CHAFFEE
ROARING HORSE
•V ERNEST HAYCOX
¥
“Gentlemen, I used to own
this bank. It was a good bank
in a good country and I made
a little money. For my own
reasons I sold controlling
Interest to Mr. Woolfridge.
which he wanted kept secret.
His business is not my busi
ness. I know something of his
affairs, but I have no voice
In them. I have nothing to do
■with this land proposition. I
sat aside, watched it develop,
and fall to pieces. It ain’t a
homesteading country. It’s a
cattle country. A nice cattle
country. I liked it as it was.
You boys will never make a
penny off it by farmin'. I
understand you are broke.
What I have to say is that al
though I am not in any way
responsible for what has hap
pened, nor am I able to ob
ligate the bank for any sum
of money, I do have money of
my own which I will use to
straighten out this affair.
With homesteaders in the land
this bank vfrlll go to the wall.
With cattlemen in the country
It will prosper. It’s to my ad
vantage to have cattlemen
back and to see you boys on
your way to somethin’ better.
If you’ll come in the bank to
morrow mornin’ and surrender
your rights to me I will pay
you whatever sum you have
paid Woolfridge. You will be
free to go. I will assume the
business of clearin’ up all af
fairs, which will take a long
time. But the country can get
back to its original business
again, which is raisin' beef.
That’s all.” And he ducked
his bony head and retreated
Into the bank, closing the
door.
A Stirrup S man crowcieu
beside Chaffee. “What’s the
old duffer mean by that?”
Chaffee shook his head, im
mensely puzzled. "I don’t
know."
“He ain’t passin’ out a lot
of coin for nothin’. Mebbe he’s
doin’ it to get hisself in the
clear. Why, he don’t even
know Wool fridge is in jail.”
“Don’t you think it,” replied
Chaffee. "He knows every
thing he ought to know. He
sees whatever is going on,
don’t forget it.”
The homesteaders shifted
around, talking earnestly. A
group of them marched to the
bank and tried to get in, but
the door was locked. Chaffee
started away, thinking of
other things. But in passing
his eyes caught a light behind
the bank cage; under the
light Mark Eagle stood, bent
over a ledger, black hair
glistening. He had on the old
alpaca coat, an eyeshade
covered his forehead and a
pencil lay behind one ear. The
Indian had returned to the
Ways of the white man.
Even that sight, as remark
able and thought provoking
as it was, failed to hold Chaf
fee’s attention. He strode down
the street, pulled by a more
urgent desire. He wanted to
see Gay. He wanted to talk
to her, now that he was free.
Free and poor. Free to speak
his heart, and free to offer
her a poor man’s company.
Well . . .
At the hotel he hesitated,
reminded that he had one
duty yet to perform over at
the stable—to see who those
dead men were and to lock
the prisoners in the jail before
any possible recurrence of mob
spirit took possession of the
homesteaders. So, both im
f>at.ent and tired, he pressed
orvard through the shadows.
On the verge of crossing the
street he heard a man running
directly toward him. He didn’t
know who it was, nor could
he make out the fellow’s face
In the darkness. The unknown
one halted, almost touching
him, the breath coming In
gasps And he spoke in a sibi
lant whisper.
“Jim—hey, Jim! For God’s
1 sake, come to Callahan’s!
They got Luke in the back
room—killin’ him! Hurry—!”
“Who’s that?” challenged
Chaffee. But the man was
running back. Chaffee raced
in pursuit, wishing to call
some of the Stirrup S crowd
after him. But he was past
the Jail and he didn’t want to
draw the attention or the
anger of the homesteaders
down upon the Perrine gang
There had been too much
; fighting to start more. So he
followed. He heard the un
known one sing out again and
drop completely from hearing.
Thoroughly aroused, Chaffee
struck Callahan’s swinging
doors with his whole body and
knocked them aside. His gun
was drawn and he swept the
room—to find nobody in it.
No customers, no barkeeps,
nor even Callahan himself.
Yet Callahan’s office door was
ajar, back of the counter, and
a chair went smashing to the
floor as he listened, evoking
a high and shrill cry of dis
tress. Chaffee vaulted the bar
and kicked open the door; it
swung halfway, struck an ob
stacle and recoiled. He com
manded a partial view of the
room and saw nothing; some
body sighed heavily and,
throwing aside his caution, he
hit the door again and jumped
full into the room. The door
slammed shut.
Theodorik Perrine, massive
and black and sinister, stood
against the wall, revolver
bearing down upon Chaffee.
He had the latter off balance;
he had the drop. And he
grinned.
“Nobody else Here. Just me,
Chaffee. I make pritty good
sounds o’ trouble, don’t I?
Yeah. Jus’ me. My come-on
is out in the alley, prob’ly
gettin’ away from here fast
as he’s able. God knows where
the gang is. Some’s dead,
some’s in the cooler. Rest went
I yella and hit for other parts.
But I’m still here. Chaffee.
Yeah, I’m here. It’s the end of
the trail all right. But I got
one more hand to play and I
shore wasn’t leavin’ until I
played It. Slip the gun back
in yore holster. I got yuh
hipped.”
“Where’s Luke?” demanded
Chaffee.
“Not here. It was only a stall
to bring yuh over. Put back
the gun.”
“A trick?” muttered Chaf
fee. He shook his head, realiz
ing how fully he had fallen
into the trap. It angered him.
1 He ought to have known
better. Yet he thought Luke
was in trouble, and Luke was
a partner of his. Perrine’s gun
was set steadily againsh him,
.while his own piece aimed at
nothing but a blank wall. Per
rine murmured his command
again, and Chaffee slid the
weapon into its holster.
Perrine backed away until
; he was at the far end of the
room. “Yeah, a trick. Yore
pritty clever, Chaffee. Yuh
think fast. I had to ketch yuh
quick afore yuh had time to
think. So it was a trick. But
it ain’t one now. I never knew
the man I had to take ad
vantage of on the draw. I’m
givin’ yuh an even break. But
! i want to palaver a minute.”
His own weapon dropped into
its holster. Perrine seemed to
relax, yet even In relaxing
the mighty muscles strained
and rolled along his shoulders.
He was still grinning, swart
features broken into sardonic
lines,narrow eyes half closed.
“Even break,” he repeated.
“Nobody in the saloon. No
body out back. Never saw the
time I had to have help.
Fifty-fifty. One of us walks
outen here without hindrance
—unless some o’ yore centi
pedes ketch Vlnd of it.”_
(TO-BE CONT1NU ED >
BANISHED BY GRUNDYISM.
From Los Angeles Record-Journal.
Some months ago the United
State* built a new tariff wall. To
promot; “prosperity,” and that sort
of thing.
Last September, Canada—our
best customer—retaliated with a
wall of her own.
Since then—about nine months—
75 new American industries have
moved to Canada.
That makes just 4*14 American
concerns operating north of the
border.
More than 50,f>00 Canadians are
producing “American” products—in
Canada.
These 50.000 Canadians are
spending $100,000,000 in buying
power away from American mer
chants.
These 50,000 Canadians are
spending $100,000,000 a year in buy
, ing power with Canadian mer
I chants.
—4$
By His Bootstraps.
Sergeant (drilling awkward
squad*: Company! Attention! Lift
uo your left leg and hold it straight
out in front of you!
One of the squad held up his right
leg by mistake. This brought his
right hand companion's left leg and
his own right leg close together,
j Sergeant: And who Is that fellow
• over them holding up both legs'
THE
FORBIDDEN YEARS
by
WADSWORTH CAMP
CHAPTER I
The first memory to take a
permanent, if vague, place in
Barbara Norcross’s mind had
to do with a revolver shot and
the confused moments crowd
ing after its vicious snap.
Naturally she didn’t know the
sound then for what it was;
to her five-year-old ears it
resembled an abrupt bringing
together of an elder’s admoni
tory palms, and she sat up in
her crib, wondering what
fault, unconsciously she could
have committed to displease
Harley, her nurse.
Harley wasn’t to blame after
all, for her angular figure,
visable in the night-long dusk
of the street lamps, rose from
the bed across the room, and
froze in an atitude. even to a
child, abnormally apprehen
sive.
“Lie down, Bobble.”
“But, Harley, I heard a
funny noise.”
Graceless in her heavy cot
ton nightdress the nurse
shuffled to the crib and thrust
the child back gently.
“Lie down. Go to sleep.
What’s the noise to you?”
It was only when she was
grown that the untended
irony of the question tortured
Barbara. Now she tried to obey
and close her eyes, but from
somewhere in the house a
feminine voice cried in blank
terror, and she commenced to
whimper.
“It s mummy—”
Harley’s hand, meant to be
soothing, frightened Barbara
with its trembling.
"I know, I’ll go see. You lie
down. Harley won’t be a
minute.”
But, after she had put or.\
her wrapper, the nurse crept
to the door as if retarded by
a cord of dread; and, having
turned the knob, she opened
the door inch by inch, as
against a powerful but im
material resistance. Except for
her thick breathing the house
was stifling with silence. Her
voice, when she spoke at last,
seemed to lack power to pene
trate it.
‘‘Oh, ma’am, what’s hap
pened?”
Barbara hear*! her mother’s
tones, still shrill, but capable
of forming feverish words.
“Quick, Harley! Not bur
glars. Don’t wake Bobbie up.”
Just before Harley closed the
door, the hysterical voice
spoke again.
“I oppose we’ll have to get
the police—”
Barbara’s whimper scattered
into hard sobs. She had
learned to dislike and distrust
policemen in the park where
she had to keep off inviting
grass, and be very careful how
she chalked sidewalks for
games. Was that what her
mother was afraid of, an in
vasion of the house bn police
men? But why should a sound
like a clapping of hands bring
policemen? Harley wasn’t
fair to leave the child alone in
.he artificial twilight of the
nursery, awaiting such a crisis,
so Barbara got over the railing
of her crib, pattered to the
door, opened it, and stepped
across the sin.
The corridor was dark ex
cept for a blaze of light from
her father’s dressing room at
the end. In the midst of that,
sketched brilliantly against
saffron window draperies
decorated with white and blue
herons, was her mother’s
lovely shape, clothed in
creamy silk and lace, and
crowned with the heavy gold
of her hair. There seemed a
profanation in Harley’s inti
mate contact with so angelic
a creature. Awkward in her
cotton nightdress, she held
Barbara’s mother closely while
both glared at something with
in the room an object, how
ever. which Barbara couldn’t
see since her vista was limited
to the space between the door
way and the vivid window
curtains.
Before she could go nearer
Harley spied her, and swooped
down, scolding with a false
ferocity, to carry her back to
her crib. Her mother followed.
“I wish she hadn't wakened.
Never mind. Turn on the
light.”
Very like an angel, indeed,
she hovered over the crib.
The child reachen up her
arms, and was clasped con
vulsively. That wasn’t at all
like her mother who seldom
had time to snuggle; and her
sudden tears were more troub
ling than anything else. In the
light Harley snapped on they
were like raindrops clinging
to spring leaves in the park.
“Go back to sleep, Bobbie;
straight back to sleep.” It
sounded more like a prayer
than a command.
“Why is mummy crying?”
There wasn’t any answer.
Harley came and leaned over
the crib, too, covering her face
with bony hands. Marcelle,
the maid, glided in without a
trace of her habiVual smart
ness, looking as if she had at
that moment awakened from a
gibbering nightmare. Gatins,
wearing a wispy bathrobe,
stalked after; Gatins, who, in
immaculate livery, always
made such a ceremony of
serving Barbara whenever her
mother let her lunch down
stairs. Behind him in the
shadows of the hall other
shapes wavered, unrecogniz
able, Why should that one
sound, resembling a clapping
of hands, have summoned
; everyone from bed in the
! micWle of the night and to
I wards Barbara’s nursery;
| everyone, that is, except her
■ father?
“Why,” the child asked,
“doesn’t Father come too?”
Silence crashed upon the
chaos of the room. Little by
little the muttering and sob
bing struggled from beneath
its massive weight; her mother
straightened and spoke with
an effect of lifting it single
handed.
“Harley, you’ll have to get
her out of the house right
away.”
Her voice intended for Har
ley alone, continued too
audible.
“A hotel. Say, the Windham.
You’ll hear in the morning
’►what to do.”
Harley’s shock made her
stutter.
“But—but why not to—to—”
The golden head shook ve
hemently.
“Not to anyone’s house. It
wouldn’t be fair after this.”
Again she bent over Bar
bara.
“Harley’s going to take you
for r ride through the park.”
The child stared. A ride
through the park in the
middle of the night!
Her mother’s beautiful
mouth t».visted oddly. She
started for the door beckoning
Gatins.
“You *hd f lephone head
quarters, Gatins?”
He looked so grotesque bow
ing in his bathrobe that Bar
ter a grinned; but the awe of
his voice swept her smile away.
“No, ma’am, but I’ll do it
straight off.”
While Harley was dressing
her the child became drowsy.
(TO B» CONTINUED)
“Farming for profit in 1931,” is
the slogan adopted by Alabama
Polytechnic institute for the states
farm program.
Heirs Seek Share
Of Buchanan Millions
Fayetteville, Tenn. — (UP) —
Frank B. Kelso. Lincoln county reg
ister, is having a busy time an
swering queries in regard to an
$850,000,000 estate.
More than 300 Lincoln county
people claim to be direct descendants
of William Buchanan, a cousin of
President James Buchanan, and
believe themselves entitled to a
Vraie in the Buchanan estate.
•ehe orooertv consistins of real
estate in New York, Pennsylvania,
North and South Carolina, Ken
tucky and Tennessee, has been
leased for 99 years and reverts back
to the owners this year.
In addition to local queries, Kel
so has had requests for aid in trac
ing "family trees" from scores of
people in such scattered places as
Houston, Tex.; Montgomery and
Birmingham, Ala.; Louisville, Ky.,
and the states of California, New
York, Indiana, Oregon, Wajhington,
Arkansas and Florida
PTATTE R1VE1C AT LOWEST
MARK IN 60 i i'.ARS
Fremont, Neb. — Special) — It
the year’s trend to extremes, the
sandy old Platte is playing its part
It has dwindled from a lusty stream
to a mere creek running down the
wide expanse of sandy bed. Accord
ing to George F. Wolz, secretary of
the Freni nit chamber of commerce,
who lies been a resident here since
1871, the Platte is the lowest now
it has been In 60 years.
SHORT CHANGE
CHARGES MADF
Norfolk Man Said Aleo to
Be Identified in ‘Dope’
Peddling
Norfolk, Neb. —(Special)— Twi
men have been jailed at Neligh aft
er a confession of having worked
several north Nebraska tow As as
short change artists.
Jesse Hoggat until recently a
brakeman for the Northwestern
railroad of Norfolk, about 35 years
old and Dean Likens, 28, of Basset
were arrested at Hoggat's home in
Norfolk.
Not only are the men said to be
proficient in short changing but
it is said they are “dopes” and
doubtless peddle drugs In the vi
cinity. No dope could be found on
the premises, but several hypoder
mic needles were found in the
house, and tell tale marks were
found on the arms of the two men.
In addition five pints of alleged
whisky and a quart of alleged al
cohol were found.
When Antelope county officers
get through with the men on the
short changing charge, they will be
wanted here for prosecution on a
liquor charge as well as on any fur
ther evidence found against them
BANKERS FEEL
BRYAN’S LASH
Governor of Nebraska Sayg
One Per Cent Service
Charge Is Conspiracy
Lincoln, Neb. — (Special) —Gov
ernor Bryan, judging from his re
marks this week, doesn’t care toi
bankers. After issuing the charge
on Monday that banks failed be
cause their owners were Loo politi
cal minded, he has come forth with
another statement In regard to the
service charge which banks propose
to collect on state deposits.
Bryan says concerted action by
the banks to collect the full 1 per
cent service charge where the state
treasurer has allowed them !4 of 1
per cent would constitute a “con
spiracy.”
“I think the state would be very
wise to invest its surplus funds in
government bonds should the bank
ers attempt through concerted ac
tion to require the state to pay
them an amount to be fixed by the
bankers rather than by the state
treasurer,” said the governor.
“Bankers should know they cannot
dictate the public policy of the
state.”
BIG ATTENDANCE AT
FARM UNION PICNIC
Homtr, Neb. — (Special) — More
than 3,000 people were in attend
ance at the Dakota County Farm
ers’ Union picnic in Homer. The
25 piece band of Louisville, Neb.,
all Farmers’ Union members, fur
nished music throughout the day,
SHOWS TAX TO BE PAID
BY EACH COUNTY
Lincoln, Neb. — (Special) — A
tabulation compiled by W. H
Smith, state tax commissioner
shows that the various Nebraska
counties, on a levy of 2.04 mills, will
raise a total of $6,213,418 in state
taxes.
Smith completed a list showing
the valuation of tangible propertj
in northeastern counties, togethei
with the amount each must pay tt
the state treasury on the 2.04 mill:
levy.
County Tanglible valu- 1931 state
Antelope
Brown
Cedar
Dakota
Dawes
Dixon
Holt
Knox
Rock
Thurston
Wayne
This year’s
atlon Taxes
$32,297,508 $ 65,887
9,886,118 19,755
48,922.180 99,801
20,768.714 42,369
18.175.954 37,078
38,257.610 57,645
26.002.372 53,045
36.585.955 74«365
6,335,659 12,925
24.161.372 49,289
38.161,218 77,849
state tax will total
approximately $1,500,000 less than
the 1929 levy.
WHISTLED FOR IT
London—Stockmen held an ath
letic show at the Royal Counties
Agricultural Exposition and when
the show was over the cattl" herds
men and pig men proved so evenly
matched that the Judge, Capt. R. P.
O'Donnell, called on the contentants
to whistle for the prize. The cattle
herdsmen, whistling “Tipperary”
outwhistled the pig men.
TO TEST SANITY OF
ALLEGED FIREBUG
Ogallala, Neb.—Counsel for Dr
H. J. O’Donnell, Paxton physician
charged with arson, have made ar
rangements to have him examined
Friday by Dr. W. E. Ash, head ol
staff at St. Bernard’s hospital at
Council Bluffs, la, for nervous anc
mental diseases.
Two brothers of O’Donnell have
arrived here. They are C. J. O'Don
nell, professor of mathematics and
principal of school at Long Prairie
S. D., and John L. O’Donnell, ad
vertising man at Houston, Tex
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