnd get your breakfast ?tnKe mi your meals there while you nre in town?I've got nn account there; tell them to charge it to me. Stay in . town tonight anyway.' I'll see you lobuas^ioday. -oo. Tuli tnlUIc the gang would dare follow you here?" "They might, George. They raised a rumpus here about a year ago, you know?wliippln' niggers in Niggertown." Later in the morning Buckley met the town marshal, Joe Batey, on the street. The officer wore a broad brimmed hat, a dark "blue suit of clothes with brass buttons and carried a policeman's club strapped to his wrist. George gravely explained the situation to lilm, but the officer refused to concern himself in the matter. "Look y' here, George Buckley," he said. "I)o you reckon I'm paid measly town wages to do both town and county work? Ef the sheriff cay n't keep down them riots over thai* in the mountains, 1 cay n't. For $:i() a month I'm expected to do police duty in daytimtv watchman at night an' act as coroner on special occasions. Besides, Jeff Trultt's gettin' entirely tro numerous. -Every time lie gets full he wants to scratch some o' them daredevils' eyes out. He's u funny chap. They Say when h^^ drunk he'd fight a swarm o' wildcatP^lmt when lie's sober he'd scare at tiie sight of a baby popgun, an', en top o' that, wlieu he sobers up he's so stubborn he'd die 'fore he would apologize for what he's done. What you goln* to do witll ft man like that? lie's no ornament to the community." "Well, 1 only thought I'd let you know the situation," George smiled as he walked 011. "All I want to do is to save the fellow's neck." George saw 110 more of Jeff Trultt that day. lie had some important calculations to make In connection with the sale of certain large quantities of cotton to mills in tlie east, and he was closely occupied in his office till past midnight. When lie had iinished he went to the front door of the warehouse to get a breath of fresh air. before retiring. He did not feel sleepy. Such work us he had been doing usually had a contrary effect on him. Suddenly he heard a shout up the street , In the direction of the Johnston House, ' a revolver was fired, and a grufT voice 1 cried out, "Thar he goes, boys!" 3 This was followed by a clatter of [ msnv feet on the brick sidewalk, a Htorm of furious ejaculations and stli fled oaths, and then a <lnrk human billow rushed down the street in Buckley's direction. It wm a uiob pursm l InigiJeff TrrMHT "V-"ii i' k_^4HFWfmy*~TTYnwTiig why he did it? $ George rauSuto hkofflce. and fecured" t bis big revAer f rojh thndrawtr of his b desk and prnod vbnolt gidckly to the ^.^oor. IlfSwas just In. time, for the i mob, numbering fifty or more, was not ten yards away. > Panting and almost } out of breath, JcflPTrttltt cajmy bounding along ahead of them ondjust ont , of their grasp. He was making for > the warehouse with the Instinct that t there, and there alone, lay soma chance for escape. He gasped out something to Oeorpe and darted past him Into the1 wm mm itffriliMfcliMB ! DR. I. I8j Crown and Bridge W"?rk a 1 wnrenouse. . "Ilalt!" George tluindereil, his 9 j volver leveled nt the umn in the le(3 I "Holt or I'll blow your brains out!" 1 The mau fell buck ngnln^tj those bo hind hint and the surgld?,nui6?carnf to a sudden pause. < "Heigh! What's thls'{''p^otSTa mrftl in the rear. "What's "It's me," said Buckley calmly. "Thai boy has come to me for protection, anfl he shall have it if I have to shoot sll of you in your traeks!" a "Oh, thunder! Come off!" sneered 1 mau in the front. "Git out o' the doafl Buckley, or we'll mash you flatter'raj flitter." "The llrst mftn that tries to pass thM step dies as sure as God's in heavenl^J There was a swerving baek from till weapon in Buckley's steady hand. Silence fell?a threatening silence. The cocking of a revolver somewhere in the crowd sounded clearly. "That's right, shoot at me, you dirty coward," said Buckley defiantly. "Here I stand in the light, and I can't pick you out in the dark. Shoot, you cowardly sneak!" "I'ut that gun down," cried n deter? mined voice In the throng. "You haris George Buckley an' I'll put dnyllgH through you." There was a sound of a. struggfl stifled oaths and the clash of a revolve* as It struck the pavemttrt- it was lowed by grumbling words, hot dLi puting and?silence. xou nre a set or cowards, mm Buckley, "running li>ce a pack of woyre| after n poor boy for what he snULcfll wlie I ani^nnd ytfli know if thef^X any ono of you, or any three, that wns to hold me responsible for tills Bta I'll be on band. lias any one here tun row to pick with Jeff Trujtt, theidBg him speak up. I'll represent hlm.^pjjl In a lighting mood tonlgitt nnd|fl9 satisfy Just as many as will nppfl^H "An* he'll do It, too, boys," saldjfl admiring voice. "Buckley's got till right stuff in Mm! Come on, let's home. George seems friendly to to] cuss, an' any friend o' his is safo aa fur as I'm concerned." "Same here,".Joined In another voictfl "Buck, yo're all right, but that!a^a dern slack wad yo're takin' up for, aa shore as yo're knee high to a duck."^ "Well, he's my friend, and I'm tll| mother's friend," said Buckley. "M mob like yours shan't send his corpj! home to her if I can help it." ^ "He'd be about as much use to '! that a-wny as in his natural condition! laughed a man near the front. "B* ef she hankers .after 'iui. an' BnekAtS? -ifiaitw Jin? to >lv? oti.-I'lT wMhEW ltiy claim. This is the sort of rabbit hunt I don't much like nohow." . , A laugh rose and went round. It waa a favorable sign. George lowered his revolver. "Go home, boys," he said wearily. "I'm sorry I spoke ns I did Just now. You are all my friends; I can see that. Good night." They stood for.an instant ns if uncertain what step to take, buy Buckley's last words had completely disarmed them. Slowly they disbanded and straggled nway. When they wero all Inst In th#? (lni'lrnnss H<>nri?n nlnaivl ttio door and locked It. Just then Jolt Truitt emerged from the darkness In the Interior of the building and, with hanging head and downcast eyes, drew near. "Oh, George," he faltered, "I wish they had killed me. I'm a coward. I was afeard of 'em?afeard of 'em!" "It wasn't that, my tyy, don't you believe It," said Gccu^e con^Ungly. "Yotl were simply stampeded. best soh dlers nre that way" when they see overwhelming numbers approaching. You've got grit, but they tell me yep have to fill up with whisky ^to floaj^ "But you wasn't afeard Pf 'em," wfm< ed the boy. "Yes, I was?at flrst.^^ald Buckley' "I shook all over, und thft I got drunk with rage, juat like you do on whisky. It's the same thing?Just as wide as it's long. Don't you bother; you'll tight, J oil. If I'd thought you were a coward I'd never been the friend to you I am. My Lord, don't-1 remember, away back at the log scboolhousc, bow l'ress Tiffton bullied you aJJ datf, pinching you, calling you nfhnes, aqi finally, when lie began to bump yflb kdhd against the wall, you turnctKn^i&d gave him the worst licking nlflHl had? lie bud black eyes and^uH jaws for a week. Some men nre,tlw way?Just don't Hko trouble away from It till It's shoved IIow did they happen to como here fa* you?" jj "They went home after m&p\ reckoml said the boy, "an' when they fpund put I was here tlioy come on jHjftpt itqucaj an' settle with me. Ef flFwas me] George, what would botnf tonight? You knoyr tharfBfkavwill bdj risk you anywhere office Jeft.said, bo rmfty to leave jest QnyfeflLtfiSSi with a whole' lot o' money lur^Npq "It has a combination lock," Buck* ley told biiu. "It would take an expert burglar ftevernl hours to open it, and the noise would wake me. That's why I sleep hero. Nearly ull the poor people in the mountains and liore in town deposit their savings with u?. It's a big responsibility, but the sate r. iiair,*3h~ jTisT.^? Office Bank Building , UnioVi. s r ^ e best In the state. ' jWw y i" t?'l).roof, uml ;te^sk is varif&flBHE^ 1 totfl you. I ^^Hnb tills r o<t, and when &gfeut that's 'n^oflier tiling you hain't . ;Aught of," 8ai<TJpff. "Hobbers some, Mtufe slip up on a man, git 'im well ^Hnd an' then force 'im to open jSfcfe. What would you do in a case cMsBu'ckley laughed. "1 haven't thought . Hf that, I'll admit," he answered; "but, . Kith the rcsiKuislbility on uie like it i9, believe I'd die lighting rather than y*That udfebe foolishness," said Jed. yY hat's rao?ey?even a fortune?to a ?ttt's different with ine, my boy." S |JferK0 P'flced the lamp on the llttlo j l^ple. "Yon could give In and many y OHers could and nothing would be said i about it, hut if I did Urfftcy would say : C^vns my I'ather'B^SftktyJss cropping . Opt in another genijfrion. That would iBethe general verenct, Jeff. Folks are j^^Rboyou reckon. Bat George ?"' jL^at's thtijMy^of the world. nwHPi^Woo' sacks on tho ^ "j don't, ni -^vfirowd '"Tou think I'd be above sleeping IRvltfa you, my boy." Buckley laid bis Xhaml on his shoulder and turned him Hjiofclbly to him. "You've heard all .Hwr talk out home nbout my being I^Mack up, but it Is n lie out of wholo |Bk>th. Jeff, Jeff" ? Buckley's breast BBk high and fell?"I'd give nil 1 have ^j^Hfeel as good in the ej*es of the world ^Hs you are. There's a stain on me that fKotliing will remove. Yes, I'd freely ^Blvc up my life to prove that I am not Hf Awed to silence by the strange manBber of his friend, Jeff Truitt undressed Sand got Into hod. George turned out sj^tlio light. Jeff heard lilm undressing. (and then nil was still for two or three minutes, after which Buckley rose from his knees and got in the bed. "Been say In' yore prayers. George?" Jeff asked in wonder. "Yea. Jeff; I try not to neglect it onco j n dnyi It seems to be about the only thing that keeps me straight. Good night, Jeff." . I lleorge." j . | CHAPTER XVIII. I ol<^ Junk shop was I I 1 tnrnG'^ *nto 11 reg'lnr fort lost | | I night," Ivenner jested as he slouched Into the office the next morntnl? after breakfast, a bundle of letters in his hands. George and Hillyer exchanged glances and smiled. "You'd have thought something was wrong if you'd been here," George answered lightly. Hnnks was at his desk munching a j piece of cracker and now and then ; taking a sip of water from a thick, t unclean tumbler. He had no comments I to make. If the building had been half I demolished during the night he would have inspected the ruin with supremo , indifference, for it was not his per| sonal property. an hour later a i man and a wom^came dotfn the street and entered the warehouse, j The woman was short and fat, wore a black sunfionnet and a heavy gray ' whowtf ~ The man carried a worn Confederate flag in his left band, In his Ufafcht a'-buttered army bugle. Mflfeff's marrftnj^ an' daddy," Kenner i Ht "My Lord; they got here quick) ?Preekon somebody must 'a' told 'em *wie news lnst?plgkt." [$' "Come on in,\>ld woman," Trultt said to his wife. "Nobody hain't n-goln' to uuri you." lie took the chair Rentier tv-iis proffering and placed it near the stove. Then lie leaned unsteadily tn the short staff of the furled llag. rile bugle rattled 011 the brass buttons > of his long overcoat ns his arm hung ilown. JT "The 4nmp meets today," he said 1 huskily^* "hut I hain't blowed a note [ jit.nn'Ji hain't stuck up the ting. The : hoys vwhl wait 011 ol' Ibis this mornln'. f,j wish Some o' my tried comrades could here to listen to what I got to say. jMpeorgc Buckley, I'm goin' to speak to CJeorgc had flushed all over with em- ' HttKrnssmcnt. 11 is prollle was to the ft. but out of iht' of his 1 'eve he had caught a glimpse of a 1 jMbmnn's figure in the main doorway. Kc thought il-shed tIll-oil 1 brain H-;t it jga.s MtV liillyer or I li>:-:eii-e ! |ie e a'ii 1 'iI to direct ll ill- ! itj\ v It hupp^sicil.1' j an* my old wotn- ' -,T 1- \y i > y; I l? ?KH". ll> I-JUK AflVeil ohrolilltl. Thnf mm,. ?.!',.(Ii.:?; tlmr he Is! Thar's the SJTo p (lii.l ! ton,I up iu.ti^e tooth o' tllut ? ' 1 ' i;'' ' '!' ?"\Y R??t ???Ir $io> it '!<l ! ?? over his deall t>ir>iiy. (leoi-go r.a. :.!,v <!>ue it. lie" the oil I man's voli a s. !: low for n tnomont that It was scare !y audible?"ha (lone It! I wish (lo'l would help mo talk, but he I; (Continued on 6th page.) f* - ? ? 1 1 in i II \ k Humor andPhilosophy PERT PARAGRAPHS^ . There lii^' some people who seem to keep their affectlonH In cold storage. When there is a skeleton in the family closet the hoys of the household should have quite a start If they intend to become doctors. When ignorance is hliss, It Is wise to be foolish. It takes n lot of accidents to make an industrious man believe In luck. i'. 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