FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 1, 1935
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SYNOPSIS
Ben Elliott—from "Yonder"—
makes his entry Into the lumbering
town of Tlncup, bringing along an
old man, Don Stuart, who had been
eager to reach Tlncup. Elliott de
feats Bull Duval, "king of the river,"
and town bully, In a log-Mrllng con
tact. Nicholas Brandon, the town's
leading cltlxen, resents Stuart's pres
, ence, trying to force hlra to leave
town and Elliott, resenting the act,
knocks him down. Elliott Is arrest
ed, but finds a friend in Judge Able
Armltage. The Judge hires him to
ran the one lumber camp, the Hoot
Owl, that Brandon has not been able
to grab. This belongs to Dawn Mc-
Manus, daughter of Brandon's old
partner, who has disappeared with
a murder charge hanging over his
head. Brandon sends his bully, Du
val, to beat up Ben.
CHAPTER lll—Continued
Bird-Eye fell back, clinging to the
poker, his lips moving. It was Elli
ott's fight. Indeed. He had seen
many men fight before, had Bird-
Eye Blaine; born to a rough life, he
bad lived It fully. He had seen
«ountless battles but never had he
witnessed such a fury as Ben Elli
ott loosed then.
He drove out with both fists,
heedless of defense, blind to Du
val's counter offensive. He shouted
as be struck. He used a knee to
break another hold, be bit when
Duval tried to throttle him with the
grip of both hands. He danced as
the Bull sought to trample his feet
with his river calks, and all the time
be was striking. Again and again
Ms hard knuckles found their mark.
A bench went over as they waltzed
Into It Their combined weight
crashing against the bunks as Du
val tried desperately to clinch
again, smashed an upright and sent
men In the upper deck scurrying.
Dnst rose thickly. The sink was
ripped from Its place as Ben drove
the Bull Into It with a body blow,
and a chair was wrecked as Duval,
caught by another punch, went over
It backward with a crash.
Ben stood still, spread legged,
breathing hard, hands swinging In
a qwift rhythm of rage.
"Get up!" he panted. "Get up!
I've only started!"
Duval rolled over, his back to El
liott, and shoved himself to his
feet. Not until he bad risen and
faced about did the other move.
Then he closed with another of
those flying rushes, with one
pinned Duval against the wall, iitth
another sent his head crashing
against the window frame.
The Bull gave a bubbling roar
apd tried to grapple. His hands
were struck down. He swung
mightily, slowly, and missed, and
as he went by, off balance, a chop
ping stroke on the back of the
head floored him.
Again Elliott waited.
"Get up!" he cried thickly. "Get
up, Duval, and take the rest!"
The other started to move, look
ing over his shoulder with one eye
that remained open. He Baw a tall,
supple young man, hair awry, shirt
ripped open from neck to belt, cheek
bleeding, Jaws set stand there
swinging one flst as though the
knuckles were wild to strike again.
He sank back to the floor, shudder
ing.
On that -Elliott relaxed and moved
close.
"Enough?" he asked, sharply,
prodding the Bull with a toe of his
pac.
Duval moaned and shook his
head. He made as If to rise again
and Ben stepped back, giving him
every chance. /
The Bull did not get to his feet
He started to, drew one knee be
neath him, heaved and then sank
back to a hip. He swore heavily
and hung his head, propping his
torso by both great bands spread
wl4e on the floor.
"Through, Duval?" Ben asked and
It seemed as though his bruised and
battered face tried to twist In a
grin. The other gave no Intimation
of having heard. "There's more on
tap. Or have you got enough?"
And then, when no reply came
Elliott stooped, grasped the Bull's
shirt in his lands and half lifted
him.
"Let go!" the man blurted. "Let
go or I'll—"
He tried to twist away, tried to
strike Ben's legs, but his strength
was gone, beaten from his great
body. He was dragged across the
floor, river boots trailing over the
boards, straight to the doorway.
With one foot Elliott kicked open
the portal and with a heave flung
Duval, the lineup terror, Into the
trampled snow outside.
A half hour later Bull Duval, who
had washed his bleeding head and
face In the horse trough against the
shonted protests of Bird-Eye Blaine
that it would be unfit thereafter for
hls teams to drink from, shoved
himself erect and wiped trembling
hands on his mackinaw.
The door of the van opened and
Elliott emerged. He walked straight
to the bully and examined his vis
ible injuries critically.
"Fair Job," he said, as though to
himself, and grinned. "A fair Job,
Duval. But remember this: if you
ever set one of your feet in this
camp again, or on any operation
where I'm In charge, I'll give you a
licking you'lf remember! Now, Du
val, why'd you come out here this
morning? Who sent you?"
Duval looked away.
"Nobody," he said weakly. "I got
drunk. But . . . but if you're need
in' a man, I can work for a better
man than I am."
Ben shook his head.
"No use, chum. You're going to
tell me why you came and who sent
ycu. Was it Brandon?"
"No"—evasively.
"Sure? How much did he give
you to come here? Or are you on
the payroll to do such chores?"
"H—l, he didn't—"
"You're a worse liar than you are
a fighter by a mile or two, Duval.
Mine was a gcod guess, wasn't it?
What were his orders?"
"Well, he said If I didn't that
he'd—"
"Good I That's all I want to know.
There's the road. And you can take
this little message with you to
Brandon: Tell him that he needs
to send more and better men here
the next time. And as for you: 1
hire no men who can be hired to
fight another man's battles. Make
tracks, Duval!" /
It was a week later.
Old Don Stuart, propped on pil
lows in the narrow, cell-like room
of Joe Piette's hotel, listened to the
colorful account that Bird-Eye
Blaine, with many gestures and con
"Get . . . Paper."
slderable profanity, rendered for
him of what had transpired at Hoot
Owl since Ben Elliott had taken
charge of the operation.
". . . 'ndso he's got th' mill crew
a-wurrkln' their blessld heads of!
for him 'nd's got thut ragged-pants
gang av beet-weeders 'nd hay
pitchers thut passes fer a loggln*
crew doln' more'n they've evir done
In their lazy lolves before!"
"Good," gasped Stuart feebly and
tried to smile. "Good boy. But . . .
he's young and . . . alone against
Brandon. It'll be . . . that hard nut
he . . . was, lookln' for."
"Harrd?" Bird-Eye glared at him.
"Harrdl Th* harrder they come, th'
better pleased he Is! Sure 'nd he's
a glutten fer work, Donny I 'Nd th'
saints, they have a finger Into ut,
too, him a-comln' Just whin they'd
got pore owld Able licked. It'll be a
tough foigh#cr I'm a bad guesser,
but d —n me eyes, whut a folghter
th' Jad is!"
A restless light appeared in Don's
eyes and his thin old hands fidgeted
nervously with the blankets.
"A tough fight . . . Oh, he don't
know . . . Bird-Eye, what he's up
against" He struggled to sit erect
and his eyes shone brightly with an
odd sort of desperation. "If Bran
don can't ... drive him out ... one
way or another . . . he'll kill him."
He gasped and swallowed, evident
ly making a great effort to talk
rapidly. "I'm a coward, Bird-Eye.
. , . Been a d—n coward ... for
years. I've been . . . afraid to tell
. . . while I lived. Now . . . I'm
afraid to die with It ... on my
80Ul !"
He panted and Blaine looked in
alariji at his friend as these last
words took on significance for him.
"Lay /back, Donny. Dawn't gtt
yerself excited, b'y. ... Coward?
Naw, ye're no coward!"
THE ROCKY MOUNT HERALD
He grasped the sick man by the
shoulders and tried gently to force
him back on the pillows but the
old fellow resisted.
"Can't die. . . . Can't . . . with It
on . . . my soul!" he gasped and
lifted a face stamped with strange
appeal to the little man.
Bird-Eye stood back, solemn and
worried, scratching his head.
The other made a feeble gesture
with one hand.
"A man's got ... to fight fire
with . . . fire. Brandon'll get him
. . . unless he . / . unless . . ." He
put a hand to his throat and moved
his uplifted chin from side to side
as though strangling. "Want to
write ... a letter, Bird-Eye. Get
. . . paper. Fight . . . fire with Are 1"
This wns obviously no whim of a
sick man. His necessity was not
clear to Blaine but the other knew
old Don was gripped by a burning
conviction.
He hurried down the stairs, se
cured writing materials and, from
the table In the little office picked
up a mall-order-house catalogue.
With these he ascended to the sick
room again, taking the steps two at
a time.
"Here ye are I Book to wrolte
on, paper, envllope, pencil, . . . I'll
sit by ye, Donny."
Stuart did not start to write at
once.
He sat staring straight before
him in quandary, and then lifted
his gaze to the little man who
stood at his bedside.
"I'd like to be . . . alone, Bird-
Eye," he said in a faint whisper.
"I've been alone ... with It so long
... I think better alone."
The other shrugged.
"Ave course, Donny," he ac
quiesced. "Ave course. 01*11 come
back when ye're finished."
He went downstairs, rubbers
thumping on the treads, but he
stood at the bottom a long -interval,
shaking his head in misgiving and
muttering to himself. Then he
turned about and crept back as
softly as a cat On the upper land
ing he seated himself leaning
against the thin partition of
matched boards which separated
him from the sick man.
A- half hour, perhaps, Bird-Eye
sat there growing cramped and
chilly in the draughty hallway.
Then he leaped to his feet with a
little cry. From within had come
a long, retching gasp, a sharp creak
of bed springs, a thud on the floor.
Blaine burst into the room. The
catalogue was beside the bed. Old
Don lay half doubled forward, face
in the blankets, one limp hand
swaying slightly as it dangled over
the edge.
"Donny I Donny, b'y, what's up?"
He raised the limp figure, laid it
back, stared hard at the face which
now seemed so peaceful and then
ran excitedly down the stairway In
frenzied search of Joe Plette.
In the room was confusion after
Doctor Sweet answered the hasty
summons. The doctor felt vainly
for a pulse, touched the shrunken
breast of the old cruiser and then
turned away with a significant
shake of his head.
The usual things were said and
then Bird-Eye and the physician
were alone in the room. The little
Irishman's eyes brimmed with tears
but behind these wa3 an Intent look
as of one who impatiently awaits
opportunity to pursue a specific
purpose, and when the others
trooped down the stairway he
closed the door and returned hastily
to the bedside.
"Sure 'nd where is ut?"he asked
beneath his breath, riffling the
leaves of the bulky catalogue, shak
ing folds out of the rumpled blan
kets.
"What are you after, Bird-Eye?"
the doctor asked.
"Ah 1 Here ut be P
On his hands and knees, peering
beneath the bed, he uttered that
ejaculation and, reaching far un
der, rose to his knees with a sealed
envelope in his hands.
Across the face was a scrawl,
written with an indelible pencil
Blaine scowled as he tried to make
out the words, got to his feet, and
moved across the room to hold the
envelope closer to the light Doc
tor Sweet bent over it beside him.
"Ben Elliott," the latter read
aloud. "Open this when the nut
gets too hard to crack."
The doctor scratched his mus
tache. He turned his face to meet
Bird-Eye's startled gaze.
"It's somethln'. Doctor, thut he
didn'-t dare die with on his soul I
Somethln' he was fearful to tell If
he lived, as well. . . . Somethln'
. . ." His hand holding the letter
trembled sharply.
"Brandon for sure I" Bird-Eye
whispered hoarsely. " 'Twas Bran
don kept Donny out av Tlncup fer
years, wa'n't it? 'Twas Brandon
tuk him when he was hlttin' th'
booze years back 'nd made a slave
av him, he did! It's Brandon who's
be'n comln' here ivery night, not
loike you or I'd come, but loike a
masther 'd come to watch a slave
. . . a slave he was a-scared to
have around. . . .
"Why was a rich man loike Nick
Brandon afraid av 'n owld bum like
Donny?" he demanded, shaking the
letter almost accusingly close In the
other's face. "Who was't with Fax
son when he died? Who was 't put
Faxson's murder on McManus?" He
gesticulated gravely toward the
bed. "Him. . . . Him, Nick Bran
don's slave, who wance was a man,
who wlnt to hell with booze, who's
truckled to Brandon evlr since un
til his pore owld heart broke 1"
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A queer hesitancy crept Into his
manner on this as though be shrank
from knowing the reply and Doc
tor Sweet turned to Bird-Eye Blaine
Inquiringly. But Bird-Eye did not
look at the doctor. He was staring
at Brandon und as that individual's
gaze, following the doctor's, en
countered his, the Irishman's lips
twitched Into a bitter smile.
"So you're after wonderln' whut
pore owld Donny said on his death
bed, are ye?" he demanded, an J
with that challenge stepped down
from the stairway and crossed the
floor slowly toward Brandon. "So
ye're worryin', now, over whut he
molght 've said, eh?"
"Worrying?' Brandon countered
steadily. "You're either drunk or
crazy, Blaine!"
"Mebby I"—with a sharp nod.
"Mebbe both. But old Donny wa'o't
... He didn't do talkln', Misther
Brandon. Rid yer molnd av that
worry. Sure, *nd he didn't talk to a
soul av what was on his molnd whin
he knowed he lay dyln'. ... No
talk I No talk fer somebody to re
pate 'nd git twisted up *nd lave
out things thut shuld 've be'n told.
... He wrote utl That's whut he
done, Brandon I"—voice mounting.
"He wrote utl 'Nd he wrote ut fer
one who'll make ut so hot that ye'll
wish ye was slzzlln' In hell!"
With a sweeping gesture he thrust
the envelope close to Brandon's face,
so close that the man jerked his
head backward sharply.
"He wrote utl" Bird-Eye cried
triumphantly. • " 'Nd may th' saints
speed th' day whin Misther Elliott
puts to use th' thing owld Donny
had to tell!"
Grimly he poised an Instant be
fore the larger man. Then he thrust
the letter Into his shirt pocket, but
toned his Jacket tightly across It,
slapped his chest decisively, almost
boastfully, and without another
word strode to the door and let him
self out Into the street
It was late when Bird-Eye stepped
Into the darkness of the tiny office
where Ben Elliott slept at Hoot
Owl, struck a match, lifted It high
above his head and spoke:
"HI! Misther Elliott 1" Ben roused
himself and squinted at the flick
ering match. "Get up! Rouse upt
I got big news for ye!"
They lighted a lantern, and by
Its glow Ben read the Inscription
on the letter which Don Stuart had
left him as Bird-Eye hastily and ex
citedly explained.
, "There's somethln' In ut Donny'd
carried secrut fer long!" he whis
pered hoarsely. "Ut's to do with
Brandon, with flghtln' flre with flre,
or I'm th' worst guesser in th*
woods!"
"Poor old beggar" Ben said gen
tly. "Tough to die that way. And
I never got In to see him again!"
Bird-Eye nodded. "Yes. But mebby
he's done ye as great a favor as
anny man evlr done! The's some
thin* in ut about Sam Faxson 'nd
McManus. I'd bet me last shirt 1"
" Ben shrugged and turned tjie en
velope over. Then he rose, yawned
and slipped It Into the drawer of
the plain table that did service for
an office desk.
"Ain't ye goln' to read ut event"
Bird-Eye demanded in extreme
amazement i
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Strongest Will Rul*
Seemingly, the only law possible
between nations is the rule of the
stronger.
,TH CAROLINA
ocommon Sense
) By JOHN'BLAKE
g). Bell Syndicate—WNU Service
L
he thing that may count most
•ust young people hunting Jobs
is slovenly speech.
Slovenly There can be no
Sneech sound objection to
slang, if it is smart
sf and used in moderation,
ut bad grammar, and the con
t use of expressions which are
rtantly employed by young men
I women who are trying to be
jht, are a positive handicap,
t Is easy to say that you Inher
-1 your speech from parents who
I no chance to get an education,
It Is nonsense.
bme of the ablest and most bril
£ men and women of the time
e from parents who spoke Eng
j very lamely; others from parents
b spoke with foreign accents.
po not try to speak elaborately,
to use big words.
Speak directly, clearly and forci
7.
fCnow the exact meaning of every
•rd you use.
Associate as much as Is possible
h people who use correct speech,
id books by writers who know
r to use good English.
• ••••••
Vlake It a practice to read the
;.'tionary.
By that I do not mean to begin
Ith A and end with Z.
U mean to study pronunciation
d meanings, and to make sure
it you will remember them.
\Vhenever you are In doubt about
word look It up.
Otherwise you are going to he
.barrassed some time when you
Under through a sentence and
aken the smiles of those who
ar you.
Good talkers always start with
advantage. But they must be
od talkers, not merely glib talk
s.
,They must know what they are
talking about, and where to find
the words to do It
• ••••••
As for slang, It Is often effective,
but It must be used with great in
telligence.
The person who employs the same
slang phrase over and over again is
going to weary those with or to whom
he speaks before long, and be put
down for a hopeless bore.
If possible learn another lan
guage. It will help you with your
own tongue.
A foundation In Latin Is good,
but by no means necessary.
Your own language Is quite suffi
cient for all the necessities of con
versation and for many of the orna
ments.
Read and listen. Read and listen.
Over and over again.
• •••*••
Pity the person who Is not an
adventurer. The cautious person
may be safe, but
He is rarely happy.
Adventure The mtle bov>
running away for
the first time feels a thrill that he
may never know again.
"For to admire and for to see,"
Is one of the real objects in life.
Never having had the opportu
nity to run away to sea, I am not
sure If that is a pleasant and profit
able undertaking.
But I shall always regret that it
was not numbered among my ex
periences.
I often wonder why people who
live near high mountains are not
continually scaling them.
I notice that those who have
climbed mountains, climb them
again and again when they have
a chance.
• ••••••
A relative of mine, whose busi
ness Is rather a dreary one, takes
two weeks off every year and spends
them In climbing the tall peaks of
Oregon and California.
Not long ago, having no new
mountains to scale In his own sec
tion of the country he made a trip
to Switzerland and climbed some of
the steepest of the Alps.
The last time 1 saw him he was
regretting that he was too old to
try to cross the Himalayas In a
plane.
Most of us are adventurers at
heart and It is too bad that we all
do not have the courage or the op
portunity to go forth now and then
and take quite unnecessary chances.
Ours Is a race that craves excite
ment of some sort or other.
To be timid Is to be miserable.
I would not advise young men to
take up the business of lion-tapiing,
or of "stunt" flying, but I would
advise them. If they are living hum
drum lives to go out and find a little
excitement every so often, to search
for adventures that hold some sort
of a thrill, and which they will re
member happily for all their days.
• ••••'••
I am sure that it Is more the ex
citement of the game than the de
sire to get money and still more
money which leads so many men to
the stock market •
A memory that Is filled with ad
venture and experience Is the kind
of a memory I should love to have.
This is a world that it well worth
seeing. Travel is worth many timet
itt cost.
Roman Soldiers Brought
, Harp Back From Britain
The Irish claim to have origi
nated the harp. Undoubtedly the
oriental harps were earlier, though
the Iloman legions brought the Irish
harp bark from Britain, asserts a
writer In the Washington Post i
The bid Irish harp had three rows
of strings. The old laws of Wales
mention the use of the harp as one
of three points that distinguished
the freeman from the slave, and
pretenders were often discovered
by their unskillful use of it Only
the king, his musicians, and the
gentlemen of the realm could own
a harp; and slaves were forbidden
even to touch the instrument. For a
time the popularity of the harp was
threatened by ' the guitar, when a
troupe of Spanish players toured
England. But when humble people
began to buy guitars, fashionable
people gave up plans for learning
It, and contiqued to buy harps.
The orchestral harp has 50
strings. The frame rests on the
pedestal, which contains the pedals,
the large hollow body or back ris
ing from this, with the soundboard
at Its upper face. The strings are
attached with the pins by which
- they are tuned. The harp has seven
pedals, onch double-acting, and so
contrived that certain strings can be
shortened and their pitch raised a
semitone or a tone. The instrument
may thus be set In any desired key.
Harp music is written for two
hands, on two staffs similar to pi
ano music. Flat keys sound best,
because then most of the strings are
open, vibrating at full length.
Clarinet Is Most Useful
of Instruments in Band
The clarinet, like other members
of the wood-wind fairlly, goes back
to those Instruments . sed by Tan,
when nymphs and fauns danced to
the gay music of pipes in the woods.
Since those early woodland days,
says an authority In the Washing
ton Post, the. pipe has undergone
many changes. The mouthpiece
was given a double reed for the
oboe, the English horn and the bas
soons, but In the clarinet only a
single reed Is used. Much as the
clarinet resembles the oboe, It does
not taper, and Is of equal thickness
until the end, where It flares into a
bell. Of all the wood-wind Instru
ments, the clarinet is the most use
i ful because of Its wide range, Its
ease of playing and the great va
riety of tone.
Clarinets are made In different
keys and pitches. The ones In B
flat and A are most commonly In
use, although some of the scores
call for clarinets In C, E flat and D.
Occasionally an alto clarinet Is em
ployed. and, more frequently, a bass
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clarinet, which Is the largest and
deepest pitched Instrument of this
family. It has a crook for the
mouthpiece, and a large bell. It
sounds an octave below the B flat
clarinet.
The clarinet was the last Instru
ment to enter the classical orphes
tra. Mozart was the first composer
to bring out Its chief possibilities.
Big Bertha's Long Range
Outclassed Other Guns
Typical artillery of the World
war, writes John A. Menaugh, in
the Chicago Tribune, were the fol
lowing British guns: The 14-inch
gun, with a range of 20 miles; the
12-Inch gun, with a range of 19
miles; the 0.2-inch jiun, tiring a
shell 15 miles; the 0-inch gun, with
a range of 10 miles; the 12-inch
howitzer, hurling a shell 8 miles;
the 60-pounder rifle, with a range
of more than 7 miles; the 0.2-Inch
howitzer, shooting 7 miles; the 18-
pounder field piece, with a range
of about 9,400 yards;' the 4.5-lnch
howitzer, with a range of 7,000
yards; and the 3.7-Inch howitzer,
shooting r>,Boo yards.
The maximum range of the huge
German 42-centimpter howitzers
that were used against the forts at
Antwerp was 10,300 yards. The
German 6.69-Inch trench mortar
threw a shell 1,250 yards. The Ger
man Minenwerfer was capable of
throwing a 50-pound trench bomb
450 yards.
It was the German long-range
gun, the Big Bertha, however, that
was the most talked-of weapon of
the World war. A number of guns
of this type were employed In shell
ing Paris.
Others of the guns had different
maximum ranges, the greatest only
slightly less than 80 miles.
Three-Horned Steer
Exhibited in Zoo
Hprshey, Pa. —A three-horned
steer Is one of the exhibits at
the Hershey Zoological garden.
The animal was presented to the
garden by Walter M. Dun lap,
of the Union Stock Yards, of
Lancaster, Pa. Ward Walker, di
rector of the zoo, said he "would
break the unwritten law of
zoological gardens against ex
hibiting freakish animals" and
keep the yearling steer.
Phone 265 'jjjjj
PEERLESS CLEANERS
Dry Cleaners, Dyers,
Tailors, Hatters
127 Rose Street
Rocky Mount,
YOUR EYES ———
Are your bread winners, don't
neglect them, have them exam
ined occasionally.
DR. L. G. SHAFFER
OPTOMETRIST
Offic* la
BPSTEIN BUILDING
Phone 662 for an
__ appointment
BATTLE & BARNES
General Machinery and
Automobile Repairs. Electric
and Acetylene Welding. Lawn
Mower Repairs. Portable
Equipment for Outside Work.
PHONE 270
235-239 S. Washington St.
FOR
MEAL
Ground on old fashiond water
mill rocks from home grown corn
CALL
THE ROCKY MOUNT
MILLING COMPANY
J H. TAYLOR. Miller
1223 Branch Street. Phone 834