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The Washburn leader. [volume] (Washburn, McLean County, N.D.) 1890-1986, 1915-07-02

communications until he was quit OF
the public eye.
The first proved to be a character.
istic communication:
Dear Ulysses-Thanks for the jai,
delivery. l got in this morning just in
time to motor over to Jersey in hopes
Of seeing your finish as a bachelor;
instead, l was favored by being made
an involuntary witness to your spec.
tacular ascent, following your almost
equally spectacular high-dive.
"But to business: my time is linn.
tied; in half an hour o l am to
double in black-face for the purposes
Of the author of this melodramatic
farce which you, no doubt, call the
history of your grande passion.
Il mean to say-well, several things,
to.wit: When I saw you snatched out
Of the North river I was engaged in
trailing a %pale-faced villain in a motor.
a concerning whom you probably
know far more than 1; he on his part
was busy being a bold, bad kidnaper;
Rose was in his power, as we say in
such cases. His intentions, however,
were nothing more blameworthy than
to return her to the arms Of her doting
parent. / know, because I sleuthed
after 'em, ever to the house of Seneca
Trine. Later I sleuthed some more,
following a furtive young man from
the house of Urine to the Office of the
general manager Of the New York Cen.
trail, where he made arrangements for
a special to convey the said Urine and
retinue to Chicago and points West.
It leaves at three this afternoon. ]
was unable to ascertain whether OF
not Rose is to participate In this
hegira, but I know I ehall. On the OF.
chance Of being useful, I have bribed
the train crew to let me impersonate
the porter. So, should you be moved
to follow and succeed In catching up
with US. and observe anybody who
looks rather off-color in the party
don't shoot: the said party will be me.
yours for the quiet life,
tom BARCUs."
The second note yielded a communi.
cation written on notepaper Of the sim.
plest elegance in q woman's hand-a
hurried scrawl:
"They r taking me West by spe.
cial train-I don't know where or why.
"A servant has promised to see that
this reaches you. Save met"
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CHAPTER xxx.
8irdman,

eirdman.
About eight o'clock in the evening Of
the same day a motorcar deposited at
the Hotel Monolith a gentleman whose
weather-beaten and oil-stained motor
ing-cap and duster covered little cloth
Ing more than shirt and trousers and
assorted oddly in the eyes Of the desk
clerk with the rather meticulously
t%urned-out guest known to him as Mr..
Arthur Lawrence and to the manage
ment of the hotel as MI. Alan Law in
cognito.
Eventually persuaded, the clerk
yielded up the key to Mr.. Lawrence's
suite of rooms, together with two
notes superscribed with the same nom
de guerre.
Alan's impotence was so great that
be could hardly wait to examine these
The Washburn leader. [volume] (Washburn, McLean County, N.D.) 1890-1986, 1915-07-02

rey OF Hearts.
after dining he slept soundly for three
hours-and may be thought to have
earned at least that much rest through
having been for four hours a passen-
ger in a hydroaeroplane lost in fogs
that wrapped Long Island and all the
adjacent territory in ar impenetrable
shroud.
Nor had this been all. Leaving aside
all that had led up to Alan's rescue by
Coast: the forced landing of the hydro
aeroplane for lack of fuel had taken
place on the south shore of the Great
South bay; q search of hours had fol-
lowed before a boat was found to con-
vey Alan and the aviator to the main
land; and a motor run of several hours
had followed that, conveying Coast to
his Hampstead hangers and Alan on
to his hotel in New York.
Another man would have needed
twelve hours in bed at the least to
compensate for such a day: Mr.. Law
awakened in q lamb-like temper when
called at eleven-thirty.
At midnight he committed an act of
burglary, calmly and with determine
ton breaking his way into the house
of Seneca Urine through the area win.
dows and basement.
In this nefarious business nothing
hindered and none opposed him. But
for q single lighted window in the up
per tier (but not. he noted, the window
to Roses bedchamber) and one or two
lights which he found burning dim in
the kitchen offices and other servants
quarters on the lower floor he would
have thought the house empty. The
silence Of an abandoned place /. in.
formed it all-below the upper story.
But he was not to be satisfied with
such negative evidence: he explored
the dwelling infinitely. room by room.
story by story, passing with little in
terest through apartments by every
sign dedicated to the, tendency Of his
mortal enemy, intent on one object
only-to find Rose Trine. that one
woman whom he loved, or else make
sure she was not there.
He negotiated that last flight Of
steps which led to the topmost floor
with extraordinary stealth, advised
thereto by a sound. or rather . series
Of sustained sounds. which had there.
tofore been inaudible to him. Possibly
they had not till then existed; possibly
tho man servant whom he found snor.
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CHAPTER XXX.
Via Air Line.

pa ". -E. Pc. VIC NIT evU0s .-1..NFrE4.l
Not once in the course Of the next
sixteen hours but q thousand times
Alan questioned land. It will readily
be allowed, with all excuses) his san.
ity in permitting himself to be in.
fuenced to humor Judith's i~nsistence
and make her q party to this wild
aerial cr%oss-country dash.
Between whites the plane flew fast
and high. cutting q direct line. as the
crow dies, athwars the eastern and
western states.
Chicago they raised az a smudge on
the northern horizon about one O'Clock
In the afternoon; thereafter some lit.
tie time was lost in descents to ascer.
tain the identity Of the many railroad
tines that criss-crossed the SWIMMING
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Il TREY
Jallbird.
CONTINUED From Last Week.

Jallblrd.
The period Of restraint In duranoe
vile suffered by one Thomas Barcus
IN consequence Of conduct riotous, un'
seemly, and in general prejudiced to
the public peace of the New Bedford
waterfront at half-past four In the
morning, proved In the upshot far
more brief than had been fondly
hoped, not only BY his just Judge. but
singularly enough. by the misdemean'
ant himself.
Taking everything gravely into con.
alteration, including q person any
thing but progressing. the Judge
reckoned that, in default of a fine OF
one hundred dollars, a ten-day layup
tor repairs and repentance was not too
much to mete out to the prisoner at
the bar.
He was sentenced at 10 a. m. and 1t
was little short Of 10 p. m. when his
po%st-prandial repose was disturbed by
the rattle of a key in the lock of the
door to his cell.
Sitting up, Mr.. Barcus rubbed his
eyes and combed his hair with his I'M
gers.
What did l tell you?" he observed
resignedly. ut begins again already
Conducted with every evidence OF
disesteem on the part of his ~jailers to
the office Of the warden, he was &C.
quainted with the fact that his fine
had been paid by no one less than the
fudge himself: then present in portly
and solicitous person.
IF only you had told me you were
. friend of Mr.. Digby's." the judge
FASTENED to say as soon as the two
we're ensconsed in the privacy Of the
judicial limousine. II would have
known better how to guide myself in
this unfortunate affair.
"And IL you will be good enough to
Indicate how else l may serve you
2"
"Digby didn't offer any suggestions
In his wire, l gather?"
Zone moment: have 1t here"
Naturally I'd like a bath and a
change of Clothes" Barcus pursued
while the judicial breast-pocket was
being explored; "and could do with
transportation to New York by the
first train out of this God-forsaken
hole, and"
This is what Mr.. Digby says" the
Judge interrupted, laboriously de-
ciphering the message by the light of
q match: please see to immediate
release of one Thomas Barcus, prob
ably in Jail in your jurisdiction for riot
Ing on waterfront this morning. Pay
his fine and instruct him to report to
me in New York at earliest feasible
hour. Give him all the money he
wants and look to me for
ton"
"Eh?" Barcus interrupted, sitting up
smartly; what's that last again?"
Patiently the judge repeated the
sentence from the message.
Thanks. Please don't read farther.
You might come to something that
would spoil it.. It's almost too beauti-
full as it stands" Barcus observed.
Law owes me five thousand or so
l%iquidated damages-but I'll be rea-
sonable. Frisk this burg for a fifth of
that sum before train time-and !
promise to ask nothing more!"
His private comment was: 1--WE sus-
pected that this was a fairy-tale all
along. Now l know it isl"
And this phase Of %incredulity per-
sisted in cOlOring the complexion Of
his mind until the moment, some
hours later, when the train connecting
at Providence with the Midnight Ex-
press for New York pulled out of New
Bedford bearing a transformed Barcus
almost impenetrably disguised in a
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And they swarmed up the rigging
after him without a moments hesita-
ton.
Holly pressed, the fugitive climbed
higher and still higher, until at length
he gained the topmost yard; with
three policemen not half a dozen feet
below him and popping away for dear
life, If happily with the VIGOROUSLY
poor Workmanship of policemen gen.
orally.
None the less, there was no telling
when some accident might wing a bull.
let into the young man; and it was
evident that he so decided.
For, inching out to the end of the
yard, he waved his hand toward his
prosecutors with a gesture Of light
hearted derision that Enthusiastically
Identified him as Alan Law to Mr.. Bar.
| Gus, and forthwith dropped to the wa
ter, feet foremost. e.
Alan later took the water neatly,
came up uninjured and clearheaded,
and without an ~instant's hesitation
struck away toward the middle of the
Hudson.
As this happened the police ran to
the stern of the square-rigger, I'M
moored a dory that was riding there.
and threw themselves into 1t.
During the Ito Barcus, at least)
breathless suspense of that chase, the
ferryboat drew stolidly farther and
still farther away from the scene. Bar
Gus could not tell whether, as II
seemed. the police-laden dory was real
Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1915-04-03
Ohstacle 70 Endowment.

Many of US are plenty old enough to
remember the big open fireplace. the
enormous amount of wood it required
to keep It going. how the cord sticks
had to be dug out Of the ice and snow.
how ii was a struggle 10 get the big
back log In place, how every morning
the fire had to be started over again.
unless you were cunning enough in
woodcraft to hide some Goals deep
enough under the ashes to keep them
until morning. how In the early hours
or the bleak days the rooms Of the
house we're so cold It required great
courage or the insistent commands
Of the head of the house to get up
to make that fire But this IS not
all. It viii be remembered also that
in real weather the fire from the open
side Of the room baked you on one
side while the other side was frozen,
and all the day long the frost on the
windows maintained the beauty OF the
formation into pictured mountains and
valleys undisturbed BY INC heat from
the burning logs.
Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1915-04-03

the necessity of new regime in the
mountains. under which the individual
could walk in greater personal safety.
AS for the younger South, the officer
felt, when he rode away rext morning
that he had discovered the one man
who combined with the courage and
honesty that many of his clansmen
shared the mental equipment and local
influence to prove a constructive lead
err
When he returned to the Bluegrass
he meant OF have a long and unofficial
talk with his relative. the governor.
The grand jury trooped each day to
the courthouse and transacted its bust
ness. The petty juries went and came.
occupied with several minor homicide
cases. The captain, from a chair,
which Judge Smithers had ordered
placed beside him on the bench. was
looking on and intently studying One
morning. Smithers confded to him
that in a day or two more the grand
jury would bring In true bill against
Samson South, charging him with muir
der. The officer did not show sur
prise. He merely nodded
81 suppose I'll be called on to go and
get him?"
I'm afraid wen have to ask you to
do that"
What caused the change Of heart?
thought Purvy's people didn't want it
done" 1t was Callomb's first allusion,
except for his apology, to their former
alteration.
For an instant only, Smithers was a
little confused
ITO be quite frank with you, Ca
lomb," he said, Il got 10 thinking over
the matter in the light Of your own
viewpoint. and. after due delberatlon,
! came to see that to the state at large
it might bear the same appearance SO,
I had the grand jury take the matter
up. We must stamp out such laWIess-
ness &s Samson South stands for. He
is the more dangerous because he has
brains"
Callomb nodded. bat, at noon. he
slipped out on a preteuse Of sightsee-
ing. and rode by a somewhat circuit
Gus route TO the ridge At nighttalL,
he came 70 the house of the clan head.
South" he said TO Samson. when
he had led hiu IS de, they didn't
want to hear what you had TO tell the
6rand jury, but they are going ahead
to lndict you on manufactured sgi-
dence."
Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1915-04-03

tors from whom received only tempo
rary relief. l decided TO give Lydia E.
Pinkham's Vegetable Compound fair
trial and Also the Sanative Wash. have
now used the remedies for four months
and cannot express my thanks for what
they have done for me.
eff these lines will be of any benefit
you have my permission to publish
them. - Mrs. SADIE WILLIAMS, ASS
james Street, Elkhart, Indiana.
Lydia f. Pinkham's Vegetable Conn
pound, made from native roots and herbs,
contains no narcotic or harmful drugs,
and to-day holds the record of being ths
most successful remedy for female ills
we know of, and thousands of voluntary
testimonials on file in the Pinkham
laboratory at Lynn, Mass, seem to
prove this fact.
If you have the slightest doubt
that Lydia Il. Pinkham's Vegeta-
bic Compound will help you, write
to Lydia E.Pinkham MedicineCO.
(cOnfidentiaD Lynn, Nj ass, for adj
vice. Your letter will be opened,
read and answered by a woman
and held in strict confidence.
Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1915-04-03
lConynshf, 1913. By w. ]. Watt & Coz
CHAPTER XlV-continued.

Resides being on duty as an officer
=, militia. Callomb was Kentuckian,
trterested in the problems of his COM
,.orvealtb. and. when he went back,
bo knew that his cousin, who occupied
,ho executive mansion at Frankfort,
would be interested in his suggestions.
The governor had asked him II report
bie Impressions, and he meant to, af-
Ter Analysing them.
So. smarting under his impotency.
captain Callomb came out of his tent
one morning, and strolled across the
curved bridge to the town proper. He
knew that the grand jury was conven-
ing and he meant to sit as spectator
IN the courthouse and study proceed
ings when they we're instructed.
But before he reached the court
house, where for a half-hour yet the
cupola bell would not clang out its
summons to veniremen and witnesses,
be found fresh fuel for his wrath.
He was not a popular man with
these clansmen, though involuntarily
he had been useful in leading their vic
tins to the slaughter. There was a
scowl in his eyes that they did not
like and an arrogant hint of iron laws
in the livery he wore, which their in.
stincts distrusted.
Callomb saw without being told that
over the town lay sense of por-
tentous tidings. Faces were more
sullen than usual Men fell into scowl-
Ding knots and groups. A clerk at a
store where he stopped for tobacco
inquired as he made change:
Herd the news. stranger?"
What news?"
This here Wildcat Samson South
come back yistiddy, an last evenin'
towards shutdown, Jesse Purvy an
Aaron Hollis was shot dead"
For an instant, the soldier stood
looking at the young clerk, his eyes
kndling into wrathful blaze. Then.
be cursed under his breath. At the
door, he turned on his heel:
Where can Judge Smithers be
found at this time of day?" he de-
handed.
Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1915-04-03
UNHAPPY FATE OF DRONES
joyment and Sad the End That
Awaits Them All.

Drones are usually looked upon as
lazy, useless creatures. They never
do any work, but are fed by the work
er bees on the best the hive can af.
ford. and this In a season Of the year
when the workers are busiest for "a
hours a day with the gathering and
curing of honey. Why do the bees
treat them with such respect in the
busy harvest time? The reason is
that the bees are raising number OF
young queens at this time. for the flu
ture generation. The queen Is des-
tined to be the mother of all the bees
reared in the hive for the next year
or two. She Is the only one in the
hive that can lay eggs, and she VIII
some day lay them at a rate of from
two TO four thousand a day. The
drOnes are the male bees raised at the
same time with the queens From
their midst the virgin queen will some
day select her mate. Without them
she could not attain maternity, held
by the bees in greatest honor. For
this reason they are treated royalty
until the wedding trip Of the queen.
When she returns a widow. leaving
her dronemate casually the most per
sistent of all suitors) dead In the
field, the bees make short work OF the
remaining drones. They seize them
by the neck and throw them out Of
the hive bodily to die OF hunger in
the midst Of plenty.-Francis Jaeger.
Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1915-04-03

Samson was for moment thought.
full. then he nodded.
That's about what was expecting
Now" went on Gallons, we un.
derstand each other. We are working
for the saI.e end, and. by God I've
had one experience in making arrests
at the order of that court. l don't
want it to happen again"
Il suppose said Samson. you know
that while | am entirely willing to face
any fair court of justice, don't pro
pose to walk into a packed jury, whose
only object is to get me where l can
be made way with. Callomb. l hope
VIC won't have to fight each other,
MAT do you suggest?"
IF the court orders the militia to
make an arrest, the militia has no op-
tion. In the long run. resistance would
only ALLEVIATE the sympathy OF the
world at large. There is just one
thing to be done. South. It's thing
l don't like to suggest" He paused.
then added emphatically; when my
detail arrives here, which will prob
ably be in three or four days, you
must not be here. You must not be
in any place where we can find you"
For a little while, Samson looked at
the other man with a slow smile OF
amusement, but soon it died. and his
face grew hard and determined.
I'm obliged to you, Callomb," he
|
had the right to expect-this warning.
l understand the cost of giving it. But
it's no use. l can't cut and run. No, by
God, you wouldn't do it! You can't
ask me to do It,"
by God, you can and Wilt" Callomb
spoke with determination. This isn't
a time for quibbling You've got work
to do. We both have work to do. We
can't stand on a matter of vainglorious
pride, and let big issues of humanity
go to pot We haven't the right to
spend mems lives in fighting each
other, when we are the only two men
in this ENHANCEMENT who are in per-
feet accord-and honest"
The mountaineer spent some min
utes in silent self-debate. The working
of his face under the play of alternat-
ing doubt, resolution. hatred and insur-
gency, told the militiaman what a
struggle was progressing. At last,
Samson's eyes cleared with an express
sion of discovered solution.
"All right, Callomb," he said. briefly.
afs,ro,, uvnp't And rnat" He smiled az
he added: Make as thorough a
search as your duty demands. Il
needn't be perfunctory or superficial
Every South cabin will stand open to
you. l shall be extremely busy. to ends
which you approve. l can't tell you
what / shall be doing. because to do
that, / should have to tell where
mean to be"
CTO BE CONTINUEDD
Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1915-04-03

pertinent question. what part of the
mountains have you been visiting?"
Samson laughed
Not any part of the mountains" he
said I've been living chiefly IN New
York-and for time in Paris"
Callomb drew his horse to dead
halt.
"In the name of God" he incredu.
lcusly asked, what manner of man
are your"
Il hope" came the instant reply. 1T
may be summed up by saying that I'm
exactly the opposite of the man you've
had described for you back there at
Hixon"
Il knew it." exclaimed the soldier.
Il knew that was being fed on lies!
That's why | came. l wanted to get
the straight of it. and | felt that the
solution lay over here"
They rode the rest of the way in
deep conversation. Samson outlined
his ambitions for his people. He told,
too. of the scene that had been enacted
at Purvy's store. Callomb listened with
absorption, feeling that the narrative
bore automatic truth on its face.
AT last he inquired:
Did you succeed up there-as a
painter"
That's a long road" Samson told
him, but think had fair start.
was getting commissions when left !"
Then / am to understandable off,
Ger met the steady gray eyes and put
the question like cross-examiner
bullying a witness-'I am to under
stand that you deliberately put behind
you a career to come down here and
herd these fence-jumping Sheep"
Hardly that" deprecated the head
of the Souths. They sent for me-
that's all. OF course. l had to come. "
Why"
Because they had sent. They are
my people"
The officer leaned in his saddle
South" he said, would you mind
shaking hands with me? Some day /
want to brag about it to my grandchil-
dren."
Callomb spent the night at the house
Of Spicer South. He met and talked
with a number of the kinsmen, and, if
he read in the eyes of some Of them a
smoldering and unforgiving remem-
brance of his unkept pledge. at least
they repressed all expression OF cen
sure.
With Spicer South and Samson the
captain talked long into the night. He
made many jottings in a note book. He
with Samson abetting him, pointed out
to the older and more stubborn man