Batesville Herald. (Batesville, Tex.), Vol. 12, No. 37, Ed. 1 Friday, May 10, 1912 Page: 3 of 8
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SYNOPSIS.
The scene at the opening of the atory la
laid In the library of an old worn-out
southern plantation, known aa the Bar-
ony, The place la to be sold, and its
history and that of the owners, the
Qulntards, la the subject of discussion by
Jonathan Crenshaw, a business man. a
stranger known as Bladen, and Bob
Yancy. a farmer, when Hannibal Wayne
Hazard, a mysterious child of the old
southern fondly, makes his appearance.
Yancy tells how he adopted the boy. Na-
thaniel Ferris buys the Barony, but the
Qulntards deny any knowledge of the
boy. Yancy to keep Hannibal. Captain
Murrell, a friend of the Qulntards, ap-
pears and asks questions about the Bar-
ony. Trouble at Scratch Hill, when Han-
nibal Is kidnaped by Have Blount, tap-
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 Ferrises, has an encounter with Cap-
tain Murrell, who forces his attentions on
her, and Is rescued by Bruce Carrington.
Betty seta out for her Tennessee home.
Carrington takcg the same stage. Yancy
and Hannibal disappear, with Murrell on
their trail. Hannibal arrives at the home
of Judge Slocum Price. The Judge recog-
nizes In the boy, the grandson of an old
time friend. Murrell urrlves at Judge a
home. Cavendish family on raft rescue
Yancy, who la apparently dead. Price
breaks Jail. Betty and Carrington arrive
at Belle Plain.
CHAPTER X.
Belle Plain.
“Now, Tom," said Betty, with a lit-
tle air of excitement as she rose from
the breakfast table that first morn-
ing at Belle Plain, "I want you to
show me everything!”
"1 reckon you'll notice some
changes,” remarked Tom.
He went from the room and down
the hall a step or two In advance of
her. On the wide porch Betty paused,
breathing deep. The house stood on
an eminence; directly before It at the
bottom of the slight descent was a
small bayou, beyond this the forest
stretched away In one unbroken mass
to the Mississippi.
"What Is It you want to see, any-
how, Betty?” Tom demanded.
“Everything—the place, Tom—Belle
Plain! Oh, Isn't it beautiful! 1 had
no Idea how lovely It was!” cried
Betty, as with her eyes still fixed on
the distant panorama of wood and
water she went down the steps, him
at her heels—he bet she'd get sick of
It all soon enough, that was one com-
fort 1
“Why, Tom! Why does the lawn
look like this?”
“Like what?” Inquired Tom.
"Why, this—all weeds and briers,
and the paths overgrown?"
Mr. Ware rubbed his chin reflective-
ly with the back of his hand.
"That sort of thing looked all right,
Bet,” he said, “but It kept five or six
of the best hands out of the fields
right at the busiest time of the year.”
"Haven’t 1 slaves enough?” she
asked.
The dull color crept Into Ware's
cheeks. He hated her for that ”1!"
So she was going to come that on
him, was she?
"Don’t you want to see the crops,
Bet?”
The girl shook her head and moved
swiftly down the path that led from
terrace to terrace to the margin of
the bayou. At the first terrace she
paused.
“It’s positively squalid!” cried Bet-
ty, with a little stamp of her foot.
Ware glanced about with dull eyes,
“I'll tell you, Betty, I’m busy this
morning; you poke about and see
what you want done and we'll do It,”
he said, and made a hasty retreat to
his office.
Betty returned to the porch and
seating herself on the top step, with
her elbows on'her knees and her chin
sunk in the pnhns of her hands, gazed
about her miserably enough. She was
still there when half an hour later
Charley Norton galloped up the drive
from the highroad. Catching sight or
her on the porch, he sprang from the
saddle, and, throwing his reins to a
black boy, hurried to her side.
"Inspecting your domain, Betty?”
he asked, as he took his place near
her on the step.
"Why didn’t you tell me, Charley—
or at least prepare me for this?” she
asked, almost tearfully.
"How was 1 to know, Betty? 1
haven’t been here since you went
away, dear—what was there to bring
me? Old Tom would make a cow
pasture out of the Garden of Eden,
wouldn’t he—a beautirul, practical,
sordid soul he is!”
Norton spent the day at Belle Plain;
and though he was there on his good
behavior as the result of an agree-
ment they had reached on board The
Naiad, he proposed twice.
Tom was mistaken In his supposi-
tion that Betty would soon tire of
Belle Plain. She demanded men, and
teams, and began on the lawns. This
Interested and fascinated her. She
was out at sun-up to direct her labor-
ers She had the advantage of Charley
Norton's presence and advice for the
greater part of each day In the week,
and Sundays he came to look over
what had been accomplished, and, as
Tom firmly believed, to put that little
fool up to fresh nonsense. He could
have hooted him!
As the grounds took shape before
her delighted eyes, Betty found leis-
ure to Institute a thorough reforma-
tion Indoors. A number of house serv-
ants were rescued from the quarters
and she began to Instruct them In
their new duties.
Betty’s sphere of Influence extend-
ed Itself. She soon began to have
her doubts concerning the treatment
accorded the slaves, and was not long
In discovering that Hicks, the over-
seer, ran things with a heavy hand.
Matters reached a crisis one day
when, happening to ride through the
quarters, she found him disciplining
a refractory black. She turned sick
at the sight. Here was a slave actual-
ly being whipped by another slave
..while Hicks stood looking on with hts
hands In bis pockets, and with a
brutal, satisfied air,
"Stop!" commanded Betty, her eyes
blazing. She strove to keep her voice
steady. "You shall not remain at
Belle Plain another hour.”
Hicks said nothing. He knew It
would take more than her saying so
to get him off the place. Betty turned
her horse and galloped buck to the
house She felt that she was In no
condition to see Tom just at that mo-
ment, and dismounting at the door,
ran upstairs to her room.
Meantime the overseer sought out
Ware in his office. His manner or
stating his grievance was singular.
He began by swearing at his employ-
er. He had been Insulted before all
the quarter—his rage fairly choked
him; he could not speak.
Tom seized the opportunity to
swear back.
"Sent you off the place, did she;
well, you’ll have to eat crow. I’ll do
all I can. 1 don’t know what girls
were ever made for anyhow, damned
if I do!’’, he added.
Hicks consented to eat crow only
after Mr. Ware had cursed and ca-
joled him Into a better and more for-
giving frame of mind.
Later, after Hicks had made his
apology, the two men smoked a
friendly pipe and discussed the situa-
tion. Tom pointed out that opposi-
tion was useless, a losing game; you
could get your way by less direct
means. She wouldn’t stay long at
Belle Plain, but while she did remain
they must avoid any more crises of
the sort through which they had Just
passed, and presently she'd be sick of
the place.
In the midst of her activities Betty
occasionally found time to think of
Bruce Carrington. She was sure she
did not wish to see him again! But
when three weeks had passed she be-
gan to feel Incensed that he had not
appeared. She thought of him with
hot cheeks and a quickening of the
heart. It was anger.
Then one day when she had decid-
ed forever to banish all memory of
him from her mind, he presented him-
self at Belle Plain.
Sho was In her room Just putting
the finishing touches to an especially
satisfying toilet when her maid tapped
on the door and told her there was a
gentleman in the parlor who wished
to seo her.
"Is It Mr. Norton?” asked Betty.
"No, Miss—he didn’t give no name,
Miss.”
When Betty entered the parlor a
moment later she saw her caller
standing with his back turned toward
her as he gazed from one of the win-
dows, but she Instantly recognized
those broad shoulders, and the fine
poise of the shapely head that sur
mounted them.
"Oh. Mr Carrington—” and Betty
stopped short, while her face grew
rather pale and then crimsoned.
Then she advanced boldly and held
out a frigid hand. "I didn’t know—
so you are alive—you disappeared so
suddenly that night—”
"Yes, I’m alive,” he said, and then
with a smile, "but 1 fear before you
get through with me we'll both wish
1 were not, Betty.
"Do you still hate me, Betty—Miss
Malroy—Is there anything 1 can say
or do that will make you forgive me?"
He looked at her penitently.
But Betty hardened her heart
against him and prepared to keep
him In place.
"Will you sit down?" she indicated
a chair. He seated himself and Betty
put a safe distance between them.
"Are you staying In the neighborhood,
Mr. Carrington?" she asked, rather
unkindly.
"No, I’m not staying In the neigh-
borhood. When I left you, 1 made up
my mind I'd wait at New Madrid un-
til I could come on down here and
say I was sorry."
"And It’s taken you all this time?”
Carrington regarded her seriously.
”1 reckon I must have come for
more time. Betty—Miss Malroy." In
spite of herself, Betty glowed under
the caressing humor of his tone.
"Really—you must have chosen
poorly then when you selected New
Madrid. It couldn't have been a good
place for your purpose."
”1 think if 1 could have made up
my mind to stay there long enough.
It would have answered,” said Car-
rington. "But when a down-river boat
tied up there yesterday It was more
than I could stand. You see there’s
danger In a town like New Madrid of
getting too sorry. 1 thought we’d bet-
ter discuss this point—”
"Mayn’t I show you Belle Plain?”
asked Betty quickly.
But Carrington shook his head.
"I don’t care anything about that.”
he said. "I didn't come here to Bee
Belle Plain."
"Then you expect to remain In the
neighborhood?"
“I've given up the river, and I’m
going to get hold of some land.”
"Land?” said Betty, with a rising
Inflection.
"Yes, land.”
"I thought you were a river-man?”
"I’m a river-man no longer. 1 am
going to be a planter now. But PU
tell you why, and all about It some
other day." Then he held out his
hand. "Good-by," he udded.
"Are you going?—good-by, Mr. Car-
rington,” and Betty’s fingers tingled
with his masterful clasp long after he
had gone.
CHAPTER XI.
The Shooting-Match at Boggs'.
The judge's faith in the reasonable-
ness of mankind having received a
staggering blow, there began a some-
what furtive existence for himself,
for Solomon Mahaffy, and for the boy.
They kept to little frequented byways,
and usually It was the early hours of
the morning, or the cool of fate after-
noons, when they took the road.
A certain hot afternoon brought
them Into the shaded main street of
race-track, straight down the road,
and you'll find that out—everybody’s
there to the hoss-racltig and shooting-
match, 1 reckon you’ve missed the
hoss-radng. but you'll he In time for
the shooting. Why ain’t you there,
Mr. Carrington?”
"I'm going now, Mr. Pegloe." an-
swered Carrington, as he followed the
Judge, who, with Mahaffy and the boy,
had moved off.
"Better stop at Boggs’!" Pegloe
called after them.
But the judge had already forme*!
his decision, tlorse-raclng and shoov
lng-matches were suggestive of that
progressive spirit, the absence of
which he had so much lamented a*
the Jail raising at Pleasantvllle. Mem-
phis was their objective point, but
Buggs' became a side Issue of Im-
portance. They had gained the edge
of the village when Carrington over-
took them. He stepped to Hannibal's
side.
"Here, let me carry that long rltle,
son!” he said. Hannibal looked up
Into his face, and yielded the piece
without a word. Carrington balanced
It on his big palm. "I reckon It can
shoot—these old guns ure hard to
beat!" he observed.
"She’s the closest shooting rifle l
ever sighted," said Hannibal prompt-
ly.
Carrington laughed.
There was a rusty name-plate on
the stock of the old sporting rltle;
this caught Carrington’s eye.
“What’s the name here? Oh, Tur-
bervtlle."
The judge, a step or two in ad-
vance, wheeled In his tracks with a
startling suddenness.
“What?" he faltered, and his face
was ashen.
"Nothing, I was reading the name
St. Augustine, Fla.—Four centuries
ago an Indian town known as Seloy
stood on the site or what Is now St.
Augustine. On Easter Sunday, 1512,
Ponce de Leon, Spanish explorer,
funded there In seurch of the "Foun-
tain of Youth.” Alter ho and hlB men
had floundered through the sandy
swamps of the vicinity and tramped
among the scrub palmetto, bathed tn
every stream, pool and mudhole they
came across, without success, they re-
embarked and the Indian village re-
mained unmolested by white men for
more than fifty years.
A colony of French Huguenots laud-
ed at the same point lit 1564, hut
soon moved on to the St. John's river.
The news of their arrival reached
Phillip II. of Spain, and upon realiz-
ing the full Import of the message—
that a colony or Protestants was set-
tling in his new world domntn—he dis-
patched Pedro Monendez to extermi-
nate them.
This second group of invading
Spaniards landed at the same Indian
village on August 25, 1565, and be-
cause that was St. Augustine’s day up-
on the church calendar they gave the
place Its present name. St. Augustine
Is consequently the oldest permanent
settlement of Europeans within the
territory of the United States. The
Huguenot settlement was not perma-
nent for the reason that Menendez and
his men destroyed their fort and mas-
sacred the Inhabitants.
The first fort was built In octagonal
form and was constructed of the
trunks of pine trees. It was named
San Juan do Pinos (St. John of the
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Tired of It.
The four-year-old had taken his re-
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pardon. Encouraged by his receptive
attitude, Ills mother ventured to add
a few general ethical truths; but with
the first hint of transition from the
concrete to the abstract ,.a mild re-
sentment dawned In his eye.
“Mother,” he demanded, respectful-
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Ohe Instantly Recognized the Broad Shoulders.
u straggling village. Near the door of
the prlnctpal building, a trame tavern,
a man was seated, with his feet on
the horse-rack. There was no other
sign of human occupancy.
"How do you do, sir?” said tho
judge, halting before this solitary in-
dividual whom he conjectured to he
the landlord. "What’s the name of
this hustling metropolis?" continued
the Judge, cocking his head on one
side.
As he spoke, Bruce Carrington ap-
peared tn the tHvern door; pausing
there, he glanced curiously at the
shabby wayfarers.
"This Is Raleigh, In Hhelby county,
Tennessee," said the landlord.
“Are you the voice from the tomb?"
Inquired the Judge, In a tone or play
ful sarcasm.
Carrington, amused, sauntered to-
ward him.
"That's one for you, Mr. Pegloe!"
he said.
”1 am charmed to meet a gentleman
whose spirit of appreciation shows
bis familiarity with a literary allu
aion," said the Judge, bowing
"We ain't so dead as we took," said
Pegloe. "Just you keep on to Boggs
here; It Is yours, sir, I suppose?" said
Carrington.
"No, sir—no; my name Is Price—■
Hlocuni Price! Turbervllle—Turber-
vllie—" he muttered thickly, staring
stupidly at Carrington.
"It's not a common name; you seem
to have heard It before?” said the lat-
ter.
A spasm of pain passed over the
judge's face.
“I—I've heard It. The name Is on
the rifle, you say?”
"Here on the stock, yes."
The Judge took the gun and exam-
ined It In silence.
"Where did you get this ride, Han-
nibal?” he at length asked brokenly.
“I fetched It away from the Barony,
sir, Mr. Crenshaw said I might have
It”
(TO RK CONTINUED.)
City Gates, 8t. Augustine.
Pine). An engraving of the fort shows
It was in this shape when Sir Fran-
cis Drake attacked St. Augustine In
j586. Tho fort was again attacktyt
In 1665 by John Davis, freebooter and
buccaneer. The people fled to the
woods while Davis pilaged the town.
Later the fort was rebuilt and named
Fort Marlon, now the property of the
federal government and maintained
chiefly as an interesting antique.
Thousands of persons visit It annually.
In Its early life St. Augustine was
the most cosmopolitan city In the
land and all because of a mixed col-
ony of Minorcans, Italians, Greeks and
natives of ’southern European coun-
tries brought to the state In 1763 as
laborers for an indigo plantation
owned by English capitalists. They
settled In New Smyrna, hut soon re-
belled against their English employ-
ers. That probably was the first or-
ganized labor strike In North Amer-
ica.
Moving to St. Augustine, where
they were allotted land and given pro-
tection, the imligo plantation workers
Intermarried with the Spanish and
English residents and their descend-
ants form a large proportion of the
population of the present city.
In 1821 the United States paid
Spain J5,000,000 for the territory of
Florida and General Andm *r Jackson
became Its first governor
Indian, pirate, Spaniard, British In-
vader—each in turn has scourged the
town, but after the passing of each It
has arisen better than before, changed,
but each time Improved In chavacter.
From the Indian village of Seloy,
through four centuries of battle and
change to the quaint old town with
Its foreign airs, St. Augustine has be-
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