The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1900-12-06
The World Against Him
BY WILL N. HARDEN.
Copyright. fsuo. By
As Keilosa Nswspspes compasy.
CHAPTER IIl.-CoxrISuEp.


He had put all the things back into
the basket, when he noticed for the
first time the awful white look on Ron
AIDS face.
"Why, what's the mut,or?" he asked.
did Il hurt your
Ronald was slowly rubbing a bleed
ing bruise on the back OF his hand, but
he seemed not TO be thinking OF II.
'He drove against me on purpose" he
said, the words seeming to come from
far down In his throat deliberately
on purpose, I tell you"
- DO you reckon so, ROM"
II know ~"
David gnzcd AT him steadily for u
moment, then he remarked:
ITO tell you the truth, Ron. / thought
80 myself. You see. I was behind; he
kept the hosses squar In the road til
he passed me, an then seed i'm pull
like all possessed on the left rein. But
why don't you come on? You know it's
late an the old man fuses when we arc
lnte.-
Still our hero stood rubbing his hand
and staring in front of him. When he
finally spoke, his voice qui,ercd and
sounded unnatural.
81 shall never rest Till have resent
ed It," he said, us II communing with
himself. 81 could not live and take that
OF any man alive"
''Oh, come off," said his companion,
"you don't really mean you will take
i'm TO taw about It,"
81 certainly mean nothing else"
David laughed. Hen you is differ
ent In sech things, Ron. Now cf fc!-
Ter o. my own sort gets on the back
o my neck an pulls hair to blow lis
nose ON, I politely invite i'm down to
sec which has the most grit, me or
him, an ct man who amt my equal
IA buck nigger for instance--darcs to
give me any o his lip, I jest knock IN
down an wash my hans, but law me!
I hain't no han to pick difficulties
with the big rich. ] never knowcd no.
the little end q the horn with their
clothes drug Oft. A fellcr like that
souint-eyed dude will jest set up in
court an look tired when he swe hrs
out case agin you fur assault an
battery, an all the good lawyers in
town will huddlc round him like a
passlc q ants round a dead doodle
bug. The court will have obliged to
appoint some ncw beginner to defend
you an thar you are--the laughin'
stock o. the whole layout. No, Ill
take n lot off'n one u that sort fore
I'll gil up scrap with m"
They were moving on now, and Ron.
aid made no comment on what his
brother was saying. The fire Of his
angry heart still burned in his eyes and
his chin was quivering helplessly. That
night he sat only for moment ut the
supper table, and then, dnnoticed by
the others, he went up TO his little room
under the sloping roof and lighted his
lamp. Four or five new magazines lay
unopened OH his table, but he did not
look nj them.
81. = About ten o'clock, when the house
was still. Dave crept up the rickety
stairs softly, so as not to disturb his
father. who was a light sleeper, and
was about TO turn into his own. room
when he bcthought himself Of Ronald,
whose door was slightly ajar.
"Well, I'll be DANCED" he cried, look
Ing into the lighted room, and finding
his brother up, "shorcly, you hain't
still frettin' over that business. i
wouldn't let a little thing like that
bother me q minute"
II was just going to bed" said Ron
aid, looking up. II am going now
Don't worry about me-"
Dave laughed significantly, and
pointed to "a revolver which, like pa
per.weight. rested on u pile OF loose
papers.
"l'll bet that pup has got it, stom
ach full for the first time hence you
bought IL Ave yser ago. Whew!" Tn,
speaker whistled in low surprise ns he
noticed another revolver protrudine
from n newspaper ON the table. "Ain''
that my thirty eight snlibcr"
Ronald avoided his glance.
~ got II in your room just now
Dave stood perfectly still for II mo
ment, great look OF wonder on his
face. aud then he snt down on the side
of his brothers bed. He had washed
his feet nt the tub In the yard and the,
were wet. still only half cleaned an,
red-loolsipg.
80 you are really goin' to call in
outs" he said, under his breath.
Ronald looked him directly In the
eyes.
God knows there Is nothing else
for me to do, Dave. have tried to Sc,
some other way, but can't"
''Well, you'll need somebody will
you, an I'm yore man."
I'D rather not have anyone, ihanl
YOU. Dave. lie and can fight just nj
well alone. Id rather die than take ad
vantage OF him. ] only want 10 salts
fy myself--to get rid of the memor,
that he has"
~ know how you feel, an 4 don
blame you. When will you see Imp"
I'm the morning"
"Well, go 10 bed an get some sleep
you may need n steady aim; he may b'
good shot; them army chaps general
Iy Is"
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