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THE LAMPASAS LEADER
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SYNOPSIS
At the close of the Mexican war,
Robin Kershaw, with his bride, rode
into northeastern California, Here he
found an idea) valley for cattle rais-
ing'. They christened it Eden Valley.
Below Eden Valley is a less valuable
tract which Kershaw’s wife names
Forlorn Valley. Joel Hensley settles
in the lower half of the valley. There
is bad blood over fences and water.
Kershaw kills Hensley and the blood-
feud is on. By 1917, Ranee Kershaw,
his son Owen, and daughter Lorry are
all that remains of one clan. Nate
Tichenor is the sole survivor on the
Hensley side. He goes to help Lorry
in her car and finds her father has
died of heart disease. Silas Babson,
banker, schemes to control the irriga-
tion and hydro-electric possibilities of
Eden Valley. Nate tells Lorry he apd
Owen, Lorry’s brother, met in France
Just before Owen was killed, and Nate
promised that if he survived Owen he
■would look after Lorry as a brother
might do. Babson makes legal appli-
cation for the allocation of flood wa-
ters to the Forlorn Valley irrigation
district. With money advanced by
Nate, Lorry clears up her Indebtedness
to Babson. Nate finds he is falling in
love with Lorry. Babson discovers
Nate is behind a rival power project.
Nate tells Lorry he loves her. She ad-
mits she loves Nate, and they become
engaged.
CHAPTER VIII—Continued
—10—
“He was ready for me, but he didn’t
pull. And when Rookby picked him-
self up Owen said. ‘That’s right,
Henry. This is the closed season in
Eden Valley’—and he gave Henry Rook-
by the great-grandfather of all the
kicks under the coat-tail, and walked
away from me.”
“Poor Owen.”
“So I’ll make a wholesale Job of
cleaning out that rat’s nest in the
Bank of Valley Center, if I can. And
after I’ve smashed the bank I’ll buy
the wreck, saving the depositors, and
Rave myself elected president.”
“You’ve got to promise something
«lse before I’ll marry you, Nate. Help
me' with the branding—you’re a top
hand and I can use you—but as soon
as the branding’s finished go away and
complete your business and come back
to me as soon as you can.”
“I promise. But let me give you a
small warning. Don’t crowd me with
too many demands for promises.”
“The only promise I’ll ever exact
from you again, Nate Tichenor, will be
to love, honor, and cherish me until
death do us part.”
“And endow you with all my worldly
goods—including the Eden Valley wa-
ter, I suppose. Funny sweetheart! I’ll
race you back to the house for a
dollar.”
“You’d win. That horse you’re rid-
ing can step.”
“Make it a kiss then.”
“Well, you’d still win, so I might as
well pay the bet here and now.” And
she did.
engage In, Joe and in war you’ve got
to make people hate or they won’t
fight well. We!ll have to fight for the
Eden Valley water, but we can win,
although to do so we may have to
buy both the Circle K and the Bar H
in order to acquire their water rights.
But if we tackle the owners now—hold
them up to obloquy and ridicule and
public hate, they just can’t live in this
country, understand, and they’ll be
glad to sell and get out.”
Brainerd replied: “Mr. Babson, it’s
a job I don’t like—for two reasons.
One—business ; the other—ethical.”
‘Bear in mind, Joe, that the con-
tinued prosperity of Forlorn Valley Is
a matter of profound interest to you
and me.”
“I’m on the horns of a dilemma,.
Mr. Babson. If I attack Tichenor in
the manner you suggest he will start an
opposition newspaper in this town and
ruin me.”
“How can he? He can’t get any
local advertising. I’d see to that, even
if the local people were fools enough
to support their natural enemy by giv-
ing him advertising.”
‘But he promised me he'd do it, Mr.
Babson.”
“A mere bluff.”
“I think you’ve got that man wrong,
sized him up as one who will go
through. I understand none of his peo-
ple have ever made a promise they
didn’t keep. Bad as they were and
bad as the Kershaws were, both clans
had the courage of wounded grizzly
bears. I’m afraid of him."
Babson smiled patiently. “The Hens-
leys and the Kershaws never had their
courage tested outside Eden Valley,
Joe. Let Tichenor come projecting
around Forlorn Valley and he’ll find a
man to call his bluff.”
“I tell you, Mr. Babson, it’s a job I
do not want. Tichenor will fight back
—and the only way a man can fight
the only newspaper that’s attacking
him is to start an opposition newspa-
CHAPTER IX
Joe Brainerd, editor of the Valley
Center Register, had been summoned
to the Bank of Valley Center. Babson
led him into his private office. And
then, for the last time, he disclosed his
plan for the organization of the For-
lorn Valley Irrigation district.
“Here’s the copy for a full-page ad,”
he finished. “It’s a call for a mass
meeting of the citizens, to be held next
Saturday afternoon In the plaza, for
the purpose of discussing the water
situation and the appointment of a
committee to investigate the possibili-
ties of leading surface irrigation into
the valley. I’ll plant the idea good and
strong in their minds at that mass
meeting, but in the meantime you get
■out a good rousing editorial that will
give them something to think about.
Warn ’em that this Mountain Valley
Power company is about to grab the
water for power purposes. Tell ’em
Nate Tichenor’s the Mountain Valley
Power company. Give Tichenor h—1
in a quiet way, but be firm. If we
tackle Tichenor now the chances are
we can euchre his company out of a
contract to sell water to Forlorn Val-
ley. Get the idea? He told me his
company wouldn’t consider selling us
water and why. If we threaten his
source of water supply, chances are
he'll change his mind and do business
with us. And that’s what we’re after.”
Brainerd, remembering his recent
experience with Tichenor, needed no
urging to enlist in Babson’s cause.
Within two hours he was back in Bab-
son’s office with a copy of his edi-
torial. “That's certainly a rousing edi-
torial,” Babson complimented him, “but
there’d be a lot more punch to it if
you tied into Nate Tichenor more vig-
orously.”
“Why, Tichenor hasn’t done any-
thing out of the way, has he?”
“He’s swiped our water, hasn’t he—
“or he’s trying to swipe it?”
“He’s perfectly within his rights,
Mr. Babson. How did he know we
wanted the water?”
“The rights of the people are-para-
mount to those of the individual, but
whether they are or not, it suits me to
have you tie into this fellow. Attack
him. Impute things to him. Run a
history of his family and the Ker-
shaws—continued from week to week.
I want to Incite the community against
him. This is a war were about to
“You've Got to Promise Something
Else Before I’ll Marry You Nate.”
per and mail his copies gratis to his
enemies. And I tell you further I dis-
like the fight because it’s dirty. I’ll
fight Tichenor all over the lot for the
sake of Forlorn Valley and its crying
needs; but I’ll fight him on the issue
involved and not his family history.”
“I see,” Babson murmured sadly,
“you’re an idealist, too.”
“I hope I haven’t lost all my ideal-
ism.”
“I see. Well, Joe, I hate to remind
you of it, but you owe this bank three
thousand dollars and the bank holds a
chattel mortgage on your plant. And
you haven’t got the building you’re
housed in paid for yet. I hold a deed
of trust on that.”
“Is that a threat, Mr. Babson?”
“Suppose we call it a gentle hint,
Joe.”
“Then let’s quit arguing. I’ll not
wage a mean, dirty, personal war
against Nathan Tichenor and that Ker-
shaw girl. That’s final—and I suggest
that if and when you get surface irri-
gation into Forlorn Valley, you go out to
the main canal, jump in and drown
yourself.”
“Well, that fixes your clock Brain-
erd.” Babson commenced to rearrange
his pens and pencils on their rack and
to shuffle the unanswered correspond-
ence on his desk. “I’ll just take over
the Valley Center Register and put in
a man who’s loyal.”
Joe Brainerd stood up. He was a
small man, but like most- small men
he lacked neither courage nor conceit.
He struck, silently and savagely—furi-
ous blows, left and right, to Babson’s
sneering face; as the banker sprawled
back of his desk the quondam pro-
prietor of Valley Center’s lone palla-
dium of liberty walked out of the bank
and back to his office, where he seized
a pad of copy paper and wrote:
“With this issue the present editor of
the Valley Center Register sings his
swan song. Btecause he wouldn’t take
orders from Silas Babson and do the
latter’s dirty work, the Bank of Valley
Center, which holds a chattel mort-
gage on the Register’s plant, but not
on the editor’s soul, will kick ye sole
editor and proprietor out into the
geometrical center of Valley Center
boulevard and put in an editor who
will lick the hand that feeds him,
even If he doesn’t relish the dirty diet.
The editor desires to express his
gratitude to the citizens of Forlorn
Valley who have so loyally supported
him and his policies. Of course we
have found it expedient at times to
tread on somebody’s toes, but we
haven’t held mean little grudges, and
when the fight was over we were al-
ways willing to shake hands. And we
have not always won. Hence, we hope
to be forgiven our trespasses as we
forgive those who have trespassed
against us.
“The editor, eventually, may be
forced to buy himself a tin bill and
compete with the birds for a liveli-
hood, but never let it be said of him
that he existed at the price of an-
other’s shame and humiliation, in or-
der that ruthless and powerful in-
terests might feed a personal grouch.
“Joseph P. Brainerd,
“Sole Editor and Proprietor,
“Pro Tem,
“Valley Center Register,”
When Tichenor and Lorry Kershaw
came In for luncheon the next noon,
following a hard morning’s work in the
branding corral, Editor Brainerd’s
swan song and rousing editorial
promptly came to their attention. In-
deed, there was no escaping either, for
the editorial in black brevier type filled
the first two columns on the front
page and in the center of the same
page, boxed and also in brevier, the
swan song appeared.
Lorry read the articles first and,
without comment, handed the paper to
Nate. When he had finished reading
it he looked up at her whimsically.
“How stupid that fellow Babson is,” he
commented. “He’s hog-wild with pow-
er. One could cash every bet that
when there’s something constructive
to be done Babson will choose the wrong
way of doing it. Hurrah for Joe
Brainerd!”
“It takes a man to accept ruin rather
than orders that conflict with his sense
of justice. I wonder what sort of dirty
work Babson wanted him to do.”
“I don’t know. I can’t even suspect,
but I’m willing to agree with Brainerd,
on suspicion, that the work was dirty.”
He commenced to chuckle with a cer-
tain joyous malevolence. “Well, sweet-
heart, in line with my policy of becom-
ing the big man of this district and
also in line with my promise to tease
the animal, I believe it’s up to me to
save the sole editor and proprietor pro
tem of the Valley Center Register.”
About two o’clock that afternoon
Nate walked in on Joe Brainerd and
solemnly proffered that suffering indi-
vidual his hand. “Where can we talk
privately?” he asked.
Brainerd indicated his den. Tiche-
nor sat in at the desk, where he filled
in a check to Joseph P. Brainerd and
signed it. “You fill in the figures,” he
said, “and my bank will pay the check."
Brainerd stared at him. “What do
I have to do for this?”
“Just continue to fight for the best
Interests of Forlorn Valley."
“Wait a minute, Tichenor. Who told
you that you were the man I was or-
dered to attack?"
“Why, nobody told me. I didn’t even
suspect it. I decided to get behind
you merely after my own heart."
“Sit down," Brainerd commanded.
And he related to Tichenor every detail
of his conversation with Babson.
“I could stand up under that in-
sect’s teasings, Brainerd,” 'Tichenor
told him when the tale was done, “but I
shouldn’t like to see Miss Kershaw put
to that extremity. Well, you can give
me your note if you care to, or you
may consider this advance as a dona-
tion to the cause of good men and
true. But I have a request to make
of you. The Valley Center Register
, is the mouthpiece and the champion
{ of Forlorn Valley and I desire that it
continue to r>e just that. The war for
the Ware*- on and it’s going to be
some war. I ask you, therefore, to
print the news from the front honest-
ly and impartially. It may be that
from time to time Miss Kershaw and
I—and the Mountain Valley Power
company, which is me—will have
something to say to your subscribers.
I’ll expect you to print it—and I don’t
care two hoots in a hollow how you
ridicule or condemn it in your edi-
torial column. That’s your privilege."
“There must be something wrong with
your head,” Brainerd protested, “but
whatever the trouble is, I like it. How-
ever before I fill in this check—and
you’ll take my gratitude for granted—
it Is my duty to inform you that from
this day forward the Valley Center
Register Is going to operate In red
ink. I mean that 1 can never hope to
repay this loan from the profits of
a losing enterprise.”
“Just make certain you can draw
a living out of it, and if you can’t,
see me."
“I owe the bank three thousand, and
there’s a deed of trust on this building
for fifteen hundred. I’d like to pay
that all up and have a balance for
operating capital. But there’s one
more point you’ve overlooked. When
I bank this Oheck in Babson’s bank
everybody will know you’re back of me
and it will be said that you control
me editorially.”
“Well, that will be fine. It will
automatically prevent you from show-
ing me any editorial preferment.”
“You be mighty careful somebody
doesn’t kill you off In the shank of
your callow youth, my friend. You’re
a temptation. With you out of the
way there wouldn’t be any water war,
because the Kershaw girl couldn’t put
up a winning fight. Do you realize
that?" i
“Who’d have that much euterp/dseT”
“Babson might instigate it." Joe
Brainerd was very earnest now. “That
man’s private fortune and the future
of his bank hinges on the future of
Forlorn Valley, and I don’t think he
would give an icicle in Iceland for a
human life if it stood between him
and his desires. The battle for water
in this state is as old as the state
and it is unending. There is more
drama and more tragedy in it than
most people realize; enough men
have died with their boots on beside a
stream to fill my obituary column for
the next ten years. Needs must when
the devil drives, Nate Tichenor, and
the devil is up on the front seat driv-
ing through Forlorn Valley and Silas
Babson was the first man to recognize
him. Now he’ll point him out to the
others and the job of exorcizing him
will commence at the mass meeting
in the plaza next Saturday afternoon.”
“I shall attena that mass meeting,
and I shall address it.”
“Provided you’re permitted. Babson
will call it to order and address it
first, and when he finishes you’ll have
a hostile audience on your hands”
“They’ll listen to me. I’m going to
make them a proposition they’ve got
to listen to. I’ve about made up my
mind not to install the power station,
but build my dam good and high
and store w-ater for sale to Forlorn
Valley. I’m not going to stand selfish-
ly by and see those old settlers leav«
ing their abandoned farms. But I’m
going to smash that blood-sucker Bab»
son, by smashing his bank.”
“How?”
“By starting a new bank here. In
return for the lifegiving water I shall
have to sell them, the people will have
to do business at my bank. I’ll rent
money at six per cent. I’ll take up
every loan they have with the Bank of
Valley Center, and when they switch
their deposits to my bank Babson will
be left with insufficient capital to meet
the withdrawals.”
“How about the minority stockhold-
ers? They’re rather decent, substan-
tial citizens.”
“When the smoke clears away I’ll
settle with them privately so they’ll
not lose a dollar.”
“You may not be able to secure a
state charter for your bank.”
“Then I’ll operate a national bank.”
TO BE CONTINUED.
By CHERIE NICHOLAS
Tests Made at Biological Station
Prove Fish Will Respond to Sounds
At the Plymouth biological station,
writes E. G. Bonleuger, director Zo-
ological society’s aquarium, in the
London Sunday Observer, efforts were
made some years ago to ascertain
whether fish could be trained to as-
sociate the notes of an electric buzzer
with the depositing of food In one
particular place. The “dining room”
in this instance was a large box, and
after a few trials with the buzzer, one
particular cod so closely and accurate-
ly connected the box with food
whether the buzzer was working or
not—that It took up permanent resi-.
dence there.
In public aquaria the visitor Is
sometimes Impressed by the sudden
activity shown by the exhibitors when
an attendant stationed in the public
corridor blows a whistle or sounds a
gong just before the tank inmates are
fed.
The visitor, however, forgets that
the fish have a very keen eyesight
and that the appearance of an attend-
ant In the service gallery. Invisible,
'T'HAT new style formula which
A calls for gay print combined, with
a monotone weave is taking the world
of fashion by storm. The idea has so
captivated designers they are work-
ing their imagination overtime in or-
der to play up dramatically to this
challenge to their genius. The three
fetching costumes in the illustration
tell an eloquent story in regard to
this new and thrilling print-and-plain
movement.
Let us consider first the perfectly
charming model in the center. It re-
quires genuine artistry to produce
anything like this. The manner in
which the daisy motif of the print is
worked to relieve a straight waistline
and to unify blouse and skirt is noth-
ing less than a stroke of genius. The
lining of the jacket which, by the
way, reflects the very fashionable
coolie-coat influence is also of the
daisy print. White gloves, a navy hat
and pocketbook and navy shoes carry
a last word style message.
Did you think it a redingote ensem-
ble—the costume to the left in the
picture? It does look the part, we
will admit, but in reality it is a
voguish one-piece dress of navy sheer
with a swish of startling print dash-
ing its way down the entire front of
the frock. The collar may be worn
open to show revers. Of course you
have made mental note of the jaunty
little white Breton sailor which this
fashionable young woman is wearing.
The wee feather brings just the right
color note to this nobby headpiece.
Surprise number one is that the cos-
tume to the left is not a redingote
ensemble and now for surprise num-
ber two which is to the effect that the
costume to the right in the group Is
just that—a redingote model. This
redingote of unusual styling buttons
at one shoulder and down the side un-
der the arm. While it looks as if it
might be a one-piece dress it Is really
an entirely separate item and can be
worn as a coat with any frock. A
black sheer fabric fashions it and it
tops a print crepe gown in yellow and
black. Her black Milan straw Breton
sailor is definitely chic.
So high does enthusiasm run for this
alliance of print and a solid color you
will find all sorts of neckwear fancies
and accessories to wear with your one-
color dresses made of gay Mexican
and Roman-stripe or plaid prints. The
new bib collars with cuffs to match
are animated with cunning pleatings
and bright buttons. Plastrons of print
silk which cover the entire front of
the bodice and are tied about the
waist are quite the rage. Try one of
these with that navy or black frock
which calls for a freshening spring
touch. You will be elated to see what
one of these neckwear sets of startling
print can do to a hitherto somber
frock.
Here’s another suggestion, why not
a boutonniere with gloves to match of
multi-colored or checked print to wear
with your spring tailored suit? Per-
haps an audacious plaid or stripe
scarf tied in a huge bow to wear with
your navy or brown swagger suit Is
more to your liking. By the way, had
you heard about the increasing popu-
larity of brown prints? This move-
ment is worth watching. Many of
these smart brown prints are1 pat-
terned with lovely fresh spring yel-
lows and vivid orange with a dash of
pure white.
© br Western Newspaper Union.
STRIPE VELVET
By CHERIE NICHOLAS
of course, to the onlooker, acts as a
very potent appetizer and causes the
lively demonstration. The association
of food with a whistle or gong Is a
very effective illusion—but an illusion
all the same.
The late Professor Bateman conclud-
ed from certain experiments conduct-
ed at a research station that roost
fishes were deaf and took no notice of
even a loud report or the shock of an
explosion. G. H. Parker in America
and Bigelow and Zennick in Germany,
came, however, to different conclu-
sions.
These experimenters became satis-
fied that certain fish showed evidence
of the perception of sound. They
found that some responded to the
notes produced by a tuning fork.
Power of Telescopes
It Is estimated the 100-inch telescope
on Mt. Wilson has increased the power
of the human eye 90,000 times, while
the 200-lnch telescope has added te
man’s vision about 300,000 eyes,
NUN INFLUENCE IN
PLAYTIME STYLES
Playtime costumes for modish mod-
erns recalling the habits of cloistered
nuns have stepped upon the fashion
stage as a novel note In spring fash-
ions.
Though the black dinner costumes
were lightened by gayer touches than
a nun ever donned, and gold necklaces
and earrings brightened the ensemble,
the long-sleeved dinner frocks with
demure high necks, the halo hats worn
by the mannequins, the serenity of
their faces and walk, lent a touch of
the habit worn by the French “re-
ligieuse.”
Madame Lanvin showed a long-
sleeved, high-necked dinner gown of
scarlet red crepe with an instep
length black faille coat and a black
halo hat. The mannequin, whose hair
was swept serenely back from her
face, wore two great gold ball ear-
rings and a belt of golden nail heads.
Another striking costume combined a
long-sleeved frock of black lace, «
long black faille coat and hat.
Summer velvets are proving a great
attraction to the style-conscious wom-
an who Is looking for the newest and
the smartest materials. It can readily
be seen from this picture that summer
velvet in two-color stripe makes an ex-
ceedingly smart swagger sports coat.
You can visualize this in navy and
white or brown and beige or other
combinations, for this most desirable
velvet comes in various color alli-
ances. The hat Is trimmed, in a most
effective manner, with a two-color
velvet ribbon.
Mannish Lines Disappear
in Latest Spring Suits
Femininity is the essence of tbat
new spring suit.
Though a trimly tailored effect of
simplicity is still the rule, the hard
mannish line in vogue for several sea-
sons has been tossed on fashion’s scrap
heap. Wools are often a little softer,
silhouettes look less as though they
had been sketched by hard black
crayon on white paper, accessories
such as golden snail or silver seashell
fastenings are decidedly feminine.
Metal-Threaded Organdy
Organdy gown9, woven with metal
threads or splashed with shimmering
seguins, are designed with full sweep-
ing hems which billow about thg
wearer’s feet >
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