The Cass County Sun (Linden, Tex.), Vol. 49, No. 21, Ed. 1 Tuesday, May 20, 1924 Page: 3 of 8
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CHAPTER XII—Continued.
—16—
"There I got Into trouble over a
woman. I wasn't a young roan, by
■ny means, but I'd been a fool alt my
life, and I ought to have known bet-
ter. and didn't. Her husband was a
representative of one of the big min-
ing companies, what had got wind of
us being on the trail of something,
and sent him up to Investigate. He
was away for days at a time, and the
woman was all alone In the camp.
"I got Into trouble over her. Her
husband come back and found us to-
gether. He tried to shoot me, but 1
was handier, and I got the drop on
him and, killed him.
"We throe was alone In the camp
■t the time: the woman, me, and the
man I'd killed. It was a wild coun-
try, but murder was a game no man
could afford to get up against. We
left him lying there and took the
horses and rode for our lives.
"He had friends, and they set the
police on to us. We got away, though,
and made for the native territories.
Yon know how I came to be a sor' of
chief there. 'King' Seaton, I'm called,
all over the country. After i while
1 come back. I thought It had been
forgotten.
"It ought to have been, but De Witt
had known me In the old days and
he recognized me. And he's hell me
In his power ever since by threaten-
ing rne with the law. So that's how
1 come to steal Mr. Garrett's dia-
monds." *
"What did you do with the woman?"
shouted De Witt, springing to Ills feet
and waving his arms furiously.
"You've told the court this much—
now go on and tell the rest!"
Judge Crawford hammered with his
gavel, but the uproar In the court was
too loud for him to make his words
heard. Some were hissing, others try-
ing to howl them down. But all
through the scene Judge Davis sat.
Impassive and still. In his place In the
gallery.
De Witt pushed his lawyer away.
"There's more to the story by a
d—n sight," he shouted, "You've beard
that much, and now I'll tell the rest I"
"You can be heard at the proper
time, Mr. De Witt I" cried the Judge
angrily.
"There's no time like this," an-
swered De Witt defiantly, striding
forward. "Put me in the witness-
box!" he shouted to Brown. "Put luj
there If you dare, and I'll tell the
Jury the rest of It."
Brown, nonplused ov*v this new de-
velopment. hedtnied. But a glance
at the fa< of the Jury showed him
that he > i J not decline the chal-
lenge. He nodded to Seaton, <**ho
stepped down. De Witt entered the
box. The clerk handed him the testa-
ment, hut De Witt brushed It aside,
and now, so keen was the Interest,
even the presiding Judge failed to no-
tice the Irregularity.
"I'll tell you what I know," shouted
De Witt, addressing himself to Davis
111 the gallery. "You've thrown me
over after I've worked for you these
ten years and more, you smug old
canting hypocrite!" he cried. "Look
at him! There he sits, clean and
sanctimonious, like a little tin god
up In the skies!"
Judge Davis certainly did look sanc-
timonious. His eyes were fixed upon
De Witt's gravely. To those on the
floor of the courtroom Judge Davis
looked nt that moment the very type
of the Pharisee. But some of those
near him In the gallery noticed that
the olrl man's eyes had In them a look
of strained horror, as If he was ex-
pecting some dreadful revelation.
"I'm done with you aow!" cried De
Witt, flinging out his arm with a
sweeping gesture. "He knew what I
was doing for him; he knew from the
first to last every bit of the dirty
work that nobody else would Jo. But
he wouldn't soil his own hands with
It. He wouldn't listen to the details.
It was always, 'Go ahead, De Witt,
If yon think it proper, but don't do
anything nnrlghteous or uncharitable.'
Uncharitable I There's not a single
drop of charitable blood in the eld
scoundrel's body I
"Yes. he knew everything, gentle-
men. and yet there was one thing that
he didn't know, and now his turn has
come, nnd he's going t« know It. Ask
him to fake off his collar and show
you his throat, gentlemen. You'll And
n bullet-hole there. It's healed up
long ago hut It's burning Ilka the
rage he felt when he tried to shoot
Hack, Just one second too late. That'i
ne hole efj hjr Daddy Senton's bullet,
aid Daddy Seaton « l een running for
">« " f' r twenty year* becaua* tf
• ->vnr 1,-llled.
"Look at him again, gentlemen I
Ask Daddy Seaton to tell you if there
was only the woman in the camp, or
If she didn't have a baby of six mo: a
with her, that she wouldn't leave be-
hind. although he wanted her to. Ask
him who Sheila Seaton Is. Then look
at that old rogue up there once more.
There situ the man that printed In-
sults In the Chronicle against his own
daughter, not knowing that she was
his. And tell Daddy that he knew
whose child Sheila was, but that he
didn't know till this moment that the
man he shot and thought he killed Is
the man who's sitting up there I"
A cry broke from Sea ton's Hps. The
old man staggered In the dock. The
lawyei put an arm about him to
steady hit"; and, leaning bnck against
the supporting shoulder, Seaton
watched De Witt, whose last blow had
been the culmination of ull his years
of persecution.
But the old man In the gnllery rose
slowly to his feet and thrust out his
hand. The square white beard
worked up and down as the Jaws
champed. He raised his arms, and for
a second the motionless old figure
and the old figure below looked at
each other fixedly.
Then, with a strangled cry, Judge
Davis dropped unconscious.
CHAPTER XJII
Death's Harvest.
Wlnton was only vaguely aware of
the quick termination of the trial, with
Its expected, though Illogical • rdict
of "not guilty." He naw Judge Davis
lifted and carried out by his support-
ers; saw De Witt, his face twitching
nervously at the verdict, stride from
the courtroom; then he was pushing
his own way, outside among the ex-
cited, buzzing groups, and perceived
old Seaton moving slowly among the
crowd, which parted to make way for
the man whose tragedy affected them
with horror.
"Where are yon going. Daddy?"
asked one man. trying to stop him.
"I'm going to find my gal," mumbled
Seaton. "She's been all I've had.
Maybe I ain't her father, but I'm going
to her."
Slowly he walked away, and nobody
attempted to stop him. Wlnton, after
a moment of doubt, realized tV- w It
would be useless for him to Interfere.
Me watched Seaton's departure with
a mind that was too numbed to enable
him to understand the fullness of his
success. There was no doubt that the
legnlltv of the syndicate's acquisition
of his shares could now be questioned.
He could regain the majority an1
keep control. If Seaton's acquittal
were followed, as It must be, i>y De
Witt's arrest and his conviction.
But there was more than that. Win-
ton began to realize, In a dazed sort
of way, that the dirclosure had given
him Sheila. He knew she loved hlra.
In spite of all her bitterness In the
past. He would go to her, make her
his wife, and take her home to his
own country, where the past should
never trouble her.
ne was brooding over this when •
heard two revolver shots ring out in
quick succession. Looking up. he dis-
covered that he was alone. The crowd
was running toward the south side
of the square, where there seemed to
be some commotion. Wlnton saw e
struggle In progress; the heaving
shoulders of a hnrse appeared above
the crowd; and suddenly the horse nnd
Its rider er erged nt a furious gallop,
scattering the crowd right nnd left
Through the gap thus formed Wln-
ton could see n man lying upon the
ground, resting on his el'iow. His
hand clutched a revolver.
The rider was De Witt. Amid the
yells of the moh he dnshed In a cloud
of dust across the market square and
turned down the street lending to the
new suburb. The horse bounded
across the rivulet, topped the rldgo of
the dinmond ground, nnd disappeared.
The fallen man wns being helped to
his feet. He staggered In the arms
of his supporters, and the blood wns
streaming from n bullet-wound In his
shoulder.
Wlnton gathered what .had occurred
from the excited conversation that
followed. The sheriff had attempted
to arrest De Witt on the strength of
a court order hastllr secured. De
Witt, who had had a swllt horse ready
outside. In the anticipation of Just
such a contingency, bnd shot tha
sheriff and galloped aray.
So swift was the maneuver that
Malopo found Itaelf totally unable to
cope with the sltuntlon. There was
wild talk of forming a posse to pur-
sue the outlaw. But Do Witt's hor-i
was tha fasteat In Malopo^ and. at la
the case of Van Voret. pursuit seetaed
Impracticable.
While an' Impromptu mass meeting
was belnt held Winton made his way
back to the claim. He understood
now all that the verdict meant to him,
and the thought of Sheila filled his
heart.
It was growing dark. Early the next
morning he meant to ride out Into the
hills nnd bring her back with him,
and they should never be parted
again. He thought with Infinite pity
of her sufferings, with tenderness >f
her loyalty. It seemed most fit that
his lips should he the first to tell her
what would remove the dark cloud
from her forever.
As Wlnton turned Into the road that
led toward his claim there came the
sudden sputtering of heavy drops, and
then a deluge. He covered the last
hundred yards at a racing pace, but
he was drenched to the skin before he
reached the cottage.
After the long months of drought
the rains hnd broken. The thunder
growled In the distance; the brilliant
lightning flashes lit up the heavens.
The rains poured in torrents upon the
desert, which sucked them up and
stored them in its hidden springs.
Wlnton felt utterly worn out after
the day. An unreality hung over the
past; it seemed as If everything had
been a dream since the night In Shei-
la's house.
Wlnton was about to go to bed when
there'eamq, a feeble tap at the door.
When he opened It he saw Judge Da-
vis standing there, wet through.
He was shocked at the change In
the Judge's aspect. He seemed to
have ageu a dozen years; he was an
old, broken man. He came forward
uncertainly and sat down.
Wlnton tried to get him to take off
his wet clothes, but the Judge shook
his head vacantly, as if he hardly un-
derstood.
"You remember what we talked
about that day?" he asked, with noth-
ing In his voice la the least like a
quaver.
"That day I came to you for the
loan?"
"Abouw gaining the -./hole world
nnd losing one's soul? Mr. Garrett,
I lost my bouI long ago. I thought
fd gained the whole .world, but It's
all slipped away—It's all slipped
away."
"You've found what you wanted
most. Judge," said Wlnton, pitying the
old man with ull his heart. "You've
found your daughter"
And suddenly the conviction was
borne In upon him that the old queen
of the Tillage wu Dtn t«r' v '' Tilt-
shock of the reaii uHi was puraiyz-
Ing. He said of this—how
could he tell him that his w.fe was
living? He said nothing as the Judge
went on:
"Yes, I've found l.er. I've been a
fool nnd I've been punished, but all
the past is finished now. I used to
pray, Mr. Garrett, that God's ven-
geance might overtake the mother;
but God must have dealt with her
years ago, and It's myself He's taken
vengeance on. Aye, He'R mocked me
and made a fool of me. But I'm going
to find ray girl a- ' take her away. I
know where she Is. She's living with
Nknma's tribe, up In the hills. My
God, to think of my child living like
an outcast among the Kafirs I"
He stood up and clenched his fists
furiously. "I wns face to face with
Seaton today, and 1 didn't kill him,"
he said. "Let him cross my path
again and he'll dlel"
"He didn't know," said Wlnton.
"He wrongeu me. He brought all
this on me. That snake De Witt Is
nothing. I care nothing about his
part in It But let Geaton take care,
If ever we meet Mr. Garrett," he
added, falling Into n casial tone, "you
know Sheila. You were a friend of
here. You stood by her when I was
printing lies against her In the Chron-
icle—may God forgive me. 1 want you
to ride out with me In the morning
and bring her home."
"Judge, I'll go, and I'll bring her
to you," snid Winton, wondering how
this new development would uffect his
plans.
"I'll go with you, Mr. Garrett. I'll
be here on horseback at six In the
morning. That's what I camo to tell
you."
"Then I'll bo ready, Judge," said
Wlnton.
The old man went out silently, hav-
ing Wlnton pondering still more oeep.
ly. But he realised that Judge Da via'
claim waa prior to hla own. And he
tried to view the matter unselfishly,
though a fierce Jealouay tortured him
at the thought that he, who had stood
by the girl In her extremity, ahould
. vm.
Have to yield to the man who had
persecuted her.
When he went out early In tha
morning Judge Davie waa Just turn-
ing Into the compound. He was
mounted on a big bay, nnd appeared
much the same as usual. Wlnton,
who had been a little alarmed at hla
appearance the night before, waa re-
assured. He saddled his horse and
mounted, and the two rode silently
out Into the desert
The sun was rising In a crown of
fiery clouds. There were pools of rain
everywhere, and the freshness of the
air was a delightful contrast to tha
long drought Cloud-banks were al-
ready heaping up In the aky, but there
was not likely to bo another downpour
until nightfall; the first rains are not
continuous, as In later weeks. The
day promised Intense heat hut the
long, rolling ridges of the desert bad
already a sub-tinge of green.
Hour after hour, the two men rode
side by side. Occasionally Wlnton
ventured some remark, but the Judge
hardly answered him; he was brood-
ing, with his head sunk on his breast
Winton was lost In dreams of Sheila.
After a long time, In the broiling heat
of the noon sun, he saw the faint out-
lines of the distant hills before him.
First they were u blue line against
the sky, then a patch of green ugalnat
the brown of the desert He pointed
them out to his companion, but the
Judge only looked up, nodded, and re-
sumed his brooding. Presently he
raised his head, and Wlnton waa
alarmed to see the light ol the deadly
purpose In his e^es.
"He'll make for ther« Garrett"
he said.
"Seator 7"
Judge Davis nodded. "T^iey told me
last night," he answerd. "That's
why 1 wanted to give him a night's
start. He'll have made that place by
now. I've been there—long ago. We'll
meet It will be the fulfillment of a
quest that occupied a great part of
my time years ago, Garrett; I put It
aside, but I never abandoned It alto-
gether, and now I've taken It up
again."
It occurred to Wlnton that if Judge
DavH went mad. he would go mad In
precisely that cool, methodical way.
He wondered If he was armed, and
what he would do If he and Seaton
met. And he cursed himself for not
having reflected that such a meeting
was highly probable.
He had a fleeting Idea of attempt-
ing physical restraint, but he aban-
doned the Idea Instantly. Whatever
needed to be done must be done when
the time arrived.
The distant hills grew nearer. Green
valleys and precipitous heights ap-
peared. The sun was at the zenith.
The horses walked wit'a hanging
heads, panting. Not a living thing
appeared on the vnst plain except the
steeds and their riders.
But presently Winton caught sight
of something on the far horizon that
looked like a vast flock of sheep. Yet
surely no man had ever owned so
large n herd. It formed a wide arc,
inlles In length, along the edge of
the desert.
It wus a mlrnge, of course. But
even no, somewhere the reality ex-
'.t"d; nnd Wlnton, more puzzled than
ever, followed it with his eyes as he
rode on, wondering when It would dis-
appear. It did not disappear. The
entire herd seemed moving In the di-
rection of the hills, now about four
miles away, traveling almost parallel
with the horses, yet with sufficient in-
clination to make It probable that.
If it were Indeed a real herd, it would
pass Into the valley toward which the
riders were making.
At last Winton called tbe Judge's
attention to the flock. But Judge Da-
vis, seeming hardly to be aware o!
Ills presence, shook himself impa-
tiently and rode on, Immeraed In hla
morbid Introspection.
The flock appeared to Ireep pace
with the horses, nd It wns now
clearly converging toward the pass.
Wlnton, watching It, abandoned the
idea that it waa a mirage. Yet It
could not possibly be any man's flock.
There were hundreds of thousands of
the animals, moving, apparently,
without herdsmen.
The valley opened before them.
Wlnton recognized his location; the
native village wns not far away. The
riders were already ascending Into
the foothills. As they rounded one
of the bases of the mountain chain
Wlnton looked back, and saw the herd
much nearer. Then It woa lost to
sight, and he thought no longer of
the prodigy in thinking of Sheila.
They rode nlong the winding pnss,
ascending, descending, until at last
the cluster of beehive huta appeared
in the distance.
Suddenly Wlnton saw that Judge
Davis waa clutching a revolver In bla
hand.
The atgiit shocked hl-a bnt less than
the look which Davla' face had now
assumed. If Seaton was In the vil-
lage there would be murder. Wlnton
tried to take the weapon gently from
Davla1 hand; hut with an adroit
movement. a If he had been on guard
all the time, the Judge wrenched him-
self away, and suddenly spurred the
horse hti rode, which darted on ahem?
down the valley.
cro sa contihu
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Knew That Giraffe
In the old days un ambitious young
assistant district attorney had called
as a witness the town drunkard. He
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unreliable whpa In liquor, but never-
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the examination.
"You know the defendant?"
"Yes, sir."
"You Identify him as the man who
struck the blow?"
"I do."
"How cap you be so positive about
htm?"
"Well, I know him and I recognize
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aow."
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