CHAFFEE
ROARING HORSE
SY ERNEST HAYCOX
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Eagle s round cneeks never
moved. Woolfridge frowned
and appeared to debate an
other idea. Whatever it was,
he suppressed it for the time
and went along the street to
the hotel. In his suite of rooms
he relaxed. There was a map
on hi3 desk. To that map he
directed his attention, erasing
certain boundary lines and in
WrUng others. And when, later
that afternoon, the stage
dropped a passenger from
down-territory, he was still
gtudying the map. In that
posture the newcomer found
Aim.
“You are late,” said Wool
fridge, neither civil nor un
civil.
“Very sorry, sor. I couldn’t
get away from the capital a
moment earlier. There has
been much ado—”
"Well?” interrupted Will
fridge. “What do I care about
all that chatter? Come to the
point.”
The newcomer looked at a
vacant chair. Since no invi
tation to rest was forthcoming
he remained on his feet. “I
gm afraid I have no good news.
.That is what delayed me. The
governor has been on the war
path. The legislature is about '
to convene, and there have
been many radical bills pro
posed Also, nobody under
stands Just how, there was a
repercussion in Washington.
On top of that the irrigation
commissioner has become un
friendly. In short. T. Q. Ban
gor has Instructed me to say
to you that his company can
no longer be interested in the
proposed dam up here. That
Is quite final.”
He was somewhat nervous,
having once deliverer’ the
nows, and he looked appre
hensively at Woolfrldge. Yet
If he expected an explosion of
wrathful disappointment he
was to be disappointed. All
that marked Woolfridge’s state
of mind was a sardonic gleam.
“So Bangor got cold feet and
threw mo down?”
“No, sir, that is not the im
pression he wants me to con
vey—"
“It amounts to just that,”
snapped Woolfridge. “He's got
the courage of a jellyfish. All
of those fools down below are
the same. If I had stayed there
I’d be the same way. Thank
God, I got out of it. Now I
suppose Bangor expects I’ll
come weeping on his shoul
ders. I suppose you think I
mean to discard all the plans
I had you draw up. Well, I do
not intend any such thing. We
ere going ahead.”
“I don’t see—” began the
newcomer.
“Of course not. If you did
see you'd have an imagina
tion. If yo;. had an imagina
tion I wouldn’t be hiring you.
Sit down."
The newcomer sat down, un
certain, puzzled, and distrait.
He had worked for Woolfrldge
many years, and he thought
he understood his employer.
Yet here was a men he didn’t
know at all. Woolfridge was
changing; he was hardening
to internal pressures. There
was a squareness to the chub
by face and a cast to the lips;
a suggestion of saturnine con
fidence that never before had
been visible. The newcomer
never had known whan went
on in Woolfridge’s mind, but
hiterto he always had felt
more or less secure of a cer
tain routine. He didn’t feel
it now. Woolfridge looked at
him In a way that made him
wish there were others in the
room. In fact the newcomer
was somehow afraid.
“All our plans were based
on the fact that the dam was
coming in," stated Woolfridge.
“We were to seli land on that
basis. We will still sell land,
but on a different basis. You
go back. Revise your adver
tisements. state in tnem tnai
here Is a land that will grow
anything with water. Dwell
upon the irrigation possibili
ties of the caynon. Do not
promise that a dam is to be
built, but convey by every
clever word you have that a
dam is sure to go in. Don’t
promise—hint. Hit ’em on the
head with that hint. By Sat
urday—two days from now—I
want a copy of that advertise
ment on the way to all the
country newspapers in the
surrounding states.”
“But Bangor positively
states the dam isn’t going in.”
“What do we care? You do
as I tell you. That hint will
draw a class of men who are
always ready to drop what
they've got and rush to some
other place on a shoestring
prospect. The world is full of
such. They will buy my land,
pay something down, and wait
for water to come.”
“Then what?” queried the
newcomer.
“Then—what do you want
to know for?” Woolfridge vas
about to say that then he
would have their money and
they would go broke. In the
end they would leave and he
1 would still have the land. “Go
back and get at it. Tell them
that dry farming can pay
them while they are waiting.”
Once more the newcomer saw
a touch of that cynical, sar
donic amusement. He rose,
fumhUmr with his hat.
“Very well. I will take care
of It. There is no stage out of
here until to-morrow.”
“I said you didn’t have
any imagination,” murmured
Woolfridge. “There is a livery
stable here that will rent you
a rig and driver. Eat a bite
and get out.”
The man departed, glad to
be clear of Woolfridge’s
presence. A stouter fellow
would have resigned. This man
was not of that caliber. Wool
fiidge had known as much at
; the time of hiring.
For perhaps an hour after
Woolfridge had gone from the
bank Mark Eagle tended to
business. At the end of this
time he very quietly laid down
his pen, removed his light
coat, and slid into his heavier
one. He left the cage, closed
the door, and went to Craib’s
office. Craib was busy, so Mark
Eagle waited in entire patience
until the older man pulled
free from a ledger.
“I’d like my money,” said
1 Eagle.
Craib solemnly figured the
days and dug into his own
pocket for the cash. “Your dad
pretty sick?”
“Yes,” replied Mark. “Thank
you.” It was still belore clos
ing time, yet the Indian left
the bank and walked to his
room in a private house over
near the rodeo field. A little
later he reappeared on the
street again with a paper
bundle beneath his arm, going
directly to the stable. Will
Leaver, the spare enable hand,
saw Mark enter and spoke
casually. “How’s tricks, old
timer?”
“Fair enough, Will. It is
getting colder. Winter early
this year.”
The stable hand nodded.
Mark Eagle walked to the rear
of the place and slipped into
a little alley made by the high
stacks of baled hay. 'le was
gone for quite a while and the
stable hand, thinking it some
what curious, at last rose and
started toward the back. Mid
way, he was stopped dead and
struck speechless. Mark Eagle
stepped out from the alley.
When Eagle entered that
alley he was much like any
other man in Roaring Horse
dressed in the same conven
tional clothes, using the same
speech and owning the same
manners. Possibly he was more
i reserved and possibly he
| carnea himseir a little
straighter, for he was proud
of his education and proud of
his place in a white man’s so
ciety. Nothing about Mark
Eagle, save the color of his
skin, set him apart from the
average run of townsmen, and
even that was overlooked
through many years of close
contact. Roaring Horse spoke
of him as a good man, nothing
more and nothing les3. Yet, as
he stood now before Will
Leaver, all the trappings of
civilization had been flung
aside. The woolen suit was
gone, the derby hat and the
leather shoes were cast aside.
Mark Eagle was stripped to
the waist; he wore a pair of
leather breeches and a set of
moccasins. His jet black hair
stood upright, heavy with
grease, and tadn blotches of
red paint emblazoned his
cheek bones. Poising there in
the half light of the stable’s
vault he stared at Will Leaver
out of burning, haughty eyes,
the perfect picture of some
wild savage emerged from the
past.
Will Leaver started to speak.
Mark Eagle raised a hand,
around the wrist of which
dangled a beaded quirt. And
he muttered: “Ha—me red! I
go!” His body bent, he slipped
around Leaver at a dog trot.
Down “the driveway to the door
and into the open street. There
he halted, copper body shining
in the cold sunlight, crimson
paint creating a wierd and re
pulsive mask of his face.
Leaver wone irom nis won
der and ran after Eagle, shout
ing: “Hey, Mark, yuh can’t do
that! Yuh’ll get pinched.
Come back here, yuh damdarn
fool, before folks see yuh!”
Mark Eagle threw up his
hands. A wild, exultant cry
went ringing down along the
building walls of Roaring
Horse, waking barbaric echoes,
shocking all hearers out of
the afternoon drowse. Then
he whirled. When Will Leaver
reached the door he saw Mark
Eagle leaping into the saddle
of a tethered pony. Leaver
yelled agairt, men came up on
the run. But Mark Eagle, full
blood, was on his way with the
winds, out into the open
desert, bound for the high and
distant ridges he had looked
at so long from the imprison
ing streets of the white man’s
town.
CHAPTER XIV
The Beginning of a Tragedy
Within three days Roaring
Horse was visibly notified of
the changing times, distinctly
warned that control had
passed to other hands. The
notification came swiftly and
almost arrogantly, as if to
strike a hard lesson home to
those unreformed men who
had fought against change.
First—and this happened the
night following Miz Satterlee’s
surrender—was William Wells
Woolfridge’s public avowal of
ownership. Roaring Horse
woke one morning to find his
name emblazoned below the
sign of the land office; it pro
claimed on the panels of the
Gusher Hotel, on Ellsberg’s
Mercantile House, above the
arch of the livery stable, and
as far down the street as the
lumber yard.
Woolfridge was shrewd
enough to know that this
wide-flung display would
create resentment and bitter
ness among the discontented;
Roaring Horse was not wholly
won to his side. Yet he rode
his high horse with a. purpose.
If it created anger he also
believed it would create dis
couragement. He had estab
lished the fact of his ruthless
ability to plow ahead; he
hoped that the remaining dis
senters would lose heart and
leave the country.
The town of a sudden be
came a beehive of activity.
Freighters rolled in, heavy
laden with lumber for the
yard, against the future needs
of the settlers. New lodgepole
corrals rose behind the stable,
and a bronc peeler from W nl
fridge’s drove in a bunch of
half-wild saddle stock and
took up the business of gentl
ing them out on the rodeo
field. A man slipped of the
stage and joined the clerk at
I che iand office. Maps our
geoned forth upon the walls
of that office. Small- piles of
the desert’s soil appeared in
the window with a written
analysis behind each. And
there was an artist’s picture of
what Roaring Horse would
| look like five years hence—a
' town of brick buildings sur
I rounded by a country of
i square, green farms in which
! great barns and fine houses
and tall poplar trees stood in
shapely arrangement. A crew
of men began to dig out the
foundation for some unknown
structure beyond the rodeo
field.
It all went to create a pic
ture of optimism and growth,
yet Roaring Horse looked on, j
half believing, half disbeliev
ing. Even Woolfridge’s flaring
ad in the weekly paper failed
to convince the skeptics
Roaring Horse had been ex
clusively a cattle country for
some generations. It would re
main so, believed these skep
tics, after Woolfridge was dead
and gone. But when on the
fourth day a line of wagons
drew into town and stopped
abreast the land office the
skeptics were silenced and an
electric thrill of surprise woke
the citizens from their doubt.
It was the vanguard of the
homesteaders, the first an
swers to Woolfridge’s broad
cast invitation. Gay Thatcher
looking down from the win
dow of her hotel room, saw the
wagons, their occupants and
contents, and marveled.
Somehow the spectacle was
so full of pathos that it almost
made her cry. On these long
and clumsy vehicles was
packed the assorted gathering
of a lifetime—plows, stoves,
kitchen cabinets, barrels ol
dishes, bedding rolls. The
household articles overflowed
and hung outward from every
possible angle of suspension
The men—she counted five—
were middle aged and weathei
beaten; the women sat silent
ly, bonnets pulled down and
hands folded. Children and
dogs swarmed to the ground
the very instant this queer
caravan halted. Presently
Woolfridge came out of the
land office and shook hands
with the arrivals. And the
men descended and slouched
back with him. These were
not the prosperous farmers
from which a successful pro
ject was made; they were the
type who had left one hopeless
stretch of land and always
were ready to travel on the
hint of something better.
“It is criminal!” exclaimed
Gay. “Nothing less than crim
inal! All the money they have
will go into this desert and
why, those poor women!”
They looked cold and very
weary. Probably they were
hungry as well. A baby cried
somewhere in the clutter; the
men returned, all smiling
broadly, and swung up to the
wagon seats. As the caravan
proceeded down the street and
turned into the livery stable
Gay Thatcher saw that the
women were smiling, too. Hope
had met them. The girl turned
away from the window, pas
sionately angry. “It isn’t fair!’*
“You are the first to enter
the project,” said that gentle
man, pointing to the counter
map. “Therefore, you have un
limited choice. Area One, as
you see it here, includes the
lands nearest the main canal.
Area Two is that part of the
project somewhat more re
moved. I want to impress on
you, however, that the soil in
Area Two is as good as any.
And since you probably are
not prepared to invest a great
sum of money, you will find
exactly what you want there.
Run your wagons into the
stable, settle your families,
and come back. I’ll have a man
with horses to take you on an
inspection trip.”
(TO B* CONTINUED)
BANDAGE WEDDING GOWN
New Haven, Conn.—(UP)—Band
ages formed a large part of the
wedding costume of Miss Anna Mc
Dermott, who was burned severely
while cleaning her gown on the eve
of her wedding. The ceremony was
performed while the priest, bride
| groom and witnesses gathered
around her bed.
FARMER MAKES QUILT
Beloit. Wis.— (UP)—A pink and
^hlte “flower garden" patch work
4Ullt which he is making for his
Mater keeps Andrew Rineheimer, 70
yaar-old farmer busy after chores
mn done. He can use a needle as
well as a pitchfork or plow and has
dresses for children, aprons,
Mttrls, and done faqgy work.
Sympathy for Felons.
From Chicago Tribune.
The legislative committal of in
quiry has concluded lta hearings at
the Joliet and Statevllie penttenti
pMcs. For the rest, It will examine
the records of the board of paroles
at Springfield.
Thus far the committee has spent
much of its time questioning con
victs with a view to determining the
causes of the recent prison riots. To
the extent that overcrowding and
lack of occupation were responsible,
the testimony of the prisoners was
of no importance. The prison rec
ords on these matters are far more
revealing than anything the pris
oners might have to say. With re
gard to the rigors of prison disci
pline and the conduct of the
I parole board the testimony of con
victs may have some value, but It is
easily exaggerated.
When all is said, the fact remains
that the inmates of a penitentiary
are, for much the most part, vicious
men and women. Otherwise they
would not be where they are. Many
of them are liars and degenerates.
As witnesses in any matter their
testimony is worth little, and when
they are asked about the conduct of
an institution in which they are
held against their wills their testi
mony is scarcely worth listening to.
We do not take the position that
the prison management is above
criticism in all matters or that the
criminal code of Illinois and the
i provisions for parole are perfect. It
would be a mistake, however, to per
mit the convicts to draw the con
clusion that mass action on their
i part can in any way advantage
them. And it is a mistake on the
part of legislators or the public to
! waste much sympathy on felons
> They do not deserve it and there is
no reason to believe they will re
I ward it.
Wheat farmers near Burley la.,
killed more than 1,000 chucks in a
few hours by laying out poisoned
alfalfa. The chucks, about half the
size of a porcupine, had caused
heavy losses.
“Little North America”
in Germany Losing Out
Little North America in Germany
is decreasing in population. Penn
sylvania now has no school, and the
parents must send the children to
Maryland. Boston's population has
dwindled to only a little more than
100, and Quebec has only four
houses. New York and Florida are
also diminishing in population. The
tract of swampy country about
eighty miles east of Berlin, and
called Warthe Bruch, once had mnny
I thousands «f people, but now there
are comparatively only a few. Near
by places, such js Jamaica, Trans
vaal and Havana are also losing out.
The tract was promoted by King
Frederick tlie Great, who induced
farmers who wished to emigrate, to
settle on the swamp land which was
reclaimed, and named the villages
and districts after the foreign des
tination they had in view.
Dr. Pierce’* Pellets are be*t for liver,
bowels snd stomach. One little Pellet for
n laxative—three for a cathartic.—Adv.
Machine Aid* Study of Sun
The Scripps institution of oceanog
raphy of tlie University of Califor
nia is making a scientific study of
sunlight, its effect on the human
body, etc. For this study a new in
strument, called the “thermoelectric
pyronometer,” has been developed.
This pyrahoir.eter is more sensitive
than any instruments ever used to
record changes in the amount of
sunshine reaching the earth. It reg
isters changes in sunlight like the
seismograph records tremblings in
earthquakes. Changes In the amount
of sunlight the earth gets, it' has
been pointed out, are due to causes
within the sun Itself and to shifting
haze and clouds in the air.—Path
finder Magazine.
Violin Recemblet Human Ear
In an effort to improve the tone
quality of the violin without detract
ing from resonance or volume, a
German musician and inventor has
made an Instrument bearing a strik
ing resemblance to a human ear,
which produces sounds of great
sweetness and purity. This violin,
des|flbed in Popular Mechanics Mag
azine, has viiHially been built on
edge, the sounding surfaces, there
fore, do not need to be curved to
make room for the bow, and this,
apparently, has Increased the reso
nance of the instrument.
Too Much
Mrs. Ritzy Yoo—I understand you
cooked for the Heyster-Peysters.
Why did you leave?
Cook Applicant—Well, mum, after
their stocks went down to nothin’
almost, they was always borrowin’
my car!
Japs Live Strictly Up
to Auto Regulations
Mrs. L. AY. Iloffeker of El Paso, in
relating some of her experiences
when she took her car to Japan for
a motor trip, says:
“When we docked at Yokolioma
there was no gas in the car and I
bought some before I drove into the
customs yard. I then learned it was
against the law to bring in gas
without a manifest and if I drove
the car out of the yard I would get
arrested for smuggling gas.
“Then the courteous Japs, in or
der not to have to arrest me, helped
push my car into the street and then
told me to drive down to the police
station for Inspection.
“I was informed that I must have
my tall light disconnected from the
main switch so that I couldn’t turn
off my lights and run away in case
of accident.”—Los Angeles Times.
He Knew Better
“I call that new maid of your
wife’s a peach, don't you?”
“Not whftfe my wife’s about.”
Morality, when vigorously alive,
sees farther than Intellect and pro
vides unconsciously for intellectual
difficulties.—Fronde.
It Is a happy wife who says, "M.v
husband wants me to wear as fine
clothes as he can afford.”
STOP THAT COUGH!
\\ ebster City,
Iowa—“A f t e r
having ‘flu’ I
could not eat and
had a very bad
cough. 1 began
taking Dr.Pierce’s
Golden Medical
Discovery and
started to improve
while taking the
first bottle. I also
took two vials of Dr Pierce’s Pleasant
Pellets and some of Dr. Pierce’s Cough
Syrup. Then I could eat and sleep and
felt fine. I never felt better than I do
since taking Dr. Pierce’s medicines. I
always recommend them to anyone suf
fering as I did.”—Mrs.Chas. Lacy, Sr*
136 Apple Ave. Druggists.
tTMTi «f Dr. Pi«rr«'t mrdicinM arm wh
ittled to freo medical advice Write Dr.
Pierce** filial* in Buffalo, N. Y.f «*dotJa«
wrapper from any of Dr. Pierce'* remodloo
ood receive professional advleo freo.
Natural “Bridge” Once
Across Behring Straits?]
The theory of a land connection
in the North between America and
Asia is not a new one. It grew out
of the very palpable fact, that them
Is anthropological and lingual rela
tionship between the Inhabitants of
the two continents. The Asiatic
origin of some, If not all, our ab(H
rigines has long been a theory of
students of nntive life in America,
hut theories as to how the Asiatics
crossed the Pacific have differed
and still do. Naturally, because
Behring straits Is narrow, crossing
that water in dugouts or even oa
logs of wood hns been the favorite
method of accounting for the Asiatic
invasion, yet some hold that through
a series of years the trans-Pacitlc
journey was made from island to is
land through the South sea. The
weak point of tiiese theories Is the
fact that their holders have not gone
far enough back in years to admit
of great topographical changes. They
have taken geography as it now la
and have had to assume a water
journey ns imperative. Their minds
did not go deep enough into the
geological past to envision such a
land connection as an ancient red
wood-forested bridge, or isthmus,
connecting the continents.
American Art for Franc*
One of the most magnificent piece*
of work of its type ever done in this
country, a stained glass window 30
feet high and 35 feet wide, has been
completed at. the studio of Charles
J. Conniek, in Boston. It will ha
Installed in the American church In
Paris.
W LIVER TROUBLE Si
Coated tongue, bad breath, constipation, bili
ousness. nausea, indigestion, dizziness, insom
nia result from acid stomach. Avoid serious
illness by taking August Flower at once. Get
at any good druggist. Relieves promptly —
sweetens stomach, livens liver, aidsdigestion.
clears out poisons. You feel fine, eat anything^
with
AUGUST p lower
Revolutionary Hbavlnn Improvement.tihav#
duilv 1 Va vear.-t for $1. Details free, lllf
GKADB. >741 Palmar, it Lottie. Mo.
Sioux City Ptg. Co., No. 21-1931.
Departed Together
Edward Franks, a Washington (I>.
C.) jeweler, thought it would be a
good advertising stunt to display a
$500 bill, a $100 and n $50 bill in
the window of ids store. lie ar
ranged the display and, having to
do an errand, locked the door of ids
store, leaving a friend to watch out
side. When lie returned n few min
utes later the lock on the door, the
$500 bill, the $100 bill and the friend
had disappeared.
Get the Particulars
“What was Mrs. Gab talking to
you about?”
“Oh, business.”
“I know. But whose?”
Winner
“I hear she took a blue ribbon at
I lie horse show.”
“For a horse?**
“For a gown.”
Castoria
corrects
CHILDREN’S
ailments
What a relief and satisfaction
it is for mothers to know that there
is always Castoria to depend on
when babies get fretful and uncom
fortable! Whether it’s teething,
colic or other little upset, Castoria
always brings quick comfort; and,
with relief from pain, restful sleep.
And when older, fast-growing
children get out of sorts and out of
condition, you have only to give a
more liberal dose of this pure
vegetable preparation to right the
disturbed condition quickly.
Because Castoria is made ex
pressly for children, it has just the
needed mildness of action. Vet you
can always depend on it to be
c
effective. It is almost certain to
clear up any minor ailment and
cannot possibly do the youngest
child the slightest harm. So it’s ths
first thing to think of when a child
has a coated tongue, is fretful and
out of sorts. Be sure to get the
genuine; with Chas. H. Fletcher's
signature on the package.