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The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1922-02-13
SANDS CLUE IS
THE BEST HOPE
in TAYLOR CASE
Not Likely That Any More Movie
Actresses Will Be Called To
Give Evidence

Los Angeles, Feb. 13.-Mary Miles
Minter, motion picture actress issued
a statement here today through her
attorneys declaring that she had told
Investigators "aII that she knew" of
the life of William Desmond Taylor,
motion picture director, slain myster-
iously several days ago. 1t said she
could not conceive how any person
could voluntarily wrong Taylor.
Pursuing investigation
Los Angeles, Feb 13.-Investiga-
tion by the district attorneys Office
into the William Desmond Taylor mur-
der mystery will proceed today, al
though it is a legal holiday, accord
ing to a statement made shortly after
midnight by Thomas Lee Woolwine,
district attorney.
He said he was uncertain what form
the inquiry would take bu. thought it
unlikely he would summon to his Of
fees any motion picture stars or 9TH
ers. He thought it more probable. he
stated, that the detectives would in
N6SIlSd.6 q any dNdlldDl6 lSduS, anu ludI
witnesses would be summoned for
questioning by him hereafter only
when the preliminary work of officers
indicated some discovery of more than
usual Importance.
This latter course would place the
detectives of the police department
again on their theory that the finding
of Edward F. Sands, missing former
butler-secretary to Taylor, was essen
tial to the solution of the enigma. and
those of the sheriff's office on their
Numerically opposed ideas that
Sands had nothing to do wi h the
staying.
Shortly before this partial proceed
ure of his Office in the investigation
Mr. Woolwine had issued a statement
condemning faxed and fraudulent in.
terviews" on the case and declaring
there was grave and serious doubt at
the present time as to whether the
murderer will ever be apprehended."
While the police detectives and the
sheriff's deputies have not acknowl
edged defeat, they admit the case is
one of the most bewildering over to
come to their attn ion. Eleven days
have passed since the discovery OF
the directors body and the officers
assigned to the mystery have worked
with less than their ordinary sleep
and under unusual pressure in track
ing down what seemed like tangible
clues and In investigating almost In.
Vulnerable tips"
The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1922-02-13
THE WEATHER

Mostly cloudy tonight and tuesday;
srobabIy rain and colder in extreme
north portion. Unsettled and colder
tonight and Tuesday; probably rain,
Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1922-09-22

Needle Trail. 1t leads from behind the
cabin"
He tried to emerge from the dream
like mists that had enveloped him.
"How far is it," he asked her steadily.
''To the end OF Pine-Needle Trail"
she rocked again. clutcEed for one OF
his brown hands, and pressed it be-
tween hers.
Then she raised 1t TO her dry lips.
Bruce could not keep her from 1t. And
after an instant more he did not at
tempt TO draw it from her embrace. In
the darkness of that mountain cabin,
In the shadow of the eternal pines. he
knew that some great drama of human
life and love and hatred was behind
the action and he knew with a knowl-
edge unimpeachable that 1t would be
only insolence for him to try further
to resist IL. It's meaning went too
deep for him to see; but it filed him
with a great and wondering awe.
Then he turned away, up the Pine
needle Trail. Clear until the deeper
forest closed around him her voice still
followed him-a strange croaking In
the afternoon silence. "Ar last" he
heard her crying. "At last, at last"
Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1922-09-22

more, either. But let me make one
thing plain. No man, told to go back
by me, ever has a chance to be told
again. This amt your cities-up here.
There amt any policemen on every
corner. The woods are big, and all
kinds of things can happen In them
and be swallowed up-as l swallow
these leaves In my hand"
His great arm reached out with
incredible power and seized hand
full Of leaves off nearby shrub. 1t
seemed to Bruce that they crushed
like fruit and stained the dark skin.
1--WE already decided. I'm going
on"
Once more they stood, eyes meeting
eyes on the trail, and Slmon's face was
darkening with passion Bruce knew
that his hands were clenching, and
his own muscles punched and made
ready to resist any kind Of attack.
But Simon didn't strike. He laughed
instead-a simple deep note of utter
and depthless scorn. Then he drew
back and let Bruce pass on up the
road.
Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1922-09-22
CHAPTER v

The dawn revealed narrow roa6
along the bank Of Deer creeks
brown little wanderer which, winding
here and there. did not seem to know
exactly where 1t wished to go. Bruce
didn't know which direction to take
whether up or down the creek.
He gave the problem a moments
thought. Take the road up the
Divide" Barney Wegan had said; and
at once Bruce knew that the course
lay up the creek, rather than down
A divide means simply the high places
between one watershed and another,
and of course Trails End lay some
where beyond the source Of the stream.
The creek itself was apparently a
sub-tributary of the Rogue, the great
river to the south.
Bruce was In mood to be delighted,
these early morning hours. He was on
the way to Linda; dream was ABOUT
TO come true. The whole adventure
was of the most thrilling and JOY
GUS authorizations. He did not feel
the load of his heavy suitcase. IL
was nothing to his magnificent young
strength.
The sun rose higher. and be began
IN feel its power The sweat came
out on his bronze face. but he never
felt better in his life. There was put
one great need, and that was break
fast.
A man OF his physique feels hunger
oulclxly. The sensation increased In
intensity, and the suitcase grew cor
respondlngly heavy And al at once
he stopped short 10 the road Inc
imnulse along his nerves 10 his leg
muscles was checked, Ike an cleo
trio current at the closing OF a SWITCH
and an instinct OF unknown orikin
struggled for expression "ithin Dim
In an instant he had Il, lie didp {
know whence q came. u was n9tp'
Ing he had read or that any one nap
told linn. II seemed 10 be rasAef iNF
result Of some experience in ms V"p
immediate NE an occurrence "i ~
lono aao that De had forgotten M i'e
..Idaniy knew where he could hNl
M breakfast He 90 DIS suitcase
dorn and pith flle ronhdenre OF
man MO heors the dinner cav ~ ~.
oon home Pa firleh oH N'' 49,
f0icksls beside iNe ~eeh n'u'
.iine md ually m'4 Nl' N.''r''
ii nothing lni memory 'ed Nl7 Steps
frlf ....... mai alnn
Wondering pa lF s' s..,
MA NM pN t0la faa.'f ''.
ma hf wa 0''''t
'sal m mnfHH grown n '.
.,...l h0.0 fI0.H' H" ''Y
Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1922-09-22

now had began to grow in the east.
1t wldened. The light grew. The
night wind played one more little
game between the tree trunks and
slipped away to the Home of Winds
that lies somewhere above the noun
tains. The little night sounds were
slowly stilled
Bruce closed his eyes, not knowing
why. His blood was leaping in his
veins. An unfamiliar excitement, al
most an exultatIon, had come upon
him. He lowered his head nearly to
his hands that rested in his lap, then
waited a full five minutes more.
Then he opened his eyes. The
light had grown around him. His
hands were quite plain. Slowly, as
a man raises his eyes to a miracle,
he lifted his face
The forest was no longer obscured
in darkness. Tho great trees had
emerged, and only the dusk as of
twilight was left between. He saw
them plainly,-their symmetrical
forms, their declining limbs, their tall
tops piercing the sky. He saw them
Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1922-09-22

the she-bear knew how to penetrate
But it was enough for Bruce just
to stand at its edges. The bushes
were bent down with a load of de-
liclous berries.
He wasn't In the least surprised. He
had known that he would find them.
Always, at this season of the year, the
woods were xich with them one only
had to slip quickly through the back
door-while the mothers eye was else
where-to find enough of them not
only to pack the stomach full but to
stain and discolor most of the face.
But 1t seemed to him that he reached
them easier than he expected. Either
the bushes were not so tall as he re-
membered them, or-since his first
knowledge Of them-his own stature
had increased.
When he had eaten the last berry
he could possibly hold, he went to
the creek to drink He lay down be-
side a still pool, and the water was
cold to his lips. Then he rose at the
sound of an approaching motor car
behind him.
The driver-evldently a cattleman-
stopped his car and looked at Bruce
with some curiosity. He marked the
perfectly fitting suit of dark flannel,
the trim. expensive shoes that were
already dust-stained, the silken shirt
on which a juicy berry had been
crushed eHowdy" the man said after
the western fashion.
"How do you do" Bruce replied.
How far to Martins store?"
The man filed his pipe with great
care before he answered. Jump in
the car" he replied at last, "and I'll
show you. I'm going up that way my
self"
Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1922-09-22
CHAPTER iII-Continued.

sand why have you been so long
Nh telling me?'
When Dawes chief asked questions
<in this tone, answers always came
quickly. They rolled so fast from the
mouth that they blurred and ran to-
1gether "Why, Simon-you amt been
where I could see you. Anyway, there
WAS nothin' we could have DONE
There wasn't, Ell? l don't suppose
kou ever thought that there's yet two
Emonths before we can clinch this
thing for good, and young Folger
might say might-have kicking
about somewhere in his belongings
bhe very document we've all of us
gen worrying about for twenty
5ars." Simon cursed-a single, fiery
bath. "But we are yelling before
ke're hurt. 1t isn't worth a crossword.
like as not. this Wegan will never
@ake the trouble to hunt him up. And
81 he does-well, It's nothing to worry
about, either. There is one back door
THAT has been opened many times to
pet his people go through, and it may
easily be opened again"
Dawes eyes filed with admiration.
Frhen he turned and gazed out through
fhe window. Against the eastern sky,
blready wan and pale from the en-
Preaching dawn, the long ridge Of a
mountain stood in vivid and startling
Silhouette. The edge Of 1t was curl
pusly jagged with many little upright
points.
There was only one person who
Eould have been greatly amazed by
That outline of the ridge; and the
Iears and distance had Obscured her
long ago. This was teacher at an or
bhanage in a distant city, who once
bad taken a crude drawing from the
bands of child Here was the original
@t last. 1t was the same ridge,
covered with pines, that little Bruce
had drawn
Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1922-09-22
CHAPTER vi

Martins WIS a typical little noun
tain store, containing a small sample
of almost everything under the sun,
and built at the forks in the road.
Bruce entered slowly, and the little
group of loungeHs gazed at him with
frank curiosity.
Only one OF them was of a type
sufficiently distinguished so that
Bruces own curiosity was aroused.
This was huge, dark man who stood
alone almost at the rear of the build
ing-a veritable giant with savage,
bloodhound lips and deep-sunken eyes.
There was a qualify in his posture
that attracted Bruces attention at
once. No one could look at him and
doubt that he was a power in these
mountain realms.
He was dressed much as the other
mountain men who had assembled in
the store. He wore flannel shirt over
his gorilla chest. and corduroy rou-
sers stuffed into high, many-seamed
riding boots.
The dark eyes were full upon
Bruce's face. He felt them-just as
If they had the power Of actual physic-
al impact-the instant that he was
inside the door Nor was 1t the
ordinary look of careless speculation
or friendly interest 1t was such that
no man, to whom self-respect Is dear,
could possibly disregard. 1t spoke
clearly as words.
Bruce flushed, and his blood made
curious little leap. He slowly
turned. His gaze moved until 1t rested
full upon the mans eyes. 1t took all
Of Bruce's strength to hold that gaze.
The moment was charged with mys-
ferrous suspense.
The strangers face changed too. He
did not flush, however. His lips curled
ever so slightly, revealing an instant's
glimpse of strong, rather well-kept
teeth. His eyes were narrowing too;
and they seemed to come to life with
singular sparkles and glowings be-
between the lids.
"Well?" he suddenly demanded.
Every man in the room-except one
started. The one exception was
Bruce himself. He was holding hard
on his nerve control, and he only con-
tinued to stare coldly.
"Are you the merchant" Bruce
asked.
mo. I amt" the other replied. you
usually look for the merchant behind
the counter"
There was no smile on the faces Of
the waiting mountain men, usually TO
be expected when one OF their mum
Der achieves repartee on tenderfoot.
Nevertheless, the tension was broken.
Bruce turned 10 the merchant.
II would like 10 have you tell me"
he said quite clearly. "the way 10
Mrs. Ross cabin"
The merchant seemed 20 wait long
iiine before replying HIS eyes stole
10 the giants face. found the lips
curled 10 smile; then he flushed .
Fake the leff-hand road" De said .
with d trace 0f defiance IN bis tone
DIf soon becomes q trail, Dut keep
right on going up a. AZ fhe fork I'D
me frol you'n hDd her cabin
elfoW far is A. plensef'
Two hours walk sou Gao make
q easy by -four O'clock"
nIhank youf ilis eyes glanced ofer
ihe stock 0f goods and he selected
lew odllies 10 give hlW hfeugh fof
lhe pnl I'm lpaYe Nl s1lieaso haro /
~ mNYn h0 foli 'Ani Nli' NHil fof I
n lAlnr lle Wfnoa io fo
NNali iNli 3 minute y fplD0 sn0'e
hshud hlW ~ 500 commanding I
.mn mp|llng no fApHeiAiillF "A
lhMlf0e0 Nlan hau lplnnd 'a4W
taAn o lHll ~ g0a, .hf mafofHm
'lQHNHl
Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1922-09-22

within him. The great calm that IS,
after all. the all-pervadius quality OF
the big pines came over him. Bruce
was rather tremulous and exultant as
he crept softly up the trail.
1t was the last lap of his journey.
Linda And 1t seemed quite fitting
that she would be waiting there.
where the trail began, in the widest
heart of the pine woods. He was
quite himself once more-carefree.
delighting in all the little manifesto
lions Of the wild life that began to
stir about him.
His delight grew upon him. II was
a dream coming true Always, It
seemed to him, he had carried in his
mind picture Of this very land.
sort of dream place that was a real
ity at last He had known just how
1t would be. He had always known
how the pine shadows would fall
across the carpet of needles. The
trees themselves were the same grave
companions that he had expected, but
his delight was all the more because
OF his expectations.
As the trail climbed higher, the
sense Of wilderness became more
pronounced. Even the trees seemed
larger and more majestic. and the
glimpses of the wild people were
more frequent The birds stopped
their rattle-brained conversation and
stared at him with frank curiosity.
The grouse let him get closer before
they took TO cover.
The hours passed. The trail grew
DINNER. Now il was Just a brown
serpent in the pine needles, colling
this way and that-but he loved every
foot Of IT, II dipped down TO a little
stream, Of which the blasting sun OF
summer had made only a succession
OF shallow pools. Yet the water was
cold 10 his lips. And he knew that
little brook trout-waiting until the
fall rains should make a torrent Of
their tiny stream and thus deliver
tbem-were gazing at him while he
drank.
BY a queer pounding OF his blood
Bruce knew that he was 10 the high
attitudes. He had already come six
miles from the cabin The hour was
about six-thirfyi 10 two hours more
il would b. 700 dark 10 make his way
at ali
Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1922-09-22
CHAPTER Nv

IN The train came to sliding halt
IN Deer Creek, paused an ininiteslmal
#raction of a second, and roared on in
his ceaseless journey. That inf1nitesi-
E3nal fraction was long enough for
RBruce, poised on the bottom step Of a
sleeping car, to swing down on to the
Egravel right-of-way His bag, hurled
by sleepy porter, followed him.
a Duncan's next impression was one
}pf infinite solitude. He hadn't read
Any guidebooks about Deer Creek, and
Pc had expected some sort of town.
But here was one little wooden struc
lure with only three sIdes,-the open
ng facing the track. 1t was evidently
The waiting room used by the noun
Tain men as they waited for their
ocal trains.
There were no porters to carry his
bag. There were no shouting officials.
bis only companions were the stars
ind the moon and, farther up the
4lope, certain tall trees that tapered
70 Incredible points almost In the re-
zion where the stars began.
The whole scene, for causes deeper
ahan any words may ever seek and re
zeal, moved him past any experience
his life. 1t was wholly new.
he turned about until the wind was
N his face. 1t was full of fragrances,-
fftrange indescribable smells that
seemed to call up q forgotten world.
hey carried a message to him, but as
Yet he hadn't made out Its meaning.
qie only knew it was something mys-
Fenous and profound great truths
mat flickered, like dim lights, In his
consciousness, but whose outline he
ouid not quite discern.
ferhaps there We're sounds. but they
uly seemed part Of the silence. The
sihtest rustic In the world reached
im from the forests above OF many
'ue winds playing a running game
e'ween the trunks, and the stir OF
ne Little People, moving IN their mid
49, occupations. Each OF these
81 ouhqs had IFS message for Bruce
81 'ey All seemed 20 be trying 10 tell
'N something, 10 make clear some
'eei ruth that was dawning ip his
onsclousness.
ne was not Ia the least afraid. tie
n" az peace as never before ife
Sesa mp Dis bag, and with steallns
4 IN anproached me long slope be'
A' lhe moon showed him p failep
A nNa he found q comfortable sea-
Ne ground beside n hla pnrh
-ra' lle bark Ihen he walled iof
'nNn ll come oui
N N'Rln hnuls pnssoa lhp sense
pence seoWed NJ leepen 0n ihe mani
w fr'nN0i hia bfpNn face WAfo
f" Nlinl lhe slnla began iQ
NN4 1'nN hafh NiNrr pi1 iNa
M ihf .hf lno l1Wi nNl
" iN' m1nn sfsm0l lfH ni1
Am a ialn llhN1n ~ ''H'i
Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1922-09-22
The Strength Of the Pines
By EDISON MARSHALL ~quthor o Pack"

"Pll walk with you a way and show
you the road" Simon continued. The
room seemed deathly quiet as the two
men went out together.
They walked side by side until a
turn Of the road took them out of eye
range of the store This is the road"
Simon said. "All you have to do is
follow it. Cabins are not so many
that you could mistake 1t. But the
main thing is-whether or not you
want to 60"
Bruce had no misunderstanding
about the mans meaning. 1t was sim
ply threat nothing more nor less.
'I've come a long way to go to that
cabin" he replied. 'Im not likely to
turn off now"
There's nothing worth seeing when
you get there. Just an old hag-a
wrinkled old dame that looks like a
witch"
Bruce felt a deep and little under
stood resentment at the words. Yet
since he had as yet established no
relations with the woman, he had no
grounds for silencing the man. "Tll
have to decide that" he replied. 'Im
going to see some one else, too"
"Some one named-Lindaw
'Yes. You seem quite interested"
They were standing face to face in
the trail. For once Bruce was glad of
his unusual height He did not have
to raise his eyes greatly to look
squarely into Simon's. Both faces
were flushed, both set; and the eyes
of the older man frightened slowly.
II am interested" Simon replied.
you're a tenderfoot. You're fresh
from cities. You're going up there to
learn things that won't be any pleas
ure to you. You're going into the
real mountains-a mans land such as
never was place for tenderfeet- A
good many things can happen up
there. A good many things have hap
pened up there. I warn yOu-go
back -
Bruce smiled, just the faint flicker
of a smile, but Simon's eyes narrowed
when he saw It. The dark face lost
little Of its insolence. He knew men,
this huge son of the wilderness, and
he knew that no coward could smile In
such a moment as this. He was &C
customed to implicit obedience and
was not used to seeing men smile
when he uttered a threat I've come
too far to go back" Bruce told him.
Nothing can turn me-
'.Men have been turned before. on
trails like this" Simon told him.
Don't misunderstood me. advised
you to go back before, and I usually
don't take time or trouble to advise
any one. Now tell you to go back.
This is a mans land, and we don't
want any tenderfeet here"
The trail is OPEN" Bruce returned.
1t was not his usual manner to speak
In quite this way. He seemed at once
to have fallen into the vernacular Of
the wilderness of which symbolic ref
erence has such a part. Strange as
the scene was to him. 1t was In some
way familiar too. 1t was as II this
meeting had been ordained long ago;
that 1t was part of an inexorable des-
tiny that the two should be talking to-
gether, face to face, on this winding
mountain road Memories-all vague,
all unrecognIzed-thron through
him.
Many times, during the past years,
he had Weakened from curious dreams
that in the light of day he had tried
in vain TO interpret He was never
Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1922-09-22
CHAPTER VIII

In almost a moment. Duncan was
out of the thickets and into the big
timber. As far as he could see there
was nothing but the great pines climb
ing up the long slope Of the ridge. They
stood straight and aloof, and they were
very old.
He fell into their spirit at once. The
misunderstood emotions that had
flooded him in the cabin below died
Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1922-09-22
"AT LAsT!"

SYNOPSIS AT the death Of his
foster father, Bruce Duncan, in an
eastern city, receives a mysterious
message, sent By Mrs. Ross. sum-
moning him peremptorily to south
ern Oregon-to meet Linda"
Bruce has vivid but battling recol-
lections of his childhood in an or
phanage, before his adoption by
Newton Duncan, with the girl Lin
d. At his destination, Trails End,
the fact leaks out that "Old Elmira
has got word down to the settle
ments at last" The giant leader
of clan of mountaineers prepares
to deal with Bruce upon his arrival.
Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1922-09-22

able f0 connect fheIu Hifl any femem'
berfi experience AoN a wac Hs n
onn ~ these dreams were coming nuo.
Tlffe Hns llf snme silono0 nN0W lim
lhe iark f0rfsia beyond iho ilsDs
slleaAing ever There rNs s0No
u.H foe hai uisai nHy insiaW pfef
Nlem hiU
~ eNNs fll Na0ll WN fWHH
s4l " lN|f log An Rp N00l'
NA4l hove Inl Nfali ma u0 IW
going Qp Z hHfWi aNl WHe 'NH ~
4IiH lnul
7A0i lp e~ sples ~ 'a'g eol
Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1922-09-22

"Buoyaboo7 she said, recall
Ing the name BY 1h'ch she ealfd
him IN her bsbyhoooP yer'fe
come 20 Linda"
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The Night Hours Passed. The Sense
Of Peace Seemed to Deepen on the
Man.
as they were,-those ancient, eternal
symbols and watchmen of the wilder
ness. And he knew them at last. ac-
quaintances long forgotten but re-
membered now.
1.-The pines !" he cried. He leaped
to his feet with flashing eyes Il
have come back to the pines!'