The Man From Yonder By HAROLD TITUS Copyright lltt-1934, Harold Tltua. WNU Sarvloa. CHAPTER XI?Continued ?15? "When a man loves a girl, that girl can't let herself love him, can she, when she's under a cloud herself? She can't bring a man's children Into the world and have them whispered about as the grandchildren of a murderer?" "Dawn 1 Dawn, girl, don't think that! Why, it's?" 'But It's so. Ablet I don't wn-want to talk about It All I can do for Ben now Is to let blm know how weak I was to doubt him and to use any In fluence I may have to protect him from this terrible danger. I will do that; I must do that because It Is duty. Bui It must stop there. It can't go on. you see. Not while I have nothing more than Just my faith in my father's good name." Able, the wise man that he was, did not force the argument. He brought his team to a halt before the Hoot Owl office, gnve the reins to Dawn and stepped out. Martin, the bookkeeper, was the only occupant of the place. "Where's Ben?" he asked. The Bearded man looked over his shoulder, recognized Able and then his gaze went past the man to the waiting cutter where Dawn sat -HeB . . . It seemed as though Martin's voice failed after that word. He half started from his chair and the pen, dropped from flexed fingers, rolled across the ledger sheet. He made a faint sound and in his eyes appeared sn expression that startled Able. "What's wrong, Martin?" he asked In alarm, stepping quickly into the room. "Sick ?" "No ... all right, now," the other said, as if with great effort "Ben? In the mill, I think." He picked up bis pen, then, and bent over his work. Able crossed the mill-yard looking for Ben and as be went Martin rose cau tiously from bis chair, moved quietly to be In line with the window and stared for a long Interval at the girl huddled In the robes. His hands worked and bis breath was uneven. "Dawn Is here to see you," Able said simply as he encountered Ben. "She had me bring her out so she could talk to you. She's waiting over by the office." Elliott stood hesitant for an Instant; then turned and walked swiftly along the pond. Able watched him go but did not follow. What was to be said by the girl was not for his ears, he knew. i Ben gave no sign of recognition as he approached the cutter; made no salutation as he came near the girl who sat watching him so steadily. He only spoke her name, when he was at her side. She gave him a small, gloved hand and smiled wanly. "I have come to say many things. Ben," she began in a strange, strained voice. "To beg forgiveness, to beg other things . . . perhaps to explain a little. "A week ago tonight,"?struggling, now, to hold her voice steady?"I ran out of the dance hall and on home, thinking that that woman was honest The time since then, until noon today, has been a nightmare. "Lydla came to my house at noon. She explained everything. Aunt Km brought her. Aunt Em went to her house and convinced her that she had done a terrible thing to you and that an explanation to me was the only way to right the wrong. Lydla told me everything. ... It was Mr. Brandon who thought out the plan and forced her to do It under threats of some sort. She didn't tell us what the threats were but left our house for the train and Is gone from Tincup for ever. . . . And I've come to tell you how miserable I feel to think that I was weak enough to act as Mr. Bran don seemed to be sure I would act. ..." Relief was singing through Elliott; relief and a great Joy, lifting him above ? xur nranaon. "Oh, I'm gladT he said earnestly. "I've . . . Why, It completely knocked me off my pins I Dawn, Ifs been ter rible for you but . . ? but this makes me so happy!" "I'm happy because you are happy." the said, but something in her tone and expression dampened his enthusiasm, checked his soaring spirits. She was so calm, so steady, so restrained; her mood was not at all that of one who comes joyously to wipe out heartbreaking mis understanding. "And HI never forgive myself for . . . for falling into the trap that was set for me, Ben!" "Why shouldn't you? Any girl would have felt as you did. . . . But It's ex plained, now. I^et's forget it and be gin where we left off and find peace and?" The sharp shake of her head and the Quick withdrawal of her hand cut him off. "There are sterner things to think of? first; quite different things, Ben. That Is why I came out here, to talk to you about Bart Delaney. Able has told me what happened yesterday. Tou don't take it seriously enough. Keep safe nntll you're certain that the danger Is past." "Hide and skulk while other men Protect me? A man can't do that. Dawn! m be on my guard, of course. Bat I ean't run sway from anybody who la trying to strike from behind. What would these boys here on the Job think of me If I did? This man De laney may be a hobgoblin for the rest of the country, but 1 can't let him be for me. If I do the safe thing and think of my own skin, some of our workers will tumble to the fact that I've no more courage than most of them, less than plenty. I can't let I hem down, you see, and still keep my standing In their eyes. "It Isn't worth It, Ben! It's my Job, my property you're taking these risks for. It isn't fair to me!" "I can argue that. I'm not anxious to be put out of the picture yet a while. I'll keep my eyes open. I've already made the move that should stop De laney from trying me again. Able and the others have gotten you all In a flutter. Dawn. Don't worry. I'm com ing to Tincup tonight and I'm going to appear to be thinking about nothing but the errands I have to do. Kvery second, I'll be on the watch for a crooked move from anybody. I prom ise you that. And when I've shown myself to people I'll come to see you and talk you Into the same way of looking at this situation." "Don't." she begged. "But I can't keep away from you, now that this other mess has been explained!" She shook her head. "I'm asking two things of you. The first Is to stay here; the other is not to come to see me. . . . Please!" She put a hand on his with that plea, and he frowned. "I can understand your being a little timid about baring me around town but I can convince you that I'm right. It's Brandon or me, now, you see. If I run, he wins. . . . But this other: Dawn, don't you want me to see you?" The girl's lips worked. "No," she said, ever so faintly. "No. . . . Oh, please don't argue with me, Ben 1 Please don't come to see me. You don't understand. You may never understand. . . . But I'm begging you from the bottom of my heart not to come and see me again!" "No, I don't understand. It's . . . Why, It's ..." Qe laughed aloud at his own bewilderment and Able, In the near distance, mistook that laugh born of distress for one of relief and came toward them. "Well, have you two got matters cleared up?" he asked. Dawn nodded silently. "Some things are cleared up," Elliott said. "But there are others. , . . r Dawn, won't yon explain?" The girl turned her face to Able. "I'm ready to go home now," she t said weakly. ( CHAPTER XII I _ t Teams drove from the Hoot Owl I toward town through the falling snow 8 that evening. First went Ben Elliott 8 alone and sending his drivers at > ' spanking trot wondering and at odds with nimself. 1 Why was Dawn so obdurate >n this matter of having him see her? Why that odd repression, as though she 8 stniecled to keep from saying the 1 things that were bursting her heart? 1 His Inability to answer those ques- 1 ttons drove him Into a dogged mood. ' He felt like blaming Brandon for this, ' as well as other troubles. 1 A half hour behind him came a team ' from camp, driven by Bird-Eye Blaine. 5 A figure ahead stepped out of the ruts ' and awaited his approach. ' "Town?" the man cried. 1 "Tup. . . . Hello, Martin! Whoa... ." Blaine lifted the heavy robes for the bookkeeper and then clucked bis team on. , I "Mlsther Elliott gone In?" he asked. ' "He has, eh? . . . 'Nd Mlsther Bed I Bart Delaney still persecutln' th' coun try with bis preslnce, loikely. Ah. th' I b'y, th' b'y I" < Martin proved to be uncommunlca- I tlve. however, and they drove much of I the way In silence. ? Ben turned his team Into an alley, I hitched and blanketed them, atvJ then made his way between buildings to the I town's principal thoroughfare which I was lighted by glaring store fronts. Be t purchased some articles In a clothing . store and did not see Dawn McManns I enter, observe blm. and then withdraw. When be went out again be did not lotlce that the girl followed him, wait ed outside while he bargained for a nonth's supply for camp in a butcher (hop, and trailed along behind when he jmerged. From place to place he went, Dawn )ehlnd him In the flying snow and when she had been following so for half an lour, her eyes alert for others who night be watching Elliott, another fell nto the train ahead of her. She saw this man step from a store entrance ind follow Ben. She hastened to be :lose and not until she was abreast if him did she recognize John Martin, whom she had seen but once before. He did not turn his head and she Jropped back. She had no doubts of lis loyalty from what Ben had told tier of his bookkeeper. When Elliott went Into the drug store she stood out of the light from the building and noted that also Mar tin loitered near. When Ben reap peared, Martin followed. . . . For the better part of an hour this Jouble stalking continued while the snow fell thicker and then Elliott turned into a side street and made the next turn into the alley where he had left his team. Two tigures followed him. hastening a bit as he disappeared into the gloom. wu tvuvnvu ucu, no i/anu iiaitcu both. And then, as Elliott drew close and spoke gruffly to his horses, another shadowy figure appeared: It was only a blur In the shadows, crouched and stealthy. The figure swept forward; an arm drew back and upward; It struck and with a muffled grunt Ben Elliott turned, falling sideways and backward under the Impact of a blow. Another voice lifted then In a sharp cry as John Martin ran forward and the Indistinct figure which was poised over Elliott, about to strike again, turned, hesitated, whirled and fled. "What Is It, son?" Martin cried as he dropped to his knees beside Ben. Before a reply could corme Dawn was there, moaning bis name over and over. "Knife!" Ben gasped. "In the neck . . . here . . John Martin unbuttoned Elliott's thick jacket, ripped open the shirt and his lingers encountered a warm, sticky gush as he thrust them across the back. "Knifed you! . . . Ah, sonl" Dawn peered close Into the bearded man's face as though fearful of what he might say next "We've got to get him somewhere Ight away," Martin muttered. "Got to. . . It's bad." "My house Is Just around the cor ler!" she cried. "Bring him there. .. . )h, hurry I" Together they lifted Ben to his feet 318 teeth ground shut to keep back the uoans. He was sick and weak with >ain. He could feel blood smearing tver his side and back. He sagged igainst Martin as the man supported lim. "Tough, Dawn ... to get you nixed up . . . in a mess. . .* "Hurry!" she said. "He's so weak!" He was weak, Indeed. With their irms about his body for support they noved through the snow. Elliott felt Dawn close to him and closed bis eyes ilmost happily. He struggled to help ilmself so he would not burden her, >ut be stumbled and nearly fell and mother gush of blood bathed his body, ifter ages of effort and pain a glare teemed to be all about warm breath 'anned his face . . . and Aunt Em. (landing In the doorway, was saying iharply: "In here. . . . ?our room. Dawn. . . I'll phone the doctor." Emory Sweet worked rapidly, once here. "Deep!" he muttered. "Gad, ?hat a blow. Missed the Jugular by a lair." The wound was only a slender slit In be skin but the blade had been driven leep. Indeed, and the blood that flowed rrom It bad drawn the bronze from Blllott's face, the strength from the iplendld muscles that lay relaxed now leneath clear skin. "Now I" said the physician when Ben Snally lay back on Dawn's pillow, ireatblng shallowly, eyes closed. "I guess he'll be all right In a few days. But what an escape!" He ih rugged. Sweet looked John martin, then. The doctor's brows drew a bit, he seemed to lean forward and blinked slowly. Incredulously. Then Martin moved and the other relaxed. Still, bit expression was one of startled specula tion. "Yes, a close shave," Martin mut tered under his breath. "But now . . , He's In the best possible place In the world." The doctor began gathering his In struments. Martin stood staring al Ben In deep thought Then his rlgbl hand went to the lobe of his left ear and tugged slowly In that characteris tic gesture. He did not observe Kmms Coburn standing in the doorway. He "Knife!" Ben Gasped. did not look at her until the woman gasped. It was a light, light gasp: so light that Emory Sweet did not hear. But Martin heard and turned and stood as though frozen In the posture. Aunt Em's head was held rigidly bark, one band pressed against a cheek. Quickly, Martin's finger weut against his Hps in a sealing gesture. He held so an Instant and then slowly shook his head, a movement of unmistakable warning. Dawn entered the hallway from the living room and these two relaxed from the rigidity of their strange panto mime. Em bustled out Into the kitchen and Martin smoothed the covers of Elliott's bed with a hand that trem bled slightly. "Now, the boy's going to be all right," the doctor said. "I'll look In tomorrow. Quiet Is going to be essen tial for a few days. You two women all right?" A close observer might have noticed that Aunt Em's eyes were oddly avert ed from John Martin's searching gaze and that her breathing was quick. "Why, It might be handy to have ? man in the bouse tonight," she said evenly enough. "I'm ... I'm won dering If Mr Martin would stay. B< could sleep on the couch In the llvlni room." "I'd be glad to," the man said ant cleared bis throat sharply. "Thert might be something I could do . . for you." He had looked at Dawn on this law nnd It seemed that his voice caughi ever so slightly. So It was arranged that he shoult stay through the night and the doctoi left . Aunt Era carried the light out of th? sick room and placed it on a table li the hall. She bustled here and there occupied with a variety of minor er rands and finally drove Dawn to be< despite the girl's protests of sleepless ?ess. Alone, she fixed blankets on tht living room couch while Martin sat It the darkened bedroom. That done, sb< beckoned to him from the hallway. They confronted one another thers a long moment The woman's face worked ineerly and she seemed at ? loss for words. TO BE CONTINUED. One* England's Nazareth The Shrine of Our Lady at Waiting ham, England. Is where Henry VIII walked barefoot as a pilgrim. In s few years the ruler destroyed th( Priory, confiscated the lands and treas uries. burnt the shrine and ezecuted fire of the Priory canons for treason Another shrine was built In the Slip per cbapel, so named because In an clent days pilgrims removed theli shoes when visiting It. Walslnghnre once was England's Nazareth, whtci brought It Immense fame. It wai founded about 10C1. Like Lonrde*. II bad Its holy wells, and became famotti for the many miracles which were be lleved to have been wrought there. The Baby'a Faculties The ages when certain faculties flrsl appear In average Infants and chll dren vary considerably. Memory ant simple consciousness come soon aftei birth, curiosity at about ten weeks the senses of shame, remorse and the ludicrous at fifteen months, self-con ?dousnesa at three years, the colot sense at four years and the tense o! fragrance at five years. ? Coliier'i Weekly. SYNOPSIS Ben Elliott?from "Yonder"?arrives at the lumbering town of Tlncup, with Don Stuart, old, very sick man, whom he has befriended. Nicholas Brandon, ! the town's leading citizen, resents Stuart's presence, trying to force him to leave, and Elliott, resenting the act, knocks him down. Judge Able Armltage hires him to run the one lumber camp, the Hoot Owl, that Brandon has not been able to grab. This belongs to Dawn McManus, whose father has disappeared with a murder charge hanging over his head. Brandon sends Duval to beat up Ben, and Ben throws him out of camp. Don Stuart dies, leaving a letter for Elliott i "to be used when the going becomes too tough." Ben refuses to open the letter, believing he can win the fight by his own efforts. Fire breaks out In the mill. Ben, when the flames are subdued, discovers it was started with gasoline. Elliott gets an offer for logs, that will provide money to tide him over. But a definite time Is set. Ben discovers Dawn McManus is not a child, as he had supposed, but & beautiful young woman. The railroad bridge over which the Hoot Owl lumber must pass Is blown up. By superhuman efforts Ben builds a new bridge and himself drives the train over the rickety structure to Tlncup, making the delivery with only a few minutes to spare. Brandon compels a woman (known as "Lydla") who is In his power, to accuse Elliott of misconduct with a girl. At a dance to which Elliott escorts Dawn, Lydla makes public her charges. Overwhelmed, Elliott can only make a feeble denial. Dawn, apparently believ ing him guilty, leaves the dance without waiting for him. While in the woods, Elliott is fired on, and drops, seemingly dead, but his fall has been a ruse to make his enemy believe him dead. The would-be killer is proved to be Red Bart Delaney, notorious desperado. "Aunt Emma," Dawn's closest friend, prevails on the woman Lydla to acknowledge the falsity of her accusation. Shoppers Seek Personality Styles By CHfeRIE NICHOLAS A"PLOMP, fair and forty" lady who Is "all dressed up" In a kit tenish, flapperlsh way? youth clad In fashions sophisticated beyond ita years?colors that make Bloods look anemic and ashen or tones and tints that cause brunettes to lose glamour? hats with impossible head sizes, too little for the unbobbed, too big for shorn locks?well, what of It. why paint so crude, so unkind a picture? Merely by way of contrast dear reader, for the new spring and summer fashions are a direct denial to every thing we have said In the foregoing paragraph. What Is actually happen ing Is that our fashion experts have J sensed the need of gently, firmly and subtly leading women In the direction they should go In the fine art of dress. Which Is why we are hearing so much these days In regard to the outstanding I Importance of personality fashions. | Among our modern fashion educa tors personality In dress ranks as a theme of major Importance. Have you ' | not noticed the signs of the times your self? The courtesy and class-you-at-a- | glance manner with which you are ush ered to this or that specialized depart- j ment the moment you step foot In a fashion emporium? This Is, indeed, a happy era which is dawning for shoppers in that dress designers and coat and suit makers have become that personality-con scious they are making it their goal to create fashions that will tune per fectly to each and everybody's partic ular type. The modes here pictured are an outgrowth of this noble en deavor. They silence the lament of the middle-aged and matron who for years have been voicing complaint that they are not having a "fair deal" when it comes to clothes they "can wear." and that all the attention is concen trated on ingenue type. Here they are right be fore your very eyes, fash ions that couldn't possi bly he more perfectly tuned to the needs and a em anas or gentlewomen wno aan* graduated Into the alumnae of fash ion's smart set. These stunning models for the up-to the-moment-ln-style matron were se lected for our Illustration from among a galaxy of fascinating styles as shown during a "personality fashions" re rue which tbe Chicago wholesale market council presented at a midwest con ference gala dinner. The fashion themes included clothes for the youth ful matron, for matrons more ad vanced, for slender girlish ingenue types, for the larger young woman, for the outdoor and sports girl; for tall blond types and for medium-tall bru nettes. Tbe moral to this story on personality fashions Is. If while en tour in the shops fashion-seeking yoa do not see what you want, ask for 1L It's there tuned to your individuality, simply awaiting your ealL Describing the trio of fashionable costumes for the matron as here pic tured. the model to the left Is a travel and street outfit especially designed for the youthful matron. It Is tailored of a brown and white "broken-check" tweed in standard English cut. It may be worn equally well with dark or light accessories. The street ensemble to the right of navy and white print silk with check sheer redlngote coat is designed along simple slenderizing lines. The sailor hat adds charm. Centered in the group Is an ultra chic ensemble for the mature woman to wear to afternoon club functions or smart country club affairs. It is fash ioned of a white sheer material with white and black stripe trimming. (S. WMttra S?wip4p?r Ca.aa. FITTED VANITIES VERY CONVENIENT The vanity bag has been revived and Is one of the most important af fairs that has been seen in a good many moons. The new ones know a new prac ticability. In the first place they have been made to a great extent by people who understand vanity?the cosmeti cians. They have known what to In clude. Not only have they done a good Job at making them practical, but they have seen that they have j that other important requisite, which U beauty. They are fashioned of velvet, of ' lame, of fine kldskln, of lovely silks, and even of metals. Their colors are almost unlimited, but women are usually careful, or should be. 1 that rhey choose a color that will go with all party frocks. They may have a one or two sided opening, and usually hold purse, change purse, rig aret case, comb, lipstick, rouge and I powder. ' Jacket Lengths Will Vary; t Suit* Are to Fit Eafily There is a softness In the air that prepares one for the spectacle of spring clothes. Necklines are bowed, | frilled, or softened, and even with classic tallleur, which Is always chosen by certain types, a Jabot or ' some other softening touch Is su ? J gested for the blouse. It Is _lsn ad ' vlsable to have the blouse contrast. ' Even In the case of linen this Idea Is carried out. With the usual exceptions, loose fit ting lines prevail In the suit collec tions for spring. 193.1. Jacket lengths ' vary to some degree, and so do their | types. Coat Dresses Smart \ Coat dresses of black, navy blue or pepper-and-salt wools, cut on slender t lines and finished with white pique r collars In the form of petals or stylized I flowers, are an outstanding spring fash j Ion. BEAUTY HINTS By ( HEJUB NICHOLAS The smartest women in tnis country as well as abroad are wearing vivid nail poli>h with lipstick to match. I Iteports from Paris and St. Moritx say that the really chic women there are matching theirs In red and yellowish j red shades. Trick effects such as me j talllc combinations and odd color schemes have disappeared. The meet fashionable colors are coral, cardinal, ruby and the "natural" which is the lightest of the yellow reds. Most Parisian beauticians prefer to cover the entire nail with polish instead of outlining the moon and tip. Some fashionable New Yorkers follow this mode, while others prefer the trim look which white moons and tips achieve. 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