The Plano Star-Courier (Plano, Tex.), Vol. 27, No. 25, Ed. 1 Friday, November 26, 1915 Page: 3 of 10
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CHARLES NEVILLE BUCK
, AUTHOR °f "The CALL ofty6 CUMBER]
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Juanita Holland, on her journey Into
the heart of the Cumberland!) to become a
teacher of the mountain children, faints
t the door of Fletch McNaah’s cabin,
he overbears a talk between Bad Anse
tavey and one of hln henchmen that ac-
ualnts her with the Havey-MoBriar feud.
”*I Douglas of the Havey clan Is on trial
n Peril, for the murder of a McBrlar.
luanlta and Dawn McNash become
BTrlends. Cal Douglas Is acquitted. Nash
"Wyatt is killed by the Huveys. MUt Mc-
Brlar and Bad Anse declare a truce, un-
der pressure from Good Anse Talbott.
Juanita thinks she tind'j that Bad An»e
Is opposing her efforts to buy land and
build a school. Milt Mi-Briar breaks the
nur-
tell
build a school. Milt McBrlar breal
truce by having Fletch McNash
dered. Jeb McNash begs Bad Anse to
him who killed his father, but Is not told.
Juanita and Bad Anst- further misunder-
stand each other. Bad Anse tells Juanita
■be does not tight wora-ti and Juanita gets
t
SYNOPSIS. eat and to regard his vow of silence as
—9— to herself whom he dumbly wor-
shiped.
“Look around you, Anse,” she com-
manded. “Do you see any dirt or dust
anywhere? No; we are teaching
cleanliness and sanitation, but there
is Just one place here where the spiders
are welcome to come and spin their
webs unmolested. It’s that rack of
guns. Did you ever hear of the shrine
at Lourdes?”
“I reckon not,” he confessed uneas-
ily. Of late he had become a little
ashamed of the things he did not
know.
“Well, this is going to be like it.
Anse. It is told that when the lame
and halt and blind caine to Lourdes to
pray they went away straight and
strong and clear of vision. There
hang at the shrine there numberless
crutches and canes, discarded because
the men who were carried there went
away needing them no more. Some
day your old order of crippled things
here in the mountains is going to be-
come straight and strong, and these
guns will be the discarded crutches.”
He looked at her, and if no response
was elicited to her prophecy, at least
he could not contemplate without a
stirring of enthusiasm the flushed face
and glowing eye with which £he spoke,
it was all worth while if it could bring
that sparkle of delight to her counte-
nance.
"It’s right pretty, but it won’t hardly
work." he said. "These men will leave
them guns just so long as they don’t
need ’em. I’m glad to see ye pleased
— hut I don't want to Bee ye disap-
pointed.”
ge
_____ ____ ________ fro:
killing Young MUt M jBrlar, as be Is not
sure Young MUt Is the murderer. Young
MUt and Dawn meet several times, re-
sulting In a demand from Bad Anse that
'Dawn leave Juanita's cabin. Juanita and
Good Anse go to Bee Bad Anse. who again
says that the school lias been started by
Juanita In the wrong way. She begins to
understand Bad Anse’s dream of regener-
ation for Ills people. Young MUt and Bad
Anse lay aside the feud for the time to
prevent the burning of the new school-
house. Dawn remains with Juanita. Bad
Anse finds himself drifting dangerously
near Juanita. Roger Malcolm of Phila-
delphia comes to woo Juanita and to In-
vestigate the mineral possibilities of the
Hr .district. Bad Anse gives him veiled warn-
ing. Young MUt comes openly to see
Dawn while she Is at Jeb’s cabin. The
two men set a new precedent by fighting
with fists and then shaking bands on a
personal truce. Milt McBrlar plots to
have Bad Anse killed. Juanita's school
prospers. Bad Anse agrees to friendship
with her though he knows that on his
part it Is hopeless love.
CHAPTER XIX.
Once, when Anse Havey had been
tramping all afternoon through the win-
try woods with Juanita, ho had point-
ed out a squirrel that sat erect on a
branch high above them with its tall
curled up behind it. Ho had stopped
her with a touch on the arm; then,
with a smile of amusement, he handed
her his rifle with much the same man-
ner that she might have handed him a
novel in Russian, and his eyes said
banteringly: “See what you can do
with that.”
But to his surprise she took the gun
and leveled it as one accustomed to its
UBe. Bad Anse Havey forgot the squir-
rel and saw only the slim figure in its
loose sweater; only the stray wisps
of curling hair and the softness of the
cheek that snuggled against the rifle-
stock. Then, at the report, the squir
rel dropped.
She turned with a matter-of-fact nod
and handed back the gun.
, “I'm rather sorry I killed it," she
Ssaid. ’but you looked so full of scorn
that 1 had to show you. Ypu know,
they do have a few rlfleB outside the
Cumberland mountains.”
“Where did you learn to shoot?” he
demanded, and she answered casually:
“I used to shoot a rifle and piBtol, too,
quite a good bit."
He took the gun back, and uncon-
sciously his hand caressed the spot
where her cheek had laid against its
lock. He had fallen into a reverie out
of which her voice called him. They
had crossed the ridge itself and were
overlooking his place.
"Why are they clearing that space
behind your house? Are you going to
put it in corn?”
"No,” he laughed shortly. "Corn
would be just about as bad as laurel.”
He was instantly sorry he had said
that. He had not meant to tell her of
the planB he was making—plans of de-
fense and, if need be, of offense. He
had not intended to mention his pre-
cautions to prevent assassination at
Ills own door or window.
But the girl understood, and her
voice was heavy with anxiety as she
demanded: "Do you think you’re in
danger, Anse?"
“There’s never a day I'm not in
danger,” he replied casually. "I’ve got
pretty well used to it."
"But some day,” she broke out.
"theyil get you.”
He shrugged his shoulders. "May-
be.” he said.
As Juanita’s influence grew with Bad
Anse Havey, so it was growing at the
school. She had to turn away pupils
who had come across the mountains
on wrariBome Journeys because as yet
she had only limited room and no
teachers save herself and Daw n to care
for the youngest.
At the front of the hall which led
Into the main school building was a
rack with notches for rifles and pegs
for pistols. She told all who entered
that she made only one stipulation, and
that was that whoever crossed the
threshold must leave his armament at
the door.
At tirst some men turned away
again, taking their children qflth them,
A little before Christmas old Milt
McBrlar went to Lexington, and there
he met a heavily bearded man in rough
clothes who had arrived that morning
from the West. They conferred in a
cheap eating house which bears a rag-
ged aud unwholesome appearance and
is kept by an exile from the moun-
tains.
“Now tell me, Milt," suggested Luko
Thixton briefly, "what air this thing ye
wants me ter do. I’m done with these
hyar old flat lands thet they talks so
much erbout.”
But Milt McBriar s eyes had been
vacantly watching the door. It was a
glass door, with its lower portion paint-
ed red and bearing in black letters the
name of the proprietor.
“Damn!” he exclaimed violently, but
under his breath.
"What’s bitin’ ye?” asked his com-
panion, as he bolted his food.
"I jest seed Breck Havey pasB by
that door,” explained the chief. “But
I reckon he couldn’t hardly recognize
you this fur back. 1 don't want no
word of yore cornin’ ter go ahead of
ye."
"What is it I’m a-goln' back ter do?"
insisted the exile doggedly.
“Oh." commented Milt McBrlar,
"we’ve got ter talk thet over at some
length. Ye’re a-goln’ back ter git Anse
Havey, but ye haln’t n-goln’ JlBt yit."
One morning ns he sat over his
breakfast at the kitchen table, Anse's
cousin. Breck Havey. rode up in hot
haste to rouse him out of apathy and
remind him thnt he must not shirk his
role as leader of the clan.
The Havey from Peril came quickly
to the point while the Havey of the
backwoods listened.
"I was down ter Lexin’ton yesterday,
an’ ns I was passin' Jim Freeman's
deadfall I happened ter look in. Thar
war old Milt McBrlar an' Luke Thix-
ton. thar headB as close tergether ns n
pair of thieves. Luke hes come back
from the West, an' I reckon ye kin Ag-
ger out what thet means."
Anse grew suddenly rigid and his
face blackened. So his destiny was
crowding him!
"What air ye goin’ ter do?" demand-
ed Breck with a tone of anxious and
impotent pleading. Anse shook his
head.
"I don’t know—quite yet." he said
“Let’s see, is the high cote in ses-
sion?”
Breck Havey nodded his head in per-
plexed assent. He wondered what the
court had to do with this exigency.
“All right. Tell Sidering to have
the grand Jury indict Luke for the Mc-
Nash murder an’ Milt McBrlar as ac-
cessory—’’
"Good God, Anse!” burst out the
other Havey. "Does ye realize what
hell ye turns loose when ye tries ter
drag Old Milt ter cote In Peril?"
“Yes, I know that." The answer was
calm. 'Til give ye a ll«t of witnesses.
Tell Sidering to keep th< se true bills
hut as time went on they grudgingly j secret. I’ll ride over and testify my-
acquiesced, and at last, with a sense self, an' I’ll ’tend to k<epin' the wit-
of great victory, she persuaded three nesses quiet I don't know whether
shaggy fathers, who were coming reg we ll ever try these cases, but it's Just
ulnrly with their children, to ride back I as well to be ready along every line ”
home unarmed. Breck Havey stood gazing down at
Disarmament was her Idea for the the hearth with a troubled fpce. At
great solution, and when Bad Anse last he hazarded a remonstranee.
came over and he came every night ‘Anse," he said, " hain’t never que«-
now—Bhe led him with almost ttoned ye. I've always took yore coun
breathless eagerness to the rack and j sel. Ye’re the head of the Haveys, but
showed him two modern rules auu one i next to juu i m the man tney narnen“
antiquated squirrel gun. to most. If any man has got ter dls-
"What'a the Idea?" he asked with \ pute ver, I reckon ye’d tak6 ft most
his sKepticat ainue. tie ivuuu u > «*»»«•«*/ >iui« two.
difficult to listen always to talk about "What is it. Breck? I'm plumb will-
the school in which he felt no inte.r- i In' to listen to your counsel.”
couvlct these men in cote means to
take a desperate chance Ye can’t
hardly succeed, an' if ye falls ye ve
lost yore hold on the Haveys—ye re
plumb, eternally done for.”
"I don’t aim to fall.”
“No; but ye mougbt. Anse, no man
haln't never questioned yore loyalty
till now. I mougbt as welt tell ye
straight what talkln’s goin’ round"
Anse stiffened. "What is it?" He
demanded.
“Some folks ’low that ther Haveys
don’t mean as much ter ye uow as ther
furrin’ schoolteacher doeB. Them
folks’ll be pretty apt ter think ye ain't
tryin’ ter please them so much us her
—if yer attempts this."
Anse stood for a long minute silent,
and his bronzed r»*tures grew taut.
At last he inquired coolly:
"What do you think. Breck?”
"I’d trust ye till hell froze."
"AH right. Then do us I tells ye, an’
if I fails 1 reckons you’ll be head of
the Haveys In my place.”
Down at the school there was going
to be a Christmas tree that year.
Never before had the children of the
“branch-water folks” heard of a Christ
mas tree. The season of Christ's birth
had always been celebrated with moon-
shine Jug and revolver. It was dread-
ed in advance aud mourned over in
retrospect.
Now in many childish hearts large
dreams were brewing. Eager antici-
pations awaited the marvels The hon-
ored young lir tree which was to bear
a fruitage of gifts aud lights had been
singled out and z.arked to the ax, Anse
Havey and Juuuita had explored the
woods together, bent on its selection.
Perhaps Juanita and Dawn were as
much excited as the children, but to
Dawn it meant more than to anyone
else. She was to accompany Juanita
to Lexington to buy gifts and decora-
tions and would have her first won-
drous glimpse of the lights and crowds
of a city.
Milt was there at college and would
be returning about the same time, so
the mountain girl secretly wrote him
of her coming And even facing so
grave a crisis, Anse Havey thought of
that tree and hoped that Luke would
not come back before Christmas
That night, while he was sitting
with Juanita and the tire was flashing
on her cheeks, he said moodily: "I’m
afraid ye’ll have to start despisin’ me
all over again.”
She looked up in astonishment.
"Why?" she asked.
‘‘I’ve got to kill a man.”
She rose from her chair, her face
pallid.
“Kill a man?” she echoed.
"God knows I hate to do it." He
rose, too, and stood before the hearth
"But I reckon it had better be me than
Jeb.”
“Do you mean—” she broke olT and
finished brokenly, "that Fletch’s mur-
derer is back?”
"He’s cornin’. He’s cornin’ to kill
somebody else. Most likely me. It’s a
question of settlin’ scores with a mur-
derer that kilt Fletch for a ticket
West and a hundred dollars—or lettin’
young Jeb McNash go crazy au’ start-
in' the feud all over again, i reckon
ye sees that I ain’t no choice.”
She came nearer and stood confront-
ing him so close that he felt her breath
on his face. She broke out in a low.
tense voice: “Suppose he kills you?"
"He’ll have his chance," said Anse
Havey shortly. "I ain’t 'lowin’ to shoot
him down from ambush.
The girl leaned forward and clutched
his hands in both her own. Under the
tight pressure of her fingers he felt
me?”
“But. Anse," she argued, "my work
is all that’s biggest and best in me.
You understand, don’t you?”
For a moment his voice got away
from him and lie rose fiercely:
“1 don’t give a damn for your work!’’
he blazed out. "It’s you I'm interested
in. That’s the sort of friend I am."
She looked up at Ills gleaming eyes,
a little amazed, and tie wont on, quiet- j slowly clenching and opening,
ly enough now:
"If I fails to hang Luke Thixton I'll
bo right now what ye prophesied for
me twenty years hence—the louder of
the wolf-pack that goes down an’ gets
trod on. I ain’t never put no such
strain on my Influence us this is goin'
to be. I’ve got to hold back the
Haveys an’ the McBriars whilst this
court foolishness dawdles along, an’ If
I falls down Jeb is goin’ to kill Luke
anyway. I'm doin’ this because ye
asks it; an’ now I’ll say good night to
ye."
Juanita Holland stood looking at the
door he had closed behind him, a wild
sense of tumult and uneasiness in her
heart.
“ ’That’s the sort of friend I am,’ ”
she repeated to herself.
that was convincing.
"Bv heavens. 1 aims ter have him
do It! I ain’t askin’ leave of Mill Mc-
Urtar ’ Then he udded: “I alms to
hang the man that kilt your daddy In
the Jail house yard at Peril, an’ if the
McBriars get him they've got to kill
me first. Will you hold your baud till
I’m through?”
The bov stood there, his Angers
Filially
he said: "Hit ain’t a-goin' ter satisfy
me ter penitentiary thet feller, lie's
got ter die."
"He’s goin’ to die. If I rail, then—"
the clansman raised his hands In a ges-
ture of concession "then he’s yours.
Will you wait?"
"I don’t hardly believe," Bald Jeb
McNash with conviction, "any man liv-
in' kin keep Milt's hired assassin In no
Jail house long enough ter try an’hang
him. But I’m willing ter see. I’ll hold
my hnnd thet long, Anse. but
Once more a spasmodic tautening of
muscles convulsed the boy's frame and
his voice took on its excited note of
shrillness: "But I warns ye, I'm goin’
“There Is Just One Place Here Where
the Spiders Are Welcome.”
every nerve in his body tingle and leap
Into a hot ecstasy of emotion, while
his face became white and drawn
"Don't risk your life,” she pleaded
"Your people can’t spare you; 1 can't
spare you. Not now, Anse; I need yo*
too much.”
The man s voice came in a hoarse
whisper.
"Ye needs me?"
"Yes, yes." she swept on. and for an
instant he was on the verge of with
drawing his hands and crushing her to
him. but something in his fan* had
warned her. She dropped the hands
she had been holding and said in an
altered tone: “It’s not Just me; It's
IliHr.n i nan • ••*»,- ,, „ ... / - v* k. .. c ...
come to be such good friends that I
couldn’t go on without you. My work
CHAPTER XX.
There still remained the task of
winning young Jeb's assent to his plan,
and Anse Havey foresaw a stubborn
battle there. Jeb had been reading
law that winter; reading by the light
of a log lire through long and lonely
evenings in a smoke darkened cabin
When Anse Havey called from the
stile one night, the hoy laid a battered
Blackstone on his thin knee and called
out: "Come in, Anse, and pull up a
cheer! ’’
Anse had been rehearsing his argu-
ments as he rode through the sleet-
lashed hills, and he was deeply trou-
bled.
The man and the boy sat on either
side of the fireplace. Penetrating
gusts swept in at the broken chinking
and up through the warped floor until
old Beardog, lying at their feet, shiv-
ered as he slept with his forepaws
stretched on the hearth and the two
men hitched tHeir chairs nearer to the
blaze. By the bed still stood the rifle
that had been Fletch’s; the rifle upon
which the boy’s eyes always fell and
which to him was the symbol of his
duty.
As Bad Anse Havey talked of the fu-
ture with all the instinctive forceful-
r.ess that he could command, the boy’s
set face relaxed, and into his eyes
came a glint of eagerness, because he
himself was to play no small part in
these affairs.
Into his heart crept the first burning
of ambition, the first reaching out
after a career. He saw a future open-
ing before him, and his grave eyes
were drinking in pictures in the live
embers.
Then, when ambition had been kin-
dled, the older man broached the topic
which was the crux of ills plea.
“The man that can do things for the
mountains must be willin’ to make a
heap of sacrifices, Jeb," he said.
Jeb laughed, looking about the bare
room of bis cabin.
"Mek sacrifices?” he repeated. "I
haln't never knowed nothin’ else but
that I reckon I haln’t skeered of It.”
"I didn't mean that way. Jeb." Anse
apoks Hlowly, holding the boy with his
eyes, and something of his meaning
sunk In so that the lad's lean face
again hardened.
“Nothin’ kain’t stand between me an’
what I’ve got ter do, AnBe,” he said
slowly. He did not speak now with
wild passion, but calm finality. “I've
done took ther oath."
For a while Anse Havey did not re-
ply. At last he said quietly: "I reckon
ye’ve got rtd of the Idea that 1 was
alinin' to deceive ye, Jeh. 1 told ye
that when Fletch’s ussassln caine back
to the mountains I’d let ye know. I'm
goin' to keep my word."
Jeb rose suddenly from his chair
and stood with the fire lighting up his
ragged trousers and the frayed sleeves
of his coat
"Air he back now?" he demanded.
Anse shook his head.
“Not yet, Jeb; but he’s coming." He
saw the twitch that went across Un-
tight-closed lips which made no com
ment.
“Jeb." he continued. "I want ye to
help me. I want ye to be big enough
to put by things that It's hard to put
by.”
The boy shook his head.
"Anse." he replied slowly, "flak me
ter do anything else in God Almighty’s
I world, but don’t ask me thet, ’cause If
[ ye doeB I’ve got ter deny ye.”
' "I ain't askin' ye to lit the man go
unpunished. I’m only askin' you to let
I me punish him with the law ”
Astonishment was writ large In
every feature of Job's face Me stood
i In the wavering circle of light while
the shadows swallowed the corners or
the cabin, and wondered If he had
heard rightly At last his voice carried
a note of d« - p disappointment, and he
spoke a-4 though unwilling to utter
j such treasonable words.
"I reckon, Anse," he suggested, "ye
wouldn’t hardly hev asked a thing like
H,,t ,i •>■' there wan a hesitating
j | Hit before be wertt on "afore a fur-
rin woman changed yon: fashion of
lookin’ at things."
V • Havey felt his fare redden.
I and an angry retort rose to bis lips
| But the charge was true.
He went on as though Jeb had not
spoken.
"All I ask Is that when that man
I sw%w .,m **0*11 hnlH vnur Vtanrl until fh*»
j cot< has acted.”
I “Does ye n ckon MUt McBrlar alms
"I’ve Got to Kill a Man!”
ter be settln’ In ther high cote. I
haln’t never a-goln’ ter leave hit. an’
ef that Jury clurs him or ef they Jest
penitentiaries him I’m goin’ ter kill
him as he sets thar in his cheer so
help me God!”
Loyal In their stubborn adherence to
feud obedience, the Judge and grand
Jury secretly returned two indictments
bearing the names of Luke Thixton as
principal and Milton McBrlar, Sr, as
accessory to the crime of murder
| "against the peace and dignity of the
i commonwealth of Kentucky, and con-
trary to the stutute In such cane made
and provided.” Also, they withheld
their uctlon from public announce-
ment.
Surreptitiously and guardedly a
message traveled up the watercourses
to the remotest tluvey cabin. Bad
Anse bade his men be ready to rise
in instant response to his call, and
they made ready to obey.
One day Juanita Holland and Dawn
set out for Lexington to do their
Christmas shopping.
Anse Havey rode with them across
to Peril and waved his hat in farewell
I as they stood In the vestibule of the
! rickety passenger coach. It was a very
I shabby car of worn and faded plush.
I but to Dawn it seemed a fairy chariot.
As they entered the lobby of the
Phoenix hotel. In Lexington, a tall
youth rose from a chair and came for-
ward. If the boy was cruder and dark-
er and less trim in appearunce than
tils Blue-Grass brethren, he cnrrlcd hla
! b< ail uw high anti walked as luilcpeud
I eptly. He came forward with his hat
In his hand and snld: "I'm mighty glad
ter see ye, Dawn."
The girl looked about the place, and
breathed rather than asked. "Isn’t the
world wonderful. Milt?"
Two days followed through which
Dawn p»'4scd In transports of delight
There were the undreamed sights of
shop-windows decked for the holiday
H-ason. and the crowds on the streets,
and the gnyety and merriment of
Christinas everywhere. She had never
heard so much laughter before, and
she found It infectious, and laugh'd.
too.
At last she found herself again In n
faded plush car beside Juanita, with
Young Milt sitting opposite Old Milt
was on that train, too,
only to nod before dli
the shabbier smokins
where he had buslnens
man was waiting for
whom old acqualntanc
pa» ed by wlthr it r< ■
'he hop«i of Milt !>■
they left the train at
qualntahee* who rnlr it
do Just this
* While the Ch
laughed In the di■
pat
ipt
irlnt
i part merit,
Iscusa. A
In there
aces might have
ognition. It was
Briar thnt. when
it. Peril,- nny sc-
it be about would
dfnas shopp'-rs
La
For
*ald very
I • *.«» inf OMnrlnw fev Irin r\t Hla VAa
while he was sller.t, then be I the next Incredulous question.
slowly and very bitterly: I Ause Havey'a voice broke out of its
ton received final it (ructions In th<
empfy nmoker.
He was to pas
obtrusively as p«
and go direct acr
He arfl Milt w
without Conversa
mark lh-*m bh cot
Luke knew what
further conferenc
It was noon wh
again over the tr
and all morning
snow had b**n
sights from »fi
)).,. mountain
down
At last the trucks screamed, the
as swiftly and un-
-!bla through Peril
-s the ridge,
uld have the train
on or anything to
> itilons. After that
■ was to do. aud no
would be necessary,
lion the train rumbled
trestle near the town.
>g a steady, featherv
i falling, veiling the
windows and wrappli ,-
In & cloak of swan a-
engine came pulling and wheeling to at
tired halt, and tb« two gtris, wit'u
Young MUt at their heels, made their
way out, burdened wtth parcels.
On the cinder platform Juanita
looked about for Anse Havey. and she
saw him standing in a group with Jeb
and aeveral other men whom Bbe did
not know—but A use’s face was not
turned toward her, and it did not wear
the look of expectancy that the thought
of her usuully brought there. Jeb's
countenance, too, was white and set,
and a breathless tensity scented to
hold the whole group in fixed taut-
ness.
There were several clumps of men
standing about, all armed, mid every
face wore the same expression of watt-
ing sternness.
A gasp of premonition rose to Jua-
nita’s lips as she caught the sinister
spirit of suspense tn the atmosphere.
Then Milt McBrlar stepped down from
the smoker vestibule, followed by an-
other man.
As the two turned In opposite direc-
tions on the snow-covered platform,
one of tin- men who had been standing
with Bad Anse Havey laid u hand on
th*- shoulder of the clean shaven ar-
rival and said tn a clear voice: "Luke
Thixton, I want yo for ther murder of
Fletch McNash.”
Old Milt McBrlar, for once startled
out of Ills case hardened self-control,
wheeled and demanded angrily: “What
lull's trick is this?” His eyes were
blazing and his face worked with pas
sionate fury
A deputy answered him: "An’ Milt
McBrlar, I wants you, too, on an In-
dictment fer accessory ter murder."
Juanita felt Dawn's spasmodic fih-
get * clutch her arm aud her own knees
grow suddenly weak. She heard a clat-
ter of parcels as Young MUt dropped
them In the snow and leaped forward,
hla eyes kindling and his right hand
frantically clawing at ihe buttons of
overcoat and coat. But before bo
could draw. Jeh McNash had wheeled
to face him. bending forward to a half
crouch. The younger McBrlar halted
and bent back under tin- glint of the
revolver which Jeb was thrusting Uito
tils face.
Huveys, armed and grim of visage,
now began drawing close about the
captives.
Dawn clung with bloodless lips and
white cheeks to Juanita as she watched
Jeh holding Ills weapon In the face of
the boy whom she suddenly realized
sho loved more than her brother.
Then the sheriff spoke again.
"Thar hain’t no use In tnakln' no
trouble. MUt. Ther grand Jury h«s
done acted, nit’ I reckon ye'd better let
tile law take Its course.”
"Why don't ye take me, too?" de-
manded Young Milt In a tense, passion-
al. voice "I'in a McBrlar. That's all
ye've got against nny of these men.
"The grand Jury didn't Indict yo,
soli," responded the sheriff calmly.
Then the elder McBrlar became sud-
denly quiet again and self possessed,
lie turned to his son.
"MUt,” ho said, sternly, "you keep
outen this. Hide over home an' tell
every man that calls hlsself a Me-
Briar" his voice suddenly rose In the
defiant crescendo of a trapped Mon
"tell every man that calls hls«elf n
McBrlar thet ther Haveys hev got me
In ther damned Jallhouse an' ask 'em
ef they altns ter let me lay thar.”
Young Milt turned agd went at n
run toward the livery stable Over Ills
shoulder us he went he flung hack at
Jeb, who stood looking after him with
lowered pistol: "I’m goin’ now, hut I'll
he back ter reckon with you!"
And Jeb shouted, too: "Ye kain’t
come hack none too soon, MUt. i'll bo
hyar when y« cornea."
Then the group started on their
tramp toward the courthouse and the
little Jail that lay at Its side.
Juanltu suddenly realized that she
and Dawn were standing as If rooted
ro the spot The older girl heard an
Inarticulate moan break from the lips
of the younger, and then, as though
waking out of sleep, she looked ab-
sently down at a litter of berlbbonod
parcels which lay about her feet, That
message which Old MUt hod filing back
to his people on the lips of his son
would send tumbling to arms every
man who eould carry a rifle!
And the Haveys were grimly watting
for them. The Haveys were already
there The two girls could not ride
across th*- ridge now. They could only
sit tn th*lr room at the wretched ho-
tel and wait. too.
Juanita was glad Dawn could cry. |
She couldn't. Hhe could only look i
ahead ami see a procession of hideous
possibilities
It hud been a few minutes after \
noon when Young-MUt had rushed Into !
th*' livery stable and ordered his borne,
In that one instant all Ills college In- i
flucnces had dropped away from him, j
and he was following the fierce single j
star of clan loyalty.
His father, who had never been any
mans captive, was back there irt the!
t rmln-inf* sted little Jallhouse, a prls- i
oner to the Haveys And when Young'
MUt came hack, the one Havey be bad
marked for his own was the Mnvey un-
der whose pistol muzzle he had b«-en
forced to give back young Jeb Me-
Nash.
Th*- stroke had taken the M* Briars
completely by surprise. The boy must
r< u* h his own territory arid rally them
to tln-lr fullest numbers even from j
the remotest coves. Thin battle was
to be fought In the enemy’s own
itronghold and against a force which '
was ready to the last note of pre- J
parednes*.
Hrt nrtfhtncr rnuM hnnnon fin Ml tr»
morrow. Nothing would happen. Is
all likelihood, until the day after that,
nml ntotiriwltlto ♦ Hi» t wfi irlrla tn t h*
hotel must sit there thinking,
dd I (TO BK CONTINUED.)
The Idea
Of v;-: |
“Preparedness”
is a splendid one for
the person to fol-
low whose stomach
is weak, liver inac-
tive and bowels
closed. You can
greatly assist these
organs and prevent
much suffering by
the timely use of
HOSTETTE
S
STOMACH BITTERS
One Exception.
“I can see the dollar behind tho
dime every time.”
"Not If It's a Mexican dime."
Hanford’s Balsam should relieve
even t.ho worst burns. Adv.
A man's Idea of a phenomenon Is
another man who never loses a collar
button.
IMMEDIATE ATTENTION
should be given to sprains, swellings,
bruises, rheumatism and neuralgia.
Keep Mansfield's Magic Arnica Lini-
ment handy on the shelf. Three size*
—26c, 60c and Jl.OO.—Adv.
There is no more fallacious theory
than the one to the effect that one
man Is as good as another.
Important to Mothorri
Examine carefully every bottle of
CAHTOIt I A, a safe and stirs remedy for
infants and children, and ses that It
Bears the
Rtgnature of i __ _
In Use For Over 30 Years.
Children Cry for Fletcher** Cwtori*
c&a
Against Etiquette.
He (coaching her In golf)—You now
address the ball.
8he~ Without an Introduction?
No Limit.
"What do you do with
when your wife is away?”
"Everything.” Life.
your car
For Domestic Animals.
Horses, cattle and sheep are liable
to sores, sprains, galls, calks, kicks,
bruises aud cuts, and Hanford's Bal-
sam of Myrrh Is the standard remedy
for such cases. When yo« consider
how valuable your stock Is, having the
Balsam always on hand for them is a
cheap form of insurance. Adv.
Most of Them Should.
"I'm a self mad* tnan.”
"And you suffer no remorso?"-— Bos-
ton Transcript.
To Fortify the System
Against Winter Cold
Muni- ue*rs of (AROVE'S TAHTEI.E** chill
TONIC' mas* ll » prwMr* to tote* a n>uu t>*r of
botit'd III lh* fall to atrrn|tlieo *n>*l fortify the .
rei'm ■Mdndt the ro.il wemlier cJarlug ,the /
/
lykiFiu ikk
wlniff. Kvs-ryunr knows th* tonic
auid Iron which thU preparation oo
lain* In a inurlfsa aiel acc^ulahla form,
purl!!*** ami curb lir* the blood
th<* whole wyatrm. flO»}.
preparation ooo-
•pUblfl form, ft
aud builds up
It s nil right for it man to wake up
In th** morning fresh as a daisy, but
It Isn't right to let his freshness get
too fresh
Rest Those Worn Nerves
Don't give up. When you feel
unstruru . when family ceres ecem
Lard to l>-*r,iind lurkache, diuy he«d-
•ch*-s, cj1 - -t pains end irregular action
at the kidneys end bladder may myetify
you, remember that such troubles often
come li rn we;<k kidneys end it mi
that
you
to male*
w'-d
gravel •>>
lay i
„ l>.
■ily need Doen'n Kidney Fills
mi well. When the kidneys
there’s danger of dropsy,
Bri, it’s disease. Don’t dr.
using Doen’s now. *
DOAN’S kpWlsy
r>0‘ nl nil Store*s
f\c* I' r Mi I burr! ( o Prop* Huff ulo,NAr
/
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THIS tn*** Ttl*. Rt-
MOYAIILK HOT I DU
MTU WASHIH6 MACftlli
you will Brut more- entlc*
l.cetory than any nuudsn
w »«iier.
-it «r*c«c..so si ST--V> UU4I
Writ,for pH*— M..llwi ISUfwS
Tic M«UI W'aiitier Ca,
Monrte ImlhiM
HONEY ffiSrSTsTVE* RTW3S:
V r p • *. W 11 (jrliriylA. If'tffi 1»nd/!>***
I For Sale-AlfaSIa Eitracled Honey
i if. J ca- w r . sawrpc-s , ****** v/s uv«h m swmwrs
n ATCIJTC Wale** Us ' Colem**.
■ t:>« r vuciieMe. lllsMstnMrsm-t. M»! •* ■ -ua*
w. N. U., DALLAS. NO. 4&--1B1&.
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