Winnsboro Weekly News (Winnsboro, Tex.), Vol. 14, No. 46, Ed. 1 Thursday, August 14, 1924 Page: 2 of 8
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Ruler of the
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Meets Defeat
By JEFFERSON JOHNSON
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rpHiERK wss anarchy In th« lumber
camp before Jan Sorenson ap-
peared. A lumber camp without a
king la like a hive of bees without a
queen. There wua no attempt to dis-
pute HI* Jan's kififfshlp.
The ueareat camp, 13 mile* away,
had a king, too. It waa natural that
he and Sorenaon should meet. Doc-
ens of pulra of xacka were wagered
upon tlie battle, but It lasted only a
minute and a half. At the end of that
time ttorenson, with half a dor.cn
yards of footgear round Ida neck, the
trophy of hla victory, wan sponging
the blood front hla prostrate eneiuy'a
eyes.
After that Sorenaon waa king as
fur an the limits of the Spruce timber
.belt, and he reigned unchallenged,
i Car away to the south spread the
minors of Morenson's fame. And the
next south wind brought back reports
!of a mighty man of battle In a south-
ern camp 30 miles away. He waa n
Scotchman, and hla name was Andy
McTtivish.
! It seemed Impossible for the two
.kings to meet. Once Horenaon put on
his snowshoes and covered the entire
distance between dawn and dusk. But
It huppcned that McTsvlsh was awuy
IB miles In the Interior, working an
engine. Horenaon left his challenge
and went buck.
Presently the answer cunte. The
two men were to meet In April, when
the lumbering season was over, at a
point half-way between the two
cntnps.
Ksther Flynn, who had heard of
the project, tried to dissuade Soren-
son. He did not mind a tight, but
he objected to one attended with so
much bitterness as this must be.
The two men met at the appointed
place. They fought for live and forty
minutes In the center of a yelling
crowd. At last both censed frotn
wea rlneas.
"I'll meet you on Christmas dav,"
snarled Sorenson. between his swol-
len lips, and McTavish, who could not
speak, nodded.
Horenaon did not forget. The
thought that there might be another
king In the lumber country waa In-
tolerable to him. The story of the
Impending Hght went up and down
the lund.
"Jan," said Father Flynn, "you are
going to tight McTavish on Christmaa
day. Olve It up, Jan, or you will re-
Krel It."
That time Jan Sorenson let loose a
flood of blashphemy on Father Flynn's
head. All his pent-up rage broke
loose, and he felt In the padre an
enemy only second to McTavish. Fa-
ther Flynn watted till he had done
speaking.
i "Jan," he said quietly. "Clod doesn't
permit a man to grow too big for hla
boots. You are trusting In your
strength and you are trusting In a
broken reed."
The two men fought each other to
« standstill once more. And Sorenson.
staring stupidly from the ground at
McTavish, also upon the ground anil
Incapable of a movement, swore that
he would meet hlin once more and
win. The tight was fixed for April 10.
All that winter Sorenson worked
like a demon. His hate of McTavish
hud become a madness now. Kach of
the men was resolved to win or die
the next time.
"Sorenson," said Father Flynn, "you
have had two chances now. Olve up
your plan."
Sorenson turned on the padre with
an oath.
"If I don't best him I'll never fight
again," he said. "I'll come to you,
father, and you can make one of your
cnntlng, sniveling hypocrites of me."
Such things, and more, Horenaon
tatd dreamed at night when he lay
'sleepless In his bunk.
April 0 arrived, and Sorenson, ac-
companied by hla followers, started
off along the trail to the meeting
place. They were the first to arrive;
presently the other party cante Into
'sight. In the center was a stripling
eighteen or nineteen yeors.
"What's this? Where's McTavish?"
shouted Sorenson. ^
"Dead," answered the young man.
"What?" yelled Sorenson wildly.
'Typhoid," explained the stripling.
"It generally gets the beefy men. I'm
the new king of Watson's camp now."
"You are?" screamed Sorenson, pre-
cipitating himself upon hltn.
That was a Homeric fight, the rec-
ord of which has come down to this
day. For never once «fld Sorenson'a
blows laud home. He hit the air, and,
In return, felt sling after sting upon
hla face nnd body. The youth's blows
began to tell after a while. Before
ten minutes had elapsed the big
Swede was glaring at hla lithe oppo-
nent out of a bloody haze.
"Come on—unless you're beuten,"
aald the other calmly.
Sorenson. with a bull's bellow,
ruahed at his man. That gave the
youth hla opening. His flat caught
the northern king upon the point of
the Jaw. Sorenson staggered and col
lapsed upon the snow. Hla laat mem-
ory was of aeelng a half hundred
gaudy socks borne off In triumph by
the men of Watson'a.
Late the next afternoon a battered,
shamefaced figure staggered Into the
little mission church.
'Tve come, padre," said Sorenson
humbly.
Bass Drummer
K*pt Time at
lie Won $1,000
By CVORGE ELMER COBB 5
^OOOOOOOOOOaOOOOOOOOttOOOOO
I®, l l«, WHtiri N«w p*p«r Union >
TD(X)M-booin-boom-boom-boom I Strl-
dently out upon the air the meas-
ured beat of a big basa drum. Stal-
wart, free-armed, Jed lluwklns stood
at his taak as resolutely as a maestro
St the baton stand.
Before him, propped in a low tree
crctcb, was a homemade sheet of mu-
sic, Its sparse notwa big aa eggs. This
was his "score."
Over the neighboring fence old Seth
Brown protruded his broad tanned
face, set all lu a capacious grin.
"What ye think yer doln', Jed?" he
propounded.
"Practicing," was the terse, serious
reply.
"You call that rnualc!" derided
Brown.
" 'Twill be, when It mixes In with
the rest of the band."
"What band?"
"The village band—I've Joined It.
There's Just as much system to a drum
as there is to a flute."
Seth Brown went on his way, chuck-
ling. He had a poor opinion of Jed
Hawkins. In the flrst place, his pretty
duughter, Nellie, liked Jed. In the next
place, she had her pick of several
richer swulns.
"I'll admit Jed Is stlddy," ruminated
the practlcul old man, "but he's slow
and poky."
"Slow but sure," was the wuy Nellie
put It to herself. "Dear fellow! I'll
wait fifty years for htm, If 1 have to."
"A little extrn money—everything
counts," reflected patient, honest Jed.
""The band gets four dullnrs a head un
evening for playing at dances. Next
winter It will be three times a week—"
boom-boom-boom-boom-boom 1 and Jed
proceeded Industriously to beat out
the notes of his score.
"Well, dear," Nellie challenged him,
and he turned to fuce his loyul sweet-
heart, brlght-fa"?1 and cheery as
usuul—"how are you getting on."
"I can play the whacks where they're
marked to come in," explained Jed.
Nellie carried the town newspaper
In her hand. This she opened und held
It before the face of her lover, her
dainty forefinger Indicating u great
black type advertisement.
"Look, dear," she directed, nnd Jed
read it In his slow, accurate way.
"A thousand dollars reward," he
said. "I'd flnd the child for nothing.
If I could. Poor little tot! No clue,
eh?"
"No," replied Nellie; "the paper says
that Ida Strong has been kidnaped and
probably carried to a distance. Her
parents are frantic. Their only hope
that, once they get safely In hiding,
those who stole her will offer her for
ransom.
"When Is your flrst band playing?"
aaked Nellie, changing the subject.
"Saturday night. It Isn't a verv •*-
lect dance, or I'd ask you to go.
over at Jung's Corners. , They'll a
rough lot around there, you know.
Their shindigs generally breuk up In a
row."
A great clumsy carryall conveyed
the rural band over to Jung's Corners
on Saturday evening.
When the last number was played
they stored their Instruments und ac-
cepted the Invitation to supper from
the proprietor of the place.
Jed was the first of the party to go
after his Instrument. When he got
into the pooriy-llghted storeroom he
rolled his bulky drum near the door.
A thin, piping wall proceeded from be-
yond a door In one corner of the room.
Jed unslld the bolt.
"Gracious me!" he ejaculated, and
well he might. In a wretched adjoin-
ing apartment a little child lay sob-
bing on a pallet.
"Ida Strong!" gasped Jed, and then
he advanced towards the child. The
light from the dancing hall permeated
the room. "Don't you know me, Ida?"
"Oh, yes, aure I do I" palpitated the
little one, putting up her thin, waver-
ing hands. "Oh, Mr. Hawkins! Please
take me away frotn here. I've been
locked up for a week, and I heard them
say they were going to take me farther
from home tomorrow."
"Do Just as I tell you," whispered
Jed, an exciting thought coming Into
hla mind.
As the cornet player appeared and
took up hla Instrument Jed sang out:
"Help me get this clumsy old bag-
gage of mine Into the wugon, will you?
Oo euay—thut'a It," and he gave a
great breath of relief as the big drum
was hoisted aboard the carryall.
Aa the horaea reached the top of the
last hill overlooking the home town
he pulled the drum towards him. He
unstrung Its great moon-faced top.
"All right, little one!" he hulled, and
the child he had secreted In the big,
roomy drum put out her arma and
climbed Into his lap.
His companions In the carryall
stared at child and man In open-
mouthed wonder. Their eyea goggled
aa he told of hla unique plan to rea-
ct] p her.
"You see, some of that lawless gang
down at the Cornera had her hidden
away In Jung's place," explained Jed.
"And you get a thousand dollars!"
shouted the leader of the bsnd.
"Yes, the reward la yours," chorused
half a dozen voices.
"Not so slow and poky, after all,"
commented Farmer Brown, when he
came to know that Jed Hawklna had
fain <>n the price of a home for his
pret i ..tugbter, Nellie.
Hit Eyesight
Restored and
Love Renewed
Year 'Round Building Activity
Urged by Experts Investigating*
Evils of Seasonal Construction
By MILDRED GOODRIDCE 5
u<H ooo«HKHeH( o«ooo«HMH aooi
,4, 1114. WcaUrn N w«p p«r Union >
MJgl.IND!"
"Stone blind, Itoslyn Moor* i
liss been for u yeur. It came about
through the premature explosion of a
flashlight while an operator was ink
ing u view of the studio In which lie,
Itoslyn Moore, had painted The
Deluge.'"
"It must have broken hla heart to
know, later, that Ills picture wuh fa-
mous, but hla eyes forever closeil to
Its beuuties."
The picture brought him a fortune.
That, of course, mude affliction more
bearable, but ut once Moore took up
music. He Is a happy man through
all his hard adversity."
"Ah! It la pathetic," was the re-
sponse. "See, how he moves along."
The two speukers were Parisian*,
In the I.atln quarter. They were re-
garding und speaking of Itoslyn
Moore. Their brief colloquy had told
all the atory there was to tell.
Just now, cane In bund, he was cau-
tiously groping his way down the
pavement leading awuy from the in
trance to his hotel. He had not gone
ten ateps when the ragged newsboy
at the corner stund run up to hltn
It was to seize one nrm gently anil
with Infinite eager tenderness lead the
unfortunate across n narrow alley.
There was u little breathing spot
of a park a square further on. It was
here that Moore spent a portion of his
day, usually surrounded by the i« or
children from the near tenements.
In order to reach the park Moore
had to cross a broad esplanade. At
Its Inner edge a young girl of eighteen
kept a cheap flower stund. Pity that
he could not see Ceclle, ns her face
brightened at the flrst glimpse of him!
Her small, pretty hand would steal
shyly Into hla own. Proudly, flatter-
ingly she would lead him ucrosx.
"Thanks, mademoiselle, you help to
make my life beautiful," always Moore
would any, but never an audible re-
sponse. Only a soft pressure of the
guiding hand, and then—a flower.
Finally, for a week Ceclle mlsaed
her friend. She grew pale anil thin
and dlstreased. She wutched from
her little booth hourly. Moore was
gone, und with him her sole Interest
In life, the sunshine, heaven!
There came to her the woman In
charge of the little hotel one day. Slie
placed a rouleau of gold pieces upon
the counter of the flower stand.
"See, Ceclle," she said, softly, "the
maestro has gone to see a wonderful
surgeon in London. He bnde me bring
you the money, and each day. you are
to take your daintiest blossoms to the
little onea In the pnrk. He left the
word, too. It waa this: A kiss
through me of hope, of courage, of
gratitude," and the woman pressed
her lips to the brow of the pure, In-
nocent girl.
Ceclle hurst Into tenrs. She clasped
the hand of the kindly dame, kneeling.
Then she stood transfixed as In a
dream. The kiss—from hltn I A coro-
net seemed to wreath her brown. She
waa aroused only as she heard some
ono address the departing messenger.
"The maestro Is gone, I hear?" was
uttered.
"Yes," came the answer, "but to re-
turn to the spot where loving hearts
made of life a paradise. We pray for
him—that Ills sight may he restored,
as he hopes."
"Ah, Indeed, may heaven he mer-
ciful to return him to see his grand
masterpiece In the anion—"
"He said not."
"Then why—what ?"
"Ceclle, he said—" The voices
died away, the soulful eyes of the
girl stole startllngly after them.
"Ceclle!" Oh, what meant this. "A
kiss"—"Ceclle!" The quivering face
sank deep In a bowl of roses, as If
Imploring the flower fairies to tell the
myatery.
She hid her hand In her bosom,
blushing as though to shut away the
sight of a telltale. Hud those tender
fingers told the story of her devotion,
had the thrill of her gentle soul per-
meated her touch of the hand ahe so
cherished?
And then one day—oh, love Immor-
tal I There came out from the en-
trance of the hotel the familiar form.
But there was no cane now. He
walked ereet, his bearing that of some
knight, gladsome, In rhapsody with
life and all Its message. A new glory
shon« from the noble face, sightless
no longer. Straight up to the palpi-
tating Ceclle he advanced, both hands
extended. And there he stood, silent,
motionless, while he gated Into the
very soul of the lovely girl.
"Ceclle! Ceclle!" he said softly at
length—"to see you first, my dream,
my thought—reality! Come—1 am
yours, you are mine."
Her hand went tremulously to her
lips. In mute signal she motioned thst
•hi —as dumb.
"I knew It not until the day I went
away," he said, the more fervently en-
circling her dear hand. "And then I
knew how I loved her who loved me—
blind, stricken, helpless. But your
eyes—they speok, your soul, It speaks!
Carlta—how happy we shall be!
And so It was There was a quiet
wedding In the little pnrk tlint eve-
ning • 1th lloslvn'e ohHoyal compan-
ion* In attendance. And the holy stare,
the gentle dews spoke to the rap-
turous Ceclle— an ' her soul la re-
turn '
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| WINTER
Excavating
*!n' SOSTON
William Stanley Parker of Bos-
ton, Mass., vice president of the
(American Institute of Architects;
P.udolph P. Miller of New York,
c hairman of the Committee on
urisdictional Awards in the Build
mi; Industry, nnd Dr. John M.
) iries of the Department of Com-
Tierce are members of the commit-
tfjet appointed by Herbert Hoover j
ilo investigate seasonal operation]
jin the construction industries fori
I.he purpose of determining how
t.early it is possible to eliminate I
•'he dull seasons which are char-|
e cteristic of construction activities.
The committee has found that,
h'.ie winter dullness in the building!
itradcs is more a matter of custom
;*.lu!n of climnte and that most of
♦.he seasonal ups and downs are
preventable.
i "Through their contact with
cwnera during the period preceding
.the letting of tho contract," the
I committee reports, "architects can
, .'ten encourage greater expedition
-.it the start of a job and thus throw
1 uore work into customarily dull
; ?rieds. Replies to the committee's
f aestionvmire show marked inactiv-
ity in many architects' offices dur-
I -ig the fall and winter months. This
I ndicates thot architects would not
''.nly reduce their overhead ex-
penses and would be able to give
more efficient service to a steadier
Rudolph p mil lb ft wiuiam'Stanley parkgj
nnd better trained working force,
but would definitely contribute to
more stable building operations by
encouraging prospective clients to
make early decisions. It would al-.
so be well for architects' organiza-j
tions to advise the public that their
members ordinarily are able to ren-
der better service to clients who
nvoid the ruth in February and
March. Inexperienced customers
do not realize the length of time it
takes to make drawings, nnd how
much may be lost by deferring the
letting of contracts until the time
when the industry is most active."
Engineers nre asked to advise
their clients as to the economic
benefits of scheduling their con-
struction work with due regard to
seasonal conditions. The commit-
tee further appeals to the engineer
ing profession nsi follows:
"Certain physical and mechanic
cal problems present themuhel
for solution before the most favor-1
able rc.-ults can be obtained fromI
winter construction, and as a num I
ber of thiiae relate to manufac-
turing processes, it is essentia! 1
that tho inventive genius of eng.l
inoers and manufacturers bo palledI
upon for help. The manufacture I
injj industries are closely associ-l
ated with the construction field,.]
The difficulties of winter constroc'l
tion present an opportunity foiJ
study and the development ill
equipment to neutralize many oil
tho obstacles which have limitcil
the work which can be performed J
during inclement periods."
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through the Blood ori the Mucous Sur-
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No Worms In a Healthy Chit
All children troubled with Wormi h«w|
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