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CHAPTER XIII—Continued
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CHAPTER XIV
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DIRECTORS OF CHAMBER OF
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Mr. and Mrs. Sam' Dickens Jr. and
daughter, Betty Ann, returned home
after visiting several days in Fort
Worth and Dallas.
committee
survey of
ahlc in Ixmpasas trade territory for
a cheese factory.
Mrs. John R. Stephenson Jr. of
Brownwood arrived Sunday to be at
the bedside of her father, Alec Lar-
gent, who is critically ill.
DAILY AND
SUNDAY
$6.50
ONE YEAR
The Board of Directors of the Lam-
pasas Chamber of Commerce met in
th<4? regular session Tuesday morn-
ing at 10 o'clock at the Chamber of ■
Commerce office with the following ’
members present, President* Fred
Wolf; R. A. Blucher, B. K. May, H.
O. Porter, Oscar Bolding, Charles E.
Stokes, Roy Yazell, D. T. Briggs and
E. A. Shanks.
Minutes of the last meetings were
,-ead and approved. R. A. Blucher,
hairman of the bureau to investl-
»ate traffic lights, gave a brief re-
port and stated more definite inquir-
ies will -be made and reported later.
The motion was made and seconded
to call off plahs to take the Lampasas
high school band to the Central Texas
Exposition at Temple on Wednesday,
due to inclement weather.
R. A. IJIucher, R. J. Paine, and
Charles Wnchendorfer were appoint-
ed as a committee to investigate the
eost of survey of rivers and streams
around latmpasas causing floods. In
the meantime, Mr. Wolf will get in
touch with Walter Humphrey in con-
nection with a Bjazos River Project
survey *bf the same area.
Charles
to law. I’m going to take him into
court to help me with cases, come
next term.’ Sparrel liked that, and
told it to Cynthia when he returned.
“1 always knew Jesse would do
well nt whatever he was minded to
follow,” Cynthia said.
""They say the school is doing right
well this term under the new ■prin-
iUMt thinking.” Sparrel
No Hubftcriptiona accepted at the above rates for leas than
one year. Three and six months rate, or any period of time
more or Jess than one year, is 75c per month straight for
Daily and Sunday anti 50c per month straight for daily only.
“Warren hat left blank a space for
fiting in the contract, so I suppos-
I we might as well begin to talk de-
dls of settlement," Shellenberger
Hfcynthia had often in these months
Mpntiiisted her father with Shellen-
twerger. She never got it formulated
Slpt<> a neat and satisfactory propsi-
B|pn that ♦o’uld he tied up in a packet
Hind laid away. * It was illusive as hu-
man personality and subtle as the in-
\Voluntary response of pleasure or dis-
taste to another human being, Spar-
Bel, honest in himself and generous
lin assuming the same quglitiea in
Kther people,, inspired indtantly a
eaense of security and faith in the
I lightness of things; like the jutting
[f’innacle on his place. Shellenberger
pyith all his good speech and man-
Siers, left an impression of uncertain-
ly and suggested that things which
^should be assumed as ordered and
Ifixed were precarious and sinister;
Mike a pair of fox eyes discovered
Hocused upon you in a <
[wishes,
“Yes,” Sparrel said.
"tour thousand two hundred and
fifty-one acres at five dollars an acre
apMld be, let's see, five ones are five,
five fives are twenty-five . . . twenty
thousand two hundred and fifty-five
dollars, I make it.”
wenty-one thousand two hundred
fifty-five dollars,” Sparrel said,
Cynthia and say, “That's the way to
take her around a sharp bend.”
"I bet you run iright Into a sand-
bar, Abral.”
“All righty I bet you. What’ll
$5.00
ONE YEAR
Finemare, kept thinking over and
over. “Worrying and regretting are
what you cau’t help and they don't
make things a bit different. But fa
body can’t hardly see \yhy things in
the world can be the fyw they some-
tipies are. Seems like there has been
a plague on this year that just hangs
around Dry Creek Hollow weiring to
reach out and do everybody an ill turn.
Like the hills couldn’t have all the
fine trees cut down without cutting
down people, too. Only why need it
be poor Doug; if it had to be some-
body, it might have been . . . but a
body oughtn't to say that I don’t
reckon, it being the Lord’s business
and not any mortal's. But a body
can’t hardly help thinking. I’m
downright sorry about Doug. The
selfish thoughts that keep bobbing
up; being glad I told Doug I didn’t
love him to marry him or anything
before this happened to him. I
couldn't ever have him and he sure
would have had it in his own mind
that I wouldn’t just because he was
maimed so bad. But that’s not so
because if I would have had him be-
fore it wouldn’t make a difference
now. That’s a selfish way to be think-
ing to be finding something to be
glad for yourself for. It’s an awful
pity. It's that man and the lumber-,
ing and the bad reaching in. Like the
trees were a family avenging itself
for a hurt done to it."
She lifted her eyes from the road
for one instant to see the dam at Dry
Creek and the growing mountain of
logs in the barren hollow
the rains. r*-
Decembcr was dreary
heaviness. It was as if
for Doug Mason had taken visible
form over the house. Day after day
the thick clouds lay on the hills.
The bodies of the trees were cold
and black with the damp, the upper
branches absorbed in the low clouds.
The wood smoke from the chimney
was pushed back Into the yard with
, the smell of the wet wood lot nnd the
• rotting leaves. At the barn the corn
to make a more thorough
the amount of milk aVail-
ARE <
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pOc, wate^
combine^
Hardwa
(v
somehow gvt. u®ed to
the * days . it moved in
Mr. and Mrs. W. R. Stokes and
Miss Lillian Earnest have returned
to their home in Beaumont after vis-
iting relatives here for several daya.
•“So it in. Twenty-one thousand.two
ndred and fifty-five dollars, but it’s
t four thousand too much. The
yor's bill fa five hundred and
r dollars.”
i. g little thin tterap
I all there is to it.
. Cynthia eiamined the single entry
of 14,600 ih Abe ne*C banker’s Uhd.
said, “you might just as welT^FW*1
go over and get in the second term.
"No. I can’t tjiis year now,” Cyn-
thia said.>
“Wc Could get a woman to come In
now,” Sparrel said.
*T don’t fancy a stamge person tak-
ing over the house: '
and S
fi to £
•h Deaj
it a g€
itereste
Rogei
‘ex. (w.
you bet?”1
"Well, how many rafts have you
ever run?" Cynthia asked.
I can take one around any bend
in Gannon Creek or the Big Sandy.
I learned all about it from Multens.”
Cynthia would carry it on, or she
would drop it and be happy for a
time in the presence of hb energy
and hb confidence. She lived in the r
rich world'of"’her imagination, for
the moat part, above the routine of
the house where Julia was not. Soft
white fluffs of snow, small hard pel-
lets of ice, the sun and the thaws
carried away the colorless days of
January. The wind and the rain, th'e
sleet freezing enamel on the pear
tree, the sun cracking it and drop-
ping it to the ground, brought in
February. — _
In Dry Creek more and ever more
logs were piling up, and the rough
men were getting more restive in the
loins and irritable with one anoth-
er in the long isolation from a town
with good drink and women.
Cynthia could know little about
them, but Sparrel was concerned. He
mentioned it to Shellenberger who
dismissed it with a word. Sparrel
said no more, except to himself. “A
body hates to see that kind of life
in here but it’s just the men he
brought up from down the river. I
don’t reckon a little drinking will
hurt any man, except it’s encourag-
ing some pretty bad charcters to
make it. I’d hate like anything to „
see Gannon Creek get a bad name
from Jt. Things are bad enough
down below where they come from,
killings and then more killings if
somebody witnesses against them in
court. These feuds already give a
black name to a lot bigger country
than has title to it. I wouldn’t want
any of that around here even on Shel-
lenberger’s land. Maybe it’ll be all
right and I'm just touchy about
things.”
(To be Continued)
Bargain Offer Rates
GOOD TO DECEMBER 15. 193fi. ONLY. BY MAIL ONLY.
IN STATE OF TEXAS
“ThatSC
She
it. Thro
and oat
"Tour
of h book. Thai’s all there is to it.
Four flgWM <W» »eem
right. fitjefn bmd sold. * hunch
of stranM.man fiom down the river
in here /hofipior the. place, ev-
erythirig* rihaWged right Wwnd .until
a body don’t knowwhCthdr she b liv-
iug on Vflftprit n.hmber c^fp.
and all it matters to the menfolk is
some ncratchas on a thtn little scrap
of a book With w brown back to it.”
on or somebody messing around her little value. Doug held to it. letting
closets and beds and kitchen and the truck go its way untouched by
smoke house and fruit shelves and the brakes
milk cellar. it’s too soon, yet. May- Abral and the men at tho dam
I He paused, breaking the passion
Lgendered by his hot words, and
re heat went out of him before her.
| “1 ought not have done that? I
■eckon it just kind of did itself. But
: meant my words.”
I He stepped down from the porch
Ind walked with long fast strides
rross the yard to the paling fence
■here his mule was tied. He mount-
«l ik one long rhythmic leap, and lop-
down the creek out of sight while
Cynthia s’tood with her stupefaction
V the kitchen doux_whither she had
L itreated. Then she felt weak in an
‘jafamiliar world, and she ran into the
Bfeving room and threw herself upon
(die of raw wool and for the second
Mge in the same day she wept.
^Bwhy did he have to come today?"
^m’hen Sparrel came in late from the
Bis to town he found Cynthia waiting
supper as Julia had always done,
also observed that she looked
Mary and sad and that her eyes were
H. He talked more than usual to
MBr' compliment ing her cooking,, tell-
H her of the journey, of Jesse’s room.
fen he went to his desk by the big
MBpiace, and took from his pocket
^Barge envelope and began to study
truck. . i
Doug came furiously into sight i
I rend ‘the books on the shelf and around the bend, preceded by the roar
And, any- of the wheels on the infirm tracks.
“It’s Doug Mason. He’s gone plumb
—7,” Abral said.
While he was yet speaking, the
[ a weak joint in the
wooden rails in the middle of the
curve and plunged down the foot of
the hill to the creek bank.
They rolled the worthless log from
his torn body and carried him bleed-
ing to the camp. Sparrel must hurry.
There was nothing much Sparrel
could do for the left hand, flattened
and piinctured, with the white broken
bones, hanging by a single string of
skin at the wrist. The left eye was
struck too hard by the heavy links
of the log chain, and was no longer
an eye.
Sparrel did well by Hirri with his
turpentine and salve and castile soap?1
When the worst of pain had passed,
they carried him out of the bunk in
the lumber camp to his own house.
A moan came sometimes from his
lipa out of hia control. He would
twitch the handless stump of his
arm, his teeth grinding, and I Blare
at the blank wail with a bitter eye.
His mother, hobbling about On her
poor legs, and his sister Heasie did
the weeping.
Cynthia, preparing things to bear
to the Masons, riding down Wolfpen
______ _________ _ Abral and the men at tho dam
be next year * ith Jasper getting mar- hoard the uncommon rumble of the
ried and all.”
“You’/e the .doctor,” he said.
after nearly November. He went
less often to the logging camp and
found more content *In being near the
house. He seemed to her more like
the Sparrel of a year ago when th>
new mill was being planned, only he
was graver now. He was doing things
that gave a satisfaction deeper than
the physical act of doing. He spent
an entire day going over the loom,
replacing and tightening loose threads,
and greasing the treads. He pegged
the boanls in the floor which had
come loose. He brought sawod lumber
from the mill and built the new row
of shelves in the smoke house. A
little shyly he gathered up the seeds
’from Julia’s flowers and put them in i
labeled jars as she had always done,
saying to pynthia:
“I reckon we’d better put these
away for seed. It wouldn’t seem nat-
ural not to have the flowers around
the place.”
Then he gave the garden its coat
of cow dung and its fall plowing,
TurnrnjC it carefully in deep narrow
furrows and harrowing it until it lay
soft, mellow and without clods. And
lected and dragged down to the creek
by the mules and the yoked oxen.
Now, at the end of November, they rrib smelled of damp cobs and the
were far up into the narrow portion J mice, and the ammoniac odor from the
of the hollow and beyond the float-
ing capacity of the creek,
constructed a’ narrow tram road
around the rim of the hollow to car-
ry the log* to the dam at Gannon
Creek. They were snaked down from
the hill to the rude platform and there
rolled onto the log trucks. The track
sloped rather sharply down the hol-
low, giving to the trucks considerable
speed under their own momentum. At
the last bend opening into the mouth
of the hollow at Gannon, the tracks
curved abruptly and plunged down the
slope to the dam. One man rode at
the end of each truck to apply the
brakes and bring the load of three i afl(| say jn a loud voice, "There’s no-
logs to a halt at the collecting point. | l»ody asleep here now that 1 should
The men grew reckless und increas- | b,. sneaking
ed the speed. They drank. They laid
bets against a record speed over the
course. They boasted ugainst one
another of going around the curve
and down the long last slope without
touching the brakes.
Doug had grown rash in their com-
pany. He talked more and bolder.
He drank with them from the jug be-
hind the bushes. That afternoon he
^•pTrni i ti 11. t-
place under the wheels rtf the hiadca
truck and gave it a sharp urge with
the crowbar. Standing on the nar-
row platform by the brake, he wav-
ed his hat. at the lumbermen, and fcs
the load of logs gathered speed he
have Judge Wade of the Catlettsburg
bank endorse it if you wish.”
“1 don’t hardly, see , . .’’
“You ought to have interest at six
per cent. Say fifteen dollars for the
loan. That’s the way men make
money, by making it work, You let
it idle in the bank and the bank lends
it out and gets the interest. Just
for ninety days and you’ll do me a
great favor and help my work along."
Spnrrel thought it over; the end of
May, a thousand dollars, fifteen dol-
lars- interest, enough cash for Jas-
per, a real favor to Shellenberger.
“I guess I could spare that to help
you out," he said. "And I don’t see
any cause to bother Judge Wade with
it.”
ggy^jJ^jjyjh^j^bligedto
you, Mr. Pattern."
Dry Creek kept pushing in like its
I new owner. Abral was much en-
I grossed in the technique of lumbering
and the prospect of driving a raft in
the spring. He could even bring a'
fleeting moment of cheer into the
i house when he stood tn the middle
of the kitchen floor in Cynthia's way.
with a broom locked in the back of
a chair, swinging it like an oar-blade
and shouting to his imaginary help-
er on the raft to shove on the pole
_______________ _____ and keep the headings away from the
over at town, and poor Doug! He ! hank. Then, the stiff curve cleared,
talked about it being lonesome down he would relax while the raft rode
there. It* never was lonesome here safely on the current, and turn to
before. The sorry troubles take hold (
of you like a bur and when I think
of him getting mangled that way un-
der that man’s old log truck I have |
to shudder for its hurts so. It cuts •
a body to the heart not to be able to
do hardly anything for him and
Sarah, and it’s so dark and dreary
in December. I can’t even remem-
ber hardly how it was in the spring.
And Daddy nearly every day down to
see about him, and when I ask him
how Doug is, always saying, ‘Poorly,
Cynthia, he’s gettipg well, but he’s in
bad shape. And he’s that Proud he
won’t let anybody see him only me.'
Maybe if I went down to the loom
and wove a while instead of looking
at the drip, drip, drip in the orch-
ard 1 could get my mind on some-
thing else. 1’11 think about the look
of Reuben when , he went away, the
shine in his eyes, the . .
They were trying days, and they
trailed one another through the
gloom. Then Jesse came one dark
week end when the wind blew into
the hollows and pressed the rain from
the cloud* driving them from before
the sun. The darkness lifted for a
moment, |he grass looked up won-
dering and the bitUs sang. Jesse was
happy. He filled the house with his
pending next term of ohiirt, of thfc
people *nd the activity of Pikeville,
feeling himself no longer a specta-
tor but a part of it. He described
the new brick jail to be built on the
lower corner of the courthouse
square, the new Baptist church by the
Institute, the general store the George
Brothers were putting up, the stone
sidewalks being laid all through the
town and the ta’k about even light-
ing up the streets at night. He could
see all this progress from Tandy
Morgan’s
It was
back, but
from the
He was changed and all this talk
sounded strange from him. He was
plready more of the Pikeville lawyer
Cynthia thought, than the boy who
set out the plants in the spring and
read Blackstone haltingly under the
haycock. She realized with heart-
ache that even the Jesse of those
days existed no longer except in her
memory, and would return no more
to Wolfpep. It was idle to think of
it being otherwise, and yet the
thought of placing Jesse in the vault
along with all the other treasured
things that had die$ in that year
was full of grief. And the days af-
ter he was gone were lc|»s happy
than before. ,
Shellenberger and Dry Creek seem-
ed to have conquered and possessed
Wolfpen. Shellenberger returned
from his journey down the river. He
was still talking about the progress
of business minded men who were
developing the country—for a profit.
For themselves. Everything was go-
ing to pome along big very soon now.
Ju*t at the moment things were a
little tight because it required a
steady outlay of capital to get an
operation going and a Jong time to
get returns on it. Vision, coopera-
tion, enterprise were the necessary
qualities. A few days later he came
up from Dry Creek to the mill where
Sparrel was grinding. . *
“I was wondering whether you
couldn't help me out for a few weeks,"
Shellenberger said in his pleasantest
manner.
“What could 1 do to help you out,
Mr. Shellenberger?"
“Those fellows are grumbling for
their pay again, nnd the God's truth
of it is, Ml*. Pattern, that I’m just
h little short of cash right at - this
minute. I was wondering if I couldn't
borrow a thousaml dollars from you
for a short time. I'll give you my
personal note for it, and at the end
mil
Ibsq
i al
is«»Wolf pen
By HARLAN HATCHER _ • WNU Service
stable dung was bitter in the nose.
Mullens j All day long the house was ns quiet
as death. Shellenberger was still
away down the river somewhere get-
ting ready for the rafts in the spring.
Jasper was busy in the hollows and
at the "barn. Abril went each day to
Dry Creek. Sparral was at the mill
grinding the corn meal for the win-
ter for himself and the families, on
the creek. Cynthia found herself I of the month when I go down I’ll
sometimes tiptoeing lest she break |
the absolute stillness. Then she
would become conscious of it and let
he? heels fall solidly against the
floor, move the beds with a screech,
can
flakes and watch them slide humping
each other down the sky. They are
happy and wondering where after all
tfieir journey they will light. They j
might fall right on the warm nose of
ing" over the house—‘Hrere’e always I shouted. “This’ll be a record.” The a fox sticking his head out of a hole
been a ^Pattern woman to do the wo- j two logs on the bottom were thick under a rock inthe woods. I would
man’s part of the house. I don’t I and very heavy, the third and top ft(Wt down into the plume of a pine
______ _____ w r w
to make it on paper.' They’re always
putting things down on paper as if
that mude it any different, and then
they forget about what it really is. —
“And Mother libs there on the Shelf
with Saul and- Bartori and the rest
where the stars are dim tonight, and lessly up the Dry Creek Hollow. As
across the ridge are all’the men for the great trees fell, they were col-
ei! tt in g down the. trees to float away
when spring comes, the way Reuben
floated away that morning. ’Pears
like Wolfpen has just become a place
for a body to float away from and
not live in, Reuben and Jesse and
Mother and the land and the trees,
maybe me, I could float away now and
not miss things so much.”
At thc.«nd_qf_Jthe week, Sparrel
rode with Shellenberger over to town
to sign the papers and file them with
the county recorder. He brought hack
word from Jesse. He was proud of
his son in the hrw for he was doing
well, his heart was In his work, and
he was aglow with his young enthus-
r "e i
I brid II
I Hun' Ifl
ayer,M
Bati|T
i efre> I
the papers that come.
way, I am about of the mind that
to run a house like this the way Moth- * crazy,'
er did it is just as good as the book ■ Vvnuv nv
• j heavy load struck
r wooden rails in
you measured the ground itself.”
"You couldn’t measure that way,
wLaayway the trees I am buying are
rrjK*ndicular and you can’t have any
_ore of them on a hillside than in a
many.”
‘Yea, that’s what Reuben Warren
rd to expkiin. J.don’-L.ftee it, but
is a way of selling and it’s ail
• around the place like a
ghost. Nobody at least that I can
wake with n noise."
She looked out over the barren ap-
ple trees watching the mist collect in-
to large drops on the slender twigs
and slide down in a slow procession
to their tips and then in silver glo-
bules to the ground. "They are pret-
ty that way," she thought. ‘^But De-
cember the snow would,, hr- better.
Snow isn’t sad like list drops. You
ataMXita
Sparrel offered no comment.
"Now about the terms of the con-
tract,” Shellenberger said. "On sales
like this it is customary to pay so
much down and agree on a way of
carrying the balance. I take it that
is all right with you?"
“1 reckon that’s all right," Sparrel
said.
“Suppose then that we agree on
this: I’ll’arrange to pay you, say, for-
ty-flvtf hundred dollars now, twenty-
five hundred about the first of the
year, nnd the balance when I get the
logs down tho river to the mills?”"
“I reckon if that’s the way you do
big deals like this, it will be all right.
We’ll just write in that agreement,"
Sparrel said.
“I’ll haVe to go dotfri the rivet in
a few days,” Shellenberger said, “and
if we could go over to Pikeville to-
gether we could “have it witnessed and
notaried, and.J’11 draw a check on the
Catlettsburg bank for the amount.
I’ll pay Warren while I’m down there."
Cynthia had finished her Work, and
she stole quietly ’out of the kitchen
and into Julia's room and sat down
in Julia’s chair by tKq window tq look- so he worked about the place for
down the hollow in the datk as Julia many days until Cynthia thought for
had so often done, thinking. “So the a moment that past days of peace
sale ends and all tho months since had returned to Wolfpen.
April have gone by and the menfolk [ It was only for a moment. Then
write what they’re supposed to writo^ Abral came at the end of a wet and
misty afternoon, out of breath with
running, bearing the news about
Doug. Sparrel was in the medicine
room behind the chimney. Cynthia
was in the kitchen listening:
The lumbering had moved relent-
clump of iaam and there was an inspired look
j in his eyes. Tandy Morgan, lai ge,
I So it was with a quickened sense I jovial, easy-going Tandy had praised
r that she heard Sparrel saying to, Jesse to Sparrel. "That boy of yburs
Shellenberger that the surveyors had ( has got a head on him, Sparrel. He
got the land mapped and calculate! beats nil I ever saw the way he takes
and the deedsjnade out ready to sign. •
5__^So they’re all done, are they ?
That's good.”
“All complete they are, except the
place where the terms of sale are put
down, it’s left bfank for us to fill in."
“Ail right. How much was there
of it?”
L__!2They .figured the whole place has
six ihoii-ai 'l TW'bliHiniM aau Inu
. acres, more or less."
“How much in my part?" Shellen-
l berger asked.
■ ~ “I haven’t looked at that part yet,"
i Sparrel said.
* “Well, you give me the papers and
—FR go ever them today and we’ll sign
them up."
Sparrel handed him the documents.
In the evening after supper he sat
with Sparrel ip the big"kitchen, by the
smoldering logs.
“They did a good piece of work, and
clenr and all there. He figures there
are four thousand two hundred and
fifty-one acres in the strip I bought,”
[ Shellenberger said.
r “I calculated there'd be around four
• thousand acres .more or less," Spar-
' rel said. "It takes * sight of ground
r to fill up the space between Gannon.
Wolfpen Ridge, and the Big Sandy,
jtfst on a surveyor’s level measure-
ment, and I reckon it’d about double (earning over et town.” ■
‘ "Unless you have a real tum_for
books.,”, i- . - . ‘
“If Tales'a ^riml tfirn for-4 a house,
too.V - • • • 4 ---’
Spvcei left it. tjwre, glad of
piffle tn the houag: “H? took the b«nk
book from his pocket and hold it ntar
the light WJa loDR-’time. •.
-- I don’t and very heavy, the third and top ft,mt down into the plume of a pine
think Mother would want Amy Woot- j one was thin, not straight and of i cone on the hill where the clean
smell is. It’s not snow,- it’s nearly
a-rain, the sun hasn’t been out for
days and days, and I never saw the
place so dreary. And Mother /bo
place where I can see her, and Jesse
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