Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, January 22, 1913, Page 2

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The woman's voice rang out clear, sharp. insistent, and as the notes drifted through the hazy summer air a man pulled upon the reins of his horse quickly. “Hello, Mary—I didn't see you.” “I reckon it is time you did—makin’ me run, tired as | am, down that path of turning stones.” She paused ex- tending her youn~ brown arms, grasp- ing the tops of the seat and so lifting herself easily up beside him. “I let you go round the bend, Jim. ‘cause | was speculatin’ as to the like- ly chances of your givin' that revenue officer with that burden of his a lift down.” The man shifted slightly so as to ! give her more rcom. and his face as he turned it to the woman's was flush- ed deeply. *I tol’ him. Mary, if he got me a lcad of "ein I'd do it maybe. Se¢ ing chances is slim. | rechon they'll ! kin' an’ the | be a long time before walk ain't none too ‘vigoratin'.” They hoth guazed down the broken mountain path, «dzed sharply by bushes and tall gr: Wild flowers and ferns flung the sweet odor on the hot dust znd shriveled in the heat. Below moved a tiny spot. Two men staggered and toiled beneath the weight of a great body whose very inertness and laxity taxed their strength cruelly. “So they got him?" the women | breathed, her eyes suddenly dark and | flashing. “Yep-—-one gone in the doin’" “Shorty makes two.” “Shorty ain’t gone yet.” “Nope.” Silence settled, broken only by the creaking of the leather harness, the heavy breathing of the man and the almost imperceptible sighing of the girl. “Say, do you reckon it'll be soon yes?" “l can't tell, Mary, ain't heard as yet. Was it one or two?” “One gneakin', good-for-nothin’ reve- nue officer, enly one” she said almost regretfully. “ile was spyin® and what ought a spy to get? Dnt. Shorty?” The man sizhed. “That's it, what'll he get?” “Dark corner an’ the cabin 't 'll be gone. Are you sure there ain't no chance—not one?” A “Say, Mary, what er you eringin’ | fer? You ain't scared o' death—no. you ain't scared o' nothin'.” But the woman's eyes that held the purity of the southern skies in color filled slowly and under the limp sun- bonnet her lips trembled. One brown hand twisted her apron string-—gent- ly. “Wal, you see up ter now I ain’t been afraid o' nothin’, but now, now that things is changed there'll be a little stranger in Dark Corner— an’, an’—{t'll be powerful lonesome without his Pappy.” They both paused, the man letting the reins fall lax and the woman al- lowing her hands to stretch out as though in dumb appeal. “You see— we had such nice times in Dark Cor- ner. Shorty an' I uced ter tramp th’ hills in springtime, each one tryin' to find the robin's nest first or the wild ose peekin® thro' some hedge—1 kind o' planned to—" The man brought his whip sharply upon the horse’ g its foaming fanks iin and i d as it reared on aunches he svwore a loud oath and on raibling and tnmbling steep made at a dangerous vards the bottom ily he slackened his mad ¢ -beside two bent o8, dust-covered, hatless, staggering on in the blinding heat, One of them waved and instantly the cart drew uy neside of them “Enjoyin’ sercize, Mr. Revenue Officer? It's nice warm day 1t? An' yon water two miles gone already He grinned horribly at the exclama tion of dismay that escaped the men's lips. “Now I want yer to understand. that 1 ain’t bein' unsociable -nor un- friendly at all, but it's like walkin® ter Hell to get to town- but if this wom- an cen do it, you can.” “But she isn't walkin'” “Not today—but she has for sixty long others an' she ain't whimpered either.” “Why don't you stay in Dark Cor. ner, where you rats belong?” “Jest for one reason \Ir Officer; she’s trainin’ to walk so's when you all get to Hell her roadll be easier than yours by practice—" And with a sharp crack of the they trotted on. | That night the woman fell exhayst. | ed upon the step: of her little down ek, touch in anger sont the dovn t pace To whip Cabin {1t had seemed endless, the journey the dingy prison. the hours of hfl]‘.n. less despair and planninz, the empty promises. the farewell at dusk, and the long climb home. A rounqg white moon had dipped across the erest of 8 wooded hill and threw its light fu "upon her tired, exhausteq ¢ s and €0 it was that the mun s; r first one arm fiung in defianes ss the the threshold of her honi and upon | the warm nizht air he hearg ) r sob aloud in pitiful anzuish. B se of this his voice held a note of zentle- | ness when he spoke that was rare “I beg vour pardon.” She sprang ercct, eyes flag inz sup. ple and slim. enmity in every breath she drew. “Why have you come?” “It was quite by accident, 1 assure you—" but Jeff went tou | “You're a 8py. Thhi'g th]n :ov-x m I reckon 1 know where I am.” : | " —that's what you are here for. You're ? : l IN u | here—in Dark Corner—a revenue offi- 0 '" m e “ CI ng ' cer—" | . 3 |- I'm a better shot than Shorty ever was—" “An’ you'd better stop—quit quick, or you'll be where he ts, too.” The woman kept a sullen silence. “You moonshiners are a bad lot— a that's all. I warn you to quiet the others down, or they’'ll be countin’ bars with Shorty. Let me see your distillery.” Her slender figure stiffened slowly and barred the doorway. “Did you hear me?" Still no answer. “So the blood runs warm, eh? You're one of those wild roses all thorns—?" tle grasped her wrist firmly. “Skin like a lily—and reared in the wilder- ness—what if Shorty came back? Eh? I it worth—?" W hat?" Say, a kiss and—" tle stepped back hurriedly, afrezid of the glitter in her eyes, silenced by the awful agony in her face. |52 “I reckon the hangin' of Shorty will “ : nare matters her ' ther ¥ 5 i * of no more re ue 8 | 3% ' our corn down,” she suid id bitterly. You won't distill any more whisky I then?" I I ain’t sayin’' yes nor no—but the | ' truil down is a sight cooler by night ,‘i thun by day-— an’ there ain't nobody ; y | to take you away in case of accidents | f; like happened to your friend today. { \imsie, he said this mornin’ that he might lug a load down but not one— an’ anyway Dark Corner ain't so pow- erful big that it can hold you an’ me together comfortably.” And so he turned before her eyes that burned like a flery sea; but later. when the wind sighed in the pine { bonghs denoting the first flush of day- i breuk he crept back, puzzled by a i strange hacking sound : Inside through the chinks of the i rough wall he beheld the girl, ax in o | lnd, chopping pine. She had fash- [ Ry { foned a queer object which her fin-| . et Sedien Al ! | I'ers touched lovingly, in a wonder- = O 3 1 ine pitiful way fitting notch to noteh | BRI TIIT I A TV ICRSERTE TR T M T R :\\uh strange haste. At last she |4 § s ey st S0 ntly with her foot so that thv!-,'; | ¢limsy, crude thing rocked to nndju fro while she rell above ft arms ;.3 crossed inoa paroxysm of uncontrolled f.'.i wrief | %2 Iy . . L . . i 1 y. ain’t you tired walkin’ ) now in this awful heat?’ ['I he man drew her tenderly into his { @rms as the fron door clanged to. {ed | "No, shorty, ! ain't never tired when i { you are at the end. An,’ an,’ Shorty, v think when we are back alone—" She !3 panged, suddenly confused—*"we won't | i rer be alone agoin will we though :".;' Put when we get hack. and he grows | " up so big an' strong In the forest, | Shorty, an' you teach him about the | 3 birds an’ how to trap—we'll be hap- ’g every day " “But 1 ain't never comin’ back, ! Mary." | & She swallowed hard as she brushed | the dust off her boots. “But you are, Shorty—why the birds wouldn't sing | no more, nor the sun wouldn't never shine again in Dark Corner—nor—nor could we do without you—Pappy,” and | in the wonder ot the new name she' slipped closer within his arms, and | resting her head on his shoulder they | talked as though the cabin walls sur- i % rounded them and the sweet air was fanning their cheeks. She told him o) of all £he had done and how she woula | & show him thing when he came home. | That nizht she toiled up the trail! for the last time for many, many 3 S i 3 weeks coch doy that drew nerr.! < "‘ )] ¢, o , : er came the date set for Shorty Bills! & g 1‘" “ P Q @ : ’l]l.‘:l”l. He searcely noticed day of] o { i o (4 S & La night. so great and terrible was his! ) anxiety = . The jailer got a permit after tnat! & For Ail hlnds Of A which gave her the privileze of spene- | & e e - ! ing each night in his cell and leaving| .g (-’\ . § at the first gleam of dawn. 3 - R “ \3 }' 2 A week pr 1 and fnally the last| i z day came, w all hepe was aban-| & i 3§ 3 doned and they parted quietly at day. | < S U r N r [ 3 - A i R ¢k break. She clunz to him as a wound s cc S br \CSLBA[E Qnd P “‘. l: . bt ed animal clings to its dying mate ::' : o and then with her son In her arms!| & turned sharply and left the prison. The jailers and the revenue oflicers with reluctant hands they turned the | lock and entered. “Shorty.” one said, “we're sorry.” A sob was the only answer, -3 “Brace up., Bill-don't give way—|% come.” 4 They started to lift him to his feet —but with a trembling wail the body | stood rigid. hair flung over the worn coat in a gleaming mass. “Almsie was right—I wasn't a'tear ed of death, but since since—the lit. tle stranger came—to Dark Corner—I was a'feared. lle needed him power. ful much—to—10 teach him about | birds and—to—trap. A boy needs a! Pappy more in the Blue Ridge than « Mammy—an'—an’ maybe the sun will | shine after—" | She paused, throwing her hands be- | fore her. “No, don’t you all dare touch me. I'm comin’ peaceable an’ quiet, | ain‘t | skeered 0’ death an’ anyway that road 1OLOLQLQIQTOIODIDO N HODQTOHC I've traveled for four months will' & | make the beginnin’ to Hell easy. Lot 3 me alone— \What Back to Pappy? ' & Back to Dark Corner? 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