Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1920-12-07
THE BLUE MOON
A TALE OF THE FLATWOODs
By DAVID ANDERSON



Otherwise he would have trusted to
that. The meeting behind the Mud
Hen had fizzled.
| Second. He had no stomach for
going into court.
Third. "Queerin' his game" What
did he mean by his game? He couldn't
have meant the Blue Moon, for he
didn't know the PearIhunter knew he
had 1t. His game. That tense scene
at the fence the evening before flashed
up clear as the river bed under the
jack light: a girl with a basket !;
frightened eyes; a yellow curl that rose
and fell upon a startled bosom.
TIL stay where am" he answered,
crisp and cold. "The law put me In !;
the law can get me out"
The other shrugged his shoulders,
furious at the battling GOODNESS he en-
countered. And yet he couldn't afford
to give up his plans, or spoil them by
any untimely show of his real feel
ings. The easy smile came back.
Those questions you were expect
ing to ask-I might answer them to
| boot"
The Pearlhunter's fingers frightened
on the bar. He breathed deep. Those
questions His life through, they had
haunted him. And the man before him
knew the answer. His face set hard.
Answer or not, as you please" he
said; but I'll not bolt the Flatwoods.
/ was expectin' to ask about my-fa-
| Their"
The other whipped curious look at
him.
Your fatherI' he snarled. The
scowl on his face became it better than
the smile. 'As like you as two peas !;
with the same lot of fool, Sir Galahad
notions about the women-angels and
white lilies. and all that rot. He
| crossed my path once too often, and
for the last time. seven years ago. He's
in hell now. And your mother"
The fist that stabbed out of the win
dow fell almost short, landing with a
snap instead of crash, like lash that
can reach only so far. 1t stung the
man on the point of the cheek and shot
his head back.
He staggered and threw up his hand
to his face. His other hand involun-
! tarily dropped toward his hip. Well
for him that 1t stopped before it get
there. The Pearlhunter had snatched
the revolver from under his blouse and
held 1t just below the window ledge.
The man on the outside backed
away, his face stung to flame by the
blow. He felt for his knife; seemed
to remember where he bad left it-be-
| tween the ribs of man. Anyhow, 1t
would have been as useless as the re-
volver. Noise precluded the use of
the one; walls and bars the other.
I'D kill you" he retorted finally, his
tones steady. though strained, like the
current that plays across the top of a
whirlpool, "only haven't time. There's
flock of yellow curls and devilish
trim pair of ankles waitin' for me
down the road"
He had so framed the taunt as to re-
fleet on the girl his very thought dis
honored. Without another word he
turned and walked away.
The Pearlhunter seriously debated
whether to shoot him dead and trust
to fate for the rest. The revolver
crawled up over the window sill. He
grasped one of the bars to steady his
hand. A start of surprise came TO his
face. The revolver went back below
the window sill. The bar was loose.
| Ia al, Holt ant
was So For some reason or other it
had not been fixed very firmly in its
auger hole sockets. There was play
a heartening amount of it-between
the upper and lower anger holes. His
blood missed a beat; then leaped the
higher.
lie tanned the bar into The lower
socket. The bottom Of the hole was
soft. The rain had probably rotted it.
He jammed the bar again and the wood
gave. He put all his strength to IT..
Each effort drove the bar little deep
err; gave it a little more play at the
top. If he could only drive 1t far
enough so that the top would cIearl He
was working like wild man.
Bearing Gown with all his strength.
he rotated the bar. The tremendous
exertion opened the cuts and scratches
on his neck Ind breast until they bled
afresh. He jammed the bar down
again; bore upon it with all his
| strength: rotated 1t again and again
Less than half an inch still held at the
top.
His exertions brought the sweat out
upon his face Another effort; tre-
| mendous: TO the last ounce of his
power.
His hands were like fire-but the
bar cleared. He could move it tiny
mite to the side of the upper auger
hole. The clearance was ever so little
but it cleared. Bracing his knee
against the wall and grasping the case
ment with his left hand for anchorage
he bent and worked and twisted the
bar outward. At last, by final su-
preme heave. it cleared the upper log
There remained only TO lift it ont OF
the lower auger hole.
The Pearlhunter dropped back pant
ing anu fDoppeu the o"cat Nun h' A
| with his sleeve. The effort had been
| tremendous.
A minute to get his breath; another
| spent in listening; and he worked the
loosened end little freer; lifted out
the bar; crawled outside; put 1t back
into place again. feeling about with
his fingers TO make sure there were no
scars on the wood or bits of chips
scraped loose, and stole away under
the trees.
IT would probably be quite impossl-
BILE for the city-bred TO appreciate fully
the feelings of the Pearlhunter at find
| ino the hreafh of the omen woods cnce