Iron County record. [volume] (Cedar City, Utah) 1893-1982, 1917-01-12
by {. ALEXANDER POWELL


| STUBBORN Oiu Holmes 1Ougnt nhru
against the vicissItudes of fate.
The mail which contained Marston's
letter reached Holmes camp on the
Colapoola when he was In the shanty
which he called his Office, comforting
with his foreman, dour and rawboned
Scotchman named McClintock.
Just as 1 thought, Mac" Holmes
| growled. "Marston has heard about
the fires and he knows that we can't
make good on the contract. we shall
be regretfully compelled he says, to
Insist on the penalty for failure on
your contract The lying hypocrite !!
We're up against 1t good and hard.
Mac, my boy. II we could only get
the Indian lands we'd have no difficult
| ty In filling our contract" went on
Holmes, "bnt there's nothing doing I'm
afraid-not thing doing.--Hello |!
what the devil do you wantT
The ejaculation had been caused by
the sudden appearance Of youth, one
of the camp cooks helpers, who flung
himself Into the office, painting.
you're wanted at your cabin" the
boy Informed Holmes-"the doc told
me to fetch you"
When Holmes reached the cabin,
which stood half q mile above the
camp on high bluff thanking the river,
the doctor, grizzled practitioner, who
had spent his life alleviating the lum-
berland's Ills, awaited him.
Congratulations. Holiness" called
the doctor, cheerily-"Your wife has
stood 1t finely"
ats boy?" demanded the lumber
man, eagerly.
"Not on your life," answered the
doctor, sits a girl-ten pounds II she
weighs an ounce and as pretty as they
make EN-"
"Tm so sorry It isn't boy, dear"
whispered Mrs. Holmes feebly, II know
how you had set your heart on having
son. But look, Rupert, isn't she
darling? Wen call her Helen, after
your mother"
Holmes face was convulsed with dis
appointment and anger.
Cd you, womanl" he cried, his
voice hOarse with unreasoning passion.
II married you to get son and you
give me this! wish to heaven that
I'd never seen you'll hope that I'll
never set eyes on you or your kid
again."
The dark eyes Of the wife filed with
tears and her face, already drained Of
Its color, turned ashen.
"You ought to be ashamed Of your
self, Holiness" interposed the doctor
sternly. "You're behaving like a
brute"
Holmes whirled on the physician In
fury, his arm swung back as though
to strike.
~ take no such words from any
man." he snarled.
"You'll take them from me-" said the
other, coolly, looking the big lumber
man fearlessly In the eye. "Get out
of here now and don't return until you
can act like a human being"
Holmes went out into the forest and
strobe on, he knew not where, nor
cared. In his blind rage he walked
farther than he had imagined, and so,
the more quickly to retrace his steps,
his passion somewhat spent, he de-
cided to take short cut across the
property of the klamath Indians,
which adjoined his own holdings.
Repeatedly Holmes had endeavored
to induce the Indians to part with their
land but always unsuccessfully, for
Sleepy Dog. the strong leader OF a
weak and vacillating tribe, had used
his authority to prevent his people
from disposing of their birthright.
Entering the Indian village, Holmes
made his way through to the dwelling
Of the chief. Sleepy Dog was seated
on bench In front of his house, dan
ding on his knee lusty, bronze-col-
ored papoose.
"What you want?" the Indian blunt
ly demanded.
II want to buy some of your land"
snapped the visitor.
'No sell um land" the Indian re-
peated, stolidly. keep um for son."
and he proudly indicated the papoose,
now growing In its mothers arms.
keep your id land then"
snarled Holmes, and he strobe away.
Dusk had fallen when the angry
giant reached his camp. In the shadow
of n clubhouse a man was skulking.
"Come out of there" ordered Holmes.
"Ah So it's you Dlll?" he went on,
harshly, as he recognized In the cring-
ing figure before him, one Jake Dill,
n notorious whisky bootlegger. "D'ye
remember" Holmes demanded, "what
| told you I'd do 10 you the next time
caught you selling your rotgut to
my menT
"Let me OFF this time, guv'nor," the
man pleaded. II won't never come
round here no more. won't even 20
near the Indians. I'll keep out of the
county altogether, Mr.. Holmes-so
help me God, l Will" go. 3.
Holmes stood staring at the man
An idea had entered his scheming
head.
"Dlll," he said, suddenly, perhaps