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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Times, 1906-10-18, Page 7.. • 1 4'•1' 4401.444.440b3s'�k •f»k +i'+t'i"i'li'�! i �3• i • • • he " Genileman o • • • From Irzdjana • .. •• By BOOTH TARlC,IjiGTOj. • } ,• ,• • CopyrWWht. 1899. by Doableday alt McClure Co. • CopyrIBbt. 1902. by McClure, Phillip., at Co. 'c•+id•3••2.3••F444.4444.4•$163«T• •M • 3� .1.4.4.4.4.4.4.s.d..b+: .L.tl i,..U.ss.s.d..r..s.A.s44..Wt.4.,1.4.441..s.84 4..r.4,t da .b,S.s.ssr.s. :.; • •, •1 • '"please t' be so good es t' show de ole main whuh de W'ite Calpa is done shoot Morse Hawkliss?" "Here was where it happened, Uncle Zen," answered Wiley, leading him for- ward. "Here is the stain," Xenophon bent over the spot on the sand, making little odd noises in his throat. Then he painfully resumed ! his former position. "Dass his blood," he said in the same gentle, ,quavering tone. "Dass my hes' frien' whut lay .on de groun' whay yo' staind, gelmun. pass whuh dey laid 'im, an' dass whuh he lie," the old negro continued. "Dey .shot 'im in de fiefs. Dey ain't shot 'int heah. Youdeh dey druggen 'im, but .dis whuh be Ile." Ile bent over again, then knelt groaningly and placed his hand on the stain, one would have said, as a man might place his hand over a heart to see if it still beat. He was motionless, with the air of heark- ening. • "Masse, honey, is you goner _ - He i raised his voice as if calling. "Is yo' gone, suit—coarse?" He looked up at the circle about him, and then, still kneeling, not taking his hand from the sand, seeming to wait for a sign to listen for a voice, he said: "Whafo' yo' gelmun think de good Lawd summon Morse Hawkliss? lease he de mos' fides'? You know, dat man he ketch me in de colo night, wintuh 'fo' lois,' stealin' 'is wood. You know whut he done t' de ole thief? Tek an' buil' up big flab eon ole Zen' shainty. Bay: tHe'p yo'se'f, an' welcome. Reck- •on you hongry, too, ain' you, Xeno- phon?' Telc an' feed me, tek an' tek keer o' me eY' since.' Ah pump de baith full in de mown', mek 'Is bed, pull de weeds out'n de front walk; dass all. He tek me in. When Ah aisk 'im ain' he '!raid keep ole thief he say, jesso: 'Dass all my fault, Xenophon; ought look you up long 'go; ought know long 'go you be colo dese bald 'nights. Reck- i on Ah'm de thievenest one 'us two, ! Xenophon, keepiu' all dis wood stock' ' up when you got none,' he say, jesso. Tek me in; say he lahk a thief; pay me tiala'y; feed me. Dass de main whut de Caps gone shot lois' night." He . raised his head sharply, and the mys- tery in his gloomy eyes intensified as they opened wide and stared at the s sky unseeingly. "Ah's hewn wld a cawl!" he exclaim- ed loudly. His twisted frame was braced to an extreme tension. "Ah's hewn wed a caw!! Do blood anssuh!" "It wasn't the White Caps, Uncle Xenophon," said Warren Stvith, laying his hand on the old man's shoulder. Xenophon rose to his feet. He *retched a long, bony arm straight to the west, where the Crossroads lay; •stood rigid and silent, like a seer; then ° :spoke: "De men whut shot Manse Hawk- liss lies yondeh, hidin' f'um de light o' •day. An' Lim"—he swerved his whole rigid body till the arm pointed north- west—"he lies yondeh. You won' fine 'tm heah. Dey fought 'im in de fief's, :an' day druggen 'lin heah. Dis whuh dey lay 'im down. Ah's bawn.wid a .cawil" There were exclamations from the listeners, for Xenophon spoke as one having authority. Suddenly he turned .and pointed his outstretched hand full at Judge Briscoe. "An' dass de main," he cried; "dass .de plain kin tell yo' Ah speak de trete!" Before Briscoe answered, Eph Watts looked at him keenly and then turned to Lige Willetts and whispered: "Get on your horse, ride in and ring the courthouse bell like fury. Do as I say." ' Tears stood in the judge's eyes. "It is so," he said solemnly. "He speaks the truth. I didn't mean to tell it to- day; but somehow"— He paused. "The hounds!" he cried. "They de- serve it. My daughter saw them cross- ing the fields in the night—saw them ,climb the fence, a big crowd of them. She and the lady who is visiting us .saw them—saw them plainly. The lady saw them several times clear as .day, by the flashes of lightning. The I scoundrels wore corning this way. They must have been dragging him with Pale, Weak, Anaemic Girls • ANAEMIA or bloodlessness is indi- cated by paleness of the lips, the gums and eyelids, and is most frequently found in girls and young women. .Other symptoms are deficient appe- tite, impaired digestion, irritable temper, shortness of breath, dizziness, fainting. ' headache, easily fatigued, depression, .and despondency. The blood is lacking in the life sus- •twining power which is necessary to the proper working of the bodily organs, and Agin only be restored by the use of such a 'blood -forming preparation as 1)r. Chase's Nerve Food, On account of the way in which Dr. Chase's Nerve Food enriches the blood and builds up the system, it is beyond • doubt the most effective treatment for Ianaemia and similar wastipg disease that was ever compounded. Note your in" crease in weight while using it. Dr. C's Nar've rood, 60 cents a bola, at t 1 1 nr Itdmailson, Bates "Aids Dawn wtd a cawl!" them then. He couldn't have had a show for his life among them. Do what you like. Maybe they've got him at the Crossroads. If there's a chance of it, dead or alive, bring him back!" A. voice rang out above the clamor that followed the judge's speech. "'Bring him back!' God could, may- be, but he won't. Who's travelin' my way? I go west!" Hartley Bowider had ridden his sorrel right up the eln• bankment, and the horse stood between the rails. there was an angry roar from the crowd. The prosecutor pleaded and threatened unheeded, and, as for the deputy sheriff, he declared his intention o1 taking with him all Who wished to go as his posse. Eph Watts succeeded in making himself heard above the tumult. • "The square!" he shouted. "Start from the square. We want everybody. We'll need them. And we want every one in Carlow to be implicated in this posse." - "They will be!" shouted a farmer. "Don't you worry about that." "We want to get into some sort 0f shape!" cried Eph. "Shape!" repeated Hartley Bowider scornfully. There was a hiss and clang and rat- tle behind him, and a steam whistle shrieked. The crowd divided, and Hartley's sorrel scrambled down just in time as the westbound accommoda- tion rushed by on its way to Rouen. From the rear platform leaned the sheriff, Horner, waving his bands fran- tically as he flew by, but no one un- derstood or cared what he said or in the general excitement even wondered why he was going away. When the train had dwindled to a dot and dis- appeared and the noise of its rush grew faint the courthouse, bell was heard ringing, and the mob was rush- , ing pellmell into the village to form on the square. The judge stood alone on the embauktnent. "That settles it," he said aloud, • gloomily watching the last figures. He took off his hat and pushed back the thick white hair from his forehead. "Nothing to do but wait. Might as well go home for that. Blast it!" he ex- claimed impatiently. "I don't want to go there. It's too hard on the little girl. If she hadn't come till next week she'd never have knownJohnHarkiess." THE WINGIIAM TIMES, OCTOBER 18 stretched ftl, serene length between green hardens decked with purple And yellow and white weed flowers, and the tree shadows were not shade, but warm blue and lavender glows In the general pervasion of stili, bright light; the sky curving its deep, unburnished, penetrable blue over all, with no sin. gle drift of fleece upon it to be reflect- ed ill the creek that wound along past willow and sycamore, dimpled but un- murmuring. .A. woodpecker's telegra- phy broke the quiet like a volley of pistol shots. But far eastward on the pike there slowly 'developed a soft, white haze. It grew denser and larger and grad- ually rolled nearer. Dimly behind it could be discerned a darker, moving nucleus that extended far back upon the road. A. Leavy tremor began to stir the air; taint, manifold sounds, a waxing, in- creasing, multitudinous rumor. The pike ascended a long, slight slope leading west up to the Crossroads. From a thicket of ironweed at the foot of this slope was thrust the visage of an undersized girl of fourteen. Her fierce eyes examined the approaching cloud of dust intently. A redness rose under the burnt yellow skin and col- ored the wizened cheeks. They were cooling. She stepped quickly out of the tangle and darted up the road. She ran with the speed of a fleet little terrier, not opening her lips, not calling out, but holding her two thin hands high above her head; that was all, But Birnam wood was come to Dunsinane at last, and the messenger sped. Out of the weeds in the corner of the snake fence, in the upper part of the rise, silently lifted the heads of men whose sallow- ness became a sickish white as the child flew by. • The mob was carefully organfred. They had taken their time .and had 'reposed everything deliberately, know- ing that nothing could stop them. No one had any thought of concealment; it was all as open as the light of day, all done in the broad sunshine. Noth- ing had been determined as to what was to be done at the Crossroads more definite than that the place was to be wiped out. That was comprehensive enough; the details were quite certain to occur. They were all on foot, starch- ing in fairly regular ranks. In front walked Mr. Watts, the man Harlciess had abhorred in a public spirit and be- friended in private. Today be was n hero and a leader, marching to avenge his professional oppressor and personal brother. Cool, unruffled and to out- ward vision unarmed, marching the miles in his brown frock coat and gen- t` • CHAPTER IX. LL morning horsemen had` been galloping through Six Crossroads, sometimes sin- gly, oftener in company. At 1 o'clock the last posse passed through on its return to the county seat, and after that there was a long, complete silence, while the miry corners were undisturbed by a single hoof beat. No unkempt colt nickered from his musty stall. The sparse young corn that used to nod and chuckle greenly stood rigid in the fields. Up the Plattville pike despairingly cackled one old hen, with her wobbling, sailor run, snit with a superstitious horror of nothing. She hid herself in the shadow underneath a rickety barn and was still. Only on the Wimby farm were there signs of life. The old lady who had sent Harlciess roses sat by the window all morning and wiped her eyes, watch- ing the horsemen ride by. Sometimes they would hail her and tell her there was nothing yet. About 2 o'clock her husband, rattled up in a buckboard and got out the shotgun of the late and more authentic Mr. Wimby. This he carefully cleaned and oiled in spite of its hammerless and quite useless con- dition, sitting meanwhile by the win- dow opposite his wife and often look- ing up from his work to shake his weak fist 4t his neighbors' domiciles and creak decrepit curses and denne- dations. tilt the Crossronds was ready. It knew what was coming now. Fright- ened, desperate, sullen, it was ready. The afternoon wore on, and lengthen- ing shadows fell upon a peaceful -one would have said a sleeping --country. The min 400 pike, already' dusty', l,u��u ncrc uvr OF )PNEUINONIA Newmarket Mother is ioud in her Praises of the .Great Con- sumption Preventative "My son Laurence was taken .down with Pneumonia," says Mrs. A. O. Fisher, of Newmarket, Ont. "Two doctors at..' tended him. He lay for three months almost like a dead child, His lungs became so swollen, his heart was pressed over to the right side. Altogether I think we paid $14o to the doctors, and all the time he was getting Worse. Then we ! commenced the Dr. Slocum treatment. The effect was wonderful. We saw a difference in two days. Our boy was soon strong and well." Here is a positive proof that Psyohine will cure Pneumonia. But why wait till Pneumonia comes. It always starts with a Cold. .Cure the Cold and the Cold will never develop into Pneumonia, nor the Pneumonia into Consumption. The one sure way to clear out Cold, root and branch, and to build up the body so that the Cold won't come bawl: is to use erous linen, he led the way.' Un one side of him were the two Bowlilers, o"n the other was Lige Willetts, Mr. Watts preserving peace between the young men with perfect tact and sang frold. They kept good order and a simili- tude of quiet for so many except far to the rear, where old Wilkerson was bringing up the tail of the procession, dragging a wretched yellow dog by a rope fastened around the poor cur's protesting neck, the knot carefully ar- ranged under his right ear. In spite of every command and protest Wilkerson had marched the whole way uproari- ously singing "John Brown's Body." The sun was in the west when they came in sight of the Crossroads,- and the cabins on the low slope stood out angularly against the radiance beyond. As they beheld the hated settlement the heretofore orderly ranks showed a disposition to depart from the steady advance and rush the shanties. Wil- letts, the Bowiders, Parker, Ross Scho- field and a dozen others did, in fact, break away and set a sharp pace up the slope. Watts tried to call them back. "What's the use your gettin' killed?" he shouted. "Why not?" answered Lige, nett like the others, was increasing his speed when old "Wimby" rose up suddenly from the roadside ahead of them and motioned them frantically to go back. "They're laid out along the fence wait in' fer ye," he warned them. "Git out the road. Come by the fields. Fer the Lord's sake, spread!" Then as sudden- ly as he hnd appeared he dropped clown into the weeds again. Lige and those with him paused, and the whop; body came to a halt while the leaders con- sulted. There was a sound of metallic clicking and a thin rattle of steel. Frons far to the rear came the voice of old Wilkerson: • "John Brown's body lies a -moldering In the ground, John Brown's body lies a -moldering in the ground." A few near him as they stood wait- ing began to take up the burden of the song, singing It in slow time like. a dirge. Then those farther away took it up. it spread, reached the leaders. CATARRH ISCAMEO A DANCEROOS SURGICAL OPERATIOR VS Brunswick Aye., Toronto, Can. BEE OXTaENATOB CO., Toronto, Canada. Oantlemen,—I am most pleased to certify to Ike curative properties of Oxygenator.' I first began using it tor Catarrh In tho head. Having inbdued this loathsome Emile.I then tamed my attention to a large Polypus tat existed in my right nostril, wktch was successfully removed by the local application of " Oxygenator" thereby saying much pain, danger and =paw had It been removed by surgical process. 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Toronto. ! 1906 of life Al a tomb, but they beat and tore and battered and broke and ham- mered and shattered like madmen; they reduced the tawdry interior to a mere chaos and came pouring forth laden with trophies of ruin, and then there was a .harry smell in the air, and a slender feather of smoke vated up from a second story window. • At the same time Watts led an as- sault on the adjoining house, an assault which came to a sudden pause, for from cracks in the front wall a squirrel Title and a shotgun snapped and banged, and the crowd fell back in dis- order. limner Tibbs lead a bat blown away, full of buckshot holes, while Alr. Watts solicitously examined a small They', too, began to sing, inking off their lints as they joined in, and soon the whole concourse, solemn, earnest, uncovered, was singing—a thunderous requiem for John Harkless. The sun was swinging lower, and the edges of the world were embroider- ed with gold, while that deep volume of sound shook tate air, the song of a stern, savage, just cause—sung "perhaps as some of the ancestors of these men sang with Hampden before the bris- tling walls of a hostile city. It had iron and steel in it. The men lying on their guns in the ambuscade along the 1 fence heard the dirge rise and grow to its mighty fullness, and they shiver, ed. One of them, posted nearest the advance, had his rifle carefully leveled at Lige SVIlletts, a fair target in the road. When he heard the singing he turned to the man ue, t behind him and 1aiighed harshly, "I reckon we'll see a big jamboree other side Jordan tonight, huh?" The huge murmur of the chorus ex- panded and gathered in rhythmic strength and swelled to power and rolled and thundered across the plain. "John Brown's body lies a -moldering In the ground, John Brown's body lies a -moldering in the ground, John Brown's body lies a -moldering in the ground, Isis soul goes marching on! Glory, glory, halleluiah! Glory, glory, halleluiah! Glory, glory, halleluiah! His soul goes marching en:" A gun spat fire from the higher ground, and Willetts dropped where he stood, but, was up again in a second, with a red line across his forehead where the ball had grazed his temple. The mob spread out like a fan, the omen climbing the fence and beginning the advance through the fields, thus closing on the ambuscade from both sides. Mr. Watts, wading through the high grass in the field north of the road, perceived the barrel of a gun shining from the fence some distance in front of him and the same second, although no weapon was seen in his band, discharged a revolver at the clump of grass and weeds behind the gun. Instantly ten or twelve men leaped from their hiding places along the fences of both fields and, dying hurriedly and harmlessly into the scat- tered ranks of the oncoming mob, broke for the shelter of the houses, where their fellows were posted. Tak- en on the flanks and from the rear, there was but one thing for them to do to keep from being hemmed in and shot or captured. (They excessively pre- ferred being shot.) With a wild, high, joyous yell, sounding like the bay of youug hounds breaking into view of their quarry, the Plattville men fol- lowed. The most eastward of 'he debilitated edifices of Six Crossroa• .s was the sa- loon. It bore the paint' d legends, ou the west wall, "Last (:l :nce;" on the east wall, "First Chan. " Next to this and separated by two or three acres of weedy vacancy from the con, ners, where the population centered thickest, stood—if 'one may so predi- cate of a building which leaned in sev- en directions—the house of Mr. Rob- ert Skillett, the proprietor of the sa- loon. Both buildings were shut up as tight as their state of repair permit- ted. As they were farthest to the east, they formed the nearest shelter, and to them'the Crossroaders bent their flight, though they stopped not here, but dis- appeared. behind Skillett's shanty, put- ting it between them and their pur- suers, whose gluts were beginning to speak. The fugitives had a good start, and, being the picked runners of the Crossroads, they crossed the open, weedy acres in safety and tnado for their homes. Every house had become a fort, and the defenders would have to 'bo fought and torn out one by one. As the guns sounded, a woman 111 k shanty near the forge began to ecreena and kept on 'screaming. On came the farmers and the men of Piattville. They took the saloon at a run, battered down the crazy deers with a fence hill and swarmed inside like busy inotrets, making the place hum llktl a hive, but with the hotter industries of destruction. It ,Wits empty 7 A egetablePrcparatioIlforAs- slmilating tileFcod andlieg uta- ' ting tlia S Wachs a11:113o cl3 of They were canting. aperture in the skirts of his brown coat. The house commanded the road, and the rush of the mob into the village was checked, but only for the instant. A rickety woodshed which formed a portion of the Skillett mansion closely joined the "Last Chance" side of the family place of business. Scarcely had the guns of the defenders sounded when, with a loud shout, Lige Willetts leaped from an upper window on that side of the burning saloon and landed on the woodshed and, immediately climbing the roof of the mansion itself, applied a brand to the dry, time worn clapboards. Ross Schofield dropped on the woodshed close behind him, his arm lovingly infolding a gallon jug of whisky, which he emptied (not without evident regret) upon the clapboards as Lige fired them. Flames burst forth almost instantly, and the smoke, unit- ing with that now rolling out of every window of the saloon, went up to heav- en in a cumbrous, gray column. As the flames began to spread there was a rapid fusillade from the rear of the house, and a hundred men and more, who bad kept on through the fields to the north, assailed it from be- hind. Their shots passed clear through the flimsy partitions, and there was a screaming like beasts' howls from with- in. The front door wtis thrown open, and a lean, fierce eyed girl, with a Lase knife in her hand, ran out in the face of the mob. At sound of the shots in the rear they hnd begun to advance on the house a second time, and Hartley Bowlder was the nearest man to the girl. With awful words and shrieking inconceivably she made straight at Hartley and attacked him with the knife. She struck itt him again and agaiu, and in her anguish of hate and fear she was so extraordinary a specta- cle that she gained for her companions the seconds they needed to escape from the house. As she hurled herself alone at the oncoming torrent they sped from the door unoticed, sprang over the fence and reached the open lots to the west before they were seen by Willetts from the roof. "Don't let 'em foo] you!" he shouted. "Look to your left! There they go! Don't let 'em get away!" Vas Leos{ Toaders were running across the field. They were Bob Skillett and his younger brother, and Mr. Skillett was badly damaged. Ile seemed to be holding his jaw on his face with both hands. The girl turned and sped after them. She was over the fence almost as soon as they were, nnd the three ran in single file, the girl last. She was ei- ther magnificently sacrificial and fear- less or she cunningly calculated that the regulators would take no chances of killing a woman -child, for she kept between their guns and her two com- panions, trying to cover and shield the latter with her frail body. "Shoot, ,Lige," called Watts. "If we fire from here we'll hit the girl. Shoot!" Willetts and Ross Schofield were still standing on the roof at the edge out of the smoke, and both fired at the same time. The fugitives did not turn. They kept on running, and they hnd nearly reached the other side of the field when suddenly, without any pre- monitory gesture, the elder Skillett dropped flat on his face. The Cross- roaders stood by each other that day, for four orfive e men ran out of the nearest shanty into the open, lifted the prostrate figure from the ground and began to carry it back with them. But Skillett was alive. Isis curses were heard above all other sounds. Lige and Schofield fired again, and one of the rescuers staggered. Nevertheless as the two lncu slid down from the roof tile burdened Crossroaders were seen to break into a run, and at that, with another yell, fiercer, wilder, more joy- ous than the first, the Plattvilie men folioited. The yell rang loudly in the ears of .old Wilkerson, who bad remained bask Doan's .Kidney Pills act nit the kid. nays, bladder and urinary organs only. they cure backaches, weak back. rhAnm- stisin, diabetes, congestion, inflamatton, gravel, Bright's disease and all other Ibletaaei arisintr front wrong action of the WI:to r and bladder • Promotes DigeSi ion,C!F.eer Hess and Rest.Contains neither Oplum,Norptiine, nor Mineral, NOT N 5-ZAC©TIC, Rare clGu.T-vw:.a1..:7: —.711 l3ampt in .ir l 4 Jrrtnc r , .',dads SR: - tirase Jrrd . f pernrrrrt - /h CcrenezettA o • Pam Jred- ((a id Jipr. /-!tot•. ',perfect iictueczy tut collo im• tion, Sour St.'.m .ct1,D arrhoca, Worms i'erisii- ness and L.:1,3:73 OF SLEEP. 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It was after one of these victories that a shout of warning was raised behind him, and Mr. Wilkerson, by grace of the god Bacchus, rolling out of the way in time to save his lite, saw a horse dash by him, a big, black horse whose polished flanks were drip- ping with lather. Warren Smith was the rider. He was waving a slip of yet low paper high in the air. Hi Soda pp the Slope and drew rein beyond the burning buildings just ahead of those foremost In the pursuit. He threw his horse across the road to oppose their progress, rose in itis sti>;- rups and waved the papet over his head. "Stop!" he roared. "Give me one minute! Stop!" He had a grand voice, and he was known in many parts of the state for the great bass roar with which he startled his juries. To be heard at a distance most men lift the pitch of their voice. Smith lowered his an octave or two, and the result was like an earthquake playing an organ In a catacomb. "Stop!" he thundered. "Stop!" In answer one of the flying Cross- roaders turned and sent a bullet whis- tling close to hint. The lawyer paused long enough to bow deeply in satirical response; then, iiourisbiug the paper, lie roared again: "Stop! A mistake! I have news! Stop, I say! Horner hal got them!" To make himself heard over that tempestuous advance was a feat; for I hila, moreover, whose counsels bad so lately been derided, to interest the pur- suers at such a moment enough to make them listen—to find the word— was a greater, and by the word and by gestures at once vehemently im- perious and imploring to stop them was a still greater. But he did it. Ire had come at just the moment before the moment that would have been too late. They all beard him. They all knew, too, that he was not trying to save the Crossroads as a matter of duty, because he bad given that up be- fore the mob left Plattville. Indeed, it was a question If at the last he hnd I not tacitly approved, and no one feared indictments for the day's work. It would do no harm to listen to what he had to say. The work could wait. It would "keep" for five mfnutee. They, began to gather around him, excited, flushed, perspiring and smelling of smoke. Hartley Bowider, won by, Lige's desperation and intrepidity, was helping the latter tie up his head. No 1 one else was hurt. "What is it?" they clamored lmpa- i tien 1y "Speak quick!"t" There a wa s another harmless shot from a fugitive,'; !' and _then the Crossroaders, divining' ' that the diversion wa's in their layer. - secured themselves in thgir deerepit fastnesses and held their dire. Mean=' hilt the flames ergekled cheerfully,.. In i'lattvfle eats. No matter what tlii prosecutor had to say, at least the Skit - lett saloon and homestead were gone, and Bob Skillett and one other would be sick enough to he good for awhile.. 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