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New Britain herald., 1922-04-03
QUIGLEY CoNFERs
Republican Nominee for Mayor Meets Chairman of Town Committee This Afternoon to Discuss Campaign.

publican town committee will confer this afternoon with George A. Quig- ley, republican nominee for mayor, relative to plans for the pre-election campaign.
 MT. Erwin expressed himself this afternoon as certain that ex-Mayor George A. Quigley would be reelected on April II. The committee, he stated, would exert every effort to send the candidate into office.
 Pending the outcome of this after noon's meeting Mir. Qugley has made no plans for rallies to be held this week or next
New Britain herald., 1922-04-03
PLEAD NOT GUILTY.

New York, April S.-Six directors of the American cotton exchange in- dicted last week for alleged bucket ing practices today pleaded not guilty. They were: George w. Pratt, secre- tary-treasurer of the exchange; Ran dolph Rose, vice-president, Angelo T. Jennings. Raymond Palmer Edward Patton and Martin Goulko.
 The exchange itself although in dicted as a corporation did not plead. Counsel indicated that a written plea would be entered later.
New Britain herald., 1922-04-03
RECEIVER NAMED

William s. Hyde was named per manent receiver for the Carbo Brick company in superior court this morn ing. Lawyer R. NJ. Holden represent cd the company; eX-Gov. Marcus Hol- comb appeared for the Hotchkiss Brick company and klett X Alling represented the town of Berlin, on a bill of back taxes.
New Britain herald., 1922-04-03
ENGAGEMENT ANNOUNCED

Announcement is made Of the en- gagement of Miss Margaret Mary Campbell, daughter of Mir. and Mrs Joseph Campbell of 129 Cleveland street, to Clarence A. Hofher of Mid dletown. There has been no date set for the wedding.
New Britain herald., 1922-04-03
John Yevchuk

John 4evchuk, aged 4 years, for merly of this city, died yesterday a the Grace hospital at New Haven after brief illness. He was born il Austro- Hungary, and came to thi country when very young. While { resident in this city, he lived at II; Hartford avenue. Surviving him art his wife, two daughters, Misses Anna and Mary Yevchuk, and a son Johr Yevchuk. He also leaves a brother who resides in this city. The funera will be held at o'clock tomorrow morning at the Holy Trinity Greel Catholic church. The interment vii be in the Holy Trinity cemetery.
New Britain herald., 1922-04-03
JAPAN TO QUIT SIBERIA

Tokio, April 8. - (By Associated Press) evacuation of Si- beria has been decided by tho Japan csc cabinet, according to the Tokio newspapers today.
New Britain herald., 1922-04-03
CARD OF THANKS

MT. Israel Adelman and family eX- tend to their friends their sincere thanks for the help rendered them during their recent b, eavement.
New Britain herald., 1922-04-03

Herald Classified Ads are appre- ciated by more and more as the weeks AnsA by.
New Britain herald., 1922-04-03
DEATHS AND FUNERALS
Mrs. Mary Slyne

The funeral of Mrs. Mary Slyne was held at 9 o'clock this morning at St. Mary's church. Rev. Walter Me Cram was the celebrant of a requiem high mass The pail bearers were: Joseph McNamara, Joseph Hannon, Michael German, Patrick Glynn, Jo- seph Brennecke and Simon German The burial was in St. Mary's new cem- etery.
New Britain herald., 1922-04-03
Anna Peplau

Anna, the two months old daughter of Mrs. and Mrs. Rudolph Peplau of 563 Burritt street, died yesterday morning. The funeral was held to- day, and the burial was in Fairview cemetery.
New Britain herald., 1922-04-03
(Putnan & Co.,

NEW YORK CLEARING HOUSE REPORT Exchanges ............ 555. 500. GOO
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Newark leader. ([Newark, Ohio]) 1917-1946, 1922-09-15

me. l tried to grub it out of the hills
But 1 came to it at last. But, Bruce
there were many things l didn't come
to. Since I learned the truth, have
never given one of them a smile ex-
cept in scern, not a word that wasn't
a word of hate.
"You are city man, Bruce. You
don't know what hate means. 1t
doesn't live in the cities. But it lives
up here. Believe me, if you ever be-
lieved anything-that it lives up here
The most bitter and the blacklist hate
from birth until DEATH 1t burns
out the heart, Bruce But l don't
know that I can make you under
stand"
She paused, and Bruce looked away
into the pine forest. He believed the
girl He knew that this grim land
was the home of direct and primitive
emotions Such things as mercy and
remorse were out of place in the
game trails where the wolf pack
hunted the deer.
Wueu Iucy hucW llOW L lldlcu
them," she went on, "they began to
watch me- And once they knew that
1 had fully understood the situation,
l was no longer allowed to leave this
little valley. There are only two
trails, Bruce. One goes to Elmira's
cabin on the way to the store. The
other encircles the mountain. With
all their numbers, it was easy to keep
watch of those trails. And they told
me what they would do if they found
me trying to go past"
you don't mean-they threatened
you?"
She threw back her head and
laughed, but the sound had no JOY in
it. Threatened! If you think
threats are common up here, you are
a greener tenderfoot than ever / took
you for Bruce, the law up here is
the law of force. The strongest wins
The weakest dies. Wait till you see
Simon. You'll understand then-and
you'll shake in your Shoes"
The words grated upon him, yet he
didn't resent them 1--WE seen ST.
mon," he told her.
She glanced toward him quickly,
and it was entirely plain that the
quiet tone in his voice had surprised
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1t would be too dark to make his way
at all.
He examined the mud about the
spring, and there was plenty of evil
dence that the forest creatures had
passed that way. Here was a little
triangle where a buck had stepped
and further away he found two pairs
of deer tracks-evidentl those of a
doe with fawn. A wolf had stopped
to cool his heated tongue in the wa
ters, possibly in the middle of some
terrible hunt in the twilight hours.
Then he found a huge abrasion in
the mud that puzzled him still more.
At the first he couldn't believe that
1t was a track. The reason was sim
ply that the size of the thing was in
credible-as if some one had laid a
flour sack in the mud and taken it up
again. He did not think of any Of
the modern-day forest creatures as
being of such proportions 1t was
very stale and had been almost oblit-
Grated by many days of sun. Perhaps
he had been mistaken in thinking it
an imprint Of a living creature. He
went to his knees to examine it.
Newark leader. ([Newark, Ohio]) 1917-1946, 1922-09-15

He remembered her as blond
headed little girl with irregular fea-
lures and rather unreasonable al
lowance of LONELINESS. All the way
he had thought of her as a baby sis
ter-not as woman in her flower
For a long second he gazed at her in
speechless amazement.
Her hair was no longer blond
True, it had peculiar red lights when
the freight shOne through it but he
knew by the light of day it would be
deep brown. He remembered her as
an awkward little thing that was
hardly able to keep her feet under
her. This tall girl had the wilderness
grace-which is the grace of a deer
and only blind eyes cannot see it. He
dimly knew that she wore a khaki
colored skirt and simple blouse of
white tied with blue scarf H@
arms were bare in the fires CLEAN.
And there was a dark beauty about
her face that simply could not be
denied
She came toward him, and her
hands were open before her. And her
lips trembled Bruce could see them
in the freight
1t was q strange meeting The fire
light gave it tone of unreality, and
the whole forest world seemed to
pause in its whispered business as If
to watch. 1t was as if they had been
brought face to face by the mandates
of an ineXorable destiny
$50 you've Gomez" the girl said.
The words were spoken unusually
soft, scarcely above a whisper; but
they were inexpressibly vivid to
Bruce. They told first of boundless
relief and joy at his coming. But
more than that, in these deep vibrant
tones was the expression of an un-
quenchable life and spirit. Every
fiber of the body lived in the fullest
sense; he knew this fact the instant
that she spoke
She smiled at him, ever so quietly
"BWOvaboo," she said, recalling the
name by which she called him in her
babyhood, you've come to Linda"
Newark leader. ([Newark, Ohio]) 1917-1946, 1922-09-15

she couldn't write, herself. And the
one time | managed to get written
message down to her, telling her to
give it to the first stranger to mail
one of my enemies got it away from
her. / expected to die that night. /
wasn't going to be alive when the
clan came. The only reason l didn't
was because Simon-the greatest Of
them all and the one hate the most
kept his clan from coming. He had
his own reasons.
From then on she had to depend
on word of mouth. But at last-just
few weeks ag0-she found a man
that knew you. And it is your story
from now on"
They were still little while. Bruce
arose and threw more wood on the
fire.
Its only the beginning" he said
"And you want me to tell you all ?'
she asked hesitantly.
"Of course. Why did | come here?"
"YOu won't believe me when l say
that I'm almost sorry / sent for you"
She spoke almost breathlessly. 81
didn't know that it would be like this.
That you would come with a smile on
your face and a light in your eyes,
looking for happiness. And instead
of happiness-to find all this !'
She stretched out her arms to the
forests Bruce understood her per-
fectly. She did not mean the woods
in the literal sense. She meant the
primal emotions that were their spirit.
'To know the rest, you've got to go
back whole generation Bruce, have
you heard Of the terrible blood-feuds
that the mountain families sometimes
have?'
"Of course Many times"
"These mountains of Trails End
have been the scene of as deadly a
bloodfeud as was ever known in the
West And for once. the wrong was
all on one side.
"a few miles from here there is a
wonderful valley, where a stream
flows. There is not much tillable land
in these mountains, Bruce, but there,
along that little stream, there are al
most five sections-three thousand
acres-of as rich land as was ever
plOwed. That tract of land was ac-
quired long ago by a family named
Ross, and they got it through some
kind of grant. / can't be definite as
to the legal aspects of all this story.
They don't matter anyway-only the
results remain.
"1'hese Ross men were frontiersmen
of the first order. They were virtuous
men too-trusting every one, and oh
what strength they had! With their
own hands they cleared away the for
est and put the land into rich pasture
and hay and grain. They raised great
herds Of cattle and had focks Of sheer
too.
1T was then that dark days began
to come. Another family-headed by
the father of the man | call Simon
migrated here from the mountain dis
Newark leader. ([Newark, Ohio]) 1917-1946, 1922-09-15
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
within him. The great calm that is,
after all. the all-pervading quality of
tho big pines came over him. Bruce
WAS rather tremulous and exultant as
he crept softly up the trail.
X was the last lap Of his journey
AT the end of the trail he would find
Linda And it seemed quite fifth.
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
tiOns Of the wild life that began to
stir about him.
His delight grew upon him. 1t was
a dream coming true. Always, it
seemed to him, he had carried in his
mind a picture of this very land, a
sort Of dream place that was a real
ity at last. He had known just how
ii 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 1t was just a brown
serpent In the pine needles, coiling
this way and that-but he loved every
foot OF 1t. It dipped down to a little
stream, Of which the blasting sun of
summer had made only succession
Of shallow pools Yet the water was
cold to 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
them--were gazing at him while he
DRANK
BY 4 queer pounding of his blood
Bruce Knew that he was In the high
altitudesA He had already come six
miles froR the cabin. The hour was
about six-thirty; in two hours mora
Newark leader. ([Newark, Ohio]) 1917-1946, 1922-09-15

mlratlon Came Into Her Eyes.
her. Perhaps the faintest flicker of
admiration came into her eyes
"He tried to stop you, did he2 OF
course he would. And you came any
way. May heaven bless you for 1t,
Brucel" She leaned toward him, ap-
pealing. "And forgive me what l
said"
Bruce stared at her in amazement.
He could hardly realize that this was
the same voice that had been 80 torn
with passion a moment before. In an
instant all her hardness was gone,
and the tenderness of sweet and
wholesome nature had taken its place
He felt a curious warmth stealing
over him.
"They meant what they said, Bruce.
Believe me, if those men can do no
other thing, they can keep their word
They didn't just threaten death to
me- | could have run the risk of that.
Badly as / wanted to make them pay
before 1 died, l would have gladly
run that risk.
"You are amazed at the free way !
speak of death. The girls you know,
in the city, don't even know the word.
They don't know what it means. They
don't understand the sudden end of
the light-the darkness-the cold
the awful fear that it is It's real
ity here, something to fight against
every hour of every day. There are
just three things to do in the noun
tains-to live and love and hate.
There's no sOftness. There's no mid
die ground" She smiled grimly.
"Tve lived with death, and I've
heard of it, and I've seen it all my
life. If there hadn't been any other
way, I would have seen it in the dra-
mas of the wild creatures that go on
around me all the time. You'll get
down to cases here, Bruce-or else
you'll run away. These men said
they'd do worse things to me than
kill me-and / didn't dare take the
risk.
"But once or twice l was able to
get word to old Elmira-the only ally
/ had left She was of the true breed,
Bruce. You'll call her a hag, but
she's a woman to be reckoned with.
She could hate t0O-worse than a
she-rattlesnake hates the man that
killed her mate-and hating is all
that's kept her alive. You shrink
when / say the word. Maybe you
won't shrink when I'm done.
''This old woman tried to get in
communication with every stranger
that visited the hills. You see. Bruce.
Newark leader. ([Newark, Ohio]) 1917-1946, 1922-09-15
SYNOPSIS

CHAPTER I-At the death Of his foster
father, Bruce Duncan, in an eastern CITY,
receives a mysterious message, sent by a
Mrs Ross, summoning him peremptorlly
to southern Oregon-to meet Linda.
CHAPTER II-Bruce has vivid but baf-
aing recollections of his childhood IN an
orphanage, before his adoption by New
ton Duncan. with the girl Linda.
CHAPTER III.-At his destination,
Trails End, news that message has
been sent to Bruce Is received with
marked displeasure by a man introduced
to the reader as Simon"
CHAPTER IV.-Leaving the train
Bruce is astonished at his apparent fa-
miliarity with the surroundings, though
to his knowledge he has never been there
CHAPTER V.-Obedient to the message,
Bruce makes his way to Martins cross
roads store, for direction as to reaching
Mrs. Ross cabin.
CHAPTER VI.-On the way, Simon"
sternly warns him to give up his quest
and return East. Bruce refuses.
CHAPTER vII.-Mrs. Ross, aged and
inf1rm, welcomes him with emotion. She
hastens him on his way-the end of Pine
Needle Trail"
She grfpped herself, as if trying TO
find renewed strength. go at once"
she said, "tO the end Of the Pine
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 PineNeedle Trail, )"
she rocked again, clutched for one of
his brown hands, and pressed it be-
tween hers.
Then she raised it to her dry lips.
Bruce could not keep her from it. 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 knoWl-
edge unimpea chable that 1t would be
only insolence for him to try further
to resist it, It's meaning went too
deep for him to see; but it filled 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. "At last" he
heard her crying "At last, at last"
Newark leader. ([Newark, Ohio]) 1917-1946, 1922-09-15

tl'1cts of Oklahoma But they were
not so ignorant as many mountain
people, and they were killers Per-
haps that's word you don't know.
Perhaps you didn't know it existed. A
killer is a man that has killed other
men 1t isn't hard thing to do at
all, Bruce, after you are used to 1t.
These people were used to it. And
because they wanted these great lands
my own fathers home-they began
TO kill the RoSses.
"At first they made no war on the
Folgers The FOlgers, you must know,
were good people, too, honest to the
last penny They were connected, by
marriage only to the Ross family.
They were on our side clear through.
At the beginning of the feud the head
of the Folger family was just young
man. newly married. And he had a
son after a while
The newcomers called it feud.
But it wasn't a feud-it was simply
murder Oh yes, we killed some Of
them. Folger and my father and all
his kin united against them, making a
great clan-but they were nothing in
strength compared to the usurpers.
Simon himself was just a boy when
it began But he grew to be the great
est power, the leader OF the enemy
elan before he was twenty-one.
"You must know, Bruce, that my
own father held the land. But he was
so generous that his brothers who
helped him farm it hardly realized
that possession was in his name. And
father was dead shot 1t took a
long time before they could kill him"
The coldness that had come over
her words did not in the least hide her
depth of feeling. She gazed moodily
into the darkness and spoke almost in
monotone.
But Simon-just boy then-and
Dave, his brother, and the others Of
them kept after us like so many
wolves. There was no escape. The
only thing we could do was to fight
back-and that was the way we
learned to hate. man can hate,
Bruce, when he is fght1ng for his
home. He can learn it very well when
he sees his brother fall dead, or his
father-or a stray bullet hit his wife.
A woman can learn it, too, as old Eli
mira did, when she finds her sons
body in the dead leaves. There was
no law here to stop it, The little SEM
blance of law that was in the valleys
below regarded 1t as d blOod-feud, and
didn't bother itself about it. Besides
at first we were too proud to call for
help. And after our numbers were
few, the trails were watched-and
those who tried to go down into the
valleys-never got there.
Continued Next Week
One special duty we owe ourselves
is. to see that the union liable is On
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But in one instant he knew that he
had not been mistaken. 1t was q
track not greatly different from that
of an enormous human foot; and the
separate toes were entirely distinct.
1t was bear track, of course, but
one of such size that the general run
of little black bears that inhabited
the hills could almost use it for a den
of Information
He got up and went on-farther
toward Trails End He walked more
swiftly now, for he hoped to reach
the end of Pine-Needle Trail before
nightfall, but he had no intention of
halting in case night came upon him
before he reached it. He had waited
too long already to find Linda.
Another hour ended the days sun
light. The shadows fell quickly, but
1t was long time yet until darkness.
He yet might make the trail-end. He
gave no thought to fatigue. In the
first place, he had stood up remark
ably well under the days tramp for
no other reason than that he had al
ways made point Of keeping in the
best of physical condition. Besides,
mere physical strength to sustain
him now. 1t was the realization of
the nearing end of the trail-a knowl-
edge of tremendous revelations that
would come to him In a few hours
more.
Already great truths were taking
shape in his brain; he only needed
single sentence of explanation to con-
meet them all together He began
to feel a growing excitement and i'm
patience
1t was quite dark now and he
could barely see the trHil Eo~ rh4
1rst time he began to despair, feeling
that another night of overpOwering
impatience must be spent before he
could reach Trails End. The stars
began to push through the darkening
Sky. Then, fainter than the CLEAN Of
a FREELY, he saw the faint light of
far distant camp fire.
His heart bounded. He knew what
was there. 1t was the end Of the
trail at last. And it guided him the
rest Of the way. When he reached
the top of little rise in the trail, the
whole scene was laid out in mystery
below him.
The fire had been built at the door
Of a mountain house-a log structure
of perhaps four rooms The freight
played In its open doorway. Some
thing beside 1t caught his attention,
and instinctively he followed it with
his eyes until it ended in an incred-
ible region of the stars. 1t was a
great pine tree, the largest he had
ever seen-seemingly a great sentinel
over all the land.
But the sudden awe that came over
him at the sight of 1t was cut short
by the sight of a girls figure in the
freight. He had an instant's sense
that he had come to the wilderness
heart at last, that this tall tree was
it's symbol, that If he could under
stand the eternal watch that it kept
over this mountain world, he would
have an understanding Of all things
but all these thoughts were submerged
in the realization that he had come
back to Linda at last.
He had known how the mountains
would seem. All that he had beheld
today was just the recurrence Of
things beheld long ago. Nothing had
seemed different from what he had
expected; rather he had a sense that
a lost world had been returned to him,
and 1t was almost as if he had never
been away. But the girl In the fire.
light did not answer In the least de-
gree the picture he had carried Of
Linda.
Newark leader. ([Newark, Ohio]) 1917-1946, 1922-09-15
Continued Next Week

One special duty we owe ourselves
is, to see that the union liable is On
everything we buy with our wages,
earned under a union wage scale.
Newark leader. ([Newark, Ohio]) 1917-1946, 1922-09-15

CHAPTER I.-At the death Of his foster
father, Bruce Duncan, in an eastern city,
receives a mysterious message sent by a
Mrs. Ross, summoning him peremptorily
to southern Oregon-to meet Linda"