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The Prodigal Judge

CHAPTER I
11/15

He never would see the boy, never asked after him even, and the boy lived in the back of the house, with the niggers to look after him.

Now, sir, you know as much as we know, which is just next door to nothing." The old general was borne across what had once been the west lawn to his resting-place in the neglected acre where the dead and gone of his race lay, and the record of the family was complete, as far as any man knew.
Crenshaw watched the grave take shape with a melancholy for which he found no words, yet if words could have come from the mist of ideas in which his mind groped vaguely he would have said that for themselves the deeds of the Quintards had been given the touch of finality, and that whether for good or for evil, the consequences, like the ripple which rises from the surface of placid waters when a stone is dropped, still survived somewhere in the world.
The curious and the idle drifted back to the great house; then the memory of their own affairs, not urgent, generally speaking, but still of some casual interest, took them down the disused carriage-way to the red gate and so off into the heat of the summer day.

Crenshaw's wagon, driven by Crenshaw's man, vanished in a cloud of gray dust with the two old slaves, Aunt Alsidia and Uncle Ben, who were being taken to the Crenshaw place to be cared for pending the settlement of the Quintard estate.

Bladen parted from Crenshaw with expressions of pleasure at having had the opportunity of making his acquaintance, and further delivered himself of the civil wish that they might soon meet again.
Then Crenshaw, assisted by Bob Yancy, proceeded to secure the great house against intrusion.
"I make it a p'int to always stay and see the plumb finish of a thing," explained Yancy.

"Otherwise you're frequently put out by hearing of what happened after you left; I can stand anything but disapp'intment of that kind." They passed from room to room securing doors and windows, and at last stepped out upon the back porch.
"Hullo!" said Yancy, pointing.
There on a bench by the kitchen door was a small figure.


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