Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1921-12-17
The Flyers
Trophy
By HAROLD SINCLAIR
e IszL Western Newspaper UHssa


81 trophy. said Elwyn Moore, air
man.
shes. got 10. I promised her. /
wrote her all about il. and you. So
brace up. old man. Take your pick.
The long Stick-south The short
sIick-east. Choose
Il was an Impressive scene and an
unusual one. Upon q broad plateau
Ia the heart Of the North Carolina
mountains rested the mOHOplane Vic
tor The two expert birdmen had
just carried OF the honors in Al aero
meet at Savannah They designed .
trip 10 the home OF Nelson Barton.
in Delaware. where his father and his
sister awaited them. Now, In q flight
over Il deSolate, we'll nigh uninhabired
country the Juice had given out and
the Victor was stalled" Gasoline
must b. found or the machine aban-
doned.
Barton hid all bur the ends OF tive
twigs in his hand Moore drew the
long one-south. Barton started east
with the laughing boast that he wonlo
be back first with the needful fuel for
tie engine.
Il was nightfall when Barton toiled
slowly down Z winding yalley-Iost
This IS getting pretty desperate.
decided Barton. Yah. at last-a light"
Suddenly loud shouts and then shots
in the distance attracted his attention
Following the same a great lurid glow
sprsug up across the eastern horizon.
"A hsar' exclaimed Barton. and he
started toward it, A terrific hubbut
increased as he advanced.
A woman, clasplng little babe close
to her breast. and holding her BY the
hand dragged little girl sobbing pitt
fully with fright and WEAKNESS.
my good woman spoke Barton,
"what Is the troubieF"
''Oh. sir, we are lost, The Dollivars
are making a raid. They have burned
our houses
Barton got the three refugees into
a copse and saw party OF a dozen
rough men armed and carrying torch.
es pass them by. Then there were
more shots and shouts and new
lurid glare crossed the sky.
III is our home, mourned the WON
an. ooh sir help Us.
''Nly husband and his band are in 9
( refuge camp twenty miles south OF
here" explained the woman.
The woman, carrying the babe anc
( leading the way, Barton with the little
( girl in his arms, they started on q
4 forl0rn tramp
I'VE are almost there" announced
I the woman nearly four hours later as
they started down a tortuous gap In
the mountains. There is the glow OF
+ their camp fire. Oh, / am so glad, sc
I thankful To you" And then with the
words she sank to the grass and
+ swooned dead away.
! Twenty steps brought the aviator IL
+ full view Of the outlaw camp. A vivic
picture halted, appalled, him. A group
OF men were gathered near a camp
/ FIRE and over a branch Of a great tree
+ close at hand ran a rope. One end
A FA4NAA t4NA LAAN AaCNN Va q AAANAN -
arms and feet tightly bound.
why, Why. Why shouted out
+ Nelson Barton in three tones Of rising
horror, "it is my friend, my partner
Elwyn Moore stop! Stop" he
4 screamed. rushing forward and way
ing his arms wildly.
Half a dozen rifles covered him.
What's thisf" hercely challenged
the outlaw chief.
This IS my friend" proceeded Bar
ton, pointing to Moore.
"Oh, maybe you're another detec
tive, ehT' demanded the outlaw.
Detective? Why, we are airmen.
Suddenly the outlaw turned. The
little girl had followed Barton.
Mary. little Nary gasped the
outlaw How did you come hereT'
Il 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 f0l
a moment forgotten.
The outlaw chieftain came back &c
the camp FIRE with tears In his eyes
and gentle as lamb. Instantly
Moore was released He overwhelmed
Barton with thanks. He learned this
real mission Of the ayiators In that
forbidden district.
-Four of you" he shouted 70 his
men, get to Shelbyville as fast as you
can. and bring back fifty gallons Of
gasoline"
Ask him 70 give me my trophy
whispered Moore to his friend.
Your trophyT'
Yes, its 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. ElwyT
Moore had the coveted chance TO IRE
sent himself and his trophy to pretty
Mabel Barton.