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EBRUARY C4,.h U/)e BLUE MOON - Jl Tale of the Flatwoods By DAVID ANDERSON (Copyright by the Bobbs-MerrlU Company) to what he had dreaded. Her eyes sprang *to his face, and there was something In them he had not seen there before. He knew In that ln *stant that she had not misunderstood him. With a freedom from, which the high moment took even the tiniest semblance of boldness, she stepped to ward him and laid her hand on his arm. “You’re wonderful I I don’t suppose anybody else in the world would do such a thing for folks like —us —for strangers. Forgive me that I didn’t thank you. It was all"so marvelous! But I <fo, I do, over and over!" The puzzled misgivings on the wind seasoned face of the man*melted up into a slow smile. “It’s nothing—” he said. That was the best he could do,' the utmost syllable he could muster. “Nothing! When Daddy Is to be y, Jvell, and the good days are coming back ! How can I ever thank you!” “It’s nothing," he repeated. “I’d Just as soon you”—he hesitated; finally added the word, “folks —had the mon ey for a while as to let It stand there in the bank idle.” “Yes, but how many would look at it that way? I’m sure the bank wouldn’t; nor the doctor; nor anybody—but you. Except Daddy,” she added. “He would —when he was well. He was > like—you.” “Anyhow,” he said, as If continuing some previous remark —some remark he had doubtless been turning over In his mind, since he had let fall no word of it —“the first thing is to sell the pearl.” He stepped toward the open door. She followed him. With the air of a man seeking some excuse to linger, he turned at the threshold. “Sure you’re not afraid?” “Afraid! With Daddy?” A thought clouded her eyes. Her facd fell. “I’m only too safe,” she continued In a low voice. “Nobody in the Flatwoods would venture near this place. They think it’s —it’s —” She did not finish. The man guessed, and stood silent. L , But the future held too big a hope for her to stay long under a chance cloud. She raised her face after a 4 moment and held out her hand. He grasped It In both his own. ' r “Don’t feel bad,” she said, “because you have no name but —Fearlhunter. I haven’t any either but —but —” “Wild Rose,” he finished. % He watched the dimples come back; , and the soft twilight In her eyes; and a shaft of bronze sunset doing straight magic with her hair. He felt her hand 1 slipping out from between his—the cushions of her palm; her soft fingers —and turned away. Down near the flat rock at the pool he looked back and found the cabin through the trees. She was still stand ing in the door. He waved his hand. Her white arm shot up In the twilight, outlined for a brief Instant against the gray logs. CHAPTER VI. An Arm Across the Moon. The cabin of Fallen Rock was very gloomy as the Pearlhunter came down the bluff, walked around to the front door and pushed it open. The fire had long since tiled in the stove. In the twilight the interior of the cabin was like night. He hastened to light the “T The Sight of His Mother’s Chair . . . Oppressed Him Heavily. candle. The sight of nls mother’s chair, when the light brought it out of the gloom, oppressed him heavily. He stepped out of the cabin, think ing to sit upon the door step a while. _ The moon was not due till midnight. ready spiked* v c and deep that it * Ved to K-. *no bottom' A good i pjjpemed to be all that was needed . # .e clear through. * .ie bottom grew again in the sky; ~.e stars came back out of the deep azure. The man’s eyes opened. It was the sound of oars that opened them. For the first moment he did not know that he had been asleep. A glance at the east, all a-flare with the close coming of the moon, convinced him that he had slept—for hours. ' Midnight.' What were oars doing on the Wabash at midnight? The creak ing of them, accompanied by the dull clupp-clupp of the oar locks, drew nearer. Presently there came the gruff tones of men, surly, and short-spoken. When even with the house-boat the rowing ceased, and he knew the boat was being allowed to drift. “Hello-o, up there!" It was the hoarse, gruff voice of the Boss. A day and half a night! The finding of the Blue Moon had been cel ebrated most furiously. “Hello-o!” he answered. He heard the Boss swear and say to th.” others: “There! What’d I tell y’ul I knowed he wouldn’t be asleep.” The hoarse voice, thickened a good deal by the celebration, boomed across the water again and bounded against the face of the cliff. “Louie Solomon struck towm t’nlght He’ll be down in th’ mornin’.” “Let’m come." “Stick out fer th’ five thousan’.” The Pearlhunter did not answer. “Be up t’morrow, sometime,” the voice boomed out again. “Come ahead.” The Boss tossed back no further word. So Louie Solomon, the smoothest, trickiest, shiftiest of them all, would be “down in the mornin’.” The eyes of the Pearlhunter narrowed. His Jaws snapped together. He turned and re entered the cabin. The candle had burned low. The draft that set in from the open door had guttered it deep. He blew it out. flung off his clothes and rolled into bed. “Five thousand!” he muttered, drop ping into the sleep that comes easy to the woodsman. “Not even Louie Sol omon can beat me if I stick right here. That’s what I’ll and here. I’m not askin’ more, and he shan’t have It for —less —” So long as the pulse of the woods beat normal the sleep of the Pearl hunter was sound. The hoot of the owl; the whine of the wildcat; the howl of the wolves; never disturbed him. In cabin or house-boat, or out under the trees, he could sleep through it all. But let a false note creep into the wild medley and it instantly reached him. It was his training, and could be counted on. Some time away in the dead night the false note came —guarded footfalls outside the cabin, and close to the wall. Without start or stir the Pearl hunter’s eyes came open, every sense at keenest pitch. It must have been near morning, for the moon stood al most straight in the open door. He slid his hand down his side, felt for the revolver under the edge of his thigh, laid It across his chest, and covered both hand and revolver with a corner of the sheet A form blotted the moonlight upon the floor with a living splotch of shad ow. An arm came in at the door; a hand fumbled behind the casement No Face Appeared. That was all. No face appeared. A moment or two, and the arm disap peared; the splotch of shadow slid off the square of moonlight; the soft foot falls slipped away around the east end of the cabin and muffled into silence. Very softly the Pearlhunter rose to his feet. The light outside was far too bright to risk venturing forth. It would have betrayed him instantly. He glanced around tftt? cabin. The moon had passed by the east window, so that it was in the shadow. He stole across the floor and peeped out through a broken pane. A man was picking his way up the bluff. He seemed In no great hurry, nor in the least disturbed. At the top of the bluff he stopped and looked bncb. In his brief instant of pause be fore striding away into the woods the moon picked him out clear as day. It was the Man-in-the-Fancy-Vest. There was no more sleep for the Pearlhunter. He left the window, wpnt to the cabin door and felt behind IpMEI PROGRAM THURSDAY Bessie Bariscale IX ‘LIFE’S TWIST” FRIDAY Douglas McLean and Doris May “MARY’S ANKLE” SATURDAY <i'. 1 . . * BRIDE 13 Wm. Duncan, in Fight ing Fate. COMEDY MONDAY A Special Feature TUESDAY J), K i. ik .. • • - ■ .v.. nr r r v nTfrfrfaflP DOROTHY GISH Dorothy Gish “When Mary Ellen Comes to Town Ruth of the Rockies. WEDNESDAY CLOSED. the casement where the hand had groped. Ills fingers came In contact with a tiny bundle wedged between the logs and the door frame. He drew It forth and unrolled It In the moon light, deeming It Imprudent to light the candle. Even before the moon beams fell upon the thing he knew by a certain disquieting premonition what it would prove to be —a red mask. He felt along the wall to the chink above the table and poked his fingers between It and the logs, where he had concealed the packet the evening they moved Into the cabin. It was still there. He drew 1 It forth and compared It with the other. They were almost Identical, and of a pattern with the one he had seen that ufternoon at the three-gabled cabin. He sat down by the table and dropped his chin In his palm. What did it mean? What must it mean— this last one? He knew the meaning (Continued next week.) Classified Ads. * , • Genuine Oliver Plows and repairs. Sold cheaper by Smith Hardware Cos. $6.00 Bridles; buy one and we give you one at J. E. Callahan’s. It will pay you to see Smith Hard ware Company for your spring Hard ware. They are selling it cheaper. No. 13 Imitation Oliver Plow Points, 25 cents each at Woodruff Hdw. Cos. All Electrical Goods reduced 1 by Smith Hardware Cos. during their spe cial sale. Get a backhand; only 25 cents, at J. E. Callahan's. BUY SANDWICHES. For your party buy sandwiches from the Brides Club. Call Mrs. Bolt l’ir kle and she will have your order tilled. $6.00 Bridles; buy one and we give you one at J. E. Callahan’s. Genuine Syracuse and Vulcan points guaranteed to last one third longer at WOODRUFF HARDWARE CO. Buy Plow Points; 4 for SI.OO at J. E. Callahan’s. NOTICE By special arrangement we will al low full value for liberty bonds paid on notes and accounts, or for merchan dise bought between now and March 1. Smith Hardware Cos. Heel Bolts just 15 cents at Callahans Smith Hardware Cos., sell Bulk gar den seed. Fresh stock cheaper. 25c gets a No. 13 Imitution Oliver plow point at WOODRUFFS. 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The Revenge of Lycurgua. “Which of us dues not admire what Lycurgus the Spartan did? A young citizen had put out hts eye and been handed over to him by his people to be punished at his own discretion. Ly curgus abstained from all vengeance, hut on the contrary Instructed and made a good man of him. Producing him In public in the theater, he said to the astonished Spartans: “1 re ceived this young man at your hands full of violence and wanton insolence; I restore him to you In his right mind and fit to serve his country."—From “The Golden Sayings of Epictetus." 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Pure Cuba Molasses, per gal .SI.OO 5 gals Kerosene oil $1.15 II lbs Sugar SI.OO Best full Pat. flour, per Bbl. $11.75 Other good patent flour .. . $ll.OO Snow Drift Lard, 8 lbs $1.65 Snow White, 8 lbs. Bucket . . . $1.60 Best Pure Lard, per lb 22c Seed Irish potatoes, peck .... 60c We will have fresh celery, fresh to matoes and Lettuce Friday and Sat urday. Bring me your chickens, butter & eggs. Highest market price paid. We are still in the market for peas We will appreciate ahy business you may give us. Come to see us. Baird’s Cash Store Opera House Bldg. Broad street. Back to The Old Price John Deere Slat moldboard Plow turns where others fail with less draft. Asjk the man who has tried one at the old price. Also the famous Vulcan, known for its good service and cheap up keep. Two points last longer than of other makes. WOODRUFF HARDWARE CO. Winder, Ga. <