The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1920-03-25
THE NORTH
POINT LAW
BY ARCHEY CAMERON NEW
Il. IgaO. ey MecIure Newspaper syndIeate.I }

donr OF his little matched cottage and
smiled inquisitlvely ut the air. when n
broad smile of contentment beame6 on
his wide, happy face and his keen gray
eyes twinkled.
Gosh. but this weaiher's fine" he
exclaimed To- himself, and then his
glance straycd down the road toward
the town store and n large group of
men standing In front of 1t. "Plannln'
some parade, | reckon" And then he
sauntered forth toward the store, hut
not on police business In fact. Sam
Matthews seldom went anywhere on
police buslness--because that business
was exceedingly dun at North Point.
"Hlo, Sam" greeted some of the
men In front of the store as the Off
Ger hove into view. Gonna pinch
some snuffy'
The joke was the oldest In North
Point. but Sam hesitated at the store
steps and grinned aminbly.
"No, just pluggin' along hc coun-
tered, humorously as he pointed to
nm empty jaw, usually filled with
quld.
And then. as he turned his back on
the crowd Of men, and was about TO
enter the store. n name came to his
ears that brought him up short.
"Classonl" Always name to he
reckoned with. mused Sam, as he
peered across the bridge toward Parks
boro. A name either feared, hated or
loved, according 10 circumstances. To
he feared or hated when the owner of
the big mills at Parksboro was men.
toned. Nearly % per cent OF the men
at North Point drew Classon Woolen
mills pay cnvelopes-and nearly so
per cent of them hated the owner
cordially. For he was a hard task
master and thoroughly selfish. sam
gazed alphabetically toward his
group of fcllow-townsmcn as he
! thought of Classon's lntest offense
! against his workers-a refusal to In
stall cooperative lunch room where
they might get their lunches at cost.
And thinking of lunches. Sam smiled
and reminlscently sighed as he thought
( OF the bright. captivating and minis
tering little angel-who also bore the
name of Classon.
How many of those men, unused
sam tenderly, took slices of chicken
bits of luscious fruit and the like In
their lunch boxes--borne TO their
women folks by Dorothy Classon
Dorothy was so unlike her father In
every way MS to make North Pointers
forget she wns Classon-generous
TO her fnger-ups. lovable to her slip
per-tlps, and democratic to fault.
Sam listened TO the wrangllng fol
few wlmInutes listlessly--for It was al
too well-known to him-and was abou
to enter the store when dominant
voice In the group arrested his atten
tlon. and he crouched In the dark oi
the porch 10 listen unseen. What hs
heard chilled every fiber of his body.
They couldn't do this thing. h,
gasped. as lie crouched lower listen
ing lntently! And use him, Sam Mat
thews. as tool for their purposes
impossiblel II was all very well {,
hate Classon. to denounce him, revll,
him, " they would-but this thing
br-r.r, he shuddered. And then b,
sorrowfully realized that they wer,
right--they could use hlm--he wa,
their constable.
And then. after few minutes, II,
heard footsteps at his back, crunch
ing on the gravel path. They Were
|
stable-to make him do his duty. II,
hung his head and slightly turned hi
face toward the house. Then h,
breathed easier. for the footsteps
again receded up the street and h
looked up. then was startled.
lie recognized the couple. II wni
Dorothy. and he noted regretfuly he
huppy profile as she leaned on her es
cort's arm and smiled into his face
Sam knew of the romance OF thi
couple and his warm old heart ha,
rejolccd as. for months past. he hat
the arm Of George Fulton, the youni
assistant superintendent OF the mills
A fine match. he agreed. Fulton ha'
fought his way through the mills q
the position he now held-peri1aps tn
only one besides Dorothy who CON
nlandcd n civil word from the eide
Ciasson. Before this night he hat
enzed iondly AT the picture Of Fulton
dark handsome head against the gold
en- head Of Dorothy as they stroile'
through North Point.
Sam shuddered now. and then h
gazed apprehenslvely toward the store
No one was In sight. Perhaps
wasn't too late-yet He might aver
trouble after all. And no complain
had been made to him as an officer.
lie followed the pair stenltIily. an
then os Dorothy entered the gate o
Mrs. Waters, the widow Of an old mil
employee. Sam noted that Fultol
waited for her. He qulckened his ste
and passing Fulton with barely NOD