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to the store for supplies, when his watch told him five. For some days he had not been off the place. In the early cool of the evening something always beglnr. to be stirring at the 6tore. Then the fussy freight slow up. Then a little trading and much gossiping is done. Then the ladies dreBs in blues and pinks and sit on their narrow piazzas, rocking in hopeless rhythm, watching the More and the station on the opposite side of the track. So still is the air that the least whisper is borne to their ears; while the strident squeals of the pigs as they fight about the door of the gin, where corn is being ground, smite the ears sharply and vulgarize the calm of the slowly descending night. Bud Ceagle dreaded to go down this evening. The implacable sun that gives life to the black man had left him depressed and weak. He did not feel like coping with the thinly veiled sarcasms of Col. Fingftr an unkempt satrap of an unkempt province as he sat, surrounded by his dogs and dependents, on his whittled bench, emitting clouds of acrid smoke. Bud rode past Undo Wash's cabin and called out moodily. There was no answer. The door was open and the slngle-penner yawned bare and black within. Lazily, blankly, the rider rode on. As he came nearer to the store, the shrieks of the freight Irritated him, and the black, belching smoke seemed a desecration of the purity of the air. Not a leaf stirred. The red plums hung motionless. The birds were silent before their good-night song. The sun was stil". up, but threatened out of its virulent intensity of the approach of night. Now, as Bud Seagle rode dreamily on, he heard cries between the staccato, shrieks of the uneasy freight. He had heard that 6ound many times and knew It well. It was the sound that has not passed away with slavery. It was the agonizing scream of a black man under the lash. The rider put the whip to his horse and started on a gallop. At the unaccustomed spurt perspiration broke out on his body, and his tired mind quickened. He and his were not of the kind that whipped their negroes. He knew too well that one thrashing takes the spirit out of a black man and makes him "no account" forever after in the community. Besides he didn't think It fair play. Bud rode quickly, as it is in the arteries of all men to hurry to a scene of bloodshed or of riot. When he got In sight of the store, he saw a crowd of freightened negroes clustering around the gin. The howls of anguish redoubled in Intensity, and now he could hear the crack of the strap on the back of the victim and he recognized the cool voice of the man who counted aloud the number of each stroke. Bud knew well what the instrument of torture was. It wns a three-inch glnbelt, cut to a right length; it hung from a hook near the door, ready for this bloody use. "Fifteen," called Col. Finger's voice, with mechanical precision. The rider galloped up. In their morbid eagerness the darkies did not notice his approach, or give way. A howl, more piercing than the rest, dominated the squealing of the pigs and the shrieks of the locomotive. The sound of it froze the rider's blood, for In it he recognized the voice of Uncle Wash, his father's old slave. Bud leaped from his 'horse. His ears hammered; crimson blinded his eyes. With a great oath Bud Seagle parted the frightened negro rabble. With a bound he stood at the threshold of the gin, his cocked pistol pointed tn his hand. At his feet Uncle Wash writhed and quivered and moaned like a broken beast. Before him the white men of the town stood in a motionless row, their tobacco-stained lips gaping In surprise. On a corn-bin sat Col. Finger, their chief, opium-eyed, conscious of his own power, beneath his white mustache his cigar twitching with furtive exultation and revenge. Without raising voice, he said, as if there had been no interruption, with the quiet authority of one accustomed to be obeyed: "Go on! Seventeen." "Hold on there!" cried the rider in a hoarse voice, so strange to him that It seemed to have come from a foreign throat. "Ye'll have to reckon with me fust. What has Uncle Wash done to you?" Col. Finger glanced up meaningly at the man who held the strap. He was one of the clerks at the store. "I saw him picking up something on the counter," the clerk explained, Bhuffling uneasily. But Bud kept his eye; on the Colonel. "That is one of the dam-dest lies ye

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ever told, Colonel." The rider curled hia lips contemptuously. "Uncle Wash may tote a little of my cotton or take a little somethin' to eat from my kit

chen, but he ain't no counter-thief, an' j no man shall whip him while I live." Silently each man pulled out his gun and faced the defender of his father's slave. To the man they hated the Colonel, their master, and in their hearts they liked Bud Seagle and feared him; but they hated worse than the Colonel the principles that had changed Bud's old life. They dared not touch him, but in their furious resentment they could whip his man, and they meant to do it. Col. Finger noted his retainers' movements with a grim smile. He never carried a gun. Leaning back with an insufferable sneer of superiority, he took his cigar from under his rusty, white mustache, and repeated with cold non-chalsnce: "Go on, Andy. Seventeen! "Damn ye!" Bud leaped a step forward and bestrode his serf, who lay groaning wrists tied to ankles, unable to move. "One moh' ary 'lick an' ye'll die! You kin kill me, but one of ye'll die fust!" There was not a man in the room that did not know that Bud meant what he said. They remembered how a few years ago he had walked up to the voting-booth and insisted on being one of the counters. This was flatly refused. He then took his shotgun and cleaned out the room. It had been the only honest election that the country had known in twenty years. Bud Seagle was of quiet, different race of blue-eyed men that know not fear. "I'll take that belt. Andy," Bud spoke quietly. The clerk looked at his employer, but received no order in return. His red, freckled hand sulkily allowed the strap to slip. Then the rider, with a cat-like motion, brought a huge hunting knife from his pocket, tore open its blade, deliberately slashed the belt into short lengths and flung them at the Colonel's feet. Then he bent and cut the cords that bound the victim double. "Get up, Wash!" he spoke sharply. "Did ye take anything from that man's counter?" His blazing eyes pierced the shivering negro to his very soul. "Answer!" "Fur Gwad's sake, no, Mas'r Bud. Oh, my Gwad! Mah feelin's of democracy demand that I should walk perpendiculah befoh my Lord upon the green carpit that he has laid upon the main." At the familiar, long-winded answer, punctuated with groans. Bud could not repress a smile. He knew the man spoke the truth. "Git on, out," he ordered, sharply. "Here, you niggahs! Put Uncle Wash on my horse." Slowly, creakingly, whimperingly, the old slave unbent himself, cast the devoted look of a dog upon his master, and slunk out. Silent and blanched, the white men watched their prey escaping. Unruffled, the Colonel smoked. "Now. Col. Finger!" Bud stepped forward, his revolver still eager, and looked the despot steadily in the eye. "One moh' word with you, sah; ye cahn't afford to die. You cahn't die an' leave all this behind. But if one hair of Uncle Wash is teched, or his cabin burned, or anything happens to j him I shan't go 'round enquirin' 'who,' but I'll come straight to you, an' I'll kill ye. Yes. sah. I'll kill ye as I would a dog. Good ev'n, gen'lemen." "Jess a minute, Bud", Col. Finger's large jaws opened for the first time. The rider turned contemptuously tpon him. "You've did me. Bud. I acknowledge ye that, an' I hain't go no hard feelings. I'll cotch ye some day yet, and I jess as leave shake hands now. But ye've been goin' roun' with my daughter. Ye can quit it right now. or she shan't get no cent from me. I'll will it to hell first." Col. Finger's face grew blotched with fury. Even then, at an answer to this vicious taunt, the men would have shot the unarmed rider where he stood, and Bud knew it. He straightened himself to his greatest height. He must stand the insult to himself to save the man. Pale and proud, he turned again and passed out of the gin. On the other side of the track, out of danger, Uncle Walsh had pulled up the horse to wait for his deliverer. Already the negroes had fled from the wrath of their disappointed master. It is easy to use a warm strap! Steadily Bud strode over the red clay, past a side-tracked wrecking car, up to his horse. His only thought was to get his man safely home. "Oh, Mass'r Bud." wailed the negro, preparing to slide down. "Ye oughtn'r ter done hit! I ain't wo'th it. They'll kill us both now." "Shet up. Uncle Walsh. You set right there. I'll walk beside ye. They'll never tech ye again, as long as I live the hounds." With his hand on the old negro's tattered leg, he walked beneath him. position symbolic of the sacrifice his new life demanded of him. At. Col. Finger's gate the horse stop ped, according to its custom. There stood Florence looking up at her lover, j her head bare in the sun that had now j lost its brazen horrow. The girl open-! ed the gate and came close to him. ! TTm-l- I-lU 1 J J 11 UUCIC? WcllMi JUUKCU UUWIl UUUU lUeUl ; with a toothless, tender smile. "Say, Bud ' she stole her hand into his "ye had a fight with Popper?" The rider nodded sternly. ! "He was lickin' Uncle Walsh, an' ye saved him?" The negro's white head bobbed like a spray of bridal veil in the wind. "I had to." "An' if Popper hadn't stopped, I reckon ye'd killed him, eh. Bud?" The young man answered steadily enough, but turned his head drearily away. He haa gained his man. but he ! had lost his wife, and the strain was j beginning to tell on him. j "I reckon I would. j "Didn't he say nothin' about me at I the end." The girl paled at her owa question. "He said I must give ye up Florence.

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