Devil's River News. (Sonora, Tex.), Vol. 35, No. 1856, Ed. 1 Saturday, June 26, 1926 Page: 4 of 6
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"VilllfTcrriUby
Xatevm mi “Dead Man*
* 8ufna—J Ut In defai fur U«!v*
‘' Jdars, 4 Bpugihri turned up ut hi*
' -sstjve viliaje tad terrified tlie ia-
Kxlo’tantx ^riaaldot,” they called,
“i* it youf* They made the sign
of the (tom and fled aa if they had
arena ghost. nrimaldoe was a young
shepherd. In 1914 he waa mur-
dered, aa every one believed, for
two peasants were Convicted of the
(Time on their own eonfreaion and
Mntenced to life imprisonment
(Irimaldoa laughed when some one
plucked up enough courage to ap-
proach and aak him why he waa not
dead. lie explained he had gone
over the (rentier and worked in
Jfeance, where the wages were bet-
ter. Hie two “murderer*” were re-
leaned and Joined in the village
fuetivitiM. They said their eonfre-
bion had been wrung from them
after the anppoeed murder by bully-
ing police. Aa the body could not
l>« found they invented t atory of
hseiug fed it to pigs.
PLEASED AMD DISPLEASED
I
He—Too bad you’re not going
my way.
She—Yea—and tliat you’re not
going niv wav.
Our New Serial
The Man
WithThree
Names
Bf HAROLD MACGRATM
CHAM** m
ttaaaltaM Plane Rental.
That follow, that Imprrtlncnt bef
gur Cethewe. had taken a Joke In
on mart I Oone to Bannister and
li'itlM a newapnper! Hut why waa
lie turning h*a enunoo upon him?
Duntclgh Ifanafleld wondered. It
he wanted Betty, why attack the fa-
ther ta tbte manner? The Infernal
blackguard 1
Of coarse he had purchased the In-
vention oat right, at an absurd figure.
That waa merely good business. A
perfectly legal teelniaa deal; the
moral alda of It waa negligible.
gplte, probably I Young CUthewu
had suddenly rseMeed that Betty waa
aa far eat of Ms reach as the start,
and had near embarked upon a cam-
paign of (pita.
The yaang anarchist meat he tap
pressed befure be made aay headway.
Mnnafleld meet And eat hoar loag the
fool bad beaa la Bannister end what
vuccem ha was uaklag of the sheet.
Actually goat ta Bannister to become
g "forecl"
lletty. however, meet know nothing;
the scurrilous Meat mast not fall Into
Of Whet Waa He Afraid.
. »nds I It was perfectly Icgttl
I.URlneas; hat (lie young woniun
Id ideas In her bead,
she would bo returning to
er. lie did not want her to g>
■ ere at till, but there won *p
no vlethle metlusl by whirl
d dissuade her.
didn’t he want her to go hack*
•nsslm! hliu. Of wliat waa h-
t That In retnrmlnc to Rnnu!-
■o ulgM errbtmilty irarii th-
alio, w,r not quire »ht |«.JU -
Ictnred h' u?
!. he wiuid iirvv futhorc out o'
, -ny before :J-e did return U’
concern was that she udg.
.sands upon nnaothlng la type.
Very few to Bannister would dare
whisper e\(in that [noldgb Mansfield
waa not always scrupulous
There existed, though, a human be-
ing who could euthafh upon such aa
eulerprtae aa that he bad named aa a
condition te woe lag Betty, who could
accept conditions which weald have
wrinkled the brow of the yeeag Mer-
ruins
Mansfield recalled what be could
of that retnarkuhle Interview. Why.
the fellow had caught the spirit of
the JmI, bnt bad pinned the Jester
down to a gentleman's agreement.
Oone to Bannister, bought that
Mint floctntlst sheet, all with the Idea
of winning Betty 1 The fellow .night
to he looked over by the commission
In lunacy
In one manner cr another h« must
be driven out of Bnnnlatee, where he
did not belong
Mansfield's prerogmtlvM had been
encroached upon, and the encroacher
must be punished, aa an example and
a warning t» other editors tliat one
man ruled the destinies of Bannister
Suddenly he had It; and the Mum-
tnatlon chilled him slightly. Reprisal!
Tha whole affair on shipboard a Wind,
Betty a pretense.
The son of some mnn lie had broken
vta Wall Street method. The affair
now had sense and dgujfleanoe. Re-
prisal I
Very good. What he bad mated out
te the father he would mete oat to
the son!
e • e e e e e
I wish I hod some new words to
describe Nancy and Betty or that t
could twist the old ones abotft In such
a fashion as to make them look new!
To have described these two young
women a thousand years ago. when
the language blocks were freshly
painted 1
Both of them bad beauty. The
txwuty of one waa cloudllkt; a sum-
mer cloud, brtllluntly white against
tha blue, changing subtly and con
tlnnouely, mirrored on the stream
a serene beauty. Hae lovely white
arms were spread out uo each side of
her. Her skin, redacting the firelight,
was like a goldbeater's leaf, end there
were magic threads of gold In the
blue iris of her eye. tier hair waa a
ruddy brown, like the leaf of the cop-
per-beech In October.
The other girl was resting her el-
bows on her knees, her chin In the cup
of her pulms. She was os pretty as a
hollyhock; lioniesy, frank, and friend-
ly. Good folks—a summer cloud sad
a hollyhock 1
There was no continuity to Nancy
Maddoa's thoughts. Thay were like
butterflies, wheeling and turning In a
most wonderful garden.
Those sms ting two Weeks ta Wash-
ington! It seemed to her that she
wasn't real, that In some mysterious
fashion she had been Incorporated
between the covers of an English so-
ciety novel. Ambassadors end diplo-
mats. officers from all parts of the
world, heroes and politicians! Men
wtth brains to sell. And they danced
with Nancy Maddox because she was
Betty Mansfield's friend.
Betty! How they flocked about bar.
these men I Hhe was like a whirlpool,
drawing every one toward hoc, and
unite os nnconsctonS of her power as
any rent whirlpool. Nancy had learned
a stupendous fact, that the great In
soul are always simple and genuine.
And this lovoly girl at her side was
totally free of artifice.
"Betty, yon baffle me." Nancy said
one night. ‘'Sometimes I think I know
you; then I'm sure I don’t”
“How—why?”
"You arc so beautiful that I find
myself watching yon constantly. And
I can't get away from the Idea that
you are watching and waltlug for
something or aomeons. The eager
way In which you greet new men! I
thought el first It was one of those
tittle tricks women use to trap men's
Interest. But not you. I have noticed
that after you’ve talked a tittle while
with a new man you leave him utter-
ly bewildered by your sudden tack ef
Interest "
"And so you have noticed! I won-
der If others have? Nancy, have you
ever hcen In love T—rather Intensely.
"I don't know, Betty. There la a
young man In Raunlster fin very fond
ef. I'm afraid I nni funder then It
Is wise to lie. since no set or word of
Ms has ever carried him over the
boundary line of friendship. Re’s the
queerest boy I Merry and whimsical
and shrewd; bnt sometimes I sense
precipices In hta soul, depths that I
cannot eee Into. Father eays be hi
the finest young man be ever met
But there! I’m not In love that I
know of. It may happen, hut I'm not
going to let go until he gives me the
right to."
Betty stood up. Hhe swept e hand
a reuse her eyes. “Oh. I mast tell some-
one. or go mad 1 I dare not tell daddy.
Besides, he would not understand. He
doesn't believe In ‘Brushwood Boys.' ”
Betty suddenly dropped to her knees
and seised the bewildered Nancy's
bands. “Komance! Nancy, do I look
like the kind—am I tha kind—for any
man to play with? t mean, la It right
that any tuan should hurt and' mock
me when I have wittingly harmed uo
one? It Isn't fair, It lan't fair! {-oral
At If one could say howdy-do to It
and then good-byP
"Belly, whatever has happened? I
Just klmw i but something whs wrong.
Bn: there must be mime mistake. No
mnn would hurt sii.d mock you Inten
tlouatly.”
Betty turned aud suf on her heels,
staring Into tlie crumbling embers.
Hie drew one of Nancy’s hands down
across her shoulder nod held It
tightly.
"Letters! from the shy, the cloud*,
the stars, burning wlih lire Oh, he
must hu««i loved me! He couldn't
lure written like that else Tha first
was battudfally written, full of poetry
and muftc . . . end love. I read It
tad threw It Into (he empty grate.
But I went hack end recovered K.
There was a phrase that kept singing
through my bead, and t wanted to eee
If I hed Interpreted It correctly. Well.
1 pat the letter away."
Nosey laid her free head aa the
beautiful hair and stroked It
"Of course I wondered who end
what be wax I had nearly forgotten
the letter—a month later—when the
second one come. quite ns woodvrful
os the first, which I resurrected for
comparison. They were absolutely
onllke except In theme. That was
love. No answer was expected, for
there was neither name nor address.
A nii.nth later the third letter cerae.
And then I began to wait for them,
Mger and thrilled, for needy three
years they came, ratio. London. Cairo,
direct, there wee never any forward-
ing marks upon the ravel opes. Borne
ooe who knew whore I was. where I
was going. That alooe fascinated
me P
"From where were they mailed?"
"Always from New York. I carried
an autograph album about and lota of
young men have written their names
In this album. But I never found the
one handwriting I was In search of
"Bnt It would be easy to dlagulM
that P
"I made them write a paragraph
wtth three or foor sentences—quota-
tions. It wasn't the writing I It was
the style of punctuation by which they
coded a sentence.’'
"I don't understand."
"I was hunting for a curious period
—e little x instead of dot, ouch os you
and I make. A man might change the
•tyle of his stroke, but habit would
lure him Into making that odd little
period, eo I believed."
"And you never found Itl*
"No. There waa always a post-
script to those letters. ‘Boms day I
shall come to yoo.' Five months ego
the letters ceased to eoaon What has
happenedt Is he dead? If alive, why
doesn’t be come to Bel Nancy, 1*B
much afraid.”
"Of whatr
That he has created In my heart
something that will always be there."
"Love?" whispered Nancy.
”1 don't know what It lx but It le
beginning to hurt dreadfully. At first,
when I got t letter, It made me curi-
ously happy, rd alt down at the
piano and a tag happy songs. Now I
can't play anything but sad ones.
What Is happening to me? Whatever
can U mean? I'm afraid.”
"He may he III.”
"He would hare found some way of
notifying me."
"He might be too old and afraid to
come."
“Oh, Nancy, he Is young—Ilk# I
amt I know It But If I could only
stamp out the thought of him, free
myself I am watching and waiting
and Marching. I am always straining
my oars for some sign. He doesn't
coroe. And now he wrltM no more.
Where and under what clrcumstancat
did he first see me? Hava I really
met him? Do I know him? What
Impelled him to write like that to ms?
Ne man would make sport of me. My
brain Is In a turmoil. I would have
disobeyed father and remained in
France but for the hope that If I came
home I might meet this strange and
unusual roan. Nancy, I am hart”
"Bara the letters,” Mid Nancy, In-
dignantly. "It Is going back to them
that holds you. Burn them. Cut tha
Gordian knot."
Tve tried . . . and I can't I*
CHAPTER IV
An Ineownter.
On the sunny side of a huge bowl-
der, on tbe top of a rusty grsea hill.
Mt a man with a small book on his
kneex He wore a gray flannel shirt,
tteleM; a pair of brown corduroy
trousers, much the worse for wear;
and a pair of ugly russet walking
boots. |
Eastward. several church spires
were visible Ip the late Rspturabur
base. There lay the city of Bannis-
ter. Nature, hating the ugly, hid It
ay well as she could. Farther east, a
drab smudge, which seemed to shut
off the world beyond.
Wherever the men’s gase went buck
to his hook, his exprsMlon wits one of
contentment. Whenever this gase
shifted toward the spires, an Ironical
smile twisted up the corners of Ms
lip*. He frowned, for they were after
him down there. Nearly all the local
advertising had fullen away, the
stockholders were exhibiting signs of
reetlveneM; and that signified thqt
Mansfield or Ills agents had ap-
proached them.
HIm thought went to his mother.
What a thoroughbred she was, to
stick to htra on his ersty adventure,
to follow his fortune*. when she might
have remained In the peace and se-
clusion of tbe villa up Ftesote way,
wtth that riot of roaee In the spring-
time and the sun on the red mart of
Florence! Cathewe. her maiden
name; and to I**) forced to prefix It
with Mm. In order to ahare his for-
tunes I |
There came an Interruption—•the
whine of an automobile. A plague of
them; a man hud to climb the Matter-
horn thcee days to find solitude.
“Bundy P cried a woman's voles
from the far sl.le of the bowlder.
‘•Kandy, come here I . . . Handy P ,
The automobile whirred hy. Path- ‘
ewe recovered his book and stood up
resentfully. But this resentment died
swiftly.
On the slope Juki beyond the ditch, t
where he had been (lung, lay an Aire
dale, motionless Kneel In*- ln-stde him
was Betty Mnnafleld, her hands
clenched Hgalixt tier borne), her eye*
full of uii.died terns.
O.S.T.
ATTTO REPAIRING
Gtieral Blacks
I>. BiPE, Prop.
Phene Ifil. •
S «*•"» " * e
L BENSON. !
nvr nerr om*n
___ tali ye* In Ol bUceeosf ul j
- - IComtotiiioB bnsiacsR arsttrrs you
tho best eervioe with the bust of*
■' «i ........ ■ — 1 ■ "
"My degt My friend end eemradel"
Cethewe dropped hie hook, ran
aeroax looked at the dog for a mo-
ment or two, then picked him Up ten-
derly and curried him back to tho
sunny side of tbe bowlder, where
there was a patch ef warm clover.
The girl followed, dumbly. Not a
word was spoke* until Cethewe prt
his hand ever the dog’s heart.
"is—ts he deed P site whispered.
"No." Ills hands roved hither end
yon ovsr the dog's body. "We'll wslt
a minute. I cent find any break*
Probably stunned."
“My poor Randy P
A moment later Cethewe received s
eltght but pleasurable shock, lie bsd
reached for the dog's head the asms
Instant as she, and their hands
touched. A great blttsrnMs swept
over htra, for the aftermath of that
pleasurable shock tu tha knowledge
that he still eared.
A shudder ran over the Airedale;
end presently the stump of his tall
began to heat the turf, feebly.
“Bandy r—Joyously.
"He's ell right," Mid Cathewe. con-
fidently. "Simply knocked out He’s
In luck. It's mighty herd to keep u
dog these days'; and yet I ccn't hon-
estly blams the niotortstx The ani-
mals will run at ths carx This la a
particularly fine brded. Never saw
anything like Mm around these parts.
Big and strong enough to tackle
bear," He began to pat the broad
head. And the wag ef the toll be-
came more energetic.
Tbe girl on her part began te ob-
serve. First, tbe hand, which was
lean and brown and well kept The
sleeve of the shirt, however, was
frayed at the cuff. The shirt also
lacked the top button, and there was
a sunburned patch at the baM of the
throat Brown corduroys, such as
Italian roadmonders wore; and the
bemt were tucked Into dusty russet
helf-bootx (As a matter of feet,
Cethewe kept these togs In the ofilce,
where be could don them whenever
the lure of the highway called, which
waa every day when the weather was
good.) The sight of hit face, how-
ever, hed the effect of a blow. Where
hqd she seen this handsome, vigorous
fact before? Somewhere; she was
positive of that. Fine, sensitive gray
eyes and a mouth which would have
been called beautiful In a woman.
And above this mouth she saw the
replica of her father's nose. Than,
from the corner of her eye, she saw
tho book. Jean Fabre, lu the orig-
inal I The face and handa of an artist
tho clothes of a day-laborer, and a vol-
ume of Fabre on Insects I She almost
forgot the dog.
"Sandy la all right. Rh. old top?"
Cathewe held out his hand.
Ths dog eyed the hand, qulxatcalty,
and approached. He permitted the
strange band to stroke Ms heed, and
his toll wagged a little.
"Well P said Betty, getting up.
"Bendy never permits strangers to
touch him.”
"But aU dogs knew me," said
Ohthewx picking up hie book. Tine
comrades, aren't they? I had a little
dog a while gone. He waa Just plain
dog. But that didn’t matter. We un-
derstood each ether at once."
Of all the unusual men I was her
thought What a beautiful bead! Cer-
tainly she had seen It before. Bnt
where? She must find out who he
wax No man so odd as this on# could
Wander about Bannister without be-
ing known.
"Pardon, but have 1 ever met you
before?" she asked suddenly.
"I dare say you hare seen me from
your ear."
"Probably that Is It Fabre. You
are reeding him In the original?"
"Good mental exercise."
"I suppose the ant’s Ilfs must hn
vary Interesting te you.* ‘
"Indeed, all Ufa la Interesting. Corns
along. I will show you no ant city, n
Canton of the Insect world."
Presently the philosopher came to n
brand, flat stoox Vary carefully he
put his fingers under the edge and
with a quick heuve sent the stono over.
The rarity was aswartn with auto.
Battalions and regiments scurried
about
She gazed fascinatedly at the black
atoms. They were taking hold of the
eggs and drawing theta rapidly Into In-
numerable subway*.
Ostensibly Betty was Interested In
the new ant city, but her tyM did not
convey any memorable impressions to
her brain; that was busy with conjec-
ture. A gentleman of her own sort,
becaoM he won courteous and unem-
barrassed. Apparently hs knew that
the was Dunlalgh Mansfield’s daughter,
and was not In the least awed by the
fact. That rather pleased her.
He did not Introduce himself, which
wae another good sign. It left her
feee to recognise him the next time
they met or pass him by. She was
quite confident that he was not n
native of Bannister. An out-of-doors
mnn and a scholar; the shabby clothes
now fitted Into the schema of thing*
Men did not pursue their studies In
natural history, dressed xs for a tea
party. Who and Whet wan he?
Nancy Maddox would know, Air
Nancy knew everybody In Bannister.
He would be very eaay to describe.
DouMIcm she would be meeting him
during the winter. She still retained
the vague Impression, however, that
■he hud seen him before, and not la
Bannister.
"Thank you," he hoard Betty any.
"It has been very interesting. I hare
lend Maeterlinck eg the bee, but Fabre
la an undiscovered country. Come,
Sandy; we must be going.”
There was an Impulse to offer her
hand to this unu to.il young mnn, but
she smothered It. She turned hack to-
ward the highway, the dog leaping and
barking Joyously.
"A I a iky dog,” said Catbews, smll-
E. C. GARVIN,
RANCH LOANS
l_~
leaulU. List jour laud tad lira 1‘IYC Stock & Real Estfl^C
•tnck with tis and lei us assist I
you ft market ulu*. I $ONOllA. TEXAH*
lag. "He has defied the law ef Into
slsttble ferae and liras to teU of It
Good hflmwon."
He croomd over to hlo boulder and
once more reclined against the sun-
warmed granite surface. He walivd
tor e little time, then peered around.
Her bet was Just vanishing down ths
drop of tha hill. Ha opened bis book
—upside down.
The postoni gate!" he murmured.
At half after five Nancy was agree-
ably surprised by tbe advent ef Betty.
“Nancy, I've hud the queerest ad-
eem ure," bogon Betty et once, end
rather breathlessly. "No; I don't waul
any tee. I came for some Information.
It was so droll and unusual."
And lightly, with thcM Gallic geto
turns which came so naturally, she re-
"It Hu Been Very Interesting."
counted whet had taken piece on the
top of the bill.
"Dreseed like n tramp and reads
Fabre In the original," mused Nancy.
She was about to hazard a guess when
tho telephone In her father’s ofilce
rang. "Just s moment, Betty. Tele-
phone. It may bo some patient of fa-
ther's." Once at the Instrument she
recognized Cntliewe's voice.
"Nuncy, Tve had rather an odd ex-
perience; and I'm going to depend up-
on you to help me eat. I’ve met Mans-
field's daughter. Please do not dis-
close my Identity. You understand? I
want to avoid her."
"Do you want me to lie, Brand?"
Nancy answered.
"Lie? Lord. ne I Only, I don't went
her to know who I am. I'm sorry.
Don’t Its an my account Tell her U
you must Good by."
Slowly Nancy set the receiver on thg
hook. She did not hasten heck to hef
guest. Why was her heart heavy with
foreboding? At last she returned te
the living room.
"Dressed like n tramp,” she repeat-
ed, "and reads Fabra In the original,
It might be one of your father's chet»
lata, Betty."
Nancy hated Ilea, and ahe hated hep
self for telling this one, when It was
not obligatory In tbe least She waa a
little afraid.
e e e e e e e
Altar hie Interview with Nancy
Out hews went In to hla mother.
"Play something before the maid
evince In to light up."
"What do you want me to plsy,
sonny?" In n soft Southern drawl.
"Rachmaninoff's Prelude."
“Thon things aren’t well with yon?"
Hew easy It bad become te read tha
boy’s mood by the kind of music ha
wanted!
Bhe ant on tha bench. but aha did not
begin tha Prelude. Instead, she struck
tbe opening bars of Farwslt’s Norwe-
gian Bong, plaintive rather than mel-
ancholy. She could dimly see him, his
chin In his palm, storing at a pattern
la ths CMneee rag.
“Betterr she asked softly.
"I am always better when I am with
you, mother. Life ts on astonishing
mesa, Isn't It! For the Innocent as
well as tor tha guilty. I, who have
never wittingly harmed anyone or doua
n mean thing. I must always carry
wtth me the sense of being hunted,
the foar of being found out. And I
have dragged you Into It."
"Sonny, Pd be very hnppy with
Nancy as my daughter,” she changed
the subject
The substance rather than the mi-
rage. But I don't love her. mother. I
know that But Is tho other a mirage?
Nancy soya not. What a muddle! My
new book—Pm afraid 111 have to
chuck It There are too muny other
things bussing about In my head. Here
comes Mlgnon. Dinner's ready." |
s e s s e e t j
In the great manor an Polygon hill,
lletty ant curled upon the broad win*
dow seat, watching the receding gold
and scarlet of the September sunset.
That to, she seemed to be watching It
In reality, she was just recovering
from n stunning, paralysing mental
blow. The door to the Apocalypse
had opened slightly. On her knees
lay a crumpled newspaper. She found
It on the floor of the limousine, where
some sardonic Jester had tossed It
"My father I They He, they lie!"
Down below, In the study, a local
hanker eyed the sod of his cigar
through halfclosed lids. Mansfield,
his fingers pyramided, watched him
expectantly.
"Do you want some unsolicited ad-
vice?" asked the banker, finally.
"Go ahead with It." said MansfleiC
smiling tolerantly.
"Clean tip these grogshops, whtril
you really own. Tear down your rg£
GATEWAY HOTEL
AND
Tallmadgc Coffee Shoppe
Open nil Night.
-Mrs. A. B. Talltnadfe,
Del Rio, Texas.
ton fitefrapa Olre the reform cu»|
dldnte the city hall to plnj "H* forl
two yours."
Mansfield laughed. I
“Dunlelgh." continued the banker,
"the people sre thinking. They are
finding the true cleavage betweeo j
right and wrong. I waru you. theyj
arv going ta do away with this i*»»llt* t
leal game a* you aud 1 know It. Thla
fellow Cathewe Is no ordinary dls-|
turher. I defy you to find u libel In ^
hla editorial comments. That hoy ^
goes down among men. He hasn't nc-,
cused you of doing anything criminal. |
i as understood hy luw. lie attacks .
, you from the moral aide. Murk me..
he'll soon lie after your new monitions |
plant. The temporary hospital you
i have erected Is too near the tankx
i An explosion would kaock It to flla-
. dors."
"l.et the rtty fire department advlM
me about that,” answered Mansfield, j
■bragging his shoulders. |
I “They are afraid of yon. and you
; know It. If anything does happen out,
, there—for lack of water—4t will be
' criminal negligence; sad this fellow1
i Cathewe will hang your hide on hto
j wall." I
"Well, how much has he borrowed
to keep hla vltuperoua rag going?”
j “Nothing.”
“How has he kept going on. then?"
! "I’ll come to that In a moment.
There are but seven stockholders In
■II. They have promlwd never tot
1 dispose of tlielr Interests to yon." . I
j "But I don't wnnt the rag. All I
-need Is to have him lose bis follow-1
{lug"
"And he Isn't losing It. The paper's
.circulation Is growing dally, despite
the fact that you struck off his local |
advertising. Something really vital Is.
: going on. The poor are beginning to
boycott the shops that hara with-
drawn their advertising at your com-
mand. Boon the advertisers will drift
:back. of necessity."
Mansfield frowned.
! "Dunlelgh, there's a mystery I cent
get to the bottom of. There see four
hanks In Rsnalster. Being president
.of one of them end ■ stockholder In
■II of them. I am In ■ position to find
out thlngx This young fellow Csthewe
has an active account In each bank,
and It to evident that he to paying the
losses out of his pocket. Once a
month he replenishes these with-
drawals.”
"Drafts on New Tork?"
“Cosh. Nothing traceable."
"How mnch la hta active account In
each hank?"
"One hundred thousand dollars,
cash !'*
"Nearly half a million?" gasped'
Mansfield, with a full feeling In his.
throat. I
"Yes.” continued the hanker. “Ifour
hundred thousand will keep his paper
going without advertisements for ten
yoarx Another queer thing. I don't.
know shout the other hank* hut at j
mine he lias two accounts, one gener-1
al and one special. The general sc-1
count Is never wore than two or three
thousand. The special account ts!
never drawn against except to pay the
paper's pay-checks and expenses.
Four hnudred thousand, behind a
newspaper like the Herald, haa a tre-
mendous power. My advice ts to get
your politics! and financial house In
order."
A droll Idea entered Mansfield's
head. He was not without humor. Bo
he returned to Ms desk, looked into
ths telephone book, and called s num-
ber. A woman's voice answered.
"I wish te speak with Mr. Cathewe.”
"Just a moment, please.”
Three or four minutes pnssrd.
“Hello! This Is Mr. Cathewe.
Whst do you wish to speak to ms
shout?”
“T wish to ask you some questions,
frankly. Why do you hate me?"
"I do not hate you. My attitude Is
absolutely Impersonal.”
“That's blunt enough. What would
you say If .1 expressed the opinion
that you carried out your part of the
bargain, and that the bAur had ar-
rived for me to carry out mine?"
A long pause.
“Kvents have made that Impossible.
I release yon.''
"You do not hold me. then? Still,
I am a good loser. I will introduce
you to my daughter."
“Bctwccn-your daughter and me there
Is the space of two worlds. I regret
that folly on board the ship. More-
over, I am a poor man. Every dollar
I have In this world I earn by honest
labor.”
"I don't quite get that. I haw been
duly Informed that yon have on de-
posit nearly half a million."
Another pause.
"Tliat money does not belong to me,
Mr. Mansfield.”
That was the end Of the conversa-
tion.
Munaflald then wrote two letter*
The first was local. It was to the chief
of police. It demanded as quickly as
possible ■ good photograph of Brandon
Cathewe. It did not matter how It was
obtained. Tbe (second letter was di-
rected to ■ celebrated detective agency
In New York. The best man they had
was wanted Immediately.
"Dinner to served, air," announced
the hutler from the doorway.
“Is Mlsa Betty down?"
“fihe beg* to be excused, sir."
Mansfield ran upstairs and rapped
M the door of hla daughter's boudoir.
‘•It Is father, Betty. Are you HIT
"No. daddy. Just tired and head-
achy."
"May t come bit"
He heard the key turn In the lock,
and he pushed In the door. He aow
Instantly that ahe had bean crying.
"I ... I mw that article In the
Herald,” she sobbed "It made ms
wild with fury. After you hare done
M much for Bannlsterl"
A warm glow pervaded hto heart
“Tuu ibtutfiT waste
that twaddle. Betty. IPs Ju*?
it's all a part of the game."
“Come along to <finner. I'vd
surprise for you. I'm sending
aunt, your mother's sister. You
not to be the only woman la tills'?
house. Your aunt is ■ charming wo
an. And there Is one thing, little tad]>\
I want you always to remsmber: You*',
mother's fortune makes you rich in
>*our uwu right. Do as you pleoM with
It. And when the day comes and you
fiud a iuau of your fancy, marry him.
Ill trust you to pick out one worth
while."
lie laughed, tucked her arm under
his, and led her to the stalrx
Around about ten that night you
would have found her on the floor be-
fore her boudoir fire, reading her toi-
ler*. She would read so far Into n
letter, and then a picture would drift
In between: blue sky, blue water, the
vague scent of clover, und an odd
young tmui bending over fist stouex ,
Kite wanted to throw the totters Into
the fire. It was Impoalble. She knew
that she would have regretted the uct
throughout her life. Bat to find souse
way out of tbe thralldom I
She put the letters In a Florentine
box, which she restored to a drawer.
She was about to close this when ber
eye was attracted by ■ slip of paper.
It wae a typewritten list of the bond*
and stocks and accumulated fund* ef
which her private fortune consisted.
Away down toward the end she cum*
upon something which she had not
noticed previously: “Fifty shares the
Bannister Morning Herald 1"
"The only way you ran break an
editor,” she murmured, "ts te taty hla
sheet and turn him adrift."
Thereupon a groat and glorious Idea
popped Into her head.
Affliction lor FI yon
A new malariv has visited th*
air mail pilots who tVaverao the
Hooky mountains in daily flight*—
“air bumpitis.* Its effects am
bruises and sprains of the back and
often the Irmbe. Recently two pilots,
after flying through a heavy wind
and “rough weather” over the conti-
nental divide, were obliged to go to
bed for a rest. Tbe bumps, pro-
duced by air currents from dissimi-
lar terrain, probably are worse over
the Hooky mountains than in any
other part of the transcontinental
mail route.
Lumbering Near tbe Pole
One hundred miles north of thn
Arctic circle the Utnbsky sawmill*
on the Kola peninsula have haco
repaired and wiU be in operation
this season. In summer time tha
daylight there is eonliouou* And
the mills enn make up for the long
winter month* when everything in
buried under mountains of anow.
Reindeers will carry the lumber
from mill to seoroast, where it will
bo loaded for export.
Nayutaek Helmet
A portable sheet-stoel helmet fat
a haystack has been designed for
protecting hay stored in an open
field. The sheets are securely fas-
tened to the top of the feed by
screw anchors. These anchors are
inserted through the sheet and
screwed to a depth of four feet into
the stack.
HOWEABOUT—
By ED HOWE
I*
tTNDEBT AKIN G
Robert Massie Co,
Day and Night
Phone 148
8m Angelo, Tezxi,
- •*,. ,,-nl by Tb- Bell eynillcslx Inc.)
In rCMfilnc a magazine I ran iirrom
a sentence winch iJl«l me gt«»J; I hop*
you may gait) la-uelit from It. also.
The writer was s convict grumbling
at decent people, and eaid: *'J»Is«r-
(Jcrly living docs more injury to i*
community than the few crimes which
earn for their perpclrutwss tong term.-*
of pcuol servitude."
Tib-re Is much In- the statement;
probably th* convict stole ll (ram w
respectable source, since convicts arts
not fulr and accurate thinkers.
-*-
Bvery du.v, iu m.v wulks I pass n
toDuly hi-o-c where Uvea a martyr wo-
man. lu the yard stands un old
wagon, hut there ore no horses In tho
ruuMe-dowti stable. Everywhere are
Htgmi of uegtect. A sou Is foolish, and
annoys the pclgldmrs a good deal. Oe-
caslonalfy ho hus a lit In the yard
when we see n hedniggled. unhappy
women hurry nut, and take him to-
side. The huahantf and father, we hear'
Is gone most of the time: Looking for
wnrk. snd rarely Undo ft. Two sunn
sre with the fnther. The mother Uvea
on whet the husband send* her, end
It to safe to My be doesn't send much.
... I don't care to do anything tor
the African IiMttien, but should Ilk*
to do something for this martyr wom-
en. and do not know how to go about
It
11 A - -
In India the fact to aa plain th*
none on a man's fare, that (here to to*
much religion. Ah<f tlfla religion ha*
lierome so rompltrated. because of cen-
turies of quarreliag shout It. that now
no ooe understands 11; If It has t
mean* of grace no on* knows how t*
take advantage of II. When In that
country n Brahmin priest who acted
■s my guide eonfeuoed that he did not
understand tils own religion and es-
ftresNcd the belief that ne one did.
American politics baa bocome an
complicated end uensingleM as th*
rdtgloa of the Hindu* In our coun-
try politicians exset a greater In*
and create more disturbance than re-
ft gl on does In India. There are no cur-
emoutea In the Hindu retlgton morn
meaningless than th* curemnnlM th
our politic*, our orators und writore
say more meanlngteM and foolish
things shout liberty. Justice, etc., than
the Hindu* say about their Joss Men.
are neglecting simple, Important,
true things ns regularly ga the Hindus,
■nd pay an equally grant pries for
talk about Jom Men stuffed with MW-
urnsuii
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