Newspaper Page Text
FEBRUARY 10. 1921.
15he
ILUE
*MOON
M ji Tale of the
& Flatooods
iti
u
ngßy DAVID ANDERSON
. laughed. Something altogether
Tllfferent from mirth In that laugh—
something altogether different from
mirth behind It. The girl made no
ll
Slammed Him Back Against the Rail.
reply—lf the heaving of her bosom
gave any Index to her feelings, she
probably could not reply. She did
not even raise her eyes.
• “You Ignore me there In the vil
lage,” he pursued. “But out here In
the woods —well, it’s out here in the
woods. You’ve got to — H —111”
The exclamation was surprised out
of him. The girl had suddenly
dropped her side of the basket and
whirled. But quick as she was, he
was quicker. As the basket clattered
to the ground he seized her arm.
There followed some muttered words,
and a smothered cry that the Pearl
hunter was too busy just then to un
derstand.
The girl was still struggling, her as
sailant muttering, and trying to de
tain her without too great a show of
violence, when a grim face scowled
up from behind the fence, a long arm
shot over, the fingers of a calloused
hand <.twisted themselves into the col
lar of the assailant and slammed him
back against the rail with a force that
took the breath out of him In a grunt.
Ufor was that all. The same long arm
dragged him backward over the fence
and chucked him head first down into
the path on the other side, where for
a moment he lay half stunned, gasp
ing for the breath that had as good as
gone, and gazing half foolishly up at
the man who stood over him.
But It was only for a moment.
With a face like the flames of hell he
sprang up. The body of the Pearl
hunter crouched; tightened.
• „ There is just one thing to expect in
such a situation; but the expected
failed to happen. For the second time
that day the Man-in-the-Fancy-Vest
treated the I’earlhunter to a very
genuine surprise. The flame of anger
in his eyes slowly changed to a
haughty contempt, infinitely rankling.
He turned, and, without a backward
glance, stalked down the road to
ward the village.
The Pearlhunter stood gazing after
him. The Rod Mask —and he hadn’t
struck I Three times affronted, and he
hadn’t struck. Each time there had
been death in his eyes. What was
holding his hand? Was he biding his
time? It was not a pleasant thing to
contemplate, for any man can kill
another if he waits his opportunity,
and takes him at a disadvantage.
Why hadn’t he struck? Always the
question came back to that And
whgt wns holding him to the Fiat
woods? The Pearlhunter whirled with
the thought, and looked back over the
f ence.
The girl wns gone.
The basket and bundles were still
scattered about the path. He climbed
the fence and began gathering them
up. He had them all back in the
basket, and was leaning against the
fence, wondering how to get them to
their proper owner, when a slight
rustle among the bushes reached his
ear. He glanced up; the girl stood
before him.
It wns the girl of the pool—the
Wild Rose.
The woods had hid them ; the woods
had nursed them; the woods had set
them face to face —the Pearlhunter;
the Wild Rose —a man; a woman.
Strip away from life every nonessen
tial; bare It of every husk of sham
and convention; pare it right down
to the red, quick core, beyond which
't is not possible to reduce It further,
you come at last to a man and a
woman. Six million years thj Al-
mighty Artist practiced on such sec
ondary studies ns stars and suns, and
peopling them with inconceivably di
verse nnd curious forms of life, before
trusting his hand on his final master
piece—a man; a woman.
They stood staring, as at that other
meeting at the pool. And that wns
the thought uppermost in the mind of
the Penrlhunter—that other meeting.
And be had looked? Somehow he
wished he hadn't; and yet he wasn’t
sorry that he hnd. The thought drew
his eyes to her feet. Shifting the
basket, his hand slowly stole up and
dragged off his battered hat.
The blue eyes under the sunbon
net livened. The girl drew a step
nearer. The bushes she had been
bending aside sprang back into place.
She drew another step nearer. As
sha moved, an overhnnging limb
caught the sunbonnet and dragged it
off, displaying a very soft nnd glossy
mass of yellow curls. She turned,
disengaged the bonnet from the limb,
and was shaking the curls into shape
to replace it when the Pearlhunter
made a quick step toward her with
hand upraised.
“Don’t!” he cried. "Don’t—”
A man of slow speech, with eyes
hnrd to wake, he wouldn’t have be
lieved such words were In him.
The girl stood fumbling the bonnet.
He watched one stray curl lose its
place and come slowly tumbling down,
little by little, till It fell over her
shoulder nnd lay upon the softly ris
ing and falling bosom. From the curl,
he raised his eyes to her face. He
saw a smile steal across it It was
only a little smile, but it grew under
his gaze till It reached up to her eyes,
and pinched the lids together, and
squeezed out a tiny ripple of merri
ment that ran out over her face nnd
settled In two round dimples that
teaslngly uptilted the comers of her
mouth —a good, winsome mouth,
fringed with full red lips and set
with wholesome teeth. The smile
grew until it quite passed beyond her
control. She threw up her head; the
smile became a laugh.
It was the only thing that could
have broken the restraint. The laugh;
the slow smile that answered it —
their Introduction. She tied the bon
net strings, while he watched her fin
gers as they formed the knot.
“That song—” he said, “it was the
most wonderful thing I ever heard.”
The girl lnughed again—a laugh like
water tinkling over pebbles.
“The birds are my playmates,” she
answered simply. “They fly down all
over me. I had to learn their lan
guage."
“You live In these woods?”
The Pearlhunter was a long time
usking that question.
“Not far from the pool.”
“And you're not afraid?"
He glanced up the road toward the
village.
“Oh, I live with Daddy.” A shade
crossed her face. “Never before,” she
added, as if the first statement hnd
not quite satisfied his question.
“Daddy is not very well and I have
to go to the store. Every time I’ve
gone in the last few days that man
has tried to talk to me. I was fright
ened to death today when he followed
me. He never did that before. I’m
so glad you happened along; and I
thank you over and over!”
“It wns nothing,” he said Simply,
twisting his hat in his hand. He didn’t
tell her it wasn’t a matter of hap
pening.
She shook the curl off her bosom
aud back over her shoulder. He was
sorry for that.
“He Is a gambler; at least so the
grocery man told me today—and a—
a—man killer.”
The Pearlhunter could have added
quite startlingly to the information
imparted by the grocery man, but he
onljr said:
(Continued Next Week)
KEY. G. B. THRASHER DEAD.
Rev. G. B. Thrasher, a retired Bap
tist minister, who lived at College
Park, and who accidentally shot him
self in the abdomen last Monday morn
ing, died from the effect of the wound
Tuesday morning, at a private sanita
rium in Atlanta. Mr. Thrasher was
veil known in this section of the state
having been identified with the Appa
lachee association for many years in
he past, and his many friends will re
gret to hear of his death. He is sur
vived by his wife and four daughters,
Mrs. A. J. Pittman, of Atlanta; Mrs.
D. S. Dennard, of Lake City, Fla.; Mrs.
Earl Wallace, of Rutledge, and Miss
Annie Thrasher, of Atlanta. Alsio,
among his survivors is a brother,
Judge B. E. Thrasher, of Watkins
ville and many other relatives in this
section of the state. He was buried
at the family burying grounds at Appa
lachee, Ga.
Are YOU Run-down, Weak?
Birmingham, AJa.—“Dr. Pierce’s
Golden Medical Discovery is the
builder I have
isd ever known. I
was ln a run '
fK,\ iVipfT*' down and weak
condition when
li{\ v I started to take
\ w"?'-•' the ‘Discovery’.
T~~j t . \ rHA and that first
bo t t 1 e so
strengthened me
j WEgM that I kept on
\ with it until I
had taken three
bottles, and then
my health was
absolutely perfect. I never hesitate
a moment in recommending Dr.
Pierce’s Golden Medical Discovery as
the very best of tonics.” —MRS.
ANNIE DIAL, No. 2609 Tompkins
Avenue, North. All druggists.
Condemns High Priced
Stock Foods.
Prominent Hog Kaiser Says Prices
Charged Are Unwarranted—
Makes His Own Hog Food,
With Better Results.
“That he is all through paying fancy
prices for stock foods and hog reme-;
dies aud that he is raising some of the j
best hogs ever plaeed on the market”
was the statement made recently by E. l
11. Beckstead, well-known hog raiser |
and authority on live stock.
Mr. Beckstcad's hogs are the envy
of his neighbors, and have “topped the
market” for several years in lowa, j
He states that for years he bought
high-priced hog foods and hog remedies
but he is all through paying extrava-i
gant prices for what be can make him
self. He states that what the hogs
need are minerals, and tells the secret i
of his wonderful success by explaining j
that he takes about five pounds of or
dinary mineraline (which is pure con
centrated minerals and cost only a
couple of dollars) and mixes same with
enough bran or filler to make a hun
dred pounds. All hogs, and especially
brood sows require minerals as they
keep them free from worms, and in
the pink of condition, and are essential |
to the bogs growth and a well balanced j
ration. This inexpensive mixture plae- j
1 in a sheltered box where the hogs :
can get it as they need it, will pro-1
duce far better results than any high
priced so-called stock foods.
Send two dollars to The Mineraline |
Chemical Cos., 1038 North Wells St.,
Chicago, 111,, and they will forward
you by prepaid parcel post, enough min
eraline to make a full hundred pounds.
(Advt) 4t-4t
The Strand, 2 Days K s y day \°sh
’‘m - ~-~tt^ ~~c'^"L”
THE WINDER NEWS
LIS TEN!
Pure White Lead 10c pound
Pure Linseed Oil 1.00 gallon
The best Ready-Mixed Paint at $2.75 per gal.
Government Standard Weight and Measure.
Now, you can rub your noodle and come around; I
will deliver the goods.
W. E. YOUNG
/ T. ,
‘‘The Shingle Man”
SUBSCRIPTION: $1.50 A YEAR