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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (Sept. 25, 1919)
I PENNY of TOP HILL TRAIL 1 By BELLE KANARIS MANIATES Author of “AMARILLY OF CLOTHES-LINE ALLEY." “MILDEW MANSE," ETC. _ I X wrapped her up In It, and when I buttoned it around her chin, I did what I'd been aching to do lim e I (Irst met her, but had slipped on my courage. She was looking down in a shy, little way she has—and I kisst d her, When she lifted her eyes, there was such a surprised little look in them, I felt Just as if I had hurt a b&by* " 'I didn't mean to do it,' I said, 'but I couldn't help it. Will you forgive me? " I'll forgive you,' she said in a low voice after a moment, ‘but you musn t —again/ . . . "She meant it. so I didn't, but she let me hold her hand we sat quiet and watched the moon shine on the water. "I asked her if she'd had a good time, and she told me it had been the most wonderful day of her life different from all others, " 'Honest?' I asked. "She didn't answer, but looked off over the water, and 1 saw a tear on her check. “ 'Honest?' I said again. •' 'Yes;’ she said. 'Honest, and I never knew before what It was to be honest.’ "I didn't know what she meant, but we had got to Chicago now. It wasn't very late nnd I asked her should we go to Reilly's again and she said It would spoil the day. I thought so, too, On the way to where I'd left her the night before, there was a little park. We went In sat on ono of the benches. It was only a little clump of trees, but It made a nice place to visit, because there was no one around. Peo ple in cities don't act like they were •eaBoned to outdoors except when it’s hot weather. "I was booked (o leave the next morning, bo I couldn't let any grass grow. I asked her to marry me. " 'I wish you hadn’t asked me,’ she •aid, and her voice sounded like there were, tears in her eyes. " 'Why?' I asked. ■ f X ! , 1. I ..I. . fair •' ‘I wish, she went on witnout tatt ing any notice of me —■ just like she was talking to herself—'that I dared to love a intui like you.' “That was all I cared to know. For the ghost of a second 1 held her In my arms but she slipped out of them and I paw her face was pale. " 'You do love me!' I said. “ 'l do,’ she repeated after me. ‘A lot. If It was a little bit, I'd marry you, but I love you so much, I'll tell you why I can never marry you. You're the first man that ever treated me like I was white. I’m pretty bad. I know, but I am not so bad as to do you wrong.’ "I told her I didn't know what she meant, but there was nothing in the world that should come between us. " 1 tried to tell you tonight on the boat, when you asked mo to tell you fiow much I had enjoyed the day,' she went on just a? though I hadn't spok en, ‘when you said "Honest.” But I couldn't. 1 was afraid to tell you I couldn’t do anythlhg honest.' "Then she told me she was a thief. She didn’t try to make any excuses for herself, but when l heard her little hard luck story and knew what she’d been up against, I didn’t wonder that ■he stole or committed any crime. She had had a regular Cinderella step mother who had licked her when she was a kid because she took food from the pantry when she was hungry. The old hag called it stealing and warned the school teacher and the other kids got hold of It and of course you know what It does to any one to get a black eye. She had the name of a thief wished on her until she got to be one. She was expelled from school; put In a reformatory; ran away; stole to keep herself alive. Then they all took a hand at her—minister's, society girls, charitable associations: they gavo her ■ bum steer and made her feel that she was a hopeless out-cast, so she felt more at home with her vagrant class. The only person who had ever made her feel she wanted to be straight was a Salvation Army woman, but she had gone away and no one was left to care now. ”1 didn’t let her go any further. I told her I cared and I cared all the more since I had heard her story; and that she was honest, or she wouldn’t have told me about herself. What did I care what she had been or done? Her life was going to begin right then with me. l couldn't budge her. I talked and pleaded, and at last she gave in— a little. She said she'd think it over and meet me at the little park In the morning, and then she’d talk some more about it. r “So~we parted ttntil morning came. But I made up my mind that If she wouldn't consent I'd simply kidnap Iter end bring her up her to Mrs. Kingdom “I was on hand bright and early at the park next morning, and after a While a slovenly slip of a girl came up to me and asked my name. I told her. She gave mo a note and then started off like a skyrocket, but I'm some spry myself, and I caught her and held her till I'd read the note. It was from her and she said she couldn’t give me the worst of the bargain. That she was going to try hard to see If she could make good and live without stealing, and when she was sure she’d send word to me through Mr. Reilly, and, if I never heard, I could know she had failed, and for me to forget her. "Where is she?” I asked the girl, who was squirming like an eel. “ 'I dunno.' she said. ‘She’s loft town.’ “‘I don’t believe It!' 1 said. " ‘Yes, she has,' said the girl. 'She pawned all her togs—that new white dress and the swell shoes and her new ■ult and hat to get money to make o getaway.’ "I might as well have tried to hanj on to a fish as to hold that slipperj little street Arab. She broke, awaiy am ran. I was after her, but it was n< use. She new the Ins and outs of th< alleys like a rat. and 1 lost her. Yoi see, I didn’t know my girl's last name When I asked her eho said; ‘Call mi Marta.’ I didn’t care about knowin; her last name then, because 1 was si keen to give her my own name. “I was just about crazy. I huntei all over the t art of the city where 11 left her tiie first nig Then I wen ... u.-iiiy, tjT-i t:.. 3i:*n't '..now win i she was. I made him see what It meant to me to find her, and he prom ised to try his best and to forward at oijce any letter that came to him. If I don't hear after a while, when work gets slack so you can spare me, I’m going to Chicago and go through it with a fine tooth comb. KeilT; will help me follow every girl by tlw Tiame of Marta that's ever lived there. Kurts eyes, full of definite pity and regret, turned to Jo as lie broke the little pause that followed. "She is doubtless a poor little stray of a girl and luck has been against her, but, Jo, put all thoughts of marrying her away, just as she has. Walt—” he hurried on, seeing the anger kindling in the lad's eyes—"if It were any other offense—But a thief! ‘Once a thief, always a thief,' is the truest saying I know. Your love couldn't—” "It didn't make any change in my feelings when she told me," said Joe stanchly, “She could steal anything I had.” ‘It might not change your feelings, but It should change your intentions. Do you mean you’d marry—” Kurt had an incredulous expression on his face. ‘ In a second, if she'd have me. I’d buy her everything she wanted so she wouldn’t have to steal." "But after you were married and people found out what she was, you’d be ashamed—” "Ashamed! I’d put my little thief on a throne, and whoever dared to try to take her ofr would get it in the neck.” The car speeded up again. The man at the wheel saw the utter futility of further expostulation. Ill leave it to time and cow-punch ing." he thought sagely. "Time and work are the best healers, especially for the young. Breaching is of no avail." Night, came on. Jo looked up at a little lone star which was trying to make its light shine without a properly darkened background. “That's a poor little orphan star— ke her. I'll look for It every night now. I wish I hadn't blabbed to Kurt, lie hasn't a nose for orange blossoms." In the fortnight that followed Jo worked Indefatigably. but his heart and his thoughts were back in Chicago ex cept when now and then his eyes turned to a fertile little beauty spot valleyed between the hills. For ehcre he l ad located an Imaginary cottage—his cottage and hers. This mirage, of course, always showed a little slip of a girl standing in the doorway. To the surprise and dismay of Ills asso ciates Jo the spender became Jo the saver that his dream might come true. Ho offered on addendum to the reve lation ho had mad eto Kurt. They niet often, but in ranch life disc'ouse is not rrequent, and Jo instinctively felt that his recital of Dove’s Young Dream had fallen upon unsympathetic ears, while the foreman, unversed In the Danguage of Dove, was mystified by the lad s silence. Three weeks later the "man without a nose for orange blossoms" was again In town. As acting sheriff of the coun ty laely, Kurt had dropped in to see the jailer. “How's business, Bender? Any new boarders?" he asked. a *aI run in for stealing. Didn t find the goods on her; but she’s a sly one with the record of being a lifelong thief. She strayed up here from Chicago." “What's her name?” ho asked cas ually. "Marta Sills." "I wonder if it could be Jo's Marta," )£? act,nK sheriff thought suddenly. She may have followed him up here." Ho walked back to the hotel, trying to decide whether he should tell Jo If she should prove to be his girl, her ar rest up here should show him that his love hadn’t worked the miracle he ex pected. Jo had been a little quiet since his return, but he gave no signs of pining away, and maybe if nothing re vived his interest. It might die a nat ural death. The story Jo had told him of the little waif had made a deep im pression upon him, however, “Poor little brat!" he thought. "What chance does her kind have? I suppose I ought to give her one. There is one person in the world who might reform her, and 1 d put her In that person’s charge if it weren’t for wrecking Jo’s life." All through the afternoon while transacting the business that had brought him to town, his heart and his head were having a wrestling match, the former being at the disadvantage of being underworked. "I'll go up and take a look at her,” he suddenly decided. "Maybe I can tell from Jo’s description whether she is his Marta or not.” On his way to the jail he was ac costed by a big jovial man. "Don’t know where I can get an ex tra helper, do you Kurt? Simpson, my right hand, has gone back to Cana da to enlist.” "How providential!" thought Kurt. “Why. yes; Mr. Westcott,” he re plied: "We’re well up with our work, and I could spare Jo Gary for a f*nv weeks." "Jo Gary! May heaven bless you! When can 1 get him?” “Going out home now?" “Yes; on my way?” "Stop at the ranch and take him along with you. Tell him I said to go. It’ll be all right with Kingdom” Westcott renewed his blessings upon Kurt and drove on. At the jail Kurt looked in on the lat est arrival. She was sitting at a table in Bender's back office, her head bowed in her hands. There was something appealing in the drooping of her shoul ders and in her shabby attire. "Now Jo is disposed of, she shal , have her chance, anyway.” he decided Without speaking to the girl, hi , sought Bender and they held a brie: , consultation. , CHAPTER II. -Aren’t we going to stop at all. Mr I Sheriff Man?" I A soft, plaintive note in the voici t made Kurl Walters turn the brake o > an old, rickety automobile and hal1 | In the dust-white road, as he cast a sharply scrutinizing glance upon the atom of a girl who sat beside him. She was a dejected, dusty, little figure, drooping under the jolt of the jerking car and the bright rays of bills-land sunshine. She was young—in years; young, too. In looks, as Kurt saw when she raised her eyes which were soft and almond-shaped; but old, he assum ed, in much that she should not have been. She had found it a long, hard ride across the plains, and the end of her endurance had been prefaced by fre quent sighs, changes of position and softly muffled exclamations, all seem ingly unnoted by tlje man beside her, whose deep-set eyes had remained fixed on the open space ahead, his slim, brown hands gripping the wheel, his lean, sinewy body bending slightly forwajfl. Hltftenseness relaxed; a startled, re morseful look came into his eyes as he saw two tears coursing down her cheeks. They were unmistakably real tears—though, as he was well aware, they came from physical causes alone. Still, they penetrated the armor of un concern with which he had girded him self. "What for?" he asked curtly. "What for!" she echoed, her mouth quivering into pathetic droops. "For rest, of course. You may be used to this kind of locomotion, but I’m not very well upholstered, and I’m shaken to bits. Fact is, I’m just all pegged out, old man. Have a heart, and stop for repairs. What’s your rush, any way? I can’t get loose hereabouts, and I haven’t anywhere to go, any how. Didn’t mind getting ‘took’ at all' at all. How many more miles is it to the end of your trail? This is a trail, isn’t it?” "A great many miles," he replied, "and it was on your account more than any other that I was hurrying to get to the—’’ "Jail," she answered supinely, as he hesitated. "No," he said grimly. T was going to take you home—for tonight, any way." "Home! Oh, how you startle me! 1 didn’t know there was any of those home stuff places left except in the movies. I never was much stuck on home, so you needn’t be afraid to call It ‘jail’ for fear of hurting my feelings.” "You can’t work on my sympathy that way,” he said coldly. “Dear me!” she replied with a silly, little giggle. “I gave up trying to work the sympathy racket long ago. Honest, I’ve no longings for home. 1 feel sorry for anyone who’s tied down to one. Why don’t you kick over the traces and come off your trail and see what’s on the other side of your hills? I’d hate to take root here. Say, Mr. Sheriff Man, you look a good sort, even if you have played you were deaf and dumb for the whole of this awful ride. Let’s sidetrack the trail and go—home —by moonlight.” His eyes remained rigid and relent less, but there was a slight twitching of his strongest feature, the wide, mo bile mouth. He looked at his watch. • “We can wait for a few minutes,” he said in a matter of fact voice. "Please, may I go out and stretch?” she asked pleadingly. Talcing silence for consent, she climbed out of the car. “Do you want a drink?” he asked, as he poured some water from an Im provised thermos bottle Into a travel ing cup. “Thanks for those first kind words,” she exclaimed, taking the cup from him and drinking eagerly. “Why didn't you say you were thirs ty?” he asked in a resentful tone, with out looking at her. He had, In fact, studiously refrained from looking at her throughout the Journey. “I'm not used to asking for anything,” she answered with a chuckle. "I take what comes my way. ‘Taking’ is your job, too, isn’t it?” “To hell with my Job!” he broke out fiercely. “I’d never have taken It If 1 knew It meant this.” ’’It’s your own fault,” she retorted. "It wouldn't have been ‘this’ if you hadn't been so grouchy. Wo could have had a chummy little gabfest, If you hadn't been bunging holes in the land scape with your lumps all the way.” He made no response but began to examine the workings of his car. “Does the county furnish it to .you?” she asked. "It doesn't seem as ff you’d pick out anything like this. Was it ‘made in America?' Funny outfit for a cowboy country, anyway." "Get in,” he commanded curtly. "We must be away." "Oh. please, not yet,” she implored. "It's so awful hot, and I won't have all this outdoors for a long time, I suppose. I see there's a tidy little bit of shade yonder. Let's go there nnd rest awhile. I'll he good; honest, I will, and when I get rested, you can hit a faster gait to even up. I get tired just the same as honest folks do. Come, now, won’t you?" In a flash she had taken advantage of this oasis of shade that beckoned en ticingly to the passer by. He followed reluctantly. "This Is Heaven let loose,” she said, lolling luxuriously against the trunk of a tree. ’’You're the only nice sheriff man that eve’r run me in.” He sat down near her and looked gloomily ahead. “Cheer up!" she urged, after a short silence. "It may not be so bad. Any one would think you were the prisoner instead of poor little me.” “I wish I were," he said shortly. She looked at him curiously. “Say, what’s eating you, anyway? If you hate your job, what did you take it for?” "It was forced on me. I'm only sworn in as acting sheriff for the county until the sheriff returns." "How long you been ‘it.’?" "Two weeks. You're my second— arrest." "Who was the first?" "So Long Sam.” She sat upright, “Are you the man who caught So Lon/ Sam? Every one has been afraid I to tackle him I'd never have thought it of you!” ‘ Why?” he asked curiously, not pro^f 1 agiunst the masculine enjoyment jf hearing himself analyzed in spite of Uls reluctance to talk to her. "Do I stt'ni such a weakling I couldn't take cne man?" j “No; you look like you’d take a red i j hot stove if you wanted to; but they ; said—Say; is your maiden name‘Kurt? ; j No! It can’t be." I "Why not?" “Because they called the man who took So Long Sam, 'Kind Kurt.' You haven't been over-kind to me till just lately. Whirling me over sands in that awful fore-shortened car." “It must be better,” he said dryly, "than the kind you’ve been UBed to.” “You mean the jail jitney. Do you know, they never yet put me In one. Always conveyed me other ways. Weren’t so bad to me either. I guess maybe your heart Is in the right placet or you wouldn’t have let me rest and given me the drink, even If you did wait till the eleventh hour. Can’t you look pleasant like you were going to sit for a picture to give to your best girl in stead of posing for ‘Just Before the Battle, Mother?' You look so sorry you came.” "I am,” he said angrily. "I guest Kind Kurt’ is a blankety blank fool, as some people say. I’ve been a lot kinder to you than you know. Wher, I heard of your case and Bender point ed you out to me and said he’d got you locked up, I thought you were on* of the many you^g city girls who go wrong because they have no chance to know better. The kind bred In slums, Ignorant, ill fed—the kind who never* had a fair show. So I resolved that; you should have one. Bender wanted you out of town with the surety that you would never come back. “I felt sorry tor you. I offered to take you off his hands and bring you out here among the hills, where the best woman in the world would tjac.h you to want to be honest. Do you suppose I'd have done it if I’d known the kind you are—a bright, smart brat who Is bad because she wants to be, and boasts of It? There Is no hope for your kind.” It was the longest speech the acting sheriff had ever made. He had been scarcely conscious that he was talking, but was simply voicing what had been in his thoughts for the last half hour, “How old Is this ‘best woman in the | world’?” asked the glri, seemingly un | concerned in his summing up of her case. “Is she your sweetheart or your wife? If she is either one, you’d better take me’back to Bender, or spill mo out on the plains here. She won't bei real glad to try to reform a young, good looking girl like me. I am good looking, honest, IX I was slicked up ai little.” He looked away, an angry frown on his lean, strong face. She gazed at him curiously for a moment, and then laid a slim, brown hand on his arm. "Listen here, Kurt,” she said. “You were right in what you thought about me never having had a fair show. Everything, everyone* including my-' self, seems to have been against me, I was born with taking ways.’ ]j couldn’t live them down. Lately things have been going wrong awfully fast. I’ve been sick and su> one acted as if I were human up to a short time ago. I didn’t know that was why youi took me from Bender’s jail. Honest, I’m not so bad as I talk.” He looked at her skeptically. Her eyes, now turned from him, were soft, feminine and without, guile. He wouldn’t let himself t'e hoodwinked. "No; there’s no exchse for you,” he; declared emphatically. “You are edu cated. You could have earned an hon est living. You didn’t have to steal.” "No,” she said slowly and thought fully. “I didn’t have to.” "Then why do you? Bender told me you had a life long record of pilfering.” “Life long! Kind Kurt, I am young— only 20.” “He said you’d been given a chance over and over again, but that you wert hopeless. I—think you are.” ”1 think so, too,” she acknowledged with a little giggle that brought back his scowl. “You’ve got a white elephant on your hands. Kurt. What are you going to do with me?” “There’s only one thing I can do, now,” he said glumly. "Carry out a bad bargain. I’ll see it through.” “Oh, Mr. Britling!” she murmured sotto voce. “What did you say?” “Nothing. Traveling libraries evi dently don’t hit this trail. What is it the trail to, anyway? Your house?" “To Top Hill Tavern.” “Gee! That sounds good. A tavern. I hope it’s tiptop as well ns tophill. How did you come to build a hotel way off here? Summer boarders? Will there be dances?” "Top Hill Tavern,” he said coldly, "is the name of a ranch—not mine. The owners live there.” "And does she, ‘the best woman in the world,’ live there?” "We must start now,” he said, rising abruptly and leading the way to the car. “I should think," remarked the girl casually after his fourth ineffectual ef fort to start the engine, “that if she owns a ranch she might buy a better buzz wagon than this.” He made no reply, but renewed hia futile attempts at starting, muttering words softly the while. “Don’t be sore, Kurt. I can’t help It because your old ark won’t budge. 1 didn’t steal anything off it. Wouldn’t it be fierce if you were marooned on the trail with a thief who has tt. life long record!” 1 He came around the. car and stood beside her. His face was flushed. His eyes, of the deep set somber kind that grow larger and come to the sifeface only when trongly moved, burned with the light of anger. "Did anyone ever try whipping you, I wonder?” “Sure,” she said cheerfully. "1 was I brought up on whippings by a- tep mothcr. But do you feel that way toward me? You look like a man who might striko a woman under certain provocation, perhaps; but not likb one who would hit a little girl like me. If you won’t look so cross. I’ll tell you why your ‘mobile won’t move.” He made no reply, but turned tt the brake. “Say, ‘bb,” she continued tantaliz ingly, “whilst you are a-lookin', just cast your lamps Into the gasolind tank' That man who ‘filed’ it didn't 'put a widow’s might in.” Unbelievingly he followed this lead. “Not a drop, damn it!” "The last straw with you, isn't it? 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Of more than six hundred returned soldiers who have been employed by this corporation 43 per cent have proved more efficieat than they were before their military experience; 58 per cent nre put down as just about the came as before in efficiency and the remaining 5 per cent are rated ns having less efficiency, According to the letter giving these figures: “The analysis Indicates that the men are more orderly in tht;.ir routine work, more punctual, and a few who were rather difficult to ban lie are now amenable to discipline." The Evidence. Fair Overseas Visitor—And, my dear, they're just the cleanest boys you ever saw. It must have been the day they sent their things to the laun dry, for the major took us nil over lha barracks, and there wasn’t a sheet or pillow slip In sight anywhere! And not even a speck of linen in the mess hall 1 —The Stars and Stripes. All Depends. He—I love the smell of powder. She—So do I. Don't you think via* let scent Is- the best ? 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