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Ji Tale of the
By DAVID ANDERSON
(Copyright bj the Bobb-MorrtU Corap&nr)
S'ht seemed for the moment to have
forgotten his presence. He glanced
around the cabin. It was really four
C(l blns —four rooms —under one roof.
The door by which they had entered
faced south, lie stood In the center
room, or center cabin. A curtained
opening led to another room on ihe
•west; a similar opening, with the cur
tain looped back and tied with a bit
of ribbon, disclosed a room on the
east. A closed door gave entrance to
the third room, probably the kitch
en. Jogged a little to allow for a win
dow near the northwest corner of the
Ills gaze traveled to the fire place.
A revolver —a very dependable look
ing six-gun—lay upon the mantel.
Above It. arranged across a draped
American flag, hung a silk sash, a
tasseled cord, a pair of silver spurs,
and a sword. Looped In the sword
hilt were two strands of ribbon, one
purple, the other gold. There camo
a dim remembrance that he hud once
heard somewhere these were the col
ors of a famous regiment that great
ly distinguished Itself In the Indian
The half minute or more he had
spent looking over the room had giv
en him time to recover his calm, and
now his glance came back to the ruin
In the chair.
The Wild Man was whetting his
ki.lfe against his palm, mumbling and
muttering. He seemed to gloat over
the glitter of It —and the girl within
easy reach of his hand. The Pearl
hunter stiffened; gathered himself to
spring. She happened to look up,
caught his eye, and shook her head.
Seemingly unconscious of any danger,
she came to the door, picked up her
basket and his hat and put them on
the table beside the vase of wild roses.
“You're not afraid?” asked the I'earl
“He wouldn't harm a fly.”
"But the knife?”
“He plays with It by the hour.
That knife.” as If weighing the
thought It raised. “He keeps It with
him night and day. I fear death will
sometime come of that knife 1"
His eyes urged her to go on.
“Seven years he's been as you see
him. Up to that time he was the most
wonderful father a girl ever had. He
wasn't grny until then, and he didn’t
wear a heard. Those who knew him
then wouldn’t know him now. It was
•even years ago this June —the twen
tieth. I remember It because It was
m.v birthday—l was twelve. That eve
ning I heard a groan at the kitchen
door. I ran out, nnd there was Dad
dy, holding to the door post to keep
from falling, his hands covered with
Mood, nnd blood nil over his fnce nnd
hair. I helped him In, washed off the
Mood nnd discovered It came from n
wound In his head. I bound It up the
best I could nnd ran to the village for
“When he came, be said Daddy had
been shot. There was n long scar —
like a groove—that the doctor said
wus made by the bullet. It had caused
concussion of the brain. Since that
be has been like —this. The knife he
must hate taken from the person that
shot him, for he had none of his own.
It was clutched tight In tils hand when
I found him—the knife, nnd this —”
She beckoned him across the room
to the book case. It was the first car
pet theFoarl Hunter had ever walked
over. He set his feet down like a man
crossing thin Ice.
She fumbled out from behind n row
of books a small packet, with the cau
"You mustn’t let Paddy see It. He
will go wild If you do. I used to keep
It stuck behind the picture, hut It
worked out Into sight one day, and he
drove the knife through It before 1
could get It nwny from him. If he
ever finds the man It belongs to he’ll
serve him the same way, I'm afraid.
Sometimes I think that’s why he
| haunts ,*’’■* woods—to see If he can find
him. 1 e, you can see where the
knife A lathrough.”
Ske.i this*', unwrapping a fold of
Y # per The **d. The sight of Its
v ra,fc lrs. Mot a low exclamation
posea 011 j o yer. It was a red
which j r aiu
enrs ay nig.flngored the bit
To h S- cross the girl’s
k many . trj!e or eagerness that
1 * or U. S. the knife near
Hi | °* %srs. Fhe l-'liu woods
Vwl UMory It told;
ou „ a .® n. ' together the
\ £ cur-old trug
■es, er berlain’i
HLd and . he , c.lcs there
tmjjß harmful m \ eyes— blue.
■H ' han ~,ack
B ft , i that J ,at
V ml. <^ ied t 0
t'ii tjy ,m th *p
K.OU >ort ievt>s ’ The
, a pens behind
1 . „ n^nlrled.
II'- y onditl/rom his
■ecauke tin , gocrd him
with wide, weird eyes. With a step
that was ghostly noiseless he crossed
the floor. Quite close he came, his
dulled senses seeming to need the
stimulus of close contact Ills bony
hands and long arms were quivering;
his hollow face twitching pitifully.
“He’s never like this,” the girl
The young man glanced at her and
stood still The thin hands fluttered
over his face and head. Even their
lightest touch was heavy with a
strength that must have been prodig
ious—as If the fires of his malady kin
dled a force In him more than human.
Some Impulse of compnssion must
have reached the heart of the Pearl
hunter, for he stretched his long arm
forth nnd laid It about the old man’s
shoulders. Instantly he felt the weight
of the gray giant upon h.lrn. It might
have been the one thing the stricken
-man craved in his dumb way—the
touch of his kind; the prop of u man’s
The situation embarrassed the Pearl
hunter. It was like winning the con
fidence of a little child, and then not
knowing what to do with It.
The girl was quick to see his embar
rassment, nnd, much as a mother
might coax a child away from some
one she Imagined It was annoying, she
led the old man hack to his chair;
then, leaving him, she hurried across
the room to the book case.
“I never saw him so restless before,”
she said, as she passed by. “He seems
to like you, though," she continued
while finding the book she wanted.
"Strange, too, for he’s cross usually,
even to the doctor. Won’t you excuse
me till I quiet him?”
Before he could reply she had found
the hook nnd hurried hack to the chair.
Opening It, she laid It upon the old
man’s knees. He bent his head and
felt over the open page with his hand,
but the weird eyes could no longer re
solve the frozen magic of the words.
He fidgeted In his chair and the book
slid to the floor.
The picture was too distressing, and
the Pearlhunter turned his face
away. From where he stood he had
an almost unobstructed view Into the
east room, the girl’s room, nnd before
he realized It his eyes had strayed
past the curtains. Amazement held
them there a moment In spite of him.
Tlie room, In striking contrast to what
he had seen of the rest of the house,
was almost bare of furniture —a car
petless floor; the rudest of beds; a
broken chair, nnd little else.
He heard her walking across the
floor and turned away half guiltily.
She had her hand upon the curtained
entrnnee of the west room, and he no
ticed that It was carpeted, and was
otherwise furnished quite In keeping
with the room In which he stood, cer
tainly In very decided contrast to the
room upon the east.
But he had no time to reflect on all
these things, for the girl reappeared
In a moment cnrrylng a cello, which
she placed between the old man’*
knees. She put the bow In his right
hand and lifted his left to the strings.
He lnld his cheek down upon the In
strument; grew quiet. The faltering
bow tried to wake the strings, but In
vain. The old man’s body seemed to
shrink together. His chin dropped
down upon his breast. But the next
Instant he sat upright and rigid; his
wide eyes, groping around, found the
Pearlhunter, and he stnrted to rise—
grappled up, strained up, as If by a
power outside himself.
The girl caught the falling bow from
his hand; drew the cello to her and
deftly twisted the strings In tune.
The Pearlhunter stood amazed at
what followed. The tones of the cel
lo seemed to reach ovit Into the quiet
evening, purple with the close of day,
and gather up the drowsy sounds of
wood nnd stream, nnd bring them In
nnd strew them down like falling rose
leaves —the fnll of a distant oar; the
lap of water upon cool rocks; the
pulse of a current thnt rose nnd fell;
the croon of contented trees under a
serene sunset. He did not know that
what he heard was Beethoven’s Incom
parably witching Moonlight,Sonajttu
The old man’s' head hatT drooped for
ward. his eyes were closed, his face
muffled In his rumpled benrd upon his
breast Leaning the cello against the
chair, the girl picked up a limp arm,
laid It about her neck, nnd led him
nwny, like a drowsy child, through the
curtained entrance of the west room.
With the departure of the girl the
picture dissolved; the evening world
became a vast emptiness, an emptiness
the silence poured In to fill. It caught
the Pearlhunter In Its flood; It held
him; overwhelmed him; found out lit
tle nooks nnd crannies of his nature
thnt he never knew were there.
The curtains parted. A soft step
crossed the carpet. The world cnme
bnck. A deep brenth swelled the chest
of the Pearlhunter —deep as If It had
been the only brenth be had tnken
since the song began.
“Next to the thrush song, thnt was
the most wonderful thing I ever
The girl looked up from rearranging
the cushions In the old man’s chair.
“Daddy taught me. He said it was
my gift. He had the deepest, soft
voice,” she went on, more to herself
than to him. “Like the low tones of
the cello, though It always made him
sad to sing. Long ago, when 1 was a
child, he used to hold me In his arms
and sing to me. He wus a wonderful
cellist before —!”
She bowed her head over the chair
and the Pearlhunter fancied he saw
tears. But her face was soon up
ngnin, brave and cheerful.
“You could sing.”
“Me!” It was about the most start
ling thing she could have said. The
“That’s Why I Trusted You.”
dry splinters of a grin pinched up the
comers of his eyes. “I’d have the
woods to myself If I tried.”
She looked at him. The tiniest Sug
gestion of a frown seemed to be trying
to find a place on her face.
“I know what I am saying when I
say that. You could sing. Your voice
Is soft nnd low and strong —like Dad
dy’s. I didn’t notice It till a little hit
ago, but I think I felt it all along. I
guess that’s why I trusted you—be
cause your voice Is like Daddy’s.”
The Pearlhunter was standing
quite close to her. His eyes drank In
the plurup white mystery of her throat;
the bit of ribbon rising and falling
upon her bosom. It was an old ribbon,
old nnd worn. He studied her dress.
It had been many a day since It was
new. He recalled the old man’s coat
nnd his shoes. They were as old as
hers. He glanced around the cabin;
stole a quick look toward the east
room —her room. The Pearlhunter
was slow—ln some things—but some
how he always managed to arrive in
Her eyes jumped to his. She let him
see how much the name pleased her.
“You’ve Just snid a mighty big thing
to me. Y’ou’ve said you trust me.
That’s a big thing for a girl to say to
a man. The Almighty alone knows
whether I'll do to trust. Now, don’t
think hnrd of what I’m about to say.
And I wish I knew some nice way to
say It But I don’t know any way only
Just to say It. Don’t you need help—
money, I mean?”
A succession of emotions flitted
across the girl’s face —pleasure at the
name; bewilderment as he talked on;
and at the last a smile. The man
watched the smile. It was a brave
smile, hut It had to retreat beaten
back by a stronger foe. Her lips drew
together; her chin quivered; she
bowed her head and burled her face
In her arms.
What had he done! Had she mis
understood him. The Pearlhunter
Inwardly cursed his clumsiness. He
found his hard hand stealing toward
her hair. How helpless she was —and
he had hurt her. His fingers strayed
over the soft locks and smoothed them.
It seemed a long time to the Pearl
hunter before she raised her face. He
half dreaded to see her eyes; but —a
desperate glance—no reproach in
them. He had not been misunder
“I don’t know how I am to go on.”
Her throat nnd neck nnd face flamed
crimson at the admission. “I can’t
leave to go out to service; nnd all the
furniture that can be spared I have
“Only your own,” he blurted out,
rather Imprudently, as he reflected aft
erward, for how was she to know that
he had glanced Into her room?
“I didn’t wish Daddy to miss any
The unselfishness of her act seemed
not to have entered her mind, but It
was not lost on the Pearlhunter.
’’The storekeeper has been so good
to me, and trusted me for so many
things. I’m afraid to think how much
I owe him. But be Is old, and his wife
has been 111. It mortifies me to have
to ask him for more credit, but I can’t
let Daddy starve. Money used to come
to us before he got—hurt. But I
found out afterward that It always
came addressed simply to Box 23. Not
even the postmaster knows Daddy’s
Tier voice fell very low. The Pearl
hunter pitied her, for he knew what
It was like not to know "Daddy’s
“The doctor says,” she went on,
"thnt the bullet broke a piece of skull,
so that It presses on the brain. He
thinks a great surgeon he knows might
be able to raise thnt little piece of
skull nnd mnde Daddy well. And that’s
what hurts me worst of nil —that 1
can't have It done.”
She stopped; turned her head away.
There came Into the man's level eyes
a look that the hard men of the river
had learned to know.
“Listen!” he said. “You mst trust
me. You must let me help you. Y'ou
nlready know the story of the Blue
Moon. Such a find always brings the
pearl buyers. They flock to It like
vultures to a carcass. They’ll soon
he here —maybe tomorrow. I’ll sell the
pearl, nnd you shall send for thnt sur
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Like one waking from a dream to
find the dream come true —she turned
slowly and raised her face to his. The
full significance of his offer, the big
generosity of It, the Immense fact of
It, escaped her In the first moments.
Only a mere detail of It reached her.
“I—we—couldn’t ever pay you back.”
It was on his tongue to say he didn’t
expect to be paid back—that he didn’t
want to be paid back, but a glance at
her somehow mnde such an answer Im
possible. The book case gave him an
“You could let me read these books.”
“Why, you could do that anyway.”
She looked at him in curious sur
prise. Not knowing the hope that was
slowly waking in her, he misinterpret
ed the look. He avoided her eyes.
His generosity had overreached his
tact. Such an offer couldn’t be made
to a girl In the same way It could be
made to a man. His eye roved the
room In desperation. It lighted final
ly on the cello still leaning against the
old man’s chair.
“You cnn teach me slngln’ lessons!”
He said It a good deal us a man
might consent to a surgical operation,
with the chances dead against him.
“That wouldn’t be worth —money,”
she said. “That would just be fun, If
—things were so I could.”
The Pearlhunter picked up his hat
from the table, stood fumbling It and
thinking Intently. It went against the
grain of him to give up till the last
lick was struck. Something she had
said a few minutes before happened
Into his thoughts.
“When your father Is well, there’ll
be more money coming to Box 23. He
can pay me back then himself.”
He said It slowly—like a man laying
his last card on the table, and the odds
But the effect was utterly opposite
(Continued next week.)
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The teachers of Barrow county are
hereby called to meet for Institute work
on Saturday, February 26th, at 10
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2. Opening exercises in our public
schools. General discussion.
.3. The value of supplementary work
for primary grades. Miss Susie Sikes
and Miss Lizzie Shedd.
4. How to teach Physiology <pid Hy
giene in our public schools.—Mrs. Rose
5. How to make a practical appli
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(5. Address by E. A. Pound, Super
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7. How to improve our public
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8. Lunch. No afternoon exercises.
Both the county board of education
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