Harold Titus*
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SYNOPSIS
Ben Elliott—from "yonder"—
makes his entry into the lumbering
town of Tincup. He has brought
along an old man, Don Stuart, who
had been eager to reach Tincup.
CHAPTER I—Continued
—2—
Watchers felt their middles ach
ing as they followed those straining
contestants. Again the Bull sought
to strike Elliott’s extended hand
and missed by incites. Ills left
hand raised Jerkily, up ami tip. His
body tilted. His great torso was
twisting, wrenching at the hips, and,
seeing this, Elliott leaped high,
came dowrn 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 en
thusiastic oaths as Ben Elliott,
panting heavily, brought the log to
a stop and, hands on his knees,
stood blowing and grinning and
watched the man whose title he had
taken swim for the broom sticks.
The Bull slnnk quickly toward the
boiler room of the mill, water
streaming from his pants and
sleeves. The pond man threw out
his pike pole and brought the cedar
log to shore and there Blrney, the
announcer and master of ceremo
nies. greeted Elliott with a clap on
the back and, with the other hand,
thrust a roll of currency at him.
“Here’s your money ni 1 you sure
deserve It !* he cried, close In Ben’s
-ear to make himself heard. “You’d
®ot It on a foul, anyhow!”
Others surged around the victor
and Elliott accepted this homage
modestly.
“Luck!” he said to one enthusi
astic well-wisher. “I got the breaks
1n luck.”
“Luck be domned!" shrilled Bird
Eye. “I’ll lick any mon are me own
■old or me heavy who says 'twas
luck! Yon got stuff, me b’y; you
igot guts!”
“Thanks, chum!” Elliott laughed.
■“I hope you don’t find me out I”
He shouldered his way slowly to
bis pack-sack and. surrounded by
his admirers, with Bird-Eye In the
fore, changed to his shoes again.
He looked about for Don Stuart,
•craning his neck to see over the
crowd which was new moving np
toward Tincnp’s main thoroughfare.
“Who ye want?” Bird Eye asked
“Owld Ponny?”
“Yeah. Stuart The old duffer’s
•broke, on top of being sick, and I
-want to look out for him.”
A mnn at his elbow said cau
tiously :
“I’m afeerd old Don won’t do
much visitin’ in Tlncup." Bird-Eye
turned to him Inquiringly and the
man nodded. “Brandon. He found
him here while th’ birlin’ was goin’
on. He’s llfeely made ether arrange
ments.”
“Th’ dirty stinker!” Bird-Eye said
beneath his breath. “So he’s drivin’
him ont already, Is he? Well, th’
,ow down—”
“Who’s driving who out?" Elliott
asked.
“Mist her Brandon. Ainencky
xnolght he a free country but Tin
cop 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 a bit
higher.
“What’s this? Orders? What’s
wrong with him? Seemed like a
harmless old gaffer to me. Bent on
coming to Tincup, too; wanted It
like a little kid wants candy. Got
my goat. . . . Who’s going to
run him cfT’”
Bird Eye had hopped nimbly to a
log from which point lie could see
across bobbing heads.
“Ah-ha!” he exclaimed. "Sure.
It’s Mist tier Brandon liisseli who’s
a-mnnin’ owld Donny off!”
Elliott craned his neck and could
see, half-way to the depot, twc men
on the sidewalk. One was his com
panion in travel earlier that day;
the other a man he had not seen be
fore. The latter had Dun Stuart by
one arm hut that contact was not
the friendly assistance which Ben
had offered the old fellow. As El
liott 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,
h^’ll be a passenger. It's a cryin’
shame, kapln’ him away from Tin
cap so!’
Elliott started forward, Bird-Eye
at his heels, crossing the street,
leaping to ttie high board sidewalk
and swinging 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 . . . he 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, ad
dressing Stuart. “Going some place?”
ne did not look at the man said
to be Nicholas brandon. Ills man
ner en the question w as almost cas
ual.
“Oh . . . hello.” Dan panted.
“I . . . Mister braiubm, here
. . . won't let me . . . stay.”
Then Elliott looked at brandon.
A man of undetermined age; not
old. neither young. Powerfully
built, with a peculiarly white face
and eyes as black as night. These
eyes bored Into Elliott’s now, keen
ly, Intelligently, with the look of a
man who is accustomed to gauging
others without delay or hesitation.
"Oh, this man doesn't want you
to stay!” ben said softly. And then
with a smile, to brandon: “l sort of
took the old timer under my wing
today. He wants to stay here quite
badly. Pll look after him.”
“There’s no place for him here,”
Brandon said 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
matter 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 In
terrupted 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 never hnve others,
especially strangers, meddling.”
A low whisper came from Stuart
and Ben rubbed his chin with one
knuckle.
"Yeah. I am butting In, 1 guess.
But . . . You see, the old timer
told me a little about himself. He’s
been lonesome a long time, I take
It He's not what you’d call in ro
bust health. 1 figure that if I was In
his shape I’d like to be with a few
old friends myself and If—”
In the distance a train whistled
and on the sound Brandon's eyes
snapped.
“I’ve no time to argue my affairs,”
he said sharply. “Come, Stuart”
"But, Nick! See . . here,
With a Sharp Oath Brandon Went
Down Into the Half-Thawed Mire
of the Street.
Nick . . I'll never get back
. . . again. It’s lonesome, bein’
sick . alone, where you can’t
. . Nick! You’re . . hurt
ing my wrist!”
He winced from the grasp and on
that tfie last shadow of a smile went
out of Ben Elliott’s face. He put
himself squarely before Brandon.
“Let him go," he said quietly, hut
his look drove hard into those black
eyes.
The man hesitated and Hushed.
“If you -iren'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, lei the old timer alone! Let
go of his wrist!” he added sharply,
as Stuart winced again.
“I’ll thar.U you to keep out of—"
“Let—go—his—wrist, you d—d
bully 1”
He had grasped Brandon’s fore
arm 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 jnw. Elliott
ducked, swayed forward and bend
ing his supple body caught Bran
don about the middle, drove his
head into the mnn’a 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 ignomlnlously on
his bnck.
Well, new! That was something
else again. Men hnd been coming,
edging cautiously near during the
brief argument between Elliott and
Nicholas Brandon. But when Bran
don. the man who ruled Tlncup and
Its county, was seen lifted from his
feet and tossed Ignomlnlously Into
the mud, trampled by its horses,
stirred by the wheels of his wagons
and tractors, the street which led
through the 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 Uige lord, sprawled In the mud
there, scramble 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 Tincup 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
hut witli good humor repossessed
and grinning ns lie had grinned at
Bull Duval; grinning as a man will
who loves combat for its own sake
arid not at all as one who fights
in red rage.
However his smile faded and ids
Jnw settled ns Brandon uplifted Ills
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. Mur
der, and no less. As quickly 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 entire
ly different. It was the sort of fear
that comes from within; the kind
of fear a man has for his own irn
nu I sites.
Brandon halted abruptly. His
fists relaxed Into hands and with
one of them he brushed rather aim
lessly at mud on his sleeve.
A dozen men were close, then,
holding back, watching, waiting,
listening. Others were coming. And
as Brandon hnlted, looking up into
Elliott’s face and evidently fighting
for seif-control, one of these new
arrivals pushed to the front and
came up importantly.
“What's the matter, Mr. Bran
don?” he asked sharply, with the
manner of one ready to render serv
ice.
Brandon did not reply at once.
He settled his coat on his shoul
ders.
“Sheriff, arrest this young man
Immediately," he snid then. “I'll
swear to a complaint of assault
and battery myself.”
A sigh of relief, of disappoint
ment, of taxing tension, or of all
these combined, went up from the
growing group. The sheriff turned
to Elliott and touched his arm sig
nificantly.
“You’d better come along, Elli
ott,” he said. “You took in too much
territory.”
Ben looked 'about almost fool
ishly. He was embarrassed and sur
prised. He had expected a rough
and-tumble fight in what he con
sidered a righteous cause and sure
ly he was the sort who would nave
heen on familiar ground in such
an encounter. But here he was.
with a sheriff plucking at bis
sleeve 1
He laughed a bit sheepishly.
“All right. Sheriff. If it’s arrest
ing you run to here in Tincup,
likely I’m it!”
He turned for hts pack-sack and
as he did so observed old Don
Stuart sitting weakly on the step
of the vacant store building before
which the scene had been enacted.
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 [innts pocket.
"Here, old timer," he said gent
ly. The hand came out and into
Stuart’s palm he pressed a thin
packet of bills and some change.
“(Jet one of your old buddies . . .
Here you!”—straightening and
beckoning Bird-Eye, who ap
proached with alacrity. “(Jet the old
timer to a hotel Belter get a dec
tor, too. lie's heeled enough to take
care of himself a few days. After
that . . . we'll see.”
He turned then and fastened a se
vere gaze on Brandon.
"And you. chum, let him alone!"
tie warned. “Until a doctor says
he can travel, you watch your step
wit., him!"
But Brundon ignored this. lie
was buttoning his coat, pushing his
way through the group, whi.’h fell
aside respectfully.
"All right, Sheri IT," said Ben to
that worthy. "lad's go!”
CHAPTER II
A BI.E ABMITAGE, Justice of the
** peace In Tlneup, looked over
Ins spectacles into the face of the
prisoner before him and a twinkle
appeared in his keen blue eyes. He
asked:
“Now, young man, you're charged
i with assault and battery on the per
son of Nicholas Brandon. Are yon
guilty t"
From the rear windows of his
cluttered 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 Ignomini
ous finish In the log blrllng. After
that he picked up an old clarinet
and commenced to play a halting,
aimless and not comp etely musical
tune.
Ue was so occupied either with
the musical performance or with
hla thoughts that he did not hear
the tramp of many feet on the walk
outside and was unaware that he
was about to be called on to func
tion In an official capacity. When
the door opened, though, and Bon
Elliott. Hlckens, the sheriff, and
Nicholas Brandon, followed. It
seemed, by the total male popula
tion of the county, surged through
the doorway, the clarinet’s squawk
ing leaped Into a shrill squeal and
died away. The Judge’s feet dropped
to the floor and he swung hla chair
to face the entrance.
The sheriff stnted his errand, the
complaint was drawn. Nicholas Bran
don affixed his signature and then
for the ffrst time Able looked close
ly Into the face of the defendant.
It was a long and searching look
and was met steadily hy a pair of
clear steel-grny eyes.
"Are you guilty or not?” Able re
peated and Ben Elliott who had
stood at ease before him. slouch hat
In his great brown hands, gave his
head n grave twist
“Well, If pitching a tnan off the
"Guilty, Eh?"
sidewalk into the mud is called as
sault and battery in Tincup, then
I’m about a hundred per cent
guilty," he said.
A stir in the room followed that
and Able frowned, a convincingly
Judicial frown.
"Guilty, eh?" He cleared his
throat at length. “Now how about
this disruption of the peace, any
how?"
The sheriff spoke.
“You see, Able, ’twas this way.
Mr.—'*
“Now, Just a minute. Art. This
accused has pleaded guilty, as I un
derstand it. I don’t see any need
of anybody else saying anything.
He's thrown himself on the mercy
of the court, you might say, and it’s
regular and proper and according to
the spirit of the statute that*I ques
tion him before passing sentence.”
The sheriff sniffed and subsided
Clearly, there was little friendship
between him and the Justice.
“Now, Mr. ...” Able glanced
at the complaint again. “Mr. Hen
Elliott, how come that you go about
the country tossing reputable citi
zens Into the mud?”
“Why, he was trying to make a
friend of mine do something he
didn’t want to do. That’s all. I
butted in, I guess; he got hard and
so,"—shrug—“I lost my head for a
minute and put him In his place.”
“In the mud. you mean."
“Yeah, in the mud.”
"Well, go on; go on. Go back to
the beginning. I want to know all
about this affair.”
Elliott drew a long breath.
"1 started for Tincup several (lays
ago. I was a long ways off. over In
Minnesota. This morning I got
down to the Junction west of here
and while I waited for my train
got talking to this old timer. Don
Stuart, who was In the station. May
be you know him. Judge. Other folks
here do." Able blinked twice; hard.
"The old fellow Is about all In. I’d
say. He's got It into his head
that he’s about to die and probably
his guess Isn’t such a had one.
Seems this used to be his stamping
ground, that lie's been away a long
time and that he’d started back
to finish his days here where he
could see some old friends. He went
broke on the way and was Just sit
ting there this morning waiting for
something to happen. I happened.
I wasn't any too well heeled my
self, but I had enough for Ids ticket
so I brought him along.
"As luck would have It. I got a
chance to pick up a few dollars of
Tincup money as soon as we got In
and I bad to have it, with the old
timer on my bands. While 1 was
busy getting this cash this man
Brandon evidently saw my buddy
and started rushing him back to
the depot to tnke the next train
back to where be came from. I
didn’t like that so well. I tried to
talk him out of It hut Mr. Brandon
Isn’t a greater talker. That** all.
. . . Here I am I"
(TO BE CONTINUED.}
Thirty Years
By JEWELL H. MOGFORD
A. McClure Newspaper Syndicate.
WNU Service.
D LACING bis watch on his desk
* In front of him, Kenneth Rowell
picked up the gun. With his free
bund he pulled his evening coat
back and with cnlm, calculating
movement, placed the muzzle over
his heart.
His handsome young face was set
and colorless, his line body tense.
He looked at the watch. In the
soft light of the shaded gas Jet the
minute hand marked five minutes
to eleven.
Five minutes to wait He relaxed
slightly. He must pull the trigger
at exactly eleven. That had been
Kathleen's last caution an hour
ago as they stood on the little bal
cony of the country club.
"We must go together, darling—
at the same Instant." He could
hear again the half-sob with her
whispered words ns her small head
nestled against Ills shoulder.
He hud held her close—the first
time he had ever taken her in Ills
arms, for, young as she was, she
was another man's wife.
"1 shall not see him again," Kath
leen had said, after a moment “I’ll
leave a note on his desk." lie did
not like to think of Chuunce.v
Grimes. Yet, they were taking the
only way out, tie and Kathleen.
He held the gun ngnlust his heart
again. Three minutes now.
"We must both tie sure of the
time," she had cautioned ngnin,
“and very careful." He had known
in the silliness that followed that
she was trying to hanlsh the fear j
of a possible slip in their plans. ■
“For I could never liear being with
out you, darling, no matter where."
He forced his mind to register
the time. One more minute. In
voluntarily he turned the gun and
looked Into the muzzle. The cold
ugliness or its startled him. Kath-!
leen, at this moment, too, must he
frightened. I?ut In a few Hecomls
now a bullet—vainly he tried to
force hack this thought—a bullet j
would go tearing through her soft
tlesh—and his own.
The minute hand again. It plain
ly marked eleven-three I
Frantically he reached the wall
telephone and turned the crank.
Then, at lust, the Grimes’ butler,
excitedly:
“Mrs. Grimes? She’s gonel Came |
back from the club, must have
gone out again by the slue door
. . . husband frantic, just found a
note on his desk . . . suicide, yes,
at exactly eleven, the note said,
but didn’t say where . . . gun gone,
too . . The scattered words, each
a definite flame, burnt into his
brain.
Too late! She had gone alone 1
• • *
On the boat bound for the Orient
Kenneth Howell knew little peace.
The waves swishing against the
sides of the vessel shrieked Kath
leen's last words to him, “I couldn't
bear being without you, dnrllng, no
matter where.” The throb of the
engine groaned them, the wind
hissed them. He had failed her,
had let tier go alone Into that vast
unknown.
It was the same everywhere he
went. Itunning from his con
science, he traveled for five mis
erable years, from country to coun
try, but never back to America.
Finally, in Honduras, his money
gone, he worked on a coffee plan
tation, a common laborer. Always
that Insistent cry; never away
from It
Thirty years passed.
He returned, a stowaway, to
America. Stooped, a ragged man,
old beyond his years, he mo^ed like
a forlorn spirit across the soft
sward In front of the country club
—the old building, enlarged. lie
stood beside a shrub under the
same little balcony, the same moon,
the same soft breeze. The orches
tra wns playing a sweet, gliding
waltz. They had danced to that
same tune thirty years ago, he and
Kathleen.
He took a step Into deeper shad
ow as a womnn, followed by a boy,
came out. He saw her distinctly as
she stepped through the lighted
french doors, the large puffs of her
silken sleeves, her blond curls.
Holding tight to his senses, he told
himself that this was no ghostly
apparition He reminded himself
that American papers had said
much of late about woman’s return
to the fashions of the ItOs.
She was heavier, with curves
more ample, older, of course. Then
he saw that she wns smoking a
cigarette.
“Hut Kay,’’ the boy wns saying,
"I’ll die if you don't leave old
<Jrlmesy and marry me I I’ll—I’ll
kill myself!"
“Don’t try it, svveetums," she an
swered in a heavy rontrnlto voice,
hut with something of the old
sweetness. "1 tried It once. Thought
I couldn't live without a certain
man. Left the usunl note on
(Jrimes.v’s desk, find the gun ready
and everything. Hut. well—I caught
a last minute boat to Calais In
stead.”
“Hut Grlmesy. how did he know?’1
the boy asked breathlessly.
“Oh, I sent a messenger with an
other note from the boat." She
lighted one cigarette with the stub
of another. Then. Inhaling a long
draft, she said languidly:
“No, I need you too much. I
really couldn’t bear being without
you, darling 1"
Give Thought to
Abnormal Child
Neglecting and Spoiling
Are Both Extremes
to Be Avoided.
Depending on what kind of par
ents they have, handicapped children
are classified into three groups by
Dr. John Ituhrah, author of "The
i’urent and the iiandicupped Child,"
In ilygela Magazine. The crippled
child may be neglected, or he may
be spoiled, or he may be treated
sensibly and correctly.
The parents of the neglected child
will feel outraged that such a thing
us a handicapped child has been
wished on them. They are liable to
worif a bit and then they shut the
child out of their lives und emotions
us far as possible and feel no respon
sibility for his preparation for life.
The second set of parents make
pity, of themselves and of the child,
the biggest stumbling block In the
way of educating tho child. If the
parent pities the child, the child will
pity himself Instead of making the
best of his condition. The child Is
allowed to become spoiled, irritnble,
exacting wanting everything his own
way and doing nothing for himself.
There Is the third set of parents
who nre quick to realize that they
have a problem on their hands, and
they set about learning how best to
solve It. The child must be taught
first thut he Is to behave as other
children do as far as he Is able, tak
ing into consideration his handicap.
The child can be taught independ
ence If the parent finds out what the
child can do for himself and what
he cannot do, and then does only
what Is necessary. Children like to
do things for themselves and It is
one way they learn not only to do
things, but to be independent. This
also applies to teaching the child to
make decisions for himself. Children
who are never allowed to decide
things for themselves grow up Into
men and women who have a hard
time, and no one needs self-confi
dence and independence more than
I he handicapped person.
Idleness is bad nnd makes children
unhappy. The handicapped child
should be kept occupied with games
and hobbles In which he Is interest
ed, but there should be n careful
steering between overexertion nnd
underexertion. All physically hnndl
cnpped children reed extra rest,
which should be a part of the dally
routine. Too much exercise Is worse
thnn none.
DROUTH BLAMED
ON RECESSION
OF ICE FIELDS
A theory that changes In climate
conditions which have brought
drouths to western (anada and
parts of the United States may be
caused by the recession of glaciers
in the Canadian Northwest and Alas
ka Is being studied by a committee
of the British Association for the
Advancement of Science under the
secretaryship of Moses B. Cotsworth
of Vancouver and Condon.
The scientists have found that the
warm winds of the Pacific ure not
only demolishing great Ice sheets In
this district but are hollowing out
a path ucross northern Canada on
their way cast. Formerly they were
diverted by Ice fields In the North
and pnssed through southern British
Columbia to drop their moisture In
rain on the Canadian nnd United
States prairies.
Now with less ice each year In the
North nnd no mountains to precipi
tate their moisture, the winds reach
the 9,000-foot Ice cap of Greenland
The chnnge, Mr. Cotsworth says,
seems to be mnklng Alaska warmer
and Greenland colder.
Meanwhile, the Greenland ice cap
has grown Immensely. It Is esti
mated to be sufficient to cover North
America with a layer of Ice 80 feet
thick. Gravitational weight seems to
be very gradually exerting a tend
oncy to move the earth's crust
around its central core of the heav
iest metals. Theue changes, Mr.
Cotsworth suggests, may prove help
ful In the detection of further cli
matic changes.
Dr. Pierce’s Pleasant Pellets are the orig
inal little liver pills put up 80 years ago.
They regulate liver and bowels.—Aav.
Keep Busy
No greater crime than loss of time.
—Exchange.
If Yon Eal Starches
Meats, Sweets Read Thu
They're AU Necessary Foods
— But Alt Acid - Forming.
Hence Most of Us Have *,Add
Stomach” At Times. Easy
Note to Relieve.
Doctors say that much of the ao
called ■‘indigestion,’* from which ao
many of us suffer, is really acid in
digestion . . . brought about by too
many acid-forminq foods in our
modern diet. And that there is now a
way to relieve this . . , often in
minutest
Simply take Phillips’ Milk of
Magnesia after meals. Almost im
mediately this acts to neutralize the
stomach acidity that brings on your
trouble. You “forget you have a
stomach!”
Try this just once! Take either the
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