The Cass County Sun (Linden, Tex.), Vol. 52, No. 28, Ed. 1 Tuesday, July 12, 1927 Page: 7 of 8
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THE CASS COUNTY SUN
8T0RY FROM THE START
In the small New Jersey vil-
lage of Straltsmouth, In the year
1749, Richard Lindsay, who tells
the story, gives an exhibition of
his marksmanship before some
villagers and a stranger, with
whom thoy afterward dine at
the 'avern. The eonvorsntlon
turns on a notorious pirate,
whose ship, the Blank Panther, ts
thought to be In the vicinity.
Next morning Llnd'.uy, after wild
ducks, is sitting !r a "blind"
when three strangers land on the
beach near him. They bury a
chest and then one of them, Bur-
ford, recognized by I.tndsay as
the man ho talked with tli day
before, kills one of his compan-
ions. Lindsay's presence Is dis-
covered. The third man Is Cap-
tain Barclay of the Black Pan-
ther. The three po aboard. Lind-
say meets there a youth to whom
he bears a remarkable resem-
blance, Robert McAllister, whom
Barclay capturedvon his way to
Ills uncle's plantation In .Inmnirn,
Barclay has sworn to kill the
elder McAllister. Bob 1s asked to
act as •< spy in his uncle's house-
hold. He refuses and Is killed
Lindsay Is asked to take his
place. Realizing his helplessness
and under threat of a llnnerinK
death. Lindsay agrees to assume
young McAllister's name and
take his place In Andrew's house-
hold. The Black Panther comes
upon a plundered ship, with nil
on board murdered. Barclay de-
clares It the work of McAllister's
pirate ship, Shark. The Black
Panther overtakes and destroys
It with all on board Lindsay Is
set ashore In Jamaica to pass
himself off as Robert and find
out all he can about McAllister's
plantation. He rescues a negro
jockey, Quashy, who had been
Kidnaped to prevent his riding
In a race the following day.
CHAPTER VI—Continued
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Presently, as the tide In the bottle
ebbed, I Improved the opportunity to
ask for the colonel. At the mention
«>f his name George laughed heartily.
End assured me that It would be a
simple matter to find him. On the
flight above, not In the ballroom, where
the dancers were enjoying themselves,
but In the spacious eating-hall—that
was where the redoubtable colonel
could be found. "He is," Lewis con-
tinued, "a confirmed gourmand, not to
say a glutton. The phrase, ray dear
McAllister, Is not an elegant one, but
Singleton is literally digging his grave
with his teeth. We shall find him, to
a certainty, for this Is the night of nil
nights, to be devoted to revelry and
to be concluded, at sunrise, by the
great match between the horses of
the colonel and of Major Mostyn."
I had never doubted Quashy's story,
but if I had, this would have con-
vince^ me of the truth. And when we
finished our bottle, George conducted
me upstairs to the dining hall, where,
as he had predicted, we found a dozen
epicures seated about a round table,
a« much enthralled with their supper
as were the younger folks with their
dancing and their roulette. When we
paused at the eolonej's seat, I found
that as Quashy had said he most cer-
tainly possessed a red and flaming
countenance, and a large protuberant
stomach. He greeted Lewis cordially
enough, and shook hands with me
somewhat perfunctorily, but when I
asked him for a word apart, he shot
me a suspicious glance, and therefore,
to clinch the matter, I showed him,
held In the palm of my hand, the rib-
bon from Quashy's cap. At once his
whole attitude changed, and in a low
tone he said, "All right. In a few
moments. Walt for me In the dance
hall."
Accordingly, George returned to the
lower floor, while for perhaps a quar-
ter of an hour I watched the evolu-
tions of the dancers until I felt a hand
on my arm and discovered that the
colonel was standing at my side. With-
out a word he drew me Into a recess
near the window, and said abruptly,
"Now, then I What's up?"
I It took me but a few moments to
make the situation clear to him, and
When I bad finished, his eyes glistened
with mirth. "Lfeur Mostyn I" he ejac-
ulated. "What an extraordinary Idea.
A bit crude, perhaps, but how decided-
ly effective. And you had to happen
along and spoil all his plans. Poor
Mostyn. How exceedingly distressing."
I He sat In silence for some moments;
then nodded his head abruptly as If
he had decided on his course of ac-
tion. Then, fumbling in his pocket,
he drew out a small purse and handed
It to me. "Really," he said, "I cannot
<thank you sufficiently for what you
itutve done. But as one gentlejpan to
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another"—and he cast an appraising
glance at my clothes—"I should be de-
lighted If you would tnke this smull
sum and wager It on Satan. You will
find the professional bookmakers on
the floor below. Most of them are
honest—they live longer If they are—
but I should bet with a man named
Mendez, a dark little chnp with fierce
mustaehlos; he is thoroughly reliable.
Now, to avoid suspicion, I shall return
to my friends. Later, If the odds suit
me, I shall certainly make some more
wagers on the gentle Satan. I thank
you again, sir; doubtless, In a very few
hours, you will accompany the popula-
tion of the Port to the race track."
I assured him that 1 should not miss
tlic race for anything under the sun,
and ,st rolling downstairs again, 1
found Lewis in the company of some
officers, who were urging him to take
part in a rubber of whist, l'.ut Lewis
did not seem euger to play, and when
he saw me came forward with a whis-
pered word, so that shortly, with the
Inevitable ceremony of ordering a bot-
tle of wine, we found ourselves again
seated in the seclusion of one of the
nooks at the side of the room. Then,
after swearing him to secrecy, I told
him the whole story; nnd as I ex-
pected, he was delighted. "Splendid!"
he cried. "Wonderful! Each trying
to outwit the other. And we mustn't
miss our chance. Here, take part of
my winnings, nnd let's wnger all we
can on Satan."
Mendez was easily found from the
colonel's description, a short, dark
little man with bellicose mustachios
and hands sparkling with diamonds;
and Lewis, thoroughly at home amid
such surroundings, at once approached
the booth and Inquired the odds. The
betting, It appeared, was two to one
against Satan. These odds, In the
face of what we knew, were naturally
most satisfactory, and we made haste
to bet heavily on our choice. I, In-
deed, was like a man possessed; and
stimulated, I fear, by the wine I had
consumed, I promptly forgot the ad-
vice I had received from Barclay, and
wagered all that he had given me, all
that the colonel had glv«n me, and all
that George had given me, retaining,
however, Just sense, enougfi to keep
back three or four gold pieces, so that,
if anything went wrong with Satan,
I might not be shot for failure to pay
my reckoning at the inn.
The remainder of that night is some-
what hazy in my mind, for I confess
with shame that I drank more wine
than was good for me, so that I
seemed to move about as if in a dream.
Still. I can recall a good deal. I can
remember Colonel Singleton, re-
sembling an ancleut but magnificent
old turkeycock, as he gamely made
wager after wager on his choice; and
I can remember Mostyn and his fol-
lowers, outwardly demure but inward-
ly hardly able to restrain their mirth
as they thought of the grand hoax they
were putting up on the colonel.
At last the night came to an end;
upstairs the music and the dancing
ceased, and the ensuing silence had
something rather horrible about It, as
of death after life. The mulatto spun
the wheel for the last time; the book-
makers, equally businesslike and Im-
passive, left their booths; and a mot-
ley crowd of men and women, in vari-
ous stages of Inebriation, filed from
the Palace of Delight into the beauty
and freshness of the dawn, men and
women both, winding their unsteady
way in the direction of the track.
Near the track itself was a long,
low, white structure, evidently for the
accommodation of the Jockeys and
their mounts, and as we neared It, we
saw a handsome bay mare, already
saddled and bridled, being led up and
down by a stable boy, while beside her
walked an ebony Jockey, young and
with a distinctly knowing air, In a
costume of blue, slashed with sliver,
of which he was evidently proud.
This, I at once decided, must be Fly-
away, and though I was but an or-
dinary judge of horseflesh, I noted the
mare's broad forehead and tranquil
eye, noted, too, her slender yet mus-
cular limbs, and a sudden feeling of
uneasiness came over me, the realiza-
tion that I had probably been far too
rash in staking my fortune, such as It
was, against this dangerous opponent.
This, in Itself, was sufficiently de-
pressing, but a moment later my fears,
Instead of being allayed, were intoual-
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fled. From within the building sound-
ed a Budden chorus of exclamations
and ejaculations; there was a drum-
ming of hoofs on the stable floor, the
rush of a door thrust hack, and out
Into the faint light of the morning
danced a bluck demon, front legs paw-
ing for the sky, on Ills back u terri-
fied Jockey who called shrilly for help.
Somehow, I cannot remember exactly
how, they managed to reach the track;
and there Satan, with a gulte that
justified his tactics, and with hind
legs kicking madly In the air, shot
his jockey neatly and decisively over
the Inner rail. The boy landed on his
head and lay motionless, while Satan
gazed reproachfully around him, the
very picture of. righteous indignation.
I had watched, fascinated, and with
my mind Intent on my own misfor-
tunes, Put now I was to realize that
the fortunes of others were even more
deeply involved, for a voice, obviously
menacing, sounded at my elbow.
"What the devil does this mean, sir?"
It cried; and I turned to behold Colo-
nel Singleton, If possible still more
Indignant than his flery steed.
I could only stare. Words would not
come. But the colonel encountered no
such difficulty; he was fluency Itself.
"What the devil do you mean, sir," he
cried, "by bringing me these tales
about Quashy? Where Is Quashy? 1
believe this Is all on Infernal swindle,
and that you're In Mostyn's pay!"
Fortunately for me, just at this
juncture Mostyn approached, a sinile
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"What the Devil Do You Mean, Sir?"
upon his face. "Well, Colonel," he In-
quired blandly, "are you ready? Sun-
rise was the hour, I believe."
The colonel turned, if possible, a
shade or two redder than before.
"Sunrise, sir," he roared! "And how
In the devil, sir, do you know that It
Is sunrise? Have you eyes that can
see through mountains? When I see
the sun, I'll say It's sunrise, und not a
moment before."
The remark, however, was unfor-
tunate, for as he uttered It there ap-
peared, to my consternation, above the
tops of the distant hills the glowing
ball of light, beautifying all nature,
hut throwing into pitiless relief the
worn and dissipated faces of the
crowd of pleasure seekers in its path.
In desperation I glanced about on
every side for some sign of the ab-
sent Quashy, and for a moment, to my
''plight, I actually thought that I saw
a figure In crimson emerge from the
strip of woods beyond the track. The
next second I thought I saw It rise
again, then stumble and lie prostrate.
Any chance, however desperate, was
worth taking; we had nothing to lose
and all to gain, and with a hurried
word to George we started at a run
across the field. Never In my life
have I felt less like a burst of speed,
and George's course, I am confident,
must have been a zigzag rather thau
a straight line. Yet we did our best,
and presently, with a great throb of
Joy, I saw that It was Indeed Quashy,
crawling feebly on his hands and on
one knee, with the other leg dragging
awkwardly behind him. Ills face was
ashy, and the sweat poured down his
face like rain. As he glanced up and
saw us coming, he tried manfully to
force a grin. "Twist my leg," he
gasped. "Fall Into d—n gully. Where
Satan ?"
Without a word, for this was no time
for talking, George and I crossed
hands, bent, and bidding him hold fast,
swung him up between us and hurried
toward the track. Presently we
reached the spot where Satan stood
watching our approach.
He eyed us, as It seemed to me.
Ironically, for if a horse ever had the
expression of n human being, it Was
that black whirlwind. He showed no
affecting Joy at sight of Quashy; he
did not even whluny; but we were In
a position to be thankful for small
mercies, and felt that It was some-
thing to have that beast stand quiet
while we bundled Quashy into the
saddle. Evidently, as he had told me.
he and Satan "ascertained" each other.
And now. while the mare cantered
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by us, nnd the starter, a fussy, pom-
pous little man, waved us to the start,
I had a chance to examine Quashy's
leg. It was not a reassuring sight.
His foot, Indeed, he could get into the
stirrup, but when he tried to beur
weight upon it, I thought he would
have fainted with the pain. The
colonel bustled up, slid his hand over
Quashy's knee, and with a groan de-
parted.
"You can't do it," I whispered.
"Give it up."
But he bit his Hp till a trickle of
blood, showed. "It only way, buckra,"
he grimly answered. "You say prayer."
There was no chance for further
talk. The starter had arrived, and be-
gan lecturing the two jockeys. G.eorge
plucked my sleeve. "We'll go back to
the finish," he said. "We must be
there to see our money go."
High up in the stand, far removed
from the rest of the crowd, we took
our places, feeling, as many other
men have felt under similar circum-
stances, a great disinclination for com-
panionship of any sort. Our eyes
sought the quarter post, where the
horses stood prancing, and we waited
breathlessly for the start. Flyaway,
we could see, had drawn the position
next the roll; at once I felt this to be
u bad omen, for If the race were close
It might, Indeed, spell Just the margin
between victory and defeat.
Through the clear morning air we
could hear the starter peremptorily
lecturing the jockeys, for both Were
past masters in the craft of the track,
and both, as we all knew, meant to
get the advantage at the start. Evi-
dently the starter's patience was ail
but exhausted; once, twice they seemed
to have started and both times were
called back; the horses themselves
seemed to lie victims of the strain, for
Satan was fighting for his head, and
even the mare was acting like one pos-
sessed.
And then—Just as I felt as if my
overwrought nerves were about to
snap—suddenly they were oft, leaping
forward In unison to a perfect sturt
Almost Immediately the mare began
to draw away—a half length—a
length ; George gave a groan. "We're
beat," he ejaculated. "Look at Fly-
away go!"
I could not plpck up heart to contra-
dict him, for I have never seen a pret-
tier sight than the gallant little mare,
her Jockey, gay in his blue and silver,
crouched low in the suddle, as she
tore down the track at terrific speed.
With the showing of the black, after
the tales I had listened to, I felt the
keenest satisfaction. He ran easily
enough, to be sure, but altogether too
easily; there was no sign of that fire
and energy he had displayed at our
first sight of him, when, before the
race, he had assisted his hapless
jockey to alight. Yet, of course, even
to a boy as Ignorant of racing as I
was, one thing was evident; and that
was that Quashy, clearly handicapped
by his Injured leg was not helping his
mount along as did the Jockey on Fly-
away ; and though he managed to
keep his seat well enough, there was
not that marvelous union between
horse and rider which makes the great
Jockf-y a rarity, worth many times his
weight in gold. When the first quar-
ter of the final mile was covered, Sa-
tan was three lengths astern; at the
half the mare's lead was even greater,
and Lewis, with a sigh, observed phil-
osophically, "It's no use, Bob, we're
done."
It looked so, Indeed, and even as
he spoke It seemed as If further dis-
aster might bring the race to a finish
then and there, for suddenly I saw
Quashy go forward in frte saddle, falrlj
lying out along Satan's neck, as if h«
had lost his balance or turned faint
with pain. Yet what looked like Ir-
retrievable disaster was really th«
turning point in our hopes, though It
was not until afterward that we
learned what had really happened!
that Quashy, risking everything on
one desperate chance, was actually
talking to this black demon whom he
"ascertained"; was exhorting him Id
his wild African lingo, to be a gentle-
man and a sportsman, and not to let
the mare acquire the name of being
the fleetest racer on Jamaican soil.
All this, as I say, we did not learn
till later; but the result was lmmedl*
ate, for suddenly the whole complexion
of affairs began to change, and
though at first I could not believe my
eyes, soon George and I exclaimed In
unison, "We're gaining, gaining fast!"
It was true. Here, at last, was th«
speed we had heard of; slowly, stead-
ily, the gap between them diminished,
until at the three-quarters mark Fly
away's lead was again reduced to th«
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In many of the pink hibiscus the ey«
Is crimson while the various sludei
are faded, at times, into the marest
pink wash in an almost white flower,
says Nature Magazine. Often there It
more or less of the pure scarlet color!
and then there Is the dilution—ihe
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Lesson for July 10
SAMUEL'S FAREWELL
LESSON TEXT—I Samuel, Chap. 18.
GOLDEN TEXT—Thj# loving kind-
ness fa before mine eyes and 1 have
walked In Thy truth.
PRIMARY TOPIC —Samuel
faithful Servant.
JUNIOR TOPIC—An Old Man's
vice.
INTERMEDIATE AND SENIOR TOP-
IC—How to Make a Clean. Record.
YOUNG PEOPLE AND ADULT TOP-
IC— Righteousness In Publle Life.
Samuel means "asked of God."
God gave him In answer to his moth-
er's prayer. She promised to give
him back to God. In his early child-
hood his mother cared for and taught
him. At on early age she handed him
over to the care of Ell to minister
unto the Lord In the Tabernacle.
While he was thus engaged God called
him. He responded to this call and
spent a long life in useful service to
God and his nation as Judge and
prophet. Our lesson today is his fare-
well address.
I. Samuel's Challenge to the People
(vv. l-.r>).
1. Reminder of the way the king
had been given (v. 1).
He showed that they were directly
responsible for the change in gov-
ernment. Though keenly feeling the
reflection upon himself, and their In-
gratitude to God in their demand for
a king, he had not resisted their
wish.
2. Review of his own administra-
tion (vv. 2, 3).
(1) Walk from childhood (v. 2).
Samuel's was a remarkable life; from
childhood to old age he had lived an
upright and pure life. (2) Career a3
Judge and ruler (v. 3). He boldly chal-
lenged them to show where and how
he had even In the smnllest matters
defrauded or oppressed anyone.
3. The vote of conlidence by the
people (vv. 4, f ).
It was Samuel's right as he laid
down the reins of government to have
his record vindicated and to have his
Integrity established beyond a doubt,
so that no evil-minded man could ever
be able to cast reproach upon him.
II. Samuel Review* God's Dealing
From the Time of Moses (vv. 6-15).
lie reasoned with them concerning
the good hand of the Lerd upon them
from the time of Moses. Though they
with Ingratitude turned from the Lord
and demanded a king like the other
nations, He had acceded to their re-
quest and set a king over them.
1. National prosperity conditioned
by obedience (v. 14).
Though they had displeased God In
choosing a king, if they would fear
the Lord and render Qbedience. na-
tional prosperity would still be given.
Would that the nations today could
'see that obedience to God is the only
way to prosperity! Nations should
.Ind out God's will and then bring
themselves into harmony therewith.
God's law must be obeyed by the rul-
ers as well as the subjects.
2. Disobedience to God meant the
nation's riiin (v. 15).
It Is folly to ask God's blessing upon
a nation while it Is living in rebellion
against Illin. True statesmanship Is
to find out God's will concerning the
nation nnd so direct that In all Its
laws and customs there may be har-
mony with that will,'
III. Samuel's Own Vindication (vv.
10-10).
This was such a critical hour In the
history of the nation that Samuel
sought to Indelibly Impress Its mean-
ing on their hearts. This he did by
means of the thunder and rain oul
of season. Harvest time was not
the season for thunder and rain, so
when It came at the call of Samuel
the people were affrighted. They saw
It as on example of God's mighty
power which. If directed against them,
would destroy them In an Instant.
IV. Samuel's Gracious Response
(vv. 20-25).
1. "Fear not—serve the Lord with
all your heart" (vv. 20-22).
Samuel did not minimize their sin,
hut assured them that If they would
serve the Lord wholeheartedly He
would not forsake them. The ground
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two lengths which had separated them of God In keeping His covenant. "For
His name's sake" shows that God's
honor Is at stoke.
"God forbid that I should sin
>tgalnst the Lord In ceasing to pray
for you" (v. 23). Thougfc the people
had rejected Samuel, yet he had such
magnanimity of soul that ha ho* not
allowed their ingratitude to>si<n. hi^
intercession for thm. Such ntllure
,h# regarded as sin for liimfrtflf. ■ He as
<ured them that In spite of tfielr sin
'heir one concern should be "to fear
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