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SYNOPSIS.
The scene at the opening of the story Is
laid In the library of an old worn-out
southern plantation, known as the Bar
ony. The place is to be sold, and Its
history and that of the owners, the
Qulntards, Is the subject of discussion by
Jonathan Crenshaw, a business man, a
Itranger known aa Bladen, and Bob
Y4ncy, a farmer, when Hannibal Wayne
Hasard, a mysterious child of the old
southern family, makes his appearance.
Yancy tells how he adopted the boy. Na
thaniel Kerrls buys the Barony, but the
Uulntarda deny any knowledge of the
boy. Taney to keep Hannibal. Captain
Murrell, a friend or the Qulntards, ap
pears and asks questions about the Bar
ony, Trouble at Scratch Hill, when Han
nibal la kidnaped by IJave Blount, Cap
tain Murrell's agent. Yancy overtakes
Blount, gives him a thrashing.and secures
the boy. Yancy appears before Squire
Balaam, and Is discharged with costs for
the plaintiff. Betty Malroy, a friend of
the Ferrlses, has an encounter with Cap
tain Murrell, who forces his attentions on
her, and Is rescued by Bruce Carrlngton.
Betty sets out for her Tanneesee home.
Carrlngton take* the same stage. Yancy
and Hannibal disappear, with Murrell on
their trail. Hannibal arrives at the home
of Judge Slocum Price. The Judge recog
nises In the boy, the grandson of an old
time friend. Murrell arrives at Judges
home. Cavendish family on raft rescue
Yancy, who Is apparently dead. Price
breaks Jail. Betty and Carrlngton arrive
at Belle Plain. Hannibal's rifle discloses
some startling things to the Judge. Han
nibal and Betty meet again. Murrell ar
rive In Belle Plain. Is playing for big
■ takes. Yancy awakes from long dream
lees sleep on board the raft. Juogo Price
makes startling discoveries In looking up
iand titles.
(CHAPTER Xll—(Continued).
"8o your sister doesn't like me,
Tom —that's on your mind this morn
ing, Is it?" Murrell was saying.
"Make it worth my while and I'll
take her off your hands," and Mur
rell laughed.
Tom favored him with a sullen
stare.
There was a brief silence, during
which Murrell studied his friend's
face. When he spoke. It waß to give
tho converuatlon a new direction.
"Did she bring the boy here last
night? 1 saw you drive off with him
In the carriage."
"Yes, she makes a regular pet of
the little ragamuffin."
"Is the boy going to stay at Belle
Plain?" Inquired Murrell.
"That notion hasn't struck her yet,
for I heard her say at breakfast that
she'd take him to Kalelgh this after
noon."
"That's the boy I traveled all the
way to North Carolina to get for
Fentress."
"Eh—you don't say?" cried Ware.
"Tom, wdiat do you know about the
Qulntard lands; what do you know
about Qulntard himself?'' continued
Murrell.
"He wns a rich planter; lived In
North Carolina. My father met him
when he was In congress ami got him
to invest In land here.' They had
some colonization scheme on foot —
this waß upward of twenty years ago
7 but nothing came of It. Qulntard
lost interest."
"And tho land?"
c "Oh, he held on to that."
"Qulntard has been dead two years,
Tom, and back yonder in North Caro
lina they told me ho left nothing but
tho home plantation. The boy lived
there up to the time of Qulntard s
death, but what relation he was to
tho did man no one knew. Offhand,
Tom, I'd say that by getting hold or
the boy Fentress expects to get hold
of the Qulntard land."
That's likely," said Ware; then
struck by a sudden idea, he added,
"Are you going to take all the risks
and let him pocket the cash? If it's
the land he's after, the stake's big
enough to divide."
"He can have the whole thing and
welcome. I'm playing for a bigger
stake." His friend stared at him in
astonishment. "I'm licking a specula
tion into shape that will cause me to
be remembered while there's a white
man alive in the Mississippi Valley!
Have you heard what the niggers did
at Haytl?"
"You let the niggers alone; don't
you tamper with them," said Ware.
He possessed a profound belle! in
Murrell's capacity.
"Look here, what do you think 1
have been working for—to steal a
few niggers? That furnishes us with
money, but you can push the trade
too hard and too far. The planters
aro uneasy. The Clan's got to deal a
counter blow or go out of business.
Between here and the gulf—" he
nxade a wide sweeping gesture with
his arm. "I am spotting the country
with my men; there are twa thousand
active workers on the rolls or tW
Clan, and as many more like you,
Tom—and Fentress—on whose friend
ship I can rely."
"Sure aa God, John Murrell, you
are overreaching yourseir! Your
white men are all right, they've got
to atlcr by you; II thejr don't they
know It'a only a queatlon of time un
til they get a knife driven Into their
ribs—but niggers—there Isn't any
real fight In a nigger, If there was
they wouldn't be here."
"Yet you couldn't have made the
whites In Haytl believe' that," said
Murrell, with a sinister smile.
Ware, feeling the entire useleeaneaa
Kjy THE
PRODIGAL
JUDGE
•'Ef*■ lUMtqawts BrJXMELYIU
B S ' J fawwwf >9". AirAHM'AtMMi flumow
of argument, uttered a string of Im
precations, and then fell el lent
"Well, how about the girl, Tom?"
asked Murrell at length. "Listen to
me, Tom. I'll take her away, and
Belle Plain is yours— land, stock and
niggers!" said Murrell.
Ware shifted and twisted in his
seat.
"Do you want the land and the nlg
gera? I reckon you'll have to take
them whether you want them or not,
for I'm going to have the girL"
CHAPTER XIII.
Bob Yancy Finds HlmMlf.
Mr. Yancy awoke from • long
dreamless sleep; heavy-lidded, his
eyes slid open. For a moment he
struggled with the odds and ends of
memory, then he recalled the light at
the tavern, the sudden murderous at
tack, the fierce blows Slosaon had
dealt him, the knife thrust which had
ended the struggle. Therefore, the
bandages that now swathed his bead
and shoulders; therefore, the need
that he should be up and doing—for
where was Hannibal?
Suddenly a shadow fell obliquely
across the foot of his narrow bed,
and Cavendish, bending his long body
somewhat, thrust his head in at the
opening. He found himself looking
Into a pair of eyes that for the llrst
time In many a long day held the
light of consciousness.
"How are you, stranger?" he de
manded, In a soft drawl.
"Where am I?" The words were
a whisper on Yancy's bearded Hps.
"Well, sir, you are in the Tennes
see river fo' certain. Polly! you Jest
step here."
Hut Polly had heard Cavendish
speak, and the murmur of Yancy's
Hla Face Went White and the took Slipped F^^ma^Finger*^
voice in reply. Now her head ap- Yancy. The Cavendishes were im
peared beside her husband's. mensely relieved.
"La, you are some better, ain't "Now you all keep •till," said Cav
you, sir?" she cried, smlllift down on endiah. "I want Mr. Yancy should get
him. "It's been right -smart of a the straight of this here! The vari
apeil, too; yea, sir, you've laid like ous orders of royalty are klnga, dukea,
you was dead, and not fo' a matter of earls and lords. Earls Is the third
hours either —but days." from the top of the heap, but lords
"How long?" ain't no slouch."
"Well, nigh on to three weekß." "Dick had ought to know, fo' he's
They aaw Yancy's eyea widen with an ear! himself," cried Polly eXUlfent
a look of dumb horror. ly»
"And you don't know nothing abodt "Sho/ Richard Keppel Cavendish,
my nevvy?—you ain't teen or heard Earl of Lambeth! Sho', that was what
of him, ma'am?" faltered Yancy. he was! Sho'!" and some transient
Polly shook her head regretfully. feeling of awe stamped itself upon
"Ten or thereabouts, ma'am. He their amall faces as they viewed the
were a heap of comfort to me—" and long and limber figure of their par
the whisper on Yancy'a llpa was won- ent - -
derfully tender and wistful. He closed "These here titles go to the eldest
his ayea and presently, lulled by the son. He begins by beln' a viscount,"
*>oft ripple that bore them company, continued Chills and Fever. "It waa
fell Into a restful sleep. my great grandfather come over here
The raft drifted on Into the day'* from England. His name was Kleh
heat; and when at last Yancy awoke, srd Keppel Cavendish, same aa mine
It was to find Henry and Keppel seat- la He lived back yonder on the Caro
ed beside him, each solacing Mm with Una coast and went to retain' tobac
a amall moist hand, lira. Cavendish 00. I've heard my grandfather tell
appeared, bringing Yancy's breakfast, all abont it
'u ■ i y i l l i
in her wake came Connie with the
baby, and the three little brothers
who were to be accorded the cher
ished privilege of seeing the poor gen
tleman eat. Cavendish presented him
self at the opening that did duty as
a door.
"This looks like beln' alive, strang
er," he commented genially.
"Tou-all ain't told me yo' name
yet?" said Yancy.
"It's Cavendish. Richard Keppel
Cavendish."
"My name's Yancy—Bob Yancy."
Mr. Cavendish exchanged glances
with Mrs. Cavendish.
"Stranger, what I'm a-goin' to tell
you, you'll take as beln' said man to
man," he began, with the Impressive
air of one who had a secret of great
moment to Impart. "Ever hear tell
of lords?"
"No." Yancy was quick to notice
the look of disappointment on the
faces of bis new friends.
"Are you ever beard of royalty?"
and Cavendish flxed the Invalid's
wandering glanoe.
"You mean kings?"
'1 shore do."
Yancy made a mighty mental effort.
"There's them Bible kings—" he
ventured at length.
Mr. Cavendlah shook his head.
"Them's sacred kings. Are you fa
miliar with any of the profane kings,
Mr. Yancy?"
"Well, taking them as they come,
them Bible kings seemed to average
nretty profane." Yancy was disposed
to defend this point.
"You must a heard of the kings of
England. Sho', wa'n't any of yo' folks
In the war agin' him?"
"I'd plumb forgot, why my daddy
fit all through the war!" exclaimed
"My grandfather said he never
knowed a man with the same aver
sion agin labor as his father bad.
Folks put it down to laziness, but they
misjudged him, as come out later, yet
he never let on.
"Then one day be got his hands on
a paper that bad come acrost in a
ship from England. All at once, he
lit on something In the paper, and he
started up and let out a yell like he'd
been shot. 'By gum, I'm the Earl of
Lambeth!' he says, and took out to
the nearest tavern and got b'illn' full.
Afterward he showed 'em ,the paper
and they seen with their own eyes
where Richard Keppel Cavendish,
Earl of Lambeth, had died in London.
My great grandfather told 'em that
was bis uncle; that when he left
home there was several cousins—but
they'd up and died, so the title come
to him. He never done a lick of work
after that.
"I'm an orphan man of title now
and It's been my dream to take Polly
and the children and go back to Eng
land and aee the kt»g about my title.
Don't you reckon he'a got the notion
the Cavendishes has petered out?"
Mr. Yancy considered this likely-
The furious shrieking of a steam
packet's whistle broke In upon them.
"It's another of them hawgs. want-
In' all the river!" aald Mr. Cavendieh,
and fled to the steering oar.
CHAPTER XIV.
The Judge See* a Ghost.
Charley Norton's good offices did
not end when he had furnished Judge
Price with a house, for Betty required
of him that be should supply that
gentleman with legal business as
well. .
Thus It happened that Judge Price,
before he had been three days In
Raleigh, received a civil note from
Mr. Norton asking him to search the
title to a certain timber tract held by
one Joseph Quaid. The judge, power
fully excited, told Mahaffy he was be
ing understood and appreciated.
The immediate result of Norton's
communication bad been to send the
judge up the street to the court bouse.
He would show his client that he
could be punctual and painstaking.
Entering tbe court house, he found
himself In a narrow hall. He entered
the county clerk's office. He was al
ready known to this official, whose
name was Saul, and he now greeted
him.
"A little matter of business brings
me here, sir," began the judge, with
a swelling chest and mellow accents.
"I am in some hnste to look up a title
for my client, Mr. Norton."
Mr. Saul scrambled up out of the
depths of his chair and exerted him
self In the judge's behalf.
"This is what you want, sir. Better
take the ledger to the window, the
light in here ain't much." He drew
forward a chair as he spoke, and the
judge, seating himself, began to pol
ish his spectacles with great delibera
tion.
"You've set on the bench, sir?" sug
gested Mr. Saul.
"In one of the eastern counties, but
my inclination has never been toward
the judiciary." He was turning the
leaves of the ledger «s he spoke. Sud
denly the movement of bis hand was
arrested.
' Found it?" asked Mr. Saul. But
the judge gave him no answer; he
was staring down at the open pages
of the book. "Found the entry?" re
peated Mr. Saul.
"Eh—what's that? No—" he ap
peared to hesitate. "Who Is this man
Quintard?"
"He's the owner of a hijndred tboa
sand-acre tract In this and abutting
counties," said Mr. Saul.
"Who has charge of the land?"
"Colonel Fentress; he was old Gen
eral Ware's law partner. I've heard It
was the general who got this man
Qulnturd to make the investment, but
that was before my time."
The judge lapsed Into silence.
A atep sounded In the narrow hall.
An Instant later the door was pushed
open, and grateful for any Interrup
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judge abruptly turned his back on
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