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The Man From Yonder
By HAROLD TITUS
Copyright 1928-19 M, Harold Titu,. WNU Service.
SYNOPSIS
Ben Elliott —from "Yonder”—arrives
at the little lumbering town of Tlncup
accompanied by Don Stuart, old, very
•lek man, whom he has befriended.
CHAPTER I—Continued
Thought of the rules swept the
crowd, because Duval was edging to
the right. He moved slowly, awk
wardly, at the cost of great effort, on
toward the center of the log. Was he
trying one more trick? Not likely. A
man under such a strain, does not at
tempt strategy . . . not fair strategy.
As he progressed an inch at a time
Elliott countered by also creeping
toward the center so his end might not
dip beneath the surface.
Both men had their arms extended
and Elliott's grin had faded to a sort
of curious smile, a speculative alert
ness. . . . Close and closer they came
together and then, as their extended
hands were ail but touching, Duval
suddenly flecked his right wrist in a
pass at Elliott's left hand.
"Ah, th’ dirty—” But Bird-Eye's
high scream was cut short by an om
inous roar. The Bull, facing defeat,
had overstepped all rules. The slight
est touch on the other’s body would
upset his balance, now, and after El
liott had proven himself above taking
what was even recognized as a fair
advantage, the last vestige of loyalty
to town or whatever it was which had
put men on Duval’s side was whisked
away.
On Duval’s face was ruthlessness
along with the flush of fatigue and
humiliation. He would be the last
man on that log, though disqualified
for any prize. At any cost he would
stay on that log.
But would he? Elliott, a steely qual
ity coming into his grin, retreated un
til he was out of the other’s reach.
The log sank beneath him but he did
not slow his cadence despite the fact
that he ran in water. He loosed the
last reservoir of his energy and by the
way his feet flickered and clawed and
spurned that log one might well have
believed that until now he had only
played with this crowned king of the
river that flowed past Tincup.
Watchers felt their middles aching
as they followed those straining con
testants. Again the Bull sought to
Strike Elliott’s extended hand and
missed by inches. His left hand raised
jerkily, up and up. His body tilted.
His great torso was twisting, wrench
ing at the hips, and, seeing this, Elliott
leaped high, came down running, sent
water sloshing back and forth the
length of the stick until with a throaty
cry of rage and humiliation, of hatred
and jealousy, the great Bull, missing a
stride, went sideways and backward,
disappeared beneath the surface of the
pond with a mighty splash and came
up blowing and shaking his black
thatched head.
Hats went into the air, then, along
with yips and yells and enthusiastic
oaths as Ben Elliott, panting heavily,
brought the log to a stop and, hands
on his knees, stood blowing and grin
ning and watched the man whose title
he had taken swim for the boom sticks.
The Bull slunk quickly toward the
boiler room of the mill, water stream
ing from his pants and sleeves. The
pond man threw out his pike pole and
brought the cedar log to shore and
there Birney, the announcer and mas
ter of ceremonies, greeted Elliott with
a clap on the back and, with the other
hand, thrust a roll of currency at him.
"Here’s your money and you sure
ieserve it!” he cried, close in Ben’s
ear to make himself heard. “You’d got
it on a foul, anyhow. Better this way 1”
Bird-Eye grasped his hand and shook
It with congratulations as profane as
they were shrilh Others surged around
the victor and Elliott accepted this
homage modestly.
“Luck!” he said to one enthusiastic
well-wisher. “I got the breaks in luck.”
“Luck be domned I” shrilled Bird-
Eye. “I’ll lick any mon ave me own
old or me own heavy who says ’twas
luck! You got stuff, me b’y; you got
guts!”
“Thanks, chum!” Elliott laughed. “I
hope you don’t find me out!”
He shouldered his way slowly to his
pack-sack and, surrounded by his ad
mirers, with Bird-Eye In the fore,
changed to his shoes again. He had
the usual run of questions to answer
that is the lot of any winner tn a
spectacular contest and he did It with
that amiable grin, with his marked
modesty and yet with a likeable frank
ness.
He looked about for Don Stuart,
craning his neck to see over the crowd
which was now moving up toward Tln
cup’s main thoroughfare.
“Who ye mean?” Bird-Eye asked.
“Owld Donny?”
“Yeah. Stuart The old duffer’s
broke, on top of being sick, and I want
to look out for him.”
A man at his elbow said cautiously:
“I’m afeerd old-Don won’t do much
visitin’ tn Tincup." Bird-Eye turned to
him inquiringly and the man nodded.
“Brandon. He found him here while
th’ birlin' was goln’ on. He’s likely
Made other arrangements."
Bird-Eye's face refiected concern;
the other man’s a cynical acceptance
es some unpleasant fact
“Th’ dirty stinker I” Bird-Eye said
beneath his breath. “So he’s drivin’
him out already, is he? Well, th’ low
down—"
“Who’s driving who out?” Elliott
asked.
“Misther Brandon. Americky molght
be a free country but Tincup ain’t in
it thin. Owld Donny ain’t welcome
here ’nd 't’s likely he’s got his orders
to move on.”
Elliott hitched his pack-sack higher.
“What’s this? Orders? What's wrong
with him? Seemed like a harmless old
gaffer to me. Bent on coming to Tin
cup, too; wanted it like a little kid
wants candy. Got my goat .. . Who’s
going to run him off?"
Bird-Eye had hopped nimbly to a log
from which point he could see across
bobbing heads.
“Ah-ha!” he exclaimed. “Sure, it’s
Misther Brandon hisself who’s a-run
nin’ owld Donny off!”
Elliott craned his neck and could see,
half-way to the depot, two men on the
sidewalk. One was his companion in
travel earlier that day; the other a
man he had not seen before. The latter
had Don Stuart by one arm but that
contact was not the friendly assistance
which Ben had offered the old fellow.
As Elliott looked, the feeble old man
tried to draw away but the other was
insistent, scarcely hesitated in his
progress toward the station.
“Train west’s due now,” Bird-Eye
said. "Sure, ’nd pore owld Donny, he’ll
be a passenger. It’s a cryln’ shame,
kapin’ him away from Tincup so!”
Elliott started forward, Bird-Eye at
his heels, crossing the street, leaping
to the high board sidewalk and swing
ing on.
He overtook the two he followed just
In time to hear Stuart gasp:
“ —ain’t long to . . . live, Nick. I’d
like . . . stay here. . . . Ain’t pleasant
to ... be sick and not . . . among
friends.”
“Never mind,” the other said as one
might to a protesting child. “I’ve told
you any number of times to stay
away.”
On this reply Elliott moved abreast
of the man.
“Hello, old timer!” he said, address
ing Stuart. “Going some place?”
He did not look at the man said to
be Nicholas Brandon. His manner on
the question was almost casual.
“Oh . . . hello,” Don panted. “I . . .
Mister Brandon, here . . . won’t let me
. . . stay.”
Then Elliott looked at Brandon. A
man of undeterminate age; not old,
neither young. Powerfully built, with
a peculiarly white face and eyes as
black as night. Those eyes bored into
Elliott’s now, keenly, intelligently, with
the look of a man who is accustomed
to gauging others without delay or hes
itation; they were the eyes of a man
who knows men, the glance of one ac
customed to rule men.
“Oh, this man doesn’t want you to
stay!” Ben said softly. And then with
a smile, to Brandon: “I sort of took
the old timer under my wing today. He
wants to stay here quite badly. I’ll
look after him.”
"There’s no place for him here,’’
Brandon salff positively. “Come, Stuart,
it’s almost train time.”
He twitched at the old man’s arm
but Ben broke In, brow wrinkled as if
he wanted to handle a perplexing mat
ter fairly.
“Well, now, say! No place? Sup
pose a place was made for him a few
days? I’d sort of planned on that
There’s a hotel here, and I’d be willing
to —”
“I don’t know you," Brandon inter
rupted and irritability crept into his
voice. “I’ve never even seen you. I’ve
known this man for years. He’s an old
employee of mine. This is my affair. I
dever have others, especially strangers,
meddling.”
A low whimper came from Stuart
and Ben rubbed his chin with one
knuckle.
"Yeah. I am butting in, I guess. But
. . . You see, the old timer told me a
little about himself. He’s been lone
some a long time, I take it He’s not
what you’d call in robust health. I
figure that if I was in his shape I’d
like to be with a few old friends my
self and if —”
In the distance a train whistled and
on the sound Brandon’s eyes snapped.
“I’ve not time to argue my affairs,”
he said sharply. “Come, Stuart"
“But Nick! See .. . here, Nick. .. .
I’ll never get back . . . again. It’s
lonesome, bein’ sick . . . alone, where
you can’t . . . Nick! You’re . . .
hurting my wrist!”
He winced from the grasp and on
that the last shadow of smile went out
of Ben Elliott’s face, the slightly apol
ogetic look at Interfering in a matter
which was not strictly his affair passed
from his eyes. He put himself square
ly before Brandon.
“Let him go,” he said quietly, but bls
took drove hard Into those black eyes.
The man hesitated and flushed.
“If you aren’t looking for trouble,”
he said, voice edged with wrath, “you’ll
keep out of this!"
“Fair enough. But unless you’ve got
a better reason than I know about, let
the old timer alone! Let go his wrist!”
। he added sharply, as Stuart winced
again.
'•I’ll thank you to keep out of—"
“Let—go—his—wrist, you d—d bul
ly !"
He had grasped Brandon’s forearm
With both hands, letting his pack slip
to the sidewalk. The clutch on Don
Stuart's arm loosened. With a snarl
Brandon drew back and swung for
Ben’s jaw. Elliott ducked, swayed for
ward and bending his supple body
caught Brandon about the middle,
drove his head into the man’s chest,
raised a knee to his groin, lifted him
from his feet, swung, shoved and flung
him free.
With a sharp oath Brandon went
down In the half-thawed mire of the
street, sprawling ignominiously on his
back.
Well, now 1 This was something else
again. Men had been coming, edging
cautiously near during the brief argu
ment between Elliott and Nicholas
Brandon. But when Brandon, the man
who ruled Tincup and its county, was
seen lifted from his feet and tossed
ignominiously into the mud, trampled
by his horses, stirred by the wheels
of his wagons and tractors, the street
which led through his town, to his
mill. . . . Well, then they came a-run
ning!
Bird-Eye cackled an impudent laugh
and turned to watch the faces of the
vanguard who came to see their liege
lord, sprawled in the mud there, scram-
With A Sharp Oath Brandon Went
Down Into the Half-Thawed Mire
of the Street.
ble to his feet. Their voices were
raised in incredulity. In two decades
and more no man save Bird-Eye Blaine
had dared lift even his voice in Tin
cup in other than respect for Nicholas
Brandon. And now this stranger had
picked him up and thrown him away!
But Brandon was up, lurching for
the sidewalk where Ben Elliott stood,
legs spread, fists clenched but with
good humor repossessed and grinning
as he had grinned at Bull Duval; grin
ning as a man will who loves combat
for its own sake and not at all as one
who fights in red rage.
However his smile faded and his jaw
settled as Brandon uplifted his face in
that rush. Murder was there, in the
black eyes, in the loose hanging of the
lower lip, in the purple flush of his
cheeks. Murder, and no less. As quick
ly as that homicidal look had come, it
passed. Something like fear swept
those eyes, driving it away. Not fear
of this encounter, Ben knew; not fear
of a stronger, younger man. Some
thing else again; something entirely
different It was the sort of fear that
comes from within; the kind of fear a
man has for his own Impulses.
Brandon halted abruptly. Els fists
relaxed into hands and with one of
them he brushed rather aimlessly at
mud on his sleeve.
A dozen men were close, then, hold
ing back, watching, waiting, listening.
Others were coming; many more,
pounding over the ' walk, splashing
through melting puddles, keyed to
grand excitement. And as Brandon
halted, looking up into Elliott’s face
and evidently fighting for self-control,
one of these new arrivals pushed to
the front and came up importantly.
“What's the matter, Mr. Brandon?”
he asked sharply, with the manner of
one ready to render service.
Brandon did not reply at once. He
settled his coat on bis shoulders.
“Sheriff, arrest this young man im
mediately,” he said then. “I’ll swear to
a complaint of assault and battery my
self.”
A sigh of relief, of disappointment,
of taxing tension, or of all these com
bined, went up from the growing group.
The sheriff turned to Elliott and
touched his arm significantly.
“You’d better come along, Elliott,"
be said. “You took in too much terri
tory.”
Ben looked about almost foolishly.
He was embarrassed and surprised. He
had expected a rough-and-tumble fight
in what he considered a righteous
cause and surely he was the sort who
would have been on familiar ground in
such an encounter. But here he was,
with a sheriff plucking at his sleeve 1
He laughed a bit sheepishly.
“All right. Sheriff. If it’s arresting
you run to here in Tincup, likely I’m
it!”
He turned for bls pack-sack and as
he did so observed old Don Stuart
sitting weakly on the step of the va
cant store building before which the
scene had been enacted. Perspiration
beaded bls waxen face and his quick
breath came through open, eolorless
lips. He was obviously a sick man and
trouble clouded Elliott’s eyes.
“Minute, Sheriff,” he said and crossed
to Don, thrusting one hand into a pants
pocket
“Here, old timer,” he said gently.
The hand came out and into Stuart’s
palm he pressed a thin packet of bills
and some change. "Get one of your old
buddles . . . Here you I” —straighten-
ing and beckoning Bird-Eye, who ap
proached with alacrity. "Get rhe old
timer to a hotel. Better get a doctor,
too. He’s heeled enough to take care
of himself a few days. After that . . .
we’ll see."
He turned then and fastened a severe
gaze on Brandon.
“And you, chum, let him alone!** he
warned. “Until a doctor says he can
travel, you watch your step with him!”
But Brandon ignored this. He was
buttoning his coat, pushing his way
through the group, which fell aside re
spectfully.
“All right, Sheriff,” said Ben to that
worthy. "Let’s go!”
CHAPTER II
Able Armitage, justice of the peace
in Tincup, looked over his spectacles
into the face of the prisoner before
him and a twinkle appeared In bls
keen blue eyes. He asked:
“Now, young man, you’re charged
with assault and battery on the person
of Nicholas Brandon. Are you guilty?”
From the rear windows of his clut
tered little office, Able had watched
young Ben Elliott emerge from the
status of a complete stranger to the
populace to that of its latest hero by
sending Mr. Bull Duval to a damp and
Ignominious finish in the log birling.
After that he picked np an old clari
net and commenced to play a halting,
aimless and not completely mqrical
tune.
He was so occupied either with the
musical performance or with his
thoughts that be did not hear the
tramp of many feet on the walk cut
side and was unaware that he Was
about to be called on to function In
an official capacity. When the dcor
opened, though, and Ben Elliott, Hick
ens, the sheriff, and Nicholas Brandoil,
followed, It seemed, by the total male
population of the county, surged
through the doorway the clarinet’s
squawking leaped into a shrill squeal
and died away. The judge’s feet
dropped to the floor and he swung his
chair to face the entrance.
The sheriff stated bis errand, the
complaint was drawn, Nicholas Bran
don affixed bis signature and then for
the first time Able looked closely into
the face of the defendant.
It was a long and searching look
and was met steadily by a pair of clear,
steel-gray eyes which seemed, on care
ful inspection, to be struggling to bold
back an expression that might, if per
mitted to develop, have proved to b<
a mischievous smile.
TO BE CONTINUED.
Origin of English Toy
Spaniel Much Disputed
Retrousse nose, abundant coat and
highly intelligent expression—those art
the chief characteristics of the Eng
lish Toy Spaniel, observes an authority
In the Philadelphia Public Ledger.
There are four classes of English Toy
Spaniels—King Charles, Blenheim,
Ruby and Prince Charles. King
Charles have a black and tan coat,
Blenheim have a red and white coat.
Ruby a solid red and Prince Charles
a tricolor coat
Under an American Kennel club rul
ing in 1902, English Toy Spaniels were
classed together in a general group.
Another standard for the breed was
adopted by the Toy Spaniel Club of
America in 1909.
The origin of the Toy Spaniel is so
much disputed that Pug, Malteset,
Pekingese, Jap and even the Bulldog
have been credited with a share in its
ancestry. A cross probably was used
to obtain the present short-faced spe
ci men.
Toy Spaniels date back to the Six
teenth century. They were in high fa
vor before the restoration of the Houss
of Stuart in England.
Since the days of King Charles,
whose name they bear, they have bees
closely associated with royalty. They
reached the zenith of their popularity
during the reign of James IL who bred
them extensively.
Sensitiveness to Sound
Tests of human sensitiveness to
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third
"QUOTES"
COMMENTS ON
CURRENT TOPICS BY
NATIONAL CHARACTERS
THE CONSTITUTION
By WILLIAM E. BORAH
U. S. Senator From Idaho.
THE Constitution is the rule
which the people themselves
have established as a guide for
their agents in the discharge of their
trusteeship. There is ample power
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citizen.
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methods can never be arrested In any
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There is little to be expected from
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By OGDEN MILLS
Former Secretary of the Treasury.
WE CAN have a free country
or a socialistic one. We can
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tem cannot be half free and half so
cialistic. Economic liberalism cannot
function under constant and arbitrary
government interference. Evidence of
the resultipg breakdown accumulates
daily. A civilization built upon the pri
vate ownership of property cannot sur
vive the destruction of the substance
of owwship.
The conflict is as Irrepressible as
was rhe slavery issue 75 years ago.
No I#, 1 #, as then, compromises will be
suggested. Now, as then, they will
prove illusory. Fundamentally an
tagonistic principles-- cannot be com
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By RAMSAY MacDONALD
Premier of Great Britain.
WHAT will Germany do now?
She may be angry. I wish
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well-wishers are at their latest handling
of their grievances. I wish they could
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their interest, not only to their honor
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confidence.
Ifi any event, I am sure the Stresa
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By IGOR SIKORSKY
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1 BELIEVE that the real future
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By PRESIDENT ROOSEVELT
GENERAL PULASKI was dis
tinguished among the noble
company of those who gave their
all for freedom; some were Ameri
cans; some were from countries across
the sea. I do not think that General
Pulaski would have wished to be sin
gled out from his fellows and comrades
for more honor than we can give to
them all. Our tributes to the memory
of the officers who served on the staff
of General Washington will be the
more fitting and appropriate if we do
not seek to legislate separate memorial
days for each of them, however, il
lustrious they may be.
For our own leader of the American
Revolution, the greatest of Americans,
and for him alone, have we as a people
set apart one day each year.
A CRISIS IN COTTON
By DEXTER STEVENS
Cotton Industry Expert.
THE cotton-textile industry has
stood for Secretary Wallace’s
foolishness and half-baked idea for
nearly two years. Now that It is appar
ent his brain-child is proving to be
malformed, he Is very sensitive to
criticism.
He may find that what he has chosen
to call “whining” on the part of the in
dustry is the rumblings of an outbreak
against his policies, and that the Indus
try is prepared to fight to save itself
from being utterly ruined by him.
WNUSerrloo.
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Two portable dwellings of steel
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structure Instead of an addition to
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The material for the homes was
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The houses can be knocked down,
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