"Has ma seen one, too?" persisted Alice, with the insistence of childhood.
"Yes, dear, when I was a girl and lived with your grandma before she died, at a toll-gate just down the road apiece, I saw a Night Rider then."
"What was he like?" questioned Alice, deeply interested, "Was he scary looking?"
"No," said her mother hesitatingly, "I thought him rather good-looking at the time," and she smiled over at her husband.
"Was he as good-looking as father?" asked Alice, following the glance with her keen young eyes.
"Nothing like," affirmed Sally emphatically, and then she and Milt both laughed.
"What are the Night Riders after now?" she inquired some time later, after the children had gone to bed, and the two sat talking by the fire. "There are no more toll-gates to be raided."
"It's the tobacco question now, instead of free roads, and it's becoming a very serious one."
"I knew that in some parts of the old Blue Grass State the tobacco growers were having considerable trouble, but I hadn't heard that mischief was brewing in this quarter."
"Yes, the trouble is spreading generally throughout the tobacco growing regions of the State. Successful raids have been made on several cities and towns, and the large independent warehouses burned; buyers for some of these houses have been severely whipped, and in some cases ordered to leave the State. Troops have been ordered to several points to protect property and maintain order, and the Governor has been called upon to suppress the lawlessness that is abroad."