Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-07-08


by Felix Marchand. Il powerful but
disreputable character of Mnnitou.
Ingolby attacks Mnrchand, who vows
revenge. Feda is claimed by one
Jcthro Fave as his wife, under
gypsy custom which united them i'll
marriage when they were children.
Flcda rejects him. Marchand stirs
UP feud between the two towns in
order to foil Ingolby's ambitions. \
strike is to be called. lngolby's new
bridge is to be blown up and he, him
self. thrown into the river.
AND HERE IT CONTINUES
RLIE nbove-a deep joyous Du''
- against which a white cloud rested
or slowly Travelled westward; Sky down
whose vast ccrucan bowl nockS of wild
geese sailed. white and gray and black.
while the woods across ;hc Sagalac
were glowing with Il hundred roIorS,
giving tender magntic"nCc to the scene.
The busy CagprnCSS of a pioneer life
was still quiet. orderly thing, so i'm
mcnse was the theatre for effort and
most as wide as a London square, there
was room to move; nothing seemed hud-
died. pushing or inconvrnicnt. Even
the disorder of building lost its ugly
crudity in the space and the sunlight.
The only time l get frightened in
life is when things look like that, In
COLBY answered. Il go round with
life prcsprvcr on me when it seems
as if 'all's right with the world.
The violin inside the barber shop
kept sc-aping out its cheap muSic-a
coon song of the day.
"Old Berry hasn't much business
this morning., remarked Rockwell
"Hes in keeping with this surface
peace.
odd Berry never misses anything.
What we're thinking. he's thinking.
! go fishing when I'm in trouble Berry
plays his fiddle. Hes a philosopher
and a friend.
You don't make friends as other
people do"
Il make friends of all kinds. don't
know why. but I've always had kind
of kinship with the roughs, the no
accounts and the rogucs.
''As we'll as the othcrs-I hope l
don't intrude.'
Ingolby laughed "You? Oh. I wish
all the others were like you. It's the
highly respectable members of the COM
munity I've always had to watch
The fiddle song came Squcaking out
upon the sunny atmosphere. 1t ar
rested the attention. of man on the
other side of the street--a stranger in
strange Lebanon. He wore a suit of
western clothes as military man
wears mufti, if not awkwardly, yet
with a manner not wholly natural-thc
coat too tight across the chest, too
short in the body However. the man
was handsome and unusual in his leop
ard way. with his brown curling hair
and well cared for moustache.
1t was Jethro Fave.
Attracted by the sound of the violin
he stayed his steps and smiled scorn-
fully. Then his look fell on the two
figures at the door of the barber shop,
and his eyes flashed.
Here was the man he wished to SEQ
Max Ingolby the man who stood be-
. tween him and his ROmany lass. Here
was a chance of speaking face to face
with the man who was robbing him.
What he should do when they met must
be according to circumstances. That
did not matter. There was the i'm
pulse storming in his brain. and it
drove him across the street as the Boss
Doctor walked away, and lngolby en- :
tered the shop. All Jethro realized was
that the man who stood IL his way, the
big. rich masterful Gorgio was there.
He entered the shop after lngolby.
and stood for an instant unseen. The
old negro barber with his curly white
head, slave black face, and large.
shrewd. meditative eyes was standing
in a corner with a violin under his
chin. his cheek lovingly resting against
it, as he drew his bow through the last
lars of the melody.
He had smiled in welcome as Ingolby
entered, instantly rising from his stool,
but continuing to play. He would not
have stopped in the middle of tune
for an emperor, and he put Ingolby
higher than an emperor. For one who
had been born a slave and had still the
he was very independent, He cut
everybody's hair as he wanted to cut
1t, trimmed each beard as he wished tC
trim it, regardless of its owners wishes
If there was dissent, then his Gus
toner need not come again, that wa:
all There were other BARRIERS in the
place, but Berry was the master barber
To have your head massaged by hin
was never to be forgotten, especially
If you found your hat too small for YOU
head in the morning. Also he singeC
the hair with a skill and care, which
had filled many thinly covered scalI
with luXuriant growth, and his hair
tonic, known as "Smilax." gave
pleasant odor to every meeting house o.
church or public hall where the peopl
gathered. Berry was an institution
even in this new western town. H.
kept his place and he forced the whit
man, whoever he was, to keep his place
When he saw Jethro Fave enter tn
shop he did not stop playing. but hi
eyes searched the newcomer. Following
his glance, Ingolby turned round AM
saw the Romany. His first impression
was one of admiration, but suspiciO,
was quickly added. He was goo
judge of men, and there was somethin
secluded about the man, which repelle
him. Yet he was interested. The dar
face had a striking racial peculiarity.
The music died away, and old Berr
lowered the fiddle from his chin an