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The Man From Yonder
By HAROLD TITUS
Copyright 1928-1934, Harold Titus. . WNU Service.
CHAPTER Xll—Continued
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“What shall I say?” she asked, in a
whisper.
“Nothing,” the man replied. “There
Is nothing at all to be said ... is
there?”
"Oh, you gave me such a start 1”
“You’re the first one. . . . I’m . . .
I’m too full of things to talk, now,
Emma.”
He made an odd gesture toward the
wall and looked about.
“We’re in the upstairs front room If
we’re needed,” she said. “Is ... Is
there anything you need yourself?”
He did not reply for a moment.
Then, heavily:
“Yes. . . . Your help, likely. . . .
A little later. . . .”
The woman did a strange thing, then.
She snatched up her apron and pressed
it tightly against her eyes.
“She didn’t remember!” she sobbed.
. . . “Oh, what’ll happen in this house
next ?”
“I wonder,’ Martin muttered. “Yes
, . . I wonder!”
She left him, and he moved 'almost
hesitatingly Into the living room. He
stood a long time just within the
threshold and then went slowly about,
from picture to table, from book shelf
to mantel, hands in his coat pockets.
Before this old photograph he stood
for a long interval; beside that worn
rocker he remained with bowed head,
as one might who is suffering ... or
worshiping. When he approached the
eouch where he was to sleep that night
his legs seemed to fail and he half
fell, half slumped to his knees. He
let his face down to the blankets and
his fingers clutched them, gripping,
gripping until the knuckles showed
white. . . . And a great, shuddering
moan slipped from his deep chest.
. Grimly, Bird-Eye Blaine prowled
Tincup that night. He had let John
Martin out as he drove through the
main street; then proceeded to a livery
barn where he stabled his team.
On the way he had sighted Ben Elli
ott but later, although he took up a
position before the post office and.
Ivatched passers on either side of the
Street carefully, he did not see him.
He began making inquiries and founo
that Elliott had been about town but
evidently Blaine was always some lit
tle time behind him.
Failing thus, he went to locate Ben’s
team and stood in the swirling snow
waiting. Stores closed. The aura of
light which their frosted windows had
thrown into the storm became fainter
as one by one they went dark. Bird-
Eye chewed and stamped to keep warm 1
and watched and listened. And after
i long hour’s vigil proved fruitless he
moved aimlessly away, along down the
alley.
At the rear of Joe Plette’s hotel he
watched movement through a lighted
window which gave into a back entry.
A man was there, closing an Inside
stairway door behind him. He turned
and buttoned his mackinaw with hasty
movements and Blaine drew hack into
the shadows. The man within was
lied Bart Delaney. . . . The door
opened; the man stepped out. He
crossed between Bird-Eye and the
lights, carrying snowshoes. Blaine fol
lowed as the other went swiftly down
the alley and then struck out past
the depot toward the tracks,
“Well, now!” Bl rd-Eye muttered to
himself. “Saints . . . Why all this
rush. I’m wonderin’!”
A chill which had nothing to do with
the temperature of the night struck
through him. Red Bart, fleeing town?
Surely, he went as a frightened man
might go. . . . Or as one whose er
rand is completed.
Out into the street, then, went the
Irishman, and into the pool room.
“Has anybody here seen Misther El
liott?” be asked loudly and men looked
up from their games at the query.
Yes, this man had, two hours ago; the
butcher had talked to him at about
eight. ... . None other. To the
dance hall, next, and his queries were
repeated. Then hastily back to see
Ben’s team still standing patiently in
jthe deepening snow, past Dawn Mc-
Manus’ house to find only a faint light
In the hallway, and from there to Able
Armitage’s a«a run.
Had the juuge seen Ben Elliott? He
had not; and excitedly Blaine ex
plained his empty search, the hasty da
parture of Red Bart, the neglected
team.
Able dressed and they went out to
gether, searching the town, inquiring
of late passers.
“Somethin’s happened!” Bird-Eye de
clared. t’Somethin’s went wrong with
th’ b’y. Able! We can’t foind out
what ut is ontil mornin’. Thin, believe
me, we’ll have help a-plenty 1”
“How so?”
“Lave ut to me, Able!”
Through the night, ten minutes later,
a team went swiftly westward. They
left town at a gallop; they breasted
high drifts across the way in frantic
plunges, came to a blowing stop at the
Hoot Owl barn. A moment later Tim
Jeffers sat up and in sleepy bewilder
ment fought off the man who shook
him and demanded that he wake up
and listen.
• •••••*
, The storm subsided before sunrise. I
It was a vast, rolling country, and
across it, from Hoot Owl toward Tin
cup, went teams. Five of them formed
a sort of processton, drawing logging
sleighs. Across the bunks planks had
been placed and on the planks stood
and sat men; they were silent men.
who drew on cold pipes, whose faces
were set and grim whose eyes betrayed
excitement. The Hoot Owl crew, this,
following Tim Jeffers and Bird-Eye
Blaine to Tincup to solve a mystery.
In an orderly manner they left the
sleighs and stood in groups while
teamsters unhitched and led their
horses into a livery barn.
Able Armitage canid"’hurrying and
he, alone, was welcome in that phalanx
of Intent men. Others of the town
saw him gesticulate as he talked with
Jeffers and Blaine, saw him shake his
head and spread his hands as one will
who has no answer for a pressing
question.
Old Tim turned to the crews and
motioned them to him. The men gath
ered close and listened while he spoke
briefly. Then the compact huddle
broke, Jeffers emerged and started for
the main street, that body of shanty
boys falling in .to move shoulder to
shoulder behind him.
It was a strange spectacle, for that
peaceful Sunday morning! Doors were
opened; men and women peered out. <
Then they emerged and stood to watch. -
Now and then one hailed an acquaint- '
ance in the marching company but
none replied to such greeting. Has
tily caps and coats were donned and |
along the sidewalks followed a grow- ।
ing crowd of the curious.
The breath vapor of the men rose In
a cloud. No other spoke. Far down the ।
street a small boy yipped excitedly,
across the way two women were mut
tering to one another. Hinging quick, ;
excited questions, disclaiming knowl
edge for fitting- responses. ।
They swung into the main street, old i
Tim wallowing in the long drift at the I
corner, his men trampling it down be- I
hind him. On down past Abie’s office,
past the pool room and then, witnout ,
a word of signal they halted. . . . The ।
halt was before the bank, over which (
Nicholas Brandon had his offices and
his living rooms. ■
The silence as they stood, every one i
of the hundred faces upraised to those
windows with the lettering which pro
claimed the tenant, was portentous, j
And then Tim lifted his clear, strong
voice. ।
“Brandon!” he shouted. “Nick Bran- :
don!”
“Brandon!" Tim shouted again and ।
his men stirred behind him, swayed,
giving up a low, short mutter. (
“Come out, Nick!” a teamster shout (
ed, voice thick with repressed excite- ;
ment. “Ay, come out1" another cried, i
Movement, then, where they had
expected movement. Up above a face ;
appeared in a window. Nicholas Bran- <
don looked down upon them. They i
could see his lips compress as he dis
cerned that crowd.
"Come down, Brandon!”
This was Tim again, his voice edged
with sharpness, as he might speak to ;
a rebellious man of his crew.
Brandon moved and threw up the
sash.
“What do you men want?” he de
manded sharply, in the tone of one
who has been long accustomed to make
demands.
"We want Ben Elliott!” Jeffers an
swered.
“Elliott? He Isn't here. What would
he be doing here? What could 1 know
of him?”
A mumbling, a stirring behind Tim.
“We want him. We want you to
help us find him!" <
“You’re d —n right!” . . . “Tell us
you skunk!" . . . “Show him to us
or we’ll wreck your whole blame
town!”
Tim held up a silencing hand against
this outbreak. Then he address Bran
don.
“Elliott came to town last night. He
hasn’t been seen since. His team i
was found where he left it There’s
only one man In town who’d have an
object in getting him out of the way.
We’ve come to that man: to you,
Brandon. We want Elliott!”
Brandon’s lips writhed.
"I tell you, I know nothing—” He
slammed down the sash and cut the
rest of, his sentence from their hearing
so those men did not know that his
voice broke sharply as panic laid its
hold on him.
SYNOPSIS
Ben Elliott—from “Yonder”—arrives at the lumbering town of Tincup, 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 Armitage hires
him to run the one lumber camp, the Hoot Owl, that Brandon has not been able
to grab. This belongs to Dawn McManiM, 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
"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 a beautiful young woman. The railroad bridge over which his lumber must
pass is blown up. By superhuman efforts Ben builds a new bridge and himself
drives the train over the rickety structure to Tincup, making the delivery on
time Brandon compels a woman (known as “Lydia") to accuse Elliott of mis
conduct with a girl. At a dance to which Elliott escorts Dawn, Lydia makes
public her charges. Overwhelmed, Elliott can only make a feeble denial. Dawn,
apparently believing him guilty, leaves without waiting for him. While in the
woods, Elliott is fired on, and drops, but his fall is a ruse to make his enemy
believe him dead. "Aunt Emma," Dawn’s closest friend, prevails on the woman
Lydia to acknowledge the falsity of her accusation. Elliott and Dawn are rec
onciled, but the girt is not fully responsive to Ben's pleading for her love.
He turned his back deliberately to
the window. Then, in frantic lunge
he reached the telephone and rang the
bell.
“Give me the jail!” he said excited
ly. “Quick! The jail I”
Outside a growing, mounting roar
sounded, like the voice of an approach
ing wind. Then came a sharp shout;
a,loud curse. Then quick silence again
as Tim Jeffers reasserted his leader
ship and demanded that they trove
only as a unit. But this order pre
vailed for a brief moment.
“Smash in the door; it’s locked!”
someone cried. “Take him until he
gives Ben up!”
“Good boy!”
The ball of tee, cast in the street
from some horse’s foot, now picked up
and flung stoutly, crashed through an
office window.
Brandon cowered as a yell of ap
proval went up, and pressed his face
close to the telephone.
“Hickens^. . . Art! This Brandon!
There’s a mob out here and—”
“I’ve seen ft!” The sheriff’s voice
trembled. “I saw 'em come in. I don’t
know what —”
“Get down here, then, and be quick
about it! Get down here and scatter
them!”
Brandon waited for the ready ac
quiescence which always had come
■ from the men he had made, from offi
cers of the law and judges and public
offi< fals both hign and low.
“Are you th"re ' he demanded r’
ly as a shrill yip came from the
street
“Yes, Mr. Brandon. 1 hear you but
. . . But what d’you expect me to
do against a mob alone? I —"
“Alone! You’re sheriff, you fool!
You’ve the law behind you! Bring a
gun and hurry!”
“But that crowd, Nick! Why, they’re
the best men in the north. They’d tear
me to ribbons! They’re good men and
they’re mad. You better get out the
back way if you can!’’
With an oath Brandon flung the re
ceiver from him as another window
pane exploded to fragments. Abandon
ed to that muttering mob, and by a
man whose political career he had
shaped with his own hands! From a
safe vantage point he looked out. A
half dozen men were pulling at a sign
[lost. The street was filling with peo
pie; his people, his employees. They
were wide-eyed, excited, and he saw
a dozen of them, men who had whined
and groveled before him. laugh and
jeer as another missile spattered on
the bricks outside.
He ran down the hallway and looked
out a window in the rear. A grim
guard of three men stood there, readj
and waiting for him to attempt flight
that way.
He went into his sleeping chamber
and took down a rifle from Its rack
on a pair of antlers. He threw open
the chamber but it was empty. He
jerked open a dresser drawer and
pawed through it in a fruitless search
for cartridges, cursing because he
found none. His breath was ragged
as he threw the rifle on the bed and
rumpled his hair wildly.
“Bring Elliott out!" “Show us Ben!”
“Get a rail I" These and other terri
fying cries stood out above the con
stant mutter of the mob.
Brandon rushed back to the front
office and waved his arms for silence
as he stood In rhe shattered glass of
his window, but the sight of him only
provoked hoots and Jeers which were
forerunners of a great billow of sav
age, snarling rage.
The men were having trouble with
the sign post. He heard the stair
door tried and a voice called: “Hustle
with that post!”
Coming! They were coming in to
get him!
He could not satisfy them! He did
not know where Elliott was. Last
night Delaney had promised to try
again but he had not come to report,
though Brandon had waited late. And
now the' crowd was howling for El
liott; lacking Elliott, they would take
him.
He covered his face with his hands,
tried to stop his ears. In those menac
ing cries he heard the knell of this
rbign. For years he had ruled by the
force of his will and now that force
was not enough. Bit by bit, Ben El
liott had caught tlie fancy of the coun
try and now, with that group of stout
men as a rallying point, the entire
town was setting up a demand for the
> missing Elliott. They wanted Ben El
liott. They would have Ben Elliott
i “Go home!” he screamed and waved
his arms, standing close to a broken
window. “Clear out, you! . . . Fair
warning, I’m giving!”
But his words were drowned In a
great yell. Men came lugging that
post across the street while Tim Jef
fers hastened toward them with ges
tures of protest.
“Hold your heads, now! Give ns
Hoot Owl boys a chance. We’ll get
what we come for or we’ll take Tincup
apart. But no destroyin’ of property
until everything else fails!”
His will prevailed a moment He
lifted his face to Brandon.
“We mean business. Will you come
out and show us Ben or must we come
and get you? We won’t wait much
longer.”
An opening, there, a chance to de
lay.
“Coming!” Brandon croaked. “I’m
coming!”
A gratified mutter went up from the
crowd and burst into shrill words.
Coming? Like the devil, he would
go! He was ransacking drawers, now,
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Hili | jy?[ i:
He Could Not Satisfy Them.
dumping their contents on the floor In
his frantic search for rifle cartridges
that should be there.
The noise outside increased; more
people were coming to join the crowd.
It seemed as though the whole town
must be there.
He sought a key for a locked trunk
and could not find it He tried several
but his hands shook, so that he might
have failed to make the proper one
operate, even had he found it
Again Jeffers’ voice, demanding his
presence, came out of a strange
silence.
TO BE CONTINUED.
Origin of Domestic Dog
Mystery, Authority Says
Cloaked in mystery is origin of the
domestic dog. Those who question the
genesis at all are likely to accept the
belief that the wolf was the common
ancestor of all breeds, but there is
much evidence to upset this theory, as
serts P. F. Ricketts, in the Detroit
News.
Dogs may be divided into two types
—the wolf (lupine) group which has
erect ears and hunts by sight, and the
hound (saluki) group which has drop
ears and follows its prey by scent If
is hard to believe that this latter group
descended from a wolf, because its
type, temperament and general confor
mation forbid it
Also, there Is earlier evidence of tnt
existence of the hound (saluki) type,
than of the wolf (lupine) group. Cu
neiform inscriptions and bas-reliefs of
remote years show salukis strikingly
like the modern Whippet. In these
same protrayals. a strong dog, similar
to the British Mastiff, is shown. This
brings up the question of a third type.
It becomes necessary, then, to search
tor a more remote ancestor than either
the wolf or saluki. Far back in pre
historic times, a dog must have existed
which-was the tap root of the whole
"genus canis,” although no direct evi
dence has been found to bear out the
theory.
Until such time as naturalists dis
cover the connecting link between the
lupine and saluki types, we must be
content to let our fancies play with
the possibility of a common ancestor
-for all domestic dogs.
Vessel* That Disappeared
The following is a list of missing
vessels of which the navy has a rec
ord, together with the dates of their
disappearance: Reprisal, 1777; Gen
eral Gates. 1777; Saratoga, 1781; In
surgent, 1800; Pickering, 18u0; Ham
ilton, 1813; Wasp 111, 1814; Epervler,
1815; Lynx, 1821; Wildcat, 1829; Hor
; net, 1829; Sylph 11, 1839; Sea Gull,
। 1839, Gramphs, 1843; Jefferson, 1850;
Albany I, 1854; Levant 11, I 860; Tug
' Nina, 1910; Cyclops, 1918; Conestoga,
1921; Kobenhavn, 1928. In addition
there are the Flying Dutchman and
1 the Marie Celeste, 1872.- W»Bhlngto»
Star.
"QUOTES"
COMMENTS ON
CURRENT TOPICS BY
NATIONAL CHARACTERS
ESSENTIAL TO RECOVERY
By DR. J. A. DE HAAS
Os Harvard University.
IT IS becoming- more and more
evident that in our attempt to
reconstruct the world after the
war we have chosen the wrong path.
Our only excuse is that it was not
realized at the time that states are no
longer primarily political units but eco
nomic units.
Many countries have indeed achieved
a measure of recovery, but evidences
can be observed on every hand that
the limits of recovery in isolation have
already been reached.
Great Britain has made a marvelous
comeback, but her recovery is entirely
based upon a reorganization and belat
ed modernization df industries, and in
the latter part of 1934 recovery began
to slow down in that country.
The test now lies before Great Brit
ain. It will be found in her success
or failure to find markets for her prod
ucts which 1 are now produced more
economically. Without them, the mil
lions still unemployed will remain un
employed.
Germany, Italy, France, practically
every country in Europe, also has
reached the limit of recovery in isola
tion. The answer is obvious: recovery
through international co-operation only
is possible.
NEW DEAL INEVITABLE
By EDWARD A. FILENE
Boston Merchant.
WHATEVER happens to the
Roosevelt administration,
whatever congress does, whatever
the Supreme court says, we may rest
assured that America is going to have
some kind of New Deal. Business
especially will never again be done as
it was in the years previous to 1929.
This would be impossible because the
Md conditions no longer exist and any
government which is organized as well
as any business which is organized
must plan in relation to the new condi
tions regardless of how much we may
prefer the old.
This is true throughout the world.
Wherever conditions have changed suf
ficiently to make some new deal neces
sary there have been new deals. Some
from my viewpoint have been very
a'nfortdnate deals and some that have
been exceedingly autocratic have caused
very many observers to conclude that
the days of democracy are about over
and that the world is turning to dic
tatorships.
SUSTAINING THE FRANC
By JEAN TANNERY
Governor, Bank of France,
WE ARE resolved to defend
the franc against every at
tack. We possess the means and
consider it our duty. The success of
our efforts should prepare the way to
facilitate measures of wider impor
tance. After economic restoration and
the resumption of normal commercial
relations between our peoples should
come a general stabilization of moneys.
Heralding the end of the depression,
this stabilization would be the surest
method of causing a real and durable
rise in prices. It would re-establish
security, for from the moment that the
different moneys that are now unstable
should become definitely fixed, the
business leaders in setting their prices
would no longer be obliged to take the
exchange factor into account. They
would no longer have to fear that un
expected monetary fluctuation would
come and upset all their calculations.
ABOLITION OF SUBS
By SIR BOLTON EY.RES-MONSELL
First Lord of British Admiralty.
REICHSFUEHRER HITLER
did say in his speech of May
27 that. Germany was ready to
abolish subinarines if the other coun
tries would do the same, and this will
ingness was reaffirmed by the dele
gates frpm Berlin during the recent
Anglo-German naval talks.
But it had long been known that
Britain also was willing to abolish
submarines and had pressed for their
elimination by international agreement
at the Washington Naval conference
and ever since. This fact that the
British views on the subject were in
accord with Germany’s was called to
the attention of Hitler’s representa
tives. Bqt it was also recognized by
both sides in the London naval negotia
tions that other powers, including
France and Japan, had not yet con
sented to abandon undersea craft.
TREND OF PRICES
By DR. GEORGE F. WARREN
Cornell Professor and Monetary Adviser
to Administration.
JUST as I believed that the price
level that prevailed before the
depression could not hold, so I
now believe that there is no probabil
ity of prices in gold returning to any
such level.
I have seen no sound reasons pre
sented for anticipating that the long
time relationships of value have per
manently changed; that is, I anticipate
that the long-time value of gold rela
tive to the value of other commodities
will continue to be in proportion to
the relative supplies of gold compared
with the supplies of other commodities,
but that extremely violent fluctuaitions
in the value of gold will occur.
WNU Service.
Shirtwaist Frock
Simple and Chic
PATTERN 2211
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It seems that girls will be girls
this season —even in the field of
sports! And most welcome, too, is
the return to femininity in clothes.
That flattering quaMty is most often
achieved through the softness of
gathers (as you see in this yoke)
or easy freedom of line (like the
pleated sleeve with its casual air!)
But every important tailored detail
Is retained making the shirtwaist
frock so universally becoming! See
how trim the collar —how neat the
front closing—how simple the pocket 1
Make yours of sport silk or cotton.
Pattern 2212 is available in sizes
14, 16, 18, 20, 32, 34, 36, 38, 40 and
42. Size 16 takes 3%, yards 36 inch
fabric. Illustrated step-by-step sew
ing instructions Included.
SEND FIFTEEN CENTS (15c) In
coins or stamps (coins preferred) Yor
this pattern. Write plainly name,
address and style number. BE SURE
TO STATE SIZE. ’
Address orders to the Sewing Cir
cle Pattern Department, 243 West
Seventeenth Street New York City.
IN GOOD CONSCIENCE
“What are you going to say when
the congress meets?”
“I am going to avoid the complies*
tlons of world economics,” answered
Senator Sorghum, “and concentrate
on a notorious matter of plain fact
and simple justice—votes for Wash
ington, D. C.”
Distribution
“Do you favor lotteries?”
“No,” answered Senator Sorghum.
“They are a means of distributing
wealth.”
"But they don’t change the flnao
clal system. Those who take the
rake-off still hold the advantage.”
Physical Effect
“What makes you speak at the top
of your voice?” 4
“In order,” said Senator Sorghum,
“to remind folks of the loftiness of
my Ideals."
Sounds Polite
“How much Is 5 q plus 5 q?"
“Ten q."
“You’re welcome."
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