New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1921-07-13
The Flyers
Trophy
BY HAROLD SINCLAIR
20. 1921. western Newspaper union)

JoufS VIII never see my mucn VaunL-
ed trophy" said Elwyn Moore, air.
man.
She's got to. I promised her. !
wrote her all about it, and you. So
brace up, old man. Take your pick.
The long stick-south. The short
stick-east. Choose"
1t was an impressive scene and an
unusual one. Upon broad plateau
in the heart Of the North Carolina
mountains rested the monoplane Vic
tor. The two expert birdmen had
just carried off the honors in an aero
meet at Savannah. They designed q
trip to the home Of Nelson Barton,
in Delaware, where his father and his
sister awaited them. Now, In flight
over a desolate, we'll nigh uninhabited
country, the "juice" had given out and
the Victor was stalled Gasoline
must be found or the machine aban-
doned.
Barton hid all but the ends of two
twigs In his hand. Moore drew the
long one-south. Barton started east
with the laughing boast that he would
be back first with the needful fuel for
the engine.
1t was nightfall when Barton toiled
slowly down winding valleyIost.
'"This is getting pretty desperate"
decided Barton. "Ah, at last-a light"
Suddenly loud shouts and then shots
in the distance attracted his attention.
Following the same a great lurid glow
sprang up across the eastern horizon.
"a fire!" exclaimed Barton, and he
started toward it. A terrific hubbub
increased as he advanced.
A woman, clasping little babe close
to her breast, and holding her by the
hand dragged a little girl sobbing pitt
fully with fright and WEAKNESS.
my good woman" spoke Barton,
"what is the trouble?"
"Oh, SIR, we are lost! The Dollivars
are making raid. They have burned
our houses
Barton got the three refugees into
copse and saw a party Of a dozen
rough men armed and carrying torch
es pass them by. Then there were
more shots and shouts and q new
lurid glare crossed the sky.
1T is our home" mourned the wom-
an. "Oh, sir, help us.
"My husband and his band are in
refuge camp twenty miles south of
here" explained the woman.
The woman, carrying the babe and
leading the way, Barton with the little
girl in his arms, they started on
forlorn tramp.
eve are almost there" announced
the woman nearly four hours later as
they started down tortuous gap In
the mountains. "There is the glow of
their camp fire. Oh, am so glad, so
thankful to YOU And then with the
words she sank to the grass and
swooned dead away.
Twenty steps brought the aviator in
full view Of the outlaw camp. A vivid
picture halted, appalled, him. A group
of men were gathered near camp
fire, and over a branch of great tree
close at hand ran rope. One end
encircled the neck Of man with
arms and feet tightly bound. I.
"Why! Why! Why" shouted out
Nelson Barton in three tones of rising
horror, sit is my friend, my partner,
Elwyn Moore! Stop! Stop!" he
screamed, rushing forward and wav-
inp his arms wildly
Half dozen, rifles covered him.
whats this?' fiercely challenged
the outlaw chief.
"This is my friend" proceeded Bar
ton, pointing to Moore.
ooh, maybe you're another detec-
tive, eh?" demanded the outlaw.
detective? Why, we are 3airmen."
Suddenly the outlaw turned. The
little girl had followed Barton.
MARY, little Mary!" gasped the
outlaw. "How did you come here?"
II brought her." said, Barton quick.
ly; "your wife and baby, too. They
are back near the spring. The Dolli-
vars. have raided your homes, and"
A cry Of rage went up from the
rough crowd. The strangers were for
a moment forgotten. iz@
The outlaw chieftain came back to
the camp fire with tears in his eyes,
and gentle as a lamb. Instantly
Moore was released. He overwhelmed
Barton with thanks. He learned the
real mission of the aviators in that
forbidden district.
-Four Of you," he shouted to his
men, "get to Shelbyrille as fast as you
can, and bring back fifty gallons of
gasoline.s
"Ask him to give me my trophy"
whispered Moore to his friend.
"Your trophyY'
Eyes, It's been a target fastened to
that tree yonder."
The trophy, plus one deep bullet
dent was returned to its owner with
apologies.
The airship made a brilliant non.
stop, flight, almost beating the record.
A guest at the Barton home, Elwyn
Moore had the coveted chance to pre-
sent himself and his trophy to pretty
Mabel Barton. q