«03T NOTICE OK INTEREST TO
CAROLINIANS.
Durham.— With many, prominent
state officials and citizens attending,
the funeral services of Victor Silas
.» Bryant, prominent attorney. Were con
ducted" at the home on Maaabead
Heights.
Burlington.—The local company of
the National Guard has* about complet
ed arrangements for the encampment.
Captain Copeland, company commao
- der, is very much gratified with the .
Ini&reet and enthusiasm the members
have shown in the work. .
Ashevllle.—F. W. Monnish, aged 80,
was shot and killed at Rldgecrest by
J. F. Harris, 52. Monnish, a promi
nent business man of Tuscaloosa, Ala.,
wae* walking along the main street
when Harris poured three shots into
him from a shotgun.
Rutherfordton.—George Flack; one
of the oldest and best known citizens
of Rutherford county, died 1 at , his
home near Gilkey. He was 85 yeara
old and was. a Confederate veteran,
having served four years In the Con
federate army.
Wilmington.—Selecting Henderqon
vllle as the next meeting place and
electing Cyrus O. Hggue, Wilmington,
fas commander over Walter Clark, Jr.,
by a small majority, and Miss Alice
dray of Wlnston-Saleta, as "vice com
imander, the North Carolina depart
ment of the American Legion ad
journed.
Henderson.—The business men of
IHenderson have become thoroughly
aroused over the action of the Vir
ginia Corporation Commission and
the cities in that state in their peti
tion to the Interstate Commerce Com
mission to give a rehearing in the
matter of adjustment of the freight
rates as. between the two states. *
Washington.—Sale of the Liberty
shipyard at Wilmington, N. C., to tils
city of Wilmington for 137,600 was an
nounced by the shipping board.
• ;« . *
Greensboro.—Mrs. Amanda Bouldln,
aged 66, who lived on the Winston-
Salem road about eight miles from
Guilford College,was burned to death
at her home.
Raleigh.—Governor Bickett pardon
ed James Knotts „of Mecklenburg
county, who was sentenced in Septem
ber, 1914, to 1,5 years in the peniten
tiary for assaulting two Charlotte
{policeman.
Wadesboro—A number of new resi
dences have recently been completed
in the Mont Calm section of the city
and others will shortly be erected
there. That section of the city ts
ing rapidly built up.
Charlote.—A pageant to commemo
rate the 300 th anniversary of tfhe land
ing of the Mayflower is one of the fea
tures planned to take place close to
-the Thanksgivlpg season by the First
Baptist church, Dr. Luther 'Little, the
pastor, has announced.
Rocky Mount. After having been
caught in a belt at the plant of the
Carolina Stave Company at Log, be
tween Enfield and Halifax, J. H.
Owens, white, 26 years of age, died
on the train while being rushed to
this city for medical attention.
Salisbury.—The September term
of Rowan superior court Which con.
venes on the 13th has a larger num
ber of divorce cases on Its docket
than any court in this county has ever
carried. There are twenty-five in all.
Ashevllle,—W. L. Brooker, for more
then ten years superintendent of the
Florence, S. C., public schools, was
elected superintendent of the Ashe
vllle city schools during a special ses
sion of the city commission.
Winston-Salem.—Joan Neal, divi
sion sales manager for the R. J. Rey
nolds Tobacco Company, with head
quarters at Omaha, Neb., died In a
hospital there after two weeks' illness
.with pneumonia. The deceased was a
native of this county and was popular. i
Greensooro. —The Greensboro Mln
istrlal association has lifted its voice
against Sunday sport, passing a res
olution urging the Greensboro Coun
try club not to strike out a provision
In its charter relating to Sunday
games. -j
Hickory.—Major J. D. Elliott has ap
pointed Councllmen N. W. Clark and
E. Lyerly and City Manager R. G.
Henry to confer with the town au
thorities of West Hickory and High
land relative to annexation with Hick
ory.
Greensboro.—Two white boys, John
and Clifton Ste«prt, aged 13 and 11,
the sons of Adolphus Stewart, a farm
'er, who lives about four miles from
here were drowned in a pond near
their father's home.
Shelby.— E - L. Millsaps of State*
vllle, and Miss Maude Wallace, form
and home demonstrators, made
speeches in the court house to a
crowd that filled the large auditorium.
They placed special emphasis on the
Importance of the national farm
frareaa.
' ' ' - 1
THE VALLEY GIANTS]
By PETER B. KYNE
Author of "Cappy Ricks"
. ' A Copyright fcy Peter B. ltyne
NO QUARTER.
Synopsis.—Pioneer in the Califor
nia. redwood region, John Cardigan,
at forty-seven, is the leading citizen
of Sequoia, owner of mills, ships,
and many acres of timber, s wid
ower after three years of married
life, and father of two-year-old
Bryoe Cardigan. At fourteen Bryce
makes the acquaintance of Shirley
Sumner, a visitor at Sequoia, and
bis Junior by a few years. Together
they visit the Falley of the Slants,
sacred to John cardigan and his
son as the burial place of Bryca's
mother, and part with mutual re
gret, While Bryce is at college
John Cardigan meets with heavy
business losses and for the first
time views the future with uncer
tainty. After graduation from col
lege, and a trip abroad, Bryce Car
digan comes home. On the train he
'meets 'Shirley Sumner,' on her way
to Sequoia to make her home there
with her uncle, Colonel Pennington.
Bryce learns that his father's eye
sight has failed and that Colonel
Penrtlngton is seeking to tajce ad
vantage of the old man's business
misfortunes. John Cardigan Is de
spairing, but Bryce Is full of fight
Bryce finds a burl redwood felled
across his mother's grave. He goes
to dinner at Pennington's on Shir
ley's invitation and finds the din
ing room paneled with burl from
v the tree. Bryce and Pennington de
clare war, though Shirley does not
know It. Bryce bests Jules Ron
deau, Pennington's fighting- logging
DOSS, and forces him to confess that
Pennington ordered the burl tree
cut Pennington butts into the
fight and gets hurt Bryce stands
oil a gang of Pennington's lumber
men. Bhlrley, who sees it all, tells
Bryce It must be "goodby." Bryce
renews acquaintance with Molra
McTavlsh, daughter of hi* drunken
woods-boss. Bryce iaves the lives
of Shirley and her uncle when «r
logging train runs away.
' i"
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CHAPTER Vlll.—Continued. ,
At the sound of Bryce's voice, Shir
ley raised her head, whirled and
looked up at him. He held his hand
kerchief over his gory face that the
sight might not distress her; he could
have whooped with delight at the Joy
that flashed through her wet lids.
"Well, since you Insist" he replied,
and he slid down the bank.
"Bryce Cardigan," she commanded
sternly, "come down herb this instant."
"Tm not a pretty sight Shirley. Bet
ter let me go about my business."
She stamped her foot. "Come here!"
"How did you get up there—and
what do you mean by hiding theft spy
ing on me, you—you—oh, you!"
"Cuss a little, if It will help any," be
suggested. "I had to get out of your
way—out of sight—and up there was
the best place. I was on the roof of
the caboose wherf It toppled over, so
all I had to do was step ashore and alt
down."
"Then why didn't you stay there?"
she demanded furiously.
"You wouldn't let me," he answered
demurely. "And when I saw you weep
ing because I was supposed to be with
the angels, I couldn't help coughing to
let yon know I was still hanging
around, ornery as a book agent"
"How did you ruin your face, Mr.
Cardigan?"
"Tried to take a cast the front
end of the caboose In my classic coun
tenance —that's all."
"But you were riding the top log on
the last truck —"
"Certainly, but I wasn't hayseed
enough to stay there until we struck
this curve. I knew exactly what was
going to happen, so I climbed down to
J
4k
"Wall, Sine* You Insist."
the bumper of the caboose, uncoupled
K from the track, climbed up on tbe
roof, and managed to get tbe old thine
under control with tbe hand-brake;
tktn I skedaddled np into tbe brash
because I knew yon were inside, and
By the way, Colonel Pennington,
here is your axe, which I borrowed this
afternoon. Much obliged for its use.
The last np-train is probably
;o* the siding at yiaehealet to pas*
the late lamented; consequently a
walk of about a mile will bring you a
means of transportation back to Se
quoia. Walk leisurely—you have totii
of time. As for myself, Tm in a hurry,
and my room Is more greatly to be
desired than my company, so Til start
now,"
He lifted his brft, turned, and walked
briskly down th§ ruined track.
Shirley made a. little gesture of dis
sent, half opened her lips to call him
back, thought better of it, and let him
go. When he was out of sight, it
dawned on her that he had risked his
life to save hers.
"Uncle Seth," she said soberty,
"what would have happened to us if
Bryce Cardigan had not come up
here today to thrash your woods
boss?" .
"We'd both be in Kingdom Come
now," he answered truthfully. "But
before yon permit yourself to be car
ried awffy by the spfendor of his ac
tion in cutting out the caboose and
getting it under control, it might be
well to remember that his own
precious hide was at stake also. He
would have cut the caboose out even
if you and I had not been in it"
"No, he would not," she insisted, for
the thought that he had done It for
her sake was very sweet to her and
would persist "Cooped up in the ca
boose, we did not know the train was
running away until It was too late for
us to Jump, while Bryce Cardigan,
riding ont on the logs, must, have
known it almost Immediately. He
would have had time to jump before
the runaway gathered too much head
way—and he would have Jumped,
Uncle Seth,- for his father's sake."
"Well, h® certainly didn't stay for
mine, Shirley."
She dried her moist eyes and blushed
furiously. "Uncle Seth," she pleaded,
taking him lovingly by the arm, "let's
b.e friends 'With Bryce Cardigan; let's
get together and agree on an equitable
contract for freighting his logs over
our road."
"You are now," he replied severely,
"mixing sentiment and business; if
you persist, the result will be chaos.
Cardigan is practically a pauper now,
which makes him a poor business risk,
and you'll please me greatly by leav
ing him severely alone—by making
blm keep his distance."
Til not do that," she answered with
a quiet finality that caused her tmcle
to favor her with a quick, searching
glance.
He need not have worried, however,
for Bryce Cardigan was too well
aware o'f his own financial condition,
to risk the humiliation of asking Shir
ley Sumner to share It with him.
Moreover, he had embarked upon a
war—a war which he meant to fight
to a finish.
CHAPTER IX.
George Sea Otter, summoned by
telephone, came out to Freshwater, the
station nearest the wreck, apd trans
ported his battered young master back
to Sequoia. Here Bryce .sought the
doctor in the Cardigan Redwood Lum
ber company's little hospital and had
his wrecked nose reorganized and his
cuts bandaged. It was characteristic
of his father's son that when this* de
tail had been attended to, he should go
to the office and work until the six
o'clock whistle blew.
Old Cardigan was waiting for him
at the gate when he reached home.
George Sea Otter had already given
the old man a more or less garbled ac
count of the runaway log-train, and
Cardigan eagerly awaited his son's ar
rival In order to ascertain the details
of this new disaster which had come
upog them. For disaster It was, In
truth. The loss of the logs was trifling
—"perhaps three or four thousand dol
lars; the destruction of the rolling
stock was the crowning misfortune.
Both Cardigans knew that Pennington
would eagerly seize upon that point t«
stint his competitor still further on
logging equipment, that there would
be delays—purposeful but apparently
unavoidable —before this lost rolling
stock would be replaced. And in the
Interim the Cardigan mill, unable to
get a sufficient supply of logs to fill
orders In band, would be forced to
close down.
"Well, son," said John Cardigan
mildly as Bryce unlatched the gate,
"another bump, eh?"
"Yes, sir—right on the nose."
"I meant another bump to your
heritage, my son."
"I'm worrying more about my nose,
partner. In fact not worrying
about my heritage at aIL I've come to
a decision on that point; We're going
to fight and fight to the last; we're go
ing down fighting. And by the way, I
started the fight this afternoon. I
whaled the wadding out of that bucko
woods-boss of Pennington's, and as a
special compliment to you, John Cardi
gan, I did an almighty fine job of
cleaning. Even went so far as to
muss the Colonel up a little."
"Wow, wow, Bryce f Bully for you!
I wanted that man Rondeau taken
apart He has terrorized our woods
men for a long time. -He's king of the
mad-train, yon knew."
Bryce was rttleved. His CatMr M
not know, then, of the act of vandal-
Ism In the Valley of the Giants. This
fact strengthened Bryce's resolve not
to tell Mm.
Arm In arm they walked up the gar
den path together.
Just as they entered the house, the
telephone In the ball tinkled, and
Bryce answered.
"Mr. Cardigan," came Shirley Sum- 1
ner's voice over the wire. *
"Brjce," he corrected her. 1 *v>
She Ignored the correction.
"I—l don't know what to say to
yon," she faltered. "I rang up to tell
yon how splendid and heroic your ac
tion was— n
"I had my own life to save, Shirley."
"Yon did not think of that at the
tlaie."
"Well—l didn't think of your uncle's,
either," he replied without enthusiasm.
"I'm sure we never can hope to
catch even with you, Mr. Cardigan."
-«► "Don't try. Your revered relative
will not; so why should you?"
"You are making It somfwhat hard
for me to—to rehabilitate our friend
ship, Mr. Cardigan."
"Bless jrour heart,'* he murmured.
"The very fact that you bothered to
rjng me up at all makes me your
debtor. Shirley, can you stand some
plain speaking—between friends, I
mean?"
"I think so, Mr. Cardigan."
"Well, then," said Bryce, "listen to
this: I am your ancle's enemy until'
death do us part. Neither he nor I
expect to ask or to give quarter, and
I'm going to smash him If I can."
"If you do, you smash me," she
warned him.
"Likewise our friendship. I'm sorry,
but it's got to be done If I can do it.
Shall—shall we say good-by, Shirley?"
"Yes-s-st" There was a break In
her voice. "Good-by, Mr. Cardigan. I
wanted to know." >
"Good-by 1 Well, that's cutting the
mustard," he murmured sotto voce,
"and there goes another bright day
dream." Unknown to himself, he
spoke directly Into the transmitter,
and Shirley, clinging half hopefully to
the receiver at the other end at the
wire, heard him—caught every Inflec
tion of the words, commonplace
enJugh, but freighted with the pathos
of Bryce's first real tragedy.
"Oh, Bryce!'' she cried sharply. But
he did not hear her; he had hung up
bis receiver now.
The week that ensned was remarka
ble for the "amount of work Bryce ac
complished In the Investigation of his
father's affairs—also for a visit from
Donald McTavlsh, the woods-boss.
"Hello, McTavlsh," Bryce saluted
the woods-boss cheerfully and extend
ed tya hand for a cordial greeting. His
wayward employee stood up, took the
proffered hand In both of his huge and
callous ones, and held it rather child
ishly. ,
"Weel! Tls the wee laddie htael',"
he boomed. "I'm glad to see ye, boy."
"You'd have seen me the day before
yesterday—lf you had been seeable,"
Bryce reminded him with a bright
smile. "Mac, old man, they tell me
you've gotten to be a regular go-to
hell."
"HI nae I take a wee drapple
now an' then," the woods-boas admit
ted frankly, albeit there was a har
ried, hangdog look In his eyes.
"Mac, did Molra give you my mes
sage?" ,
"Aye."
"Well, I guess we understand each
other, Mac. Was there something
else you wanted to see me about?"
McTavlsh sidled up to the desk.
"Yell no be flrln* ,au!d Mac oot o'
hand?" he pleaded hopefully. "Mon,
ha ye the heart to do It—after a* these
years?"
Bryce nodded. "If you have the
heart —after all these years—to draw
pay you do not earn, then I, have the
heart to put a better man In your
place. It's no good arguing, Mac.
You're off the pay roll onto the pen
sion roll—your shanty in the woods,
your meals at the camp kitchen, your
clothing and tobacco that I send out
to you. Neither more nor less I"
"Who will ye pit In ma place?"
"I don't know. However, t lt won't
be a difficult task to find a better man
than you."
"I'll nae let him work." McTavlsh's
voice deepened to a growl.
"Yon worked that racket on my fa
ther. Try it on me, and you'll answer
to me—personally. Lay the weight of
your finger on your successor, Mac,
and youll die in the county poor farm.
No threats, old man I You know the
Cardigans; they never bluff." ,
McTavlsh's glance met the youthful
master's for several seconds; then the
woods boss trembled, and his gaze
sought the office floor. Bryce knew
he had his man whipped at last, and
McTavlsh realised It, too, for quite
suddenly he burst into tears.
"Dinna fire me, lad," he pleaded.
Til gae back on the Job an' leave
wbusky alone."
"Nothing doing, Mac. Leave whisky
alone for a year and Til discbarge
your successor to give yoa back your
Job. For the present, however, ay
vjrdlct stands. You're discharged."
"Who kens the Cardigan woods as :
1 IMB (tear Mfltovlsh blubber*.
"Who'll fell trees wl' 'the least amount
o' breakage? WhoU get the work oatr
o' the men? Who'll— Ye dlnna pxav
It, lad. Ye canna mean it" >
"On your way, Mac. I loathe Argu
ments."
"I maun see yer falther aboot this.
He'll nae Bland for sic treatment o'
an auld employee."
v Bryce's temper flared lip. "Ton
keep from my father. You've
worried him enough In the past, you
drunkard. If you go no to the house
to annoy my father with your plead
ings, McTavtsh, I'll manhandle you."
He glanced at his watch. "The next
train leaves for the woods In twenty
minutes. If you do not go back on It
and behave yourself, you can never
go back to Cardigan woods."
"I will uae take charity from any
man," McTavtsh thundered. "I'll nae
bother i the owd man, an' 111 nae go
back to yon woods to live on yer
bounty. I was never a man to take
charity," he roared furiously, and left
the office. Bryce called after him a
cheerful good-bye, but he did not an
swer. And he did ndt remain In town ;
neither did he return to his shanty
"11l Nae Taks Charity From Any
Man."
In the woods. For a month hla where
abouts remained a mystery; Uvea one
day Molra received a letter from him
Informing her that he had a job knee
bolting In a shingle mill In Mendocino
county.
In the Interim Bryce had not bee*
Idle. From hla wood crew he picked
an old, experienced band—one Jabes
Curtis—to take the place of the van
ished McTavlsh. Colonel Penning
ton, having repaired In three days the
gap In bis railroad, wrote a letter to
the Cardigan Redwood Lumber com
pany, Informing Bryce that nntll more
equipment could be purchased and de
livered to take the place of the rolling
stock destroyed In the wreck, the lat
ter would have to be content with
half deliveries; whereupon Bryce Ir
riated the Colonel profoundly by pur
chasing a lot of second-hand trucks
from a bankrupt sugar-pine mill In
Lassen county and delivering them to
the Colonel's road via the deck of a
steam schooner.
"That wlli Insure delivery of snA
dent logs to get out our orders on
file," Bryce Informed his father.
"While we are Morally certain our
mill will run but one year longer, I
Intend that It shall run full capacity
for that year. To be exact, I'm go
ing to run a night shift."
"Our finances won't stand the ever
head of a night shift, I tell you," bis
father warned.
"I know we haven't sufficient cash
on hand to attempt It, dad, but—l'm
going to borrow some."
"From whom? No bank in Sequoia
will lend us a penny."
"Did you sound the Sequoia Bank
of Commerce?"
"Certainly not. Pennington owns
the controlling Interest In that bank,
and I was never a man to waste my
time."
Bryce chuckled. "I don't care where
the money comes from so long as I
get It partner. Desperate circum
stances require desperate measures,
you know, and the day before yeeter
day, when I was quite Ignorant of th-
fact that Colonel Pennington control?
the Sequoia Bank of Commerce,
drifted in on the president and casual
ly struck him for a loan of one hun
dred thousand dollars."
"Well, I*ll be shot, Bryce! What
did he say?"
"Said he'd take the matter under
consideration and give me an answer
this morning. He asked me, of coarse,
what I wanted that much money for,
and I told htm 1 was going to run a
night shift, double my force of men In
the woods, and buy some more logging
trucks, which I can get rather cheap.
Well, this morning f called for nay
•Mvar-a* ** || Tfca ■•««*
to a hundred thousand, but It wae*t
give me the cash In a lamp «m I
out have enotigh to buy the logging
trucks now, and on the first of each
month, when I present my pay roH,
the bank will advance me the money
to meet it? • »" • '
"Bruce, I am amazed."
"I am you tell me Colo
nel Pennington controls that bank.
That the bank should accommodate
us is the most natural procedure im
aginable. Pennington is only playing
safe—whjch is why the bank declined
i to give me the money in a lump mm.
If we run a night qhlft, Pennington
"knows that w§ can't dispose of oar
excess output under present markSt
conditions. It's a safe bet our lum
ber is going to pile up On the mill
dock; hence, when the smash comes
and the Sequoia Bank of Commerce
calls our loan and we tttnnot possibly
meet It,,the lumber on hand will prove
security for the loan, will It not? In
fact, it will be wyrth two or three dol
lars per thousand mora, then than it
la now, because It will be air-dried."
"But what Idea have you got back
of such a procedure, Bryce?"
"Merely a forlorn hope, dad. Some
thing might turn up. The market may
take a sudden spurt and go up three
or four dollars. And whether the mar
ket goes up or comes down, it costs us
nothing to make the experiment"
"Quite true," his f«ther agreed.
"Then, If you'll come down to the
office tomorrow morning, dad, we'll
hold a.meeting of our board of direc
tors and authorise me as president of
the company to sign the note to the
bank. We're bonewing this without
collateral, you knew." t v
John Cardigan entered no further
objection, and the following day the
agreement was entered Into with the
bank. Bryce closed' by wire for the
extra logging equipment and I name-'
dlately set about rounding up a crew
for the woods and for the night shift
In the mill.
For a month Bryce was as busy ss
the proverbial one-armed paper-hanger
with the Itch, and during all that time
he did not see Shirley Sumner or hear
of her, directly or Indirectly.
Moire McTavlsb, In the meantime,
had come down from the woods and
entered upon her duties In the mill of
fice. The change from ber dull, drab
life, giving her, as It did, an opportun
ity tor companionship with people o t
greater mentality and refinement than
shl had been used to, quickly brought
about a swift transition In the girl's
nature. With the passing of the
coarse shoes and calico dresses and
the substitution of the kind of dotfe
Ing all women of Moire's Instinctive
refinement' and natural beauty long
for, the girl became cheerful, nnlmat
ed. and Imbued with the optimism
her years.
Moire worked In the gwuiral *fflc%
and except upon occasions *bsa
Bryce desired to look at the bMfta or
Moire brought some document Into the
private office for his perusal, then
were days during which his pleasant
"Good morning, Moire," constituted
the extent of their conversation.
Bryce bad been absent in San Fres
dsco for ten days. He had planned ts
stay three weeks, but (tiding Us bnst>
ness consummated In less time, he re
turned to Sequoia unexpectedly. Moles
was standing at the tall bookkeeping
desk, her beautiful dark head bent
over the ledger, when he entered the
office and set his suitcase la ths
corner.
"Is that you, Mr. »ryc*T shs
queried.
"The Identical Individual, Mali*.
How did you guess It was I?"
She looked up at him then, and her
wonderful dark eyes lighted with a
flame Bryce had not seen In them
heretofore. "I knew you were cora>
lng," she replied simply.
"You had a hunch, Molra. Do yoa
get those telepathic messages very
often?" Re was crossing the office
to shake her hand.
"I've never noticed particularly-*
that Is, until I came to work here. Bat
I slwayq know when you are retur»
Ing after n considerable absence."
She gave him her hand. 'Tm so glad
you're back."
"Why?" he demanded bluntly.
She flushed. "I—l really don?
know, Mr. Bryce."
"Well, then," he persisted, "what (Is
you think makes yob glad?"
"I had been thinking how nice H
would be to have you back, Mr. Brycet
When , you enter the office, it'a like a
breeze rustling the tops of the red*
woofjs. And your father misses yoa
so; he talks to me a great deal about
you. Why, of course, we miss yo«|
anybody would."
• As be held her hand, be glanced
down at It and noted how greatly It
had changed during the past few
months. From her hand his glance
roved over the girl, noting the ln»
provements In her dress, and the way
the thick, wavy black hair was piled
on top of her shapely bead.
"It' hadn't occurred to roe before
Moire," he said with a bright Impetv
sonal smile that robbed bis remark of
all suggestion of masculine flattery,
"but It seems to me I'm unusually
glad to see you, also. You've been fl*
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