The Tomahawk. [volume] (White Earth, Becker County, Minn.) 1903-192?, 1920-03-11
THE NORTH
POINT LAW
Bv ARCHEY CAMERON NEW

| %. 1920. by Mcclure Newspaper syndicate)
Constable Matthews stood at the
door of his little matched cottage and
| shifted inquisitively at the air, when
broad smile of contentment beamed on
his wide, happy face and his keen gray
eyes twinkled.
"Gosh, but this weather's fine,' he
exclaimed to himself, and then his
glance strayed down the road toward
the town store and large group or
| men standing in front Of 1t. "Plannln
some parade, I reckon" And then he
sauntered forth toward the store, but
not on police business. In fact, Sam
Matthews seldom went anywhere on
police business-because that business
was exceedingly dull at North Point.
"H1o, SAM" greeted some OF the
| men in front Of the store, as the OIL
Ger hove into view. Gonna pinch
some snuff"
The joke was the oldest in North
Point, but Sam hesitated at the store
steps and grinned amiably.
"No, just pluggin' along" lie coun-
| tered, humOrously, as he pointed to
an empty jaw, usually filled with
quid.
| And then, as he turned his back on
the crowd Of men, and was about to
enter the store, a name came to his
ears that brought him up short.
| "ClassOn!" Always name to be
reckoned with, mused Sam, as he
peered across the bridge toward Parks
| boro. A name either feared, hated or
| loved, according to circumstances. 10
be feared or hated, when the owner OF
the big mills at ParksbOro was men
toned. Nearly 30 per cent Of the men
| at North Point drew ClassOn Wooden
mills pay envelopes-and nearly so
per cent Of them hated the owner
| cordially. For he was hard task
master and thoroughly selfish. sam
gazed sympathctically toward his
| group of fellow-townsmen as he
thought Of Classon's latest offense
against his workers-a refusal to in
| stall a cO-Operative lunch room where
they might get their lunches at cost.
And thinking Of lunches, Sam smiled
and reminiscently 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 III
their lunch boXes-borne to their
women folks by Dorothy Classon.
| Dorothy was so unlike her father in
every way as to make North Pointers
forget she was a Classon-generous
to her finger-tips, lovable to her slip
per-tips, and democratic to fault.
Sam listened to the wrangling for
few minutes listlessly-for it was all
| too well-known to him-and was about
to enter the store when dominant
| voice in the group arrested his atten-
| ton, and he crouched in the dark OF
| the porch to listen unseen. What he
heard chilled every fiber Of his body.
They couldn't do this thing, he
gasped as he crouched lower, listen
|
thews, as tool for their purposes
impossble! 1t was all very we'll to
hate Classon, to denounce him, rcvile
him, if they would-but this thing
br-r-r, he slluddered. And then he
sorrowfully realized that they were
right-they could use him-he was
their constable.
| And then, after few minutes, he
heard footsteps at his back, crunch
ing on the gravel path. They were
| coming after him-after their con-
| stable-to make him do his duty. Hc
hung his head and slightly turned his
| face toward the house. Then he
breathed easier, for the footsteps
again receded up the street and he
looked up, then was startled.
He recognized the couple. It was
Dorothy, and he noted regretfully her
| happy profile as she leaned on her es-
| cort's arm and smiled into his face.
| Sam knew Of the romance Of this
| couple, and his warm old heart had
reioiced as, for months past, he had
seen the girl stray past his home on
the arm of George Fulton, the young
assistant superintendent Of the mills.
A fine match, he agreed. Fulton had
fought his way through the mills to
the position he now held-perhaps the
only one besides Dorothy who COM
manded civil word from the elder
| Classon. Before this night he had
gazed fondly at the picture of Fulton's
dark handsome head against the gold
en- head Of Dorothy as they strolled
| through North Point.
| Sam shuddered now, and then ne
gazed apprehensively toward the store.
| No one was in sight. Perhaps it
wasn't too late-yet. He might avert
trouble after all. And no complaint
! had been made to him as an officer.
| He followed the pair stealthily, and
| then as Dorothy entered the gate of
| Az, JVo+orc tho widow Of an old mill