The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1922-05-26

are nay brothers. Why should l gel
wrinkles because Germany sunk the
I.usitania month or two ago? That's
her business, not mine"
Clay leaned forward on a search fol-
information. Excuse me for buttin
In, and me stranger. But Isn't It yore
business when she murders American
! women and children?"
The pasty-faced man looked at him
with thlnly disguised contempt. "You
wouldn't understand II l explained"
"Mebbeso wouldn't. but you take
a whIrl at 1t and I'll listen high. wide.
and handsome
The man In velveteens unexpectedly
found himself doing as he was told.
There was suggestion of compulsion
about the gray-blue eyes fastened on
his, something In the clamp Of the
strong Jaw that brought him up for
moment against stark reality.
"The intelllgentsa OF country
know that there can be no freedom
until there Is no law. Every mans
duty Is to disregard duty. So. by far
Ing far on the wings of desire, he helps
break down the slavery that binds us.
Obey the CosmIc Urge of your soul re-
gardless of where It leads you, young
man."
1t was unfortunate for the poet of
Bohemia that at this precise moment
Kitty Mason, dressed in sandals and
lllac-patterned smock, stood before
him with tray of cigarettes asking
for his trade. The naive appeal in her
soft eyes had its weight with the poet
What is the use of living in Bohemia
If one cannot be free to follow i'm
pulse? He slipped an arm about the
girl and kissed the crimson lirs up
turned to him.
Kitty started back with a little cry
of distress.
The freedom taken by the near-poet
was instantly avenged.
A Cosmic Urge beat In the veins of
the savage from Arizona. He took the
poets advice and followed his Law
less Impulse where 1t led. Across the |
table a long arm reached. Sinewy |
fingers closed upon the flowing neck
wear of the fat-faced orator and |
dragged him forward. leaving over
turned glasses in the wake of his
course.
The man In velveteens met the eyes
Of the energetic manhander and
quailed. This brown-faced barbarian
looked very much like business.
Don't you touch me Don't you
dare touch me !" the apostle of anarchy
shrilled as the table crashed down
I'll turn you over to the police!"
Clay jerked him to his feet. HID
pressed cruelty into the ssft
throat Of the Villager. "Git down or
Tore ham bones anu beg the ladys aAr
Ion. Tell her you're yellow pup, but
you don't reckon you'll ever pull
)one like that again."
The companions of the poet Ttned
forward to protest at the manhandling
If their leader. Those In the rear
ammed the front ones close to Clay
md his captive. The cow puncher
;ently but strongly pushed them back.
Don't get on the prod" he advised
u his genial drawl. ''The poet he's got
IN important engagement right aow."
A kind of scuffle developed. Tine pro-
'rietor Increased 1t by his hysterical
forts to prevent any trouble. Men
omed themselves to the noisy group
which Clay was the smiling center.
he excitement increased. Distant
orners of the room became the refuge
the women. Some one struck at the
ow puncher over the heads of those |
bout him. The mass OF closely packed {
uman beings showed convulsive ac-
witty. 1t became suddenly the most
opular indoor sport at the Sea Siren
, Stay this barbarian from the desert
no had interfered with the amuse-
ents Of Bohemia.
But Clay took lot of Staying In
lie rough and-tumble life of the out
,or West he had learned how to look
1t for his own hand. The copper
ilr Of his strong lean head rose above
e tangle of the melee like the bro
Idle Helmet of Navarro. A reckless
int of mirth bubbled In his dare
VII eyes. The very number of the
ponents who Interfered with each
her trying to get at him was a guar
tee Of safety. The blows showered :
him lacked steam and were badly
ned as to distance. \
The pack rolled across the room I
ped over table, and deluged an
list and his affinity with hot choco- I
e before they could escape from the
Chairs went over like
leplns. Stands collapsed. Men grunt
and shouted advice. Girls screamed. 10
e Sea Siren was being wrecked by
clone from the bad lands.
Arms threshed wildly to andfro. The
al point of their destination was the
nre at the center of the disturbance.
ST Of the blows found other marks r,
ur or five men could have demol-
ed Clay. Fifteen or twenty found II
tough job because they interfered II
h each other at every turn. They he
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