The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1919-08-30
EVENING STORY
Down FaIvy Way.
BY WILL T. AMEs.

'Ho, sheriff, this is Barton. You're
needed down Falvy way. They been
trying to get you on the phone. but
the dummed lines busted or some
thing Come down and I'll tell you
about it,
/ "An right; be there in a minute"
And the head of Deputy Sheriff Cal
Nestor disappeared from the moonlit
upstairs window. Three minutes later
he opened the side door.
Come in. Bart" said the sherin.
whats broke loose at Falvy?"
"Oh, that half-baked Dubreece boy,
the second oldest OF the tribe, you
know-works in the pulp board mill
when he works at all"
We'll, he's suffering from mixture
of hard cider and wild Bill nickel
/ novels. and he's got an ingrown no
ton that it's up to him to be Dad
man like he's been reading about. He
had some sort of a jangle with an in
| offensive little cuss from Peterborc-
something about taking his Job away
| from hinl-and this afternoon he
brought the Peterbnro fellow a swipe
with a light crowbar that almighty
near done his business for him. Then
he run home and got together regu-
liar darned arsenal he owns-a thirty
1 thirty rife and repeater shotgun and
set out for the woods. Stopped some
kids and told 'em to go serve notice
on the world for him that he Wi
! right dangerous and not to be took
alive.
Then he slid into the thickets up
| back OF where he lives-and the
whole town has been out after him
ever since o'clock. There amt any
head to the chase, tho, and the two
constables over to Falvy, if you ask
me. is scared of the cuss. I was driv-
| ing thru from West Liberty and stop
ped to see the doinRs. The constable
asked me to roust you out when I go
! back and tell you they want you to go
down to Falvy and take charge. My
mare got a stone in her shoe, and ii
took me more than two hours to get
here"
Anybody caught sight of Dubreece
since he took to the woods?" inquired
| the sheriff.
Three or four. But nobody with
backbone enough to get him. That
shooting gallery outfit of his seems to
be great antidote for Falvy vafor.
Far as that goes, got peek at him
myself as l came up thru the edge of
the woods this side of Falvy. and
somehow I didn't seem to take any
very keen interest in getting into an
argument with him. I came right
along without stopping. Well. I got to
there ?"
"of course. I'll set there by one
O'Clock. They're all up for the night,
I suppose?"
''sure thing Falvy hasn't had 30
much excitement since the minister's
little boy swallowed his mothers we'd
ding ring. Well. so-long"
Good night, Bart"
Sheriff Nestor's thoughts were not
on young Dubreece and his rnelodra-
lima In ch h arnx h "a
car over the moonlit roads to Falvy.
Nothing but the line of duty could
have dragged him to Falvy at this par
ticular time-and yet in no other di-
rection did his inclination so powerful
~ draw him. For Mary Nestor was in
Falvy. in her capacity of trained
nurse. taking care of old man Falvy.
the mill owner. She had left her hus-
band. the sheriff. week ago.
1t was a case of the conflict of
| strong personalities, together with
mistaken viewpoint on the part of the
man for the rights and liberties of the
woman. 1t had been brewing for
months.
The final clash came over a slight,
immaterial thing-and Mary had gone
out, white-faced but courageous and
all apparent calmnesS to earn her own
living. After a week Cal Nestor would
have given his right hand to have her
back again. In his stiff-necked pride
he would have given the left one rath-
err than let her know it. But tonight
he wondered whether, in Falvy, he
might not see her.
Nestor found the mill hamlet of
| Falvy wide awake and all its able
bodied males afield, handwriting. The
sheriff, taking command, deployed his
forces for a drive. fan-wise. thru the
half mile of thicket in which Dubreece
presumably was hiding-leaving un-
guarded all rear approach to his
home.
by this tim ehe'n be hungry and
losing some of his spunk and want
some of that stone fence cider; we'll
let him sneak home, and then get
him" Nestor told Phillips, the con-
stable.
Even so. At $50 in the morning
came running one of the youths set to
watch the Dubreece house. He just
snook in over the pasture fence,
sheriff" reported the excited lad.
"All right; I'll go have a talk with
him"
by hookeyi Sheriff. you'd better
. be careful. He's a darned bad egg"
advised Phillips. But Nestor laughed.
| In the broad light of the summer
morning Sheriff Nestor Unmatched the
rickety Dubreece gate in a most casual
way and started up the dirt path to the
side door. He had taken not more
than four steps when the door flew
! open and young Dubreece. white,
: shaking. wild-eyed. victim of very
. panic of desperation. stood on the sill
with a shotgun at the ready"
by goschamighty, Cal Nestor, don't
! you dast to step a foot nearer or I'll
send you to hell a-kitin'!" he squeaked,
his voice quavering with excitement.
"Oh, 1 guess you wouldn't do any
thing as foolish rs that. Dubreece."
Nestor's reply was so easy as to be
scarcely arsumentative. without show
, Observation-Disclosures