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FRIDAY, AUGUST 27, 1937.
THE DE LEON FREE PRESS
PAGE SEVEN1
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j;# FEATHER
HAROLD
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SERVICE
again aiul oui into dart; 'ariways.
He stood in the front doorway, and
called again and out of the black si-
1 lence heard the barest echo of a
teasing laugh and light word;:
•‘Not before tins dawn, sire'”
Then the tick d ok of sir.ill heels
race. ; over gr.r. *! and though 11 >i-
ney purr.ued, : he eluded him tn the
strange darkness
He turned bach, peculiarly stmu-
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UAPTEH I—Rodney Shaw independent
trader, arrives in MiehilimackinaC in lata,
dete.caned to tight the trade monopoly es-
tabusm-d by the John Jacob Astor company
hi the Northwest territory He is met by
Conrad Rich, an elderly clerk, Ramsay
Crooks, Astor s dominant figure, and An-
nette Leclere. local beauty and inspiration
to all the traders, especially to Burke Rick-
man. a ruthless trader who is the instru-
ment of destruction to traders refusing to
amalgamate with the Astor company. Rous-
se,, the town bully, wearing the black
feather, symbol of invincibility, knocks down
elan s head oarsman, Busile, and Shaw in
return throws Roussei into.the water. Ram-
Say Crooks presents the symbolic black
leather to Shaw. Later, at a conference,
Shaw scorns Astor's proposal virtually to
surrender his m lepender ■* announces his
readmits ti t.er.t the amalgamation, and
prep.;:» . to rlep.tr t l;u- follow 1:14 day to parts
unn..<i ii s- 5 n ,1 -pt 1 i f,, • me.
chapter II
Out there, in tire candle-lighted,
thronged room, was revelry, the
abandoned play of winterers in sum-
mer.
On a table against a long white
wall fiddlers scraped and swayed;
elbow to elbow ar.d hip to hip, a
hundred1 couples, figured the dance
to the rhythm of the melody. At the
far end, punch was poured. Voices
were already loud ar.d shrill.
Rodney Shaw’s eyes still glowed
with that spirit of conflict. Old
Babile made his way along the wall
as the dance ended, intent on his
trader.
ffXhe men,” he said, “cannot be
held much longer. Unless we put
out for Bois Blanc at once they will
be drunk beyond hope.”
Shaw"said, frowning: “Yes, we
must be gone. There'll be no quar-
terr-now.” Still, he did not move.
The crowd out there had given
wav, fallen back and clamor dwin-
dled to a humming hush. His eyes
were on a figure now courtseying
to Ramsay Crook’s elaborate bow.
She went low to the floor, slowly,
gracefully, like a flower stalk droop-
ing over crumpled petals.
Crooks advancing toward her,
rosette of ribbons upheld, speaking.
Rodney moved down a step to see
better, strained forward to hear.
The girl’s lips werfe parted, eyes
smiling. But as Shaw moved, her
gaze, caught by his stir, swung to
him and her moutli closed. Her chin
came up as it had there on the
beach.
Words, naming her queen of the
night—for each night of revelry here
must, by custom, have its queen—
were spoken by Crooks. He bowed
again ar.d the girl, with the rosette
pinned to her bosom, curtsied once
more.
Crooks backed away, bowing re-
peatedly; the fiddles were scraping,
the crowd closing in and a young
lieutenant from the fort, shoulder-
ing through the press, offered his
arm to the girl and swept her away.
Shaw had a queer feeling of being
alone in the crowd, of being hun-
gry, there. He stirred himself, not
thinking, following impulse rather
than Iftason, and left the last step.
He e ven shook off Basile's hand,
but the hand oarr.e again, gripping
tightly.
“But it better be now, master! In
an hour the men will he like dead!’’
Shaw sighed and jerked at the
long lapels of hi; coat.
“Ay, I’ll go. iVe must go . . .
No . . . wait.” He took Basile’s
wrist as his eves followed that al-
luring figure on the dance floor.
“Wait, Basile! Give them this night
. . . the men, I mean”—avoiding
the concerned eyes of his retainer.
“Let them have this night and at
dawn, wc—”
“But here? Have you not defied
this company’’”
“I haVe. But.”—a hand clapping
reassuringly., tiie old one he held—
“but there’s no danger for the night.
Danger, but not here, Basile; nor
now. Not here and now, under the
eyes of the fort and Vie agency. You
sleep in my tent, Basile. by the
packs, and at dawn . . .”
• He shoved the man away, gently,
and set out across the floor, walk-
ing slowly, delil.ei atcly, as a hunt-
er might walk, stalking.
Punch and music and laughter
mingled in h:s he a 1 ar.d desire
swelled Ins heart She had eluded
him after that first dance; and
again, after the
lieutenant, Capes
his ear, now.
“Annette Le I
said much mo: "
poured out infos i
to Shaw's requ
name.
She danced. ;
room i . mV, following Rickman
Aid Annette Leclere. He jostled a
lad, collided with a matron. He
reached them, confronted the girl.
“I ask you,” he began, and be-
fore he could say more she had
turned away, drawing her * escort
into the throng, mocking him with
her laugh.
He pushed through, now, deter-
mined, flushed with pique.
“I no longer ask,” he cried qvpr-
taking them, commanding her at-
tention by his vehemence. “I ob-
serve that one does not ask the
favor of a queen. To have such, one
takes! We dance!”
His hand was on her arm. Rick-
man pressed closer to the girl, pos-
sessively, and now a glint’ of some-
luted, dim-
gIum* vit
’ Annette’s an
ar 1
ness. Bur'
man was w V eg
a i : ' t
m the doo
rw.iv.
f.-.ff sprca i. t. is
'1 .
clenched ti
'.v,Ull‘L‘
! v
ve.v , ‘ • .
“There ;
v. '
■ ;e tkir.-a •' t a
],, 4
man 'lain
I'lsm:; i
i: ; u a la. a 1 ”
\ • t . ;
he said da
! K1Y
c.'.'. i ! ’
R • !,:ey 1
v!lli;iU’ti
. n confident and
\ . .it
casual and
disanr
i mg soued. “Ay '
Far woi. e '
lie f;
ced and pu. he 1
‘ ' 1 . . . 1 V
past.
tere i It).
B.i lie c.
line aJ
aag the hallway,
tv.i v: ir
intentm ss
in his \
osture.
wa:i .* \ d ! .
“Me ter!
” lie said m an excited
. . C J
whisper. “Word of what you said
to Astor runs the place like fire.
And one awaits at your tent. He
asks that you attend him without
delay. He gives no name. lie is
old and a man of the forest. He is,
one guesses, a friend in a nest of
enemies. Come!”
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Rodney had pitched his tent at
some little distance from any other.
:t. It was the
king rapidly in
lie said. He
■a ii more: he
■ *n irt response
f. e the girl's
h r. w ith tall.
broad,”red-ha:re < Burke Rickman.
Rodney had see", the man on his
arrival and the disci .pLon checked
with that given 1. r.\ by his engages
as the one who; fir A ‘nr. had loot-
ed him of his a!!, including a part-
ner.
“As I was saying . And,
perhaps, the officer went on w.th
what he had been saying, for ail
Shaw knew. He was crossing the
“I No Longer Ask,” He Cried,
Overtaking Them.
thing more frigid than coolness-was
in his eyes. He spoke:
“The dances, Shaw, are all to be
mine!” Annette looked up at him.
She. smiled at Rickman tantalizing-
ly, as she had smiled at Shaw.
“Oh, sire, I had not been in-
formed!”
Rickman’s face twitched and he
moved closer, but Annette curtsied
to Shaw and lifted a hand to his
arm and he bore her away, know-
ing that she had turned to him only
to dismay another, but not caring,
taking her on any terms gladly.
Fragrance of her body assailed
him; touch of her shoulder set him
atremble. He looked down at her
and beheld the fairest woman be-
neath the stars!
The dance ended and he whirled
her to an open doorway, black with
night. Outside, under a balsam tree,
the moon flecks fell on her whTfe
face and shoulders.
“Annette Leclere,” he said tremu-
lously.
He had her, close against him,
and her head, jerking first this way,
then that, eluded his avid lips; her
palms, hard against his breast,
fought his arms.
“Under heaven, I will! I will—”
But she broke away. She was
adroit at eluding embraces! She flit-
ted into the doorway as the fiddles
started again.
The night was a swirl for Shaw.
Annette beside him, Annette gone.
Annette with another while he
chafed and paced in jealousy, a
strange emotion.
Queen of the dance, she must dis-
| tribute her favors impartially. So
1 she said, close m Shaw’s ear
j The fiddles were finally stopped
! for the night's crowning interval,
{ the dancers backed against the
walls. The queen, alone out there,
I was to select her king and by the
I doing encumber him with the obliga-
j tion of entertaining on the next
1 night. o’f paying the fiddlers, of buy-
1 ing the wine.
She floated sloe, iy down the'room,
a shred of r.bbon snipped from the
l rosette she wore in her small fin-
t gers. She assumed deep delibera-
j tion, impersonal weighing of this
j one or that, frowning a bit. as ; ho
paused first before thus Frontier ga!-
! lant then another. •
Then she was before Shaw. The
bit of ribbon was pinned to las lapel
and with both hands she was pulling
his face down, standing on tiptoe
Her lips burned his cheek and he
gasped, grappling for her. ckok.ng
that he’d make the formality a• -11:,.!.
“Before dawn. I’ll has you’” ho
swore, holding one of her hands im-
prisoned.
He” wrenched at the* hand and she
wanccd honestly and, shocked at his
own ruthlessness, he let her go. ffhe
laughed, then, and swung into R;< k-
hgan’s arm and off into Hie new
dance. He searched for her in the
crowd when the fiddle* stopped
1 ■■ i !i :: run
•>. in. i return and
t ! o r.uit-
■. e:\*d I..:-; to ha;
: “T.ey'll
; s:c v. .itches prey
. . I don’t sleep
nights .
Rodney slept until the sun was
full an 1: vur high. He had- gone to
sleep .with his heart s* ill fast at
thoug’at of the opportunity to estab-
lish himself again.
And h.e awakened with his heart
going lit ta choke him; gasping to
himself a name. Over and over
he repeated it, sitting there in his
robes, blinking at the new day.
“Annette!” h.e said. “Annette . .
Annette . Annette Leclere!”
Ba ke cooked breakfast for hirtv
and Shaw ate alone before his tent,
the obi man eyeing him with ill con-
ceals ! cur; tsity. Finally, he could
no longer restrain himself and put
the question in French:
“Do wo put out with the old one’’”
Sh iw smiled. “Does one pass by
rare o;.o utun.ty? Does one, Basile?
Of c turs * we put out. But not too
hastily Leslie is a sick man, Bas-
ile,”—soberly. “Perhaps even with
a heavier sickness than She'compre-
hends. lie is unfit for a march. To-
day. we must make ges'ures at oc-
cupying ourselves. Tonight, during
the dance at winch I'm to be king,”
—with a reminiscent grin—‘T slip
away and go to him. In the mean-
time . . .”
“The sound of she'd wheels rolling
on gravel checked him and he
lie. made, known - Jooke 1 up to see Annette in her
his history just with movements of aig oaroomnt? dawn th’e narrow
those gnarled but articulate hands. , Sfc-t Bu? she'could not he^ gm-
Of late years he had traded large- ; ing him roll,.e as he leaped out-
ly with the Menominees and had re- | wardf fll:lRini, u„ an arm make
tamed his independence well enough 1 the fading black shy wide, grasp-
, until the monopoly which Astor set mg tl)e ^ j j y • s re,n .....
spreading across the Northwest t -impudence!” she cried, feigning
wiped out his identity. 1 pique. “You wall have me upset,
v . old man,” he panted. “Too j Rodney Shaw. Stay hack!”
old to . fight . Traded here at J “I stay here. I defy you!”—as
own account and . . . risk . . . j he vaulted the wheel to the seat be-
i ’Bout reached end ... of trail . . side her. „
Took likin’ to you when . . . seen “But you were to be gone from
yqy arrive . . . Felt like pardner to j Mackinac! All have heard the brave
I you when . . . heerd what Rickman things you said to Mr. Astor. Did
’ ’d done . . When heerd what you 1 you not mean them'’ That you’d be
. . . told Astor . . Waugh!” he , gone in defiance to him'.’”
1 said with sudden strengths and fer-1 “Not until these ripe lips hunger
! vor and then sank back to one el- as mine hunger’”
bow exhausted. j “Nonsense, sire’”
Rodney started to speak but Lcs- I So he drove with her that morn-
lie held up a hand. .1 ing and strobed with her that after-
“What’s your . . . plan’’” he j noon. He wooed roughly, madly un-
whispered. “What you . . aim to 1 til, late in the afternoon, Annette
1 do!”’ | fled hie. avid arms and hungry lips
! “Plan? I’ve no plan”—bitterly. | and sought sanctuary from his de-
i “I’m a pauper I haven’t enough j termination in tin* house of the old
fur to make a start at assembling ; aunt which w as her home.
! trade goods, once my men are pro- j He went bek to lus tent, walking
j vided for. But somewhere, some . lightly, h'M<d fugl: Men turned to
place in this Northwest there must j watch him because, between sun
1 be a man who’ll back another to - and sun, lie had hoc >me famous. He
| Although mor.a-tic goldsmiths pro-
jduced the matchless illuhiinateduuw
j usenpts of 7th century Ireland, these
workers in precious metals, unlike
‘their later imitators, used neither
i gold nor silver . . . either in leaf or
fluid pigment form ... to get their
So skille I were the Irish
I craftsmen in the mixing of colors,
that even t. day. after a lapse of more
j than 1.000 year-, the manuscript col-
i oring.-, retain all their, original bril-
liat ce.
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Professional
Directory
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‘We’ll Sting Astor and Claw Bach
,. at Rickman.”
DR. W. W. SNIDER
Dentist
Dublin, Texaa
Office Phone 68
Residence Phone 84
'Embers glowed before it ynd withm.....
the flap a man was seated, a robe
drawn about his gaunt shoulders.
He was old.
“How, Shaw!” he said in a voice
which had small vigor and raised
his right hand, palm outward, a ges- !
ture of friendly intent. “Set,” he 1
rasped in a whisper.
Rodney seated himself.
“No wind for words,” the visitor
explained and indeed this was evi- \
dent, for even the utterance of those
few syllables had set bun panting.
“Name s Leslie,” he said. “Once 1
. . . independent trader. Astor’s
slave . now.”
He tried to continue but only
strangled and fought for breath.
Somewhat eased, he raised his
hands, and began to talk in the
graceful, logical sign language. Now I
and then he dropped in a word. ,
Mostly, however.
res:
fix
“Fee Jays .
i me."
So, for a week, while he waited
i for Leslie to gam strength, Rodney
l Shaw reveled in the pretense that
feminine charms held him at Mack-
' inac. Despite the truth that court-
; ship sorted as a blind to confound
the watch he knew must bo kept oh
him, he was enmeshed, as many
1 another had boon caught in this half
I decade since Annette Leclere, done
j with Montreal schooling, had come
j hack to live with her old aunt,
j A f shielding woman, tips aunt, a
gr:m, forbidding woman, sprung
| from motif stock, a fixture in the
j place, midwife and seeress, speak-
ing a jargon of Ojibway and patios
and s '.'tiled to take pride tiiat so
few understood her well.
Shaw disturbed the old lady and
she stormed at Annette for having
him aoout, but it did r.o good. The
girl laughed at her.
Then, from pan to fire, Rickman
wa s banished, tossed aside,
snubbed, it would seem, and now
it was Shaw who came hammering
on doors before dew was dry.
DR. A. M. ALLEN
DENTIST
Olfice Phone 18
Residence Phone 114
Office Over—
Wmw Drug Store
(Continued Next Week)
had defied Astor ana he had flaunted
his trespassing in romance upon
grounds which, that spring, at least,
had been admittedly Burke Rick-
man’s. Others wondered what man-
ifestation Rickman’s resentment
might take But Burke Rickman
was not to manifest his resentment.
I stand alone!”
Leslie shoved himself erect, j
I “Waugh!” It was little more than !
' a brave gasp. “Man's talk! . . . j
j Spoke like . free man! Brothers,
you 'nd me! Brothers, Shaw . . I
j Leslie’s th’ party you're tookm’ for!
j Listen!” he rasped. “1 brought in j
| good take I got trade . . goods, i Not openly. Donald Maclver. the
; plenty. 1 got in mind th’ richest shrewd Scot and loyal servant, had
I tradin’ ground left. 1 got . . . ev- i seen to that.
j erythin’ but wind nd legs. Ever j He ar.d Rickman were together
| hear of th’ Pillagers?” ; when Annette drove pa ;t that bright
“Ay! Who’s not heard of them? [ forenoon with the pugnacious young
1 Far up the Mississippi; good hunt- | Shaw on the gig scat beside her.
I ers and in rich country. But others
j are there.”
j— “Others was! Gone, now. Nor’-
|‘westers ’re gotie by law. Th’ lone
-a—n the chill of
o'tor's eye and
y creep into his
independent who opposed "em ’s
gone . . . Siotix driven him out.
Rich country. Waitin’ to be took. 1 passing thieig.
and Maclver had
threat show in th.
the heat of jca’oi
ch'*ek.
“Don’t, lad,” M;i Tver muttered
while his eyes two.IF I. “ ’T:s a
ilienge to ye, is
By me. With you. I got . . . trade
goods You got th’ feet ’nd wind.
“Look!” he said “Astor figures
to step i*. He's .‘.endin’ Rickman.
We’ll fix a su price for ’m!”
He fumbled in the buckskin .pouch
which hung from h.s girdle.
“Hero!” he said and drew out a
map, crudely e‘«kod on parch-
ment, ar.d pointed to the winding
yon upstart. Let him go on? Iwt
him spend, mayhap, hours wi’ ’th’
lass. He’ll gi’ u; who' we need
q... ker i ti. by r v itl.er means,
lio s not, Mee“o:
I-' must be so ;f
jtify. He made h
FuneraS for Old F3a?s
Held Over Pyre in Ohio
Urbana, Ohio —In an impressive
ritual 60 American flags “worn out
in service" were destroyed here by
members of the H M. Pearce post,
American Legion
Neither the army, navy, nor the
American Legion heretofore has
used a ceremony on such occasions,
Lieut Col William Vv-e, army re-
serve corps, who drafted the one
here, said.
The ritual prescribes an outdoor
service , with officers and members
assigned to stations abound an open
fire. The ceremony opens with the
sergeant-at-arms pre editing t%4he
commander all flags to be destroyed
with these word ; .
“I wish to present a number of
flags of our country for inspection
and disposition.”
After their condition has been
noted tile commander declares:
“They have reached their present
state through a service of tribute
and memory and love.
“A flag may he a flimsy bit of
printed gauze, or a beautiful ban-
ner of fittest silk La intrinsic value
may be trifling or great. Its real
value is beyond price, for it is a
symbol of all that we and our com-
rades have worked for. and died
for—a free nation of free men, true
to the faith of the past, devoted to
the ideals and pra-dices of liberty,
freedom and justice.”
The flags are then ordered dipped
in kerosene and placed on a rack
over a tire. As teas is being done
the bugler sound ;
and the entire op
attent'on. The c
prayer.
Frederick G. Harmon
ATTORNEY-AT-LAW
Notary I’uhliq,— Plume 88
Office Harmon Bldg., — De Leon
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J. M. Wright, M. D.
Physician ,& Surgeon
Office Phone 66
Residence Phone 44-Wi"
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M. D.
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O. A. JONES
— CHIROPRACTOR —
De Leon, Texas
Office over Terrill Grocery
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party stands at
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B. J. PITTMAN
— INSURANCE —
Write; country churches, school
houses and farm houses against
fire, windstorm and hail. All
kinds of notary work. Never lets
your policies lajise,
— PHONE 53 —
Children Bad in Good
Weather and Vice Versa
Milwaukee —A study by probation
officers rovat'd that when the
woo;ti;i‘r is bad chal iren ore good
John .J Kenne
course of the Mu-
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brother..’ He pu.,.ei th’ ••’<)• o ’id
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. .. . it’s d fferori ” . ... - '
Ife chok' d ant! rasped then ar t
after a struggle gmryr-trryand- ‘p-re
more reverted to signs. Rodney lr: 1
strength and ag.iity. I.e inde a’ •!.
Rodney could dii Vt iheuruirch aud
pass the credits and use that they
were collected.
“Just two of us . . . old free-
traders left,” he whispered. “Just
two as won’t belly-crawl to . . .
AStor. Da we deal?”
Rodney, stirred though 1 e was at
I;
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. t. .e .hij.-r g - v
pc’ it off
iff :p!e . 1.
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: ■ ;wnt baff’y
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:rf at lad !,'■ <h
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fo.c 1 I.C
■ waitie"
*
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1 ) v e take try oile
r |“ the
old trader
asked.
’ I do. j;
dner.”
“ C oo 1 ’
Y.’e’ll ;*hr,g *im. '
t •VI)
on us! Yv’c
'll sting As'e;- ,'C
1 e! a W
back at ID
to ye
kman f' r v ! at '
1 '.ok, | i<i . a
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K"lir.ey said t
inverse relation
weather and
re always is an
.p betw een the
If You Appreciate Good
Barber Work, Visit —
The Sanitary
Barber Shop
Shorty Freeman
Rov Butler
yHi .lacks" t ows of Milk
Nashville, Tenn - A forty-two-
year old negro taught the wot Id a
new racket when Ik* took a bucket
and began “hi-jai king” cow; at the
Union stockyards.
'night to he spry,” Leslie whis-
pered. “My men tell on heatin'
Rickman puls out afore long. We’d
best be wee ks . . ahead on him ”
"Can you travel?” asked
1
Half the u’diappiness in the
is due to the failure of plan;
were never reasonable and
posiiihle.
Mr. and Mrs. J. B. Jeffrey and Mr. I
ar.d Mrs. Denver Jeffrey and (laugh ■
ter were Fort Worth and Dallas vis-
itors Monday. '
MAKE WASH DAY A
PLEASURE . ..
By bringing the Family Wash to
Us. Plenty of Hot, Soft Water.
Four Maytag Washers ready to
serve you. We do all types of
laundry.
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