Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1915-11-19
TndEsREPuBIIcAN MARsHALLrowN. NOVEMBER

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"You low-down cheat!" ne heard
Daily say ~ he closed with Hampden.
"We'll-settle-a few things-now."
There was the scent Of heated flesh
and Of warm blood in the, close. moist
air, and the clump and swish and
crunch, Of heavy boots threshing the
fern. From under the trampling feet
he caught sight Of . limp figure, crum-
pied on its side.
Something in its ghastly stiffness
caught at his heart and set q purpose
in its Mortified amaze.
He must stop this thing ut any cost
springing down he caught up long
blacksnake whip lying coiled beside q
stump. 1t had evidently come with the
Yellow Pines outfit, for what purpose
he did not know, for there was not
such an article anywhere in camp.
Raising his arm he whirled It back
to send the long lash singing in among
the struggling mass, when sound
coming clearly out Of the broodine
stiffness of the great pine woods, ar
rested him.
It was the high. silvery note of =
flute. Shrill and clear. it cut into the
rush OF the fight like q flashing blade
The men heard it, even through the
fight rage. Here and there the furious
action halted a moment, without voli
ton, it seemed, and q man drew quick
ly out on one side. In the moments
hush that followed whole cascade OF
sparkling notes fell from the ridge
like q handful of diamonds trucking
down, and sweet and tender came the
strains Of Lead, Kindly Light"
Daily caught his antagonist by the
throat and hurled him backward
opening up . space in tho locked and
painting swelter.
"The Preacher!" he painted. "The
Preachers COMMIT"
With common consent the two fac
lions fell apart, the Yellow Pines own
er getting to his feet blind with the un.
caring anger Of the bully.
So it was the Preacher who was com
ing thus with the herald of those Sill,
yer notes.-the Preacher whose worn
old Bible lay in the little south room
and whose name brought the tight OF
gladness into the somber face OF
Siletz.
Sandry, still holding the trailing
whip, waited expectant. What he be-
held, when at last the player came out
s IN = ~.,oxnr~v hov ~ Tho oIorxSnw l&oh<
astounded him beyond measure.
The stranger wore garment OF
some coarse brown fiber, buttoned
down from the throat to the feet and
belted at the waist with hempen rope
He carried his flute high with . mar.
tial air, % IL It told Of victory and
conquest, and his thin form walked
lightly and erect. White and fine and
delicately lined. the face above shone
radiantly from between heavy hair
which fell in long. loose curls, white
as the winter snow. Blue eyes, under
level brows. looked out with the half.
vacant innocence Of tho very young.
For him the world had stopped some
time ago. Az he emerged through the
fern, Sandry saw that the brown gar.
sment was vet to the knees, the heavy
shoes upon his feet sodden with
earth.
"Ah. John. my son!" he said in ,
voice as gentle % his eyes. ut has
been long since We met! have
Nearied on the way for the facea Of
rfriends!"
He held out hand. slim and shape
~, yet which bore the look of one-time
strength. The foreman took It, after
wiping his own swiftly on his cordu.
sroys.
I'VE ben waitin' for you . long
time" he said, IAN we're mighty glad
you've come"
Il The stranger nodded and, turning to
the shifting lumberjacks. went round
among them with word for each and
that same delicate handshake. Before
he reached Hampden, the owner Of the
Yellow Pines. STRENGTHENING his dishev.
eled clothes. swung out Of the group.
4 As he passed sandry he slared into
his face.
4 I'll stop you before another twenty
-four hours" he said savagely. land
don't you forget It. Your little deed
to the East Belt an this strip happens
to have been made by bogus owner
who soaked old Frazer for pile an