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f w .1^11 m.. Mf. I II. Ill I I THE OHAfiLOTTE N£W& NOVEMBER 15, 19il VAUGHAN KESTER (Copyright 1911, The Bobba-Merrll Co.) CHAPTER XV. Shooting Match at Boggs’. 8 faith »n the reasonable- manklnd having received a ^ blow^ there began a some- ve existence for himself, for ahafTy. and for the boy. •o little frequented by- Irresolutely, and turned his bleared face on his friend. “We’ll stop here, Solomon,” he said rather wearily, for the spirit of boast and Jest was quite gone out of him. He glanced toward Carington. “Are you a resident of these parts, sir?” he askel. “I’ve been in Raleigh three days al- i together,” an&wered Carington, and '‘"ll^lining. o?*the^worl?r meadow ;jQs, when they took the h r'lv iU - -r-- in silence. Here were men from the small clear- ings in homespun and butternut or fringed hunting shirts, with their wom en folk trailing altertuem. Here, too. In lesser numbers,were the lords of the ■i; .incy. ui do. jsir?" said the I' f .1 'tie 'Solitary Indi- wijei tured to be the > tno name of this ; ili continued the !n.« head on one side. , uruce Carrington ap- •ern door; pausing d curiously at the :gh, In Shelby county, . the landlord, voice from the tomb?” 4e, in a tone of play- 'inuiscd, sauntered to- ' for you, Mr. Pegloe!” Tin afternoon brought t i.‘ -haded main street of a .War the door of • iiildin;-. a t'"ame tavern, i with his feet on the!®oil, the men who counted their acres r was no other sign by the thousand Und their slaves by the score. There was the flutter of skirts among the moving groups, the nodding of gay parasol& that shaded fresh young faces, while occasionally a com fortable family carriage with some planter’s wife or daughter rolled silent ly over the turf. The Judge’s dull eye kindled, the haggard lines that streaked his face erased themselves. This was life, opu lent and full. These swift-roli^.ng car riages with their handsome women, these well-dressed men on foot, and splendidly mounted, all did their part toward lifting him out of his gloom. A cry from Hannibal drew his atten tion. Turning, he was in time to see the boy bound away. An instant later, to his astonishment, he saw a young girl who was seated with two men in rmed to meet a gentle- an open carriage, spring to the ground, s*')irir of appreciation and dropping to her knees put her miliar.ty with a literary I arms about the tattered little figure, he j’.idge, bowing. | “Why, Hannibal I” cried Betty Mal- ui ■■ we look,” saldjroy. . ’ . on to Boggs’ “Miss Betty! Miss Betty!” and Han- down the road, and , nibal buried his head on her shoul- out—everybody’s therelder. ills and shooting match. I “What Is It, Hannibal; what is it, . misted the hoss-racing, dear?” ir lime for the shooting. .*Lhere, Mr. Carrington?” II ‘W, Mr. Pegloe,” an- •n, as he followed the Mahtffy and the boy, “Nothing, only I’m so glad to find you! ” “I am glad to ^ee you, too!” said Betty, as she wiped her tears away. When did /ou get here dear?’ W’e gof here just today. Miss Bet- RogEjs'!" Pegloe call-1 ty,” said Hannibal. I Mr. Ware, careless as to dress, >'n,i lr ady formed; scowled down on the child. He had fa ir, ’r 'and shooting I v'orcd Boggs’ with his presence, not be- ■ • iv: oi’ that pro-1 cause he felt the least interest in .ih^ence of which horse racing, but because he had no ’ :- tnted at the jail faith in girla, and e&pecially had he .il .uemphtft was profound mistrust of Betty. She was so I’.r, but Boggs’ be-much easily portable wealth, a pink- iniportance. They faced chit ready to fall into, the arms >: .,e of the village of the first man who proposed to her. r nd Hsr i-i “I i Tnclp T ^ lo wir' “You Ii'-ated ih Eiruck til ortook them. He lal's side. ary that long rifle, d 1 I iked up In- ii'.. ■hp> piece with- on balanced it 1 r kon it can shoot are hard to beat!” -t shooting rifle I TIannlbal promptly. ' d. r ty name-plate on f' 1 sporting rifle; this II's eye. name here? Oh, Tur- p. step or two in advance, !rsr>ks with a startling he faltered, and his face , I was reading the name yours, sir, I suppose?” said no; my name is Price— . r: Turb?rvllle—Turber- ; if'er'd thickly, staring ' ( arrington. : jnimon name; you . heard it before?’ said ■ f pain passed /)ver the It. The name is on -h,-‘ r >ck, yes.’ ik rh. gun and examln- ■ r.rp, ‘id :> u get this rifle, Han* ‘ 1 asked brokenly. 1 if away from the Barony, ■■Dshaw ««ld I might uave ' eave a great start, and a • ''I'ate murmur stole ■ ■ ' fwitching lips. ■0 you know of the Barony, at the Barony once, until " ik me to Scratch Hill to said Hannibal. ’ lived at the Barony?” re- J idge. and a dull wonder " h hla tone. “How long *if?—when? ‘he mntinued. “I don’t know how long it were, but T’ncle Bob carried me away after ' ‘1! general died.’ Uidge slipped a hand under the 'hin and tilted his face back so might look Into It. For a long he Btudle’d closely those small then with a shake of the head d fhe rifle to Carrington, and a word strode forward. Car- lad been regarding Hannibal liickened interest.’ he said, as the Judge moved ’re the boy I saw at Scratch • !*a1 gave him a frightened and edged to Mr. Mahaffy’s It did not answer, j idf^e plodded forward, his '-flers drooped, and his head bow- 1. For once silence had fixed Its seal ion h, iipg, no Inspiring speech fell ' m. He had been suddenly ' pf k into a past he had striven 1! >. ars and more to f|rget, and ’ nip ; shaped themirelves fan- leal. Surely if ever a man had t(pd hp w'orld that knew him, he i the man! He had died and yet lived ihe(j horribljj, without soul ^*art the empty s>hell of a man. turi in the road brought them iln t> ht of Boggs’ race track, a !, lev 1 meadow. The Judge paused I think I'd rather see that than the horse racing,” said Betty perversely. Betty now seated herself in the car riage, with Hannibal beside her, quiet ly determined to mi&s nothing. The Judge, feeling that he had come into his own, leaned eleganUy against the wheel, and explained the merit of each shot as it was made. “I hope you gentlemen are not going to let me walk off with the prize?” said Murrell, approaching the group about the carriage. “Mr. Norton, I am told you are clever with the rifle.” “I am not shooting today,” respond ed Norton haughtily. Murrell stalked back to the line. “At forty paces I’d risk it myself, ma’am,” said the judge. “But a hun dred, offhaLd like this, I should most certainly fall—” "It w’ould be hard to beat t^at—” they heard Murrell say. “At least it would be quite possi ble to equal it,’ said Carrington, ad* vancing with Hannibal’s rifle In his hands. It was tossed to his shoulder, and poured out its contents in a br^ight stream of flame. There was a moment of silence. “Center hit, ma’am,” cried the judge. “I’ll add $20 to the purse!” Norton addressed himself to Carrington. “And I shall hope, sir, to see it go into your pocket.” “Our sentiments exactly, ma’am, are they not?” said the judge. “Perhaps you’d like to bet a little of your money?” remarked Murrell. “I’m" ready to do that, too, sir,’' re sponded Norton quietly. “Five hundred dollars, then, that this gentleman in whose success you take so great an interest, can neither equal ’ nor better my next s-hot!” Murrell had produced a roll of bills as he spoke. Norton colored with embarrassment. Carrington took in the situation. “Wait a minute—” he said, and pass ed his purse to Norton. “Cover his money, sir,” he added briefly. “Thank you, my horses have run away with most of my cash,” explained Norton. “Your shot!” said Carrington short ly, to the outlaw. Murrell taking careful aim, flred, clipping the center. As soon as the result was known, Carrington raised his rifle; his bul let, truer than his opponent’s, drove out the center. Murrell turned on him with an oath. “You shoot well, but a board stuck against a tree is no test for a man’s nerve,’ he said insolently. Carrington was charging his piece. “I only know of one other kind of target,” he observed coolly. “Yes—a living target!” cried Mur rell. (To Be Continued Tomorrow.) fy Half the Pianos io American Might as Well Be Boxed WATER FRO^l RIVER JORDAN. But Charley Norton had not seemed disturbed by the planter’s forbidding air. “What ragamufP.n’s this, Betty?” growled Ware disgustedly. But Betty did not seem to hear. J “Did you come alone, Hannibal?” she as>ked. “No, ma’am; the judge and Mr. Ma haffy, they fetched me.” The judge had drawn ner.ror as Hetty and Hannibal spoke together, but Mahaffy hung back. There were gulfs not to be crossed by him. It! was different with the judge; the na-j tive magnificence of his mjnd fitted him for any occasion. “Aiiow me the honor to present my self, ma’am—Price is my name — i Judge Slocum Price. May I be permit ted to assume that this is the Miss Betty of whom my young protege &o often speaks?” Tom Ware gave him a glance of un disguised astonishment, while Norton regarded him with an expression of etunned and resolute gravity. Betty looked at the judge rather in quiringly. “I am glad he has found friends,” she said slowly. She wanted to believe that Judge Slocum Price was somehow better than he looked, which should have been eas-y, since It was incredible that he could have been worse. “He has indeed found friends,” said the. judge with mellow unction, and swelling visibly. ' Now Betty caught sight of Carring ton and bowed. Occupied with Hanni bal and the judge, sue had been un aware of his presence. Carrington ■tepped forward. “Have you met Mr. Norton, and my brother, Mr. Carrington?” she asked. The two young men shook hands, and Ware improved the opportunity to Inspect the new-comer. But as his glance wandered over him, it took in more than Carrington, for It included the fine figure and swarthy face of Cap tain Murrell, who, with his eyes fixed on Betty, was thrusting hi& eager way through the crowd. Murrell had presented himself at Belle Plain the day before. For up ward of a year, Ware had enjoyed great peace of mind as a direct result of his absence from west Tennessee, and when he thought of him at all he had invariably put a period to his meditations with, “I hope to hell he catches it wherever he is!’ More than ihls, Betty had spoken of the captain In no uncertain terms. He was not to repeat that visit. As Murrell approached, the hot color surged into Betty’s face. As for Han nibal, he had gone white to the lips, and his small hand clutched hers desperately. Murrell, with all his hardihood, real ized that a too great confidence had placed him in an awkward position, for Betty turned her back on him and be gan an animated conversation with Carrington and Charley Norton. Hicks, the Belle Plain overseer, pushed hi» way to Murrell’s side. “Here, John Murrell, ain’t you go ing to show U8 a trick or two?” he in quired. Murrell turned quickly with a sense of relief. \ “If you can spare me your rifle,” he said, but his face wore a black look. “Don’t you think you've seen about enough. Bet?” demanded Tom. “You don’t care for the shooting, do you?” “That’s thtt very thing I do care for; Washington, Nov. 15.—Water draw’n from the River Jordan by President Grant was used to baptize Douglas Grafflin, son of the Rev. Samuel W. Grafflin, at the Anacosta Methodist Epiescopal church. Dr. George H. Cook, retired surgeon of the United States navy, w'ho was an uncle of Mr. Griffiin, furnished the water. General Grant filled a jug from the Jordan August 20, 1877, brought It to the United States and gave Dr. Cook a portion of the water. Dr. Cook labeled the water and put it away. He,is now a resident of Ridley Park, a suburb of Philadelphia. NOTCD WOMEN FLIERS.* I/] il ® mmmiiifmtmk W 4 M 4^ Half the homes that have Pianos, have no one to play them. The Pianoa stand silent — mute testimonials to an unsatisfied desire lor music. By one simple act of volition, one single moment of decision, this condition could b§ changed. The Silent Piano that wears out its life In waiting, used only by some vl*l*‘ tor who can play, could be exchanged for a modern PIANOLA PIANO, which, with its Metrostyled music-rolls would enable the Whole house hold to play—intelligently, artistically, with intense personal pleasure, and at once! Nothing else can so transform a home as TKe Pia.nola^ Pia.i\o In place of the silent Plano here is a S'Uperb instrument that makes avail able a library of more than 16,000 pieces o£ music. With all the poptilar successes being added every week.. 7 Only when you make this change, be sure it is the Pianola Piano you get. There are many imitators, but there is only one PIANOLA. It is built only by the Aeolian Company and is furnished only in five pianos: THE STEIN WAY THE WEBER — THE 8TECK — THE WHEELOCK TH SUYVE8AN. : i- From $550 Up. A down payment of only $25.00 puts a Pianola Piano in your home. SEE THElSi AT OUR STORE BB INDICTMENT AGAINST CLARK AND JONES THROWN OUT. By Associated Press. Camden, S. C., Nov. 15.—--The Ker shaw county grand jury today threw out of court an indictment charging W. A. Clark and Willie Jones, bank preside«ts of Columbia, S. C., with conspiracy in connection with the «ol- lapse of the Seminole Securities Com pany, of which concern Clark and Jones were trustees. IS THE WORLD GROWING BETTER? Many things go to prove that it is. The way thousands are trying to help others is proof. Among them i§ Mrs, W. W. Gould, of Pittsfield. Nfl. H. Finding good health by taking Electric Bitters, she now advises other suffer ers, everywhere, to take them. “For years I suffered with stomach and kidney trouble,” she writes. “Every medicine I used failed till I took Elec tric Bitters. But this great remedy helped me wonderfully.” They'll help any woman. They’re the best tonic apd finest liver and kidney remedy that’s made. Try them. You’ll see. 50c at W. L. Hand & Co.’s. Noted women filers who are on their way to Mexico City to give flying ex hibitions dunring the festivities fol lowing the inauguration of Francisco I. Madero, jr., as President of Mexico. From top to bottonn the "Lady-blrds” are: Miss Mathllde Molsant, MIsa Louise Mols'ant, Miss Harriet Qulmbyj and Mlaa M. 0. Long. For Rent 1 brick store on North Graham extension. 1 seven-room house on South A St. 1 six-room house on East Stone wall St. 1 six-room house on West Fifth St. 1 five-room house West Twelfth St. 1 four-room house East Seventh St. 1 three-room house East Cath> erine St. 1 three-room house E. Palmer SL 2 three-room houses Ck)llege St. extension. C. Me Nelis N«. 83 East 4th SL Vhona No. 604-J, BOILER MAKERS STRIKE » MAY SPREAD. By Associated Pres.*?^ Atlanta, Ga., Nov] 15.—Prospects that the strike of boiler makers in the shops of the American Locomo tive Works at Schenectady, N. V.t would involve the allied crafts there in a sympathetic strike caused sev eral of the international executive officers here attending the convention of the American Federation of La bor to leave hurriedly today £or Schenectady.' The officers who left are J. W. Kline, president of the blacksmiths; Joseph Fr^klin, presi dent of the boilermakers; Joseph Valentine, president of the moulders; Frank McNulty, president of the electriciams; Joseph Keppler, vice- president of the machinists and A. J. BerreS, secretary of the metal trade workers. NUMEROUS TRAGEDIES IN , ONE NIGHT AT HOPKINSVILLE By Associated Press. Hopkinsville, Ky., Nov. 15.—Numer ous tragedies marked the passing o£ the night of the thirteenth in Hop kinsville. Mamie Williams, a pretty girl who came heref rom Beechwood, killed herself. "t!alvin Allen, aged 45, killed him self by swallowing laudanum. Millie Moore was fatally shot by George Sanders, said to have been an admirer whose attentions she did not seriously regard. . Tom Young and John Winn, resi dents of the outlying country plunged pv^ a rock quarry bluff. Young was instantly killed and Winn is dying. DOWIEITE OBJECTS TO CEMENT SIDEWALKS By Associated Press. Zion City, 111., Nov. 15.—Rupert Devreaux, a member of the Dowle faction in Zion’s affairs, today tiled a petition with the Zion* City board o faldermen, objecting to the propos ed construction of cement sidewalks here, because “Christ never walked on cement and therefore would avoid Zion City on the Saviour’s approach ing secohm .coming to earth.” The petition stated that Dowle would return to life with the second coming of Christ. LET us DO YOUR FAMILY WASHING A se. ice of satisfaction—your clothes are returned clean and fresh, wtL all the household linen ironed ready for use and all the wearing apparel starched ready for pressing. Ask Us About IL Only 5c. Per Pound. . 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