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The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1922-01-20
OFFICIAL WILL GO
TO CAPITOL SUNDAY
Many Local Men VIII Attend United
States Court Which Con-
venes Monday.

United States officials will leave the
city Sunday morning for Tallahassee in
order to be there when the United States
court convenes on Monday morning with
Judge William B. Sheppard presiding.
Among those who expect to attend court
in the capital city besides the judge are
Clerk Fred w Marsh, United States
Marshal Peter Miller, Deputy Cuyler
Mcmillan. District Attorney Fred c. Cub
berly. Assistant District Attorney Earl
Hoffman, and others.
The district attorney said yesterday
that there were no cases which he knew
of at present of particular importance
scheduled to come up at this term. This
of course will be determined to a large
extent upon the Investigations made by
the federal grand jury which also CON-
venes in Tallahassee Monday.
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1922-01-20

666 is a prescription for Colds,
Fever and LaGrippe. It's the
most speedy remedy we know.
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1922-01-20

Cigars are becoming increasingly
popular among women workers.
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1922-01-20

From 10th Ave. on the East, Gonzalez
St. on the North, and "A' St. on the
West, to the City Limits. Rates are
as follows:
75c for | or Passengers
Csc for Each Additional Passenger
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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 a hand
full of leaves off a nearby shrub. 1t
seemed to Bruce that they crushed
like fruit and stained the dark skin.
''Tve already decided. I'm going
on"
Once more they stood, eyes meeting
eyes on the trail, and Simon'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.
The Snowflake herald., 1922-10-13
CHAPTER v

The dawn revealed a narrow road
along the bank of Deer creek-a
brown little wanderer which, winding
here and there, did not seem to know
exactly where it 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
subtributary of the Rogue, the great
river to the south.
Bruce was in a mood to be delighted,
the way to Linda; dream was about
to come true. The whole adventure
was of the most thrilling and JOY
Gus anticipations. He did not feel
the load of his heavy suitcase. 1t
was nothing to his magnificent young
strength.
The sun rose higher, and be began
to feel it's power. The sweat came
out ON his bronze face, but he never
felt better In his life. There was but
one great need, and that was break
fast.
A man Of his physique feels hunger
quickly. The sensation increased in
intensity, and the suitcase grew cor
respondingly heavy. And all at once
he stopped short in the road. The
impulse along his nerves to his leg
muscles was checked, like an cleo
trio current at the closing of switch,
and an instinct of unknown origin
struggled for expression within him.
In an instant he had 1t. He didn't
The Snowflake herald., 1922-10-13

the she-bear knew how to. penetrate.
But il was enough for Bruce just
to stand at its edges. The bushes
were bent down with a load of de-
licious 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 rich with them; one only
bad to slip quickly through the back
door-while the mothers eye was else
wherc-to find enough of them not
only to pack the stomach full but to
stain and discoloy most of the face.
But it seemed to nim 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-evidently 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 juicy berry had been
crushed. "HOWdy." the man said after
the western fashion.
"How do you do" Bruce replied.
"How far TO Martins store?
The man filled 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"
The Snowflake herald., 1922-10-13
CHAPTER III-Continued.


Sand why have you been so long
In telling me2"
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-
gether. "Why, Simon--you amt been
where could see you. Anyway, there
was nothin' we could have DONE"
"There wasn't, eh? / don't suppose
you ever thought that there's yet two
months before we can cliEch this
thing for good, and young Folger
might say might-have kicking
about somewhere in his belongings
been worrying about for twenty
years" Simon cursed-a single, fiery
OATH "But we are yelling before
we're hurt. 1t isn't worth cussword.
Like as not, this Wegan will never
take the trouble to hunt him up. And
If he dOes-welI, it's nothing to worry
about. either. There is one back door
that has been opened many times to
let his people go through, and it may
easily be opened again."
Dawes eyes filled with admiration.
Then he turned and gazed out through
the window. Against the eastern sky,
already wan and pale from the en-
croaching dawn, the long ridge of a
mountain stood in vivid and startling
silhouette. The edge of 1t was curl
ously jagged with many little upright
points.
There was only one person who
would have been greatly amazed by
that outline of the ridge; and the
years and distance had obscured her
long ago. This was a teacher at an or
phanage In a distant city, who once
had taken a crude drawing from the
hands of a child. Here was the original
at last. 1t was the same ridge,
covered with pines, that little Bruce
had drawn.
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now, had began to grow in the east.
1t widened 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 miracle,
he lifted his face.
The forest was no longer Obscured
in darkness. The, 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
The Snowflake herald., 1922-10-13
CHAPTER w

The train came to a sliding halt
at Deer Creek, paused an inf1nitesimal
fraction of a second. and roared on in
Its ceaseIess journey. That infinitesi-
NAL fraction was long enough for
Bruce. poised on the bottom step of a
sleeping car, to swing down on to the
gravel right-of-way. His bag, hurled
by sleepy porter, followed him.
DunCan's next impression was one
of infinite solitude. He hadn't read
any guidebooks about Deer Creek, and
he had expected some sort of. town.
But here was one little wooden struc-
ture with only three sides,-the open
ing facing the track 1t was evidently
the waiting room used by the noun
tain men as they waited for their
local trains.
There were no pOrters TO carry his
bag. There were no shouting officials.
His only companions were the stars
and the moon and, farther up the
slope, certain tall trees that tapered
to incredible points almost in the re-
gion where the stars began.
The whole scene. for causes deeper
than any words may ever seek and re-
veal, moved him past any experience
In his life. 1t was wholly new.
He turned about until the wind was
I'm his face. 1t was full of fragrances,-
strange, indescribable smells that
seemed TO call up a forgotten world.
They carried message to him, but as
yet he hadn't made out its meaning.
He only knew it was something mys-
terious and profound: great truths
that flckered like dim lights. in his
consciousness, but whose outline he
could not quite discern.
Perhaps there were sounds, but they
only seemed part of the silence. The
faintest rustic In the world reached
him from the forests above of many
little winds playing a running game
between the trunks, and the stir of
the Little People, moving In their mid
night occupations. Each of these
sounds had its message for Bruce
The Snowflake herald., 1922-10-13
CHAPTER vi

Martins was 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 loungers gazed at him with
frank curiosity.
Only one Of them was of a type
sufficiently distinguished so that
Bruce's 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 quality in his posture
that attracted Bruce's attention at
once. No one could look at him and
doubt that he was power in these
mountain realms.
He was dressed much rs the other
mountain men who had assembled in
the store. He wore a flannel shirt over
his gorilla chest, and corduroy trou-
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 it the
| ordinary look of careless speculation
or friendly interest. It 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 it rested
| full upon the mans eyes. 1t took all
of Bruce's strength to hold that gaze.
| The moment was charged with mys-
terious 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 coldy.
"Are you the merchant" Bruce
asked.
mo, 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 num-
Der achieves repartee on a tenderfoot.
Nevertheless. the tension was broken.
Bruce turned to the merchant.
81 would like to have you tell me-"
he said quite clearly, "the way to
Mrs. Ross cabin"
The merchant seemed to wait long
time before replying. His eyes stole
to the giants face, found the lips
,urled in smile; then he flushed.
Take the left-hand road" he said
With trace of defiance in his tone.
TT soon becomes q trail, but keep
light on going up it. At the fork in
he trail you'll find her cabin"
"How far is 1t, please?"
1.-TWO hours walk; you can make
easy by four O'clock"
THANK YOU" His eyes glanced over
he stock of goods and he selected
'ew edibles to give him strength for
he walk. "I'll leave my suitcase here
may" he said, "and will call for
t later" He turned to go.
"Wait just a minute" voice spoke
behind him. 1t was a commanding
tone-implying the expectations of
obedience. Bruce half turned. "Simon
wants to talk to you" the merchant
explained.
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within him. The great calm ID
after all, the all-pervading quail
the big pines came over him.
was rather tremulOus and eXual
he crept softly up the trail.
1t was the last lap Of his I'D
At the end of the trail he would
Linda! And 1t seemed quite |
that she would be waiting |
where the trail began, in the 4
heart of the pine woods. HI
quite himself once mOre-Gl
delighting in all the little man
tions of the wild life that be
stir about him.
His delight grew upon him.
a dream coming true. AlW1
seemed to him, he had carried
mind a picture of this very y
sort of dream place that was
ity at last. He had known lE|
it would be. He had always
how the pine shadows WOulI
across the carpet of needles
trees themselves were the sane
companions that he had ezpeON|
his delight was all the more Y
of his expectations.
AS the trail climbed ng1a|
sense Of wilderness became
pronounced. Even the trees \
larger and more majestic W
glimpses of the wild peOpF
more frequent. The blrOs Y
their rattle-brained conVerSp
stared at him with frank tDI
The grouse let him get clOSu
they took to cover. !.
The hours passed. The u|1,
DINNER. Now it was just
serpent in the pine neeale9
this way and that-but ne wv
foot of it. 1t dipped down
stream, of which the OlaS'ps
summer had made only d ".
of shallow pools. Yet the Sar ,r
cold to his lips. And ne Ap "a
little brook trout-waitlns ~ -
fall rains should make d w.
their tiny stream and tD'' n,
them-were gazing at hlN
drank. .sI
BY a queer pounding u :. M,
Bruce knew that he was u M
attitudes. He had ALREADY ~ :"
miles from the cabin. Tns .n,, ~,
about six-thirty; in two Nv y. h
it would be too dark to nl'A'
at all.
The Snowflake herald., 1922-10-13
The Strength Of the Pines
By EDISON .quthor 'The Pack"

''I'll 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 it. But the
main thing is-whether or not you
want to CO."
Bruce had no misunderstanding
about the mans meaning. 1t was sim
ply q threat, nothing more nor less.
"Ive come long way to go to that
cabin" he replied. ''Pm 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 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. "Pll
have to decide that" he replied. I'm
going to see some one else, too"
"Some one named-Linda?"
"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 q 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 a, place for tenderfeet A
good many things can happen up
there. A good many things have hap
pened up there. / warn you-go
back!'
Bruce smiled, just the faint flicker
of q smile, but Simons eyes narrowed
when he saw it. The dark face lost a
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 ac-
customed to implicit obedience and
was not used to seeing men smile
when he uttered a threat. 'Ive 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 l 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 part. Strange as
the scene was to him, it was in some
way familiar too. It was as If this
meeting had been ordained long ago;
that it 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-thro through
him.
Many times, during the past years,
he had wakened from curious dreams
that in the light of day he had tried
in vain to interpret. He was never
The Snowflake herald., 1922-10-13

Needle Trail. It laos. ~
cabin" S trOn,
He tried to emerge :.
like mists that had ur ''9N&
How 10, far is it?" he asEsa, sa'd
ITO tl the end of pinsssSl pr'sS
she rocked again, cmtotN
his brown hands, AND
tween hers. pra
Then she raised It :,
Bruce could not keen So. W le
after an instant more !. %
tempt to draw it from ~ as sdI
the darkness of thai uFf S
in the shadow of the ata aIoQpe
knew that some great Is'a'I d'al
life and love and bat,o, alN'
the action; and he knew ~ "
edge unimpeachable that ',@ !,
only insolence for him !. IN
to resist it. It's MEAN, %,N|
deep for him to see, bn, \
with a great and wondo'
Then he turned awav 4
needle Trail. Clear us,np =. wy
forest closed around him - :.
followed him-a strann. 4' \
the afternoon silence ~ a. Us
heard her crying. at lo,.
The Snowflake herald., 1922-10-13
CAT LAST!"

SYNOPSIS.-At the death Of his
foster father, Bruce Duncan, In an
eastern~cit receives mysterious
message. sent by Mrs. Ross, sum-
moning him peremptorily to south
ern Oregon-to meet Linda"
Bruce has vivid but battling recoI-
iections OF his childhood in an or
phanage, before his adoption by
Newton Duncan, with the girl Lin
da. 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.
The Snowflake herald., 1922-10-13
CHAPTER vrn

In almost a momont =,
out of the thickets and ~
timber. AS far as he con', r'
was nothing but the great NJ.
ing up the long slope of tbo ra' ~
stood straight and aloof ona Y
very old.
He fell into their splrit ..
half-understood emotions y
flooded him in the cabin ~
The Snowflake herald., 1922-10-13
(ro BE coNTINUSD.'
infaIIibIe Weather ~ :,

infaIIibIe Weatno' ssnlOfi
Weather signs are % olopt
red sunrise with lOWerlHS foc
means rain; a mornlns . dsl
melts away before noon 4 q
sky means fair weather, ,.tsst
whiteness In the sky 1Or'I 1a- sI
fogs assure settled Wea'p :. "
a gray lowering SUISSE
ner Of rain.
The Snowflake herald., 1922-10-13

"Bwovaboo," she sa'u' =. IA
ing the name by wnIc" ." o. WIN
him in her babyho00'
come to Linda"
The Snowflake herald., 1922-10-13

able to connect them with any remem-
bered experience. Now it was as If
one of these dreams were coming true.
There was the same silence about him.
the dark forests beyond, the ridges
stretching ever. There was some
great foe that might any instant over
whelm him.
Il guess you heard me-" Simon
said; II told you to go back"
"And | hope you heard me too. I'm
going on. I haven't any more time to
give yOu."
"And Tin not going to take any
The Snowflake herald., 1922-10-13

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.
'The pines! !" he cried. He leaped
to his feet with flashing eyes. '.I
have come back to the pines !"
Every evening, Wilmington daily commercial., 1922-01-21

TO END FLOOD OF MARKS.
Plan to Rsorganlzs Rslchsbank
and Dstach il From Govern
mont Under Way.
nv AssocIatcd Prom 70 Evcry Evcning.

Ry Associated Press 10 Every Evening.
Berlin. Jan. 21.--Prellminary action
looking 10 early Organization OF the
Reichsbank and incidental ,~urtail-
ment OF its unlimited output Of cur
rency was taken yesterday by the A.
nance committee OF the Imperial Eco
nomic Parliament which appointed a
committee Of IL members to draft a
new charter for the institution.
The reform plan provides 4ncrea sed
Independence for the Reichsbank In
the direction OF divorcing II from sur
vcillance. II would be converted into
regular stock company. capitalized
at n billion marks. Its president would
be appointed by the government, al
though the new charter would provide
complete Independence in the conduct
or Its business. The charter also would
make 1t mandatory that currency only
pe issued against gold reserve.
The proposal is fathcred by George
bernhard. editor OF the VossIsche
zeitung. and viii require approval OF
the Reichstas and Reichsrat before It
became law.
Every evening, Wilmington daily commercial., 1922-01-21
PEACE NOW ASSURED,
DECLARES Jap PRINCE
Regard Arms Conference as
Successful; Sends Message
Back to United States.
BY Associated Press to Every Evening

BY Associated Preas TO Every Evening
Honolulu. r. IT,, Jan. 20.--The peace
OF ~the world win be assured in the
future by the promulgation Of the
naval armaments limitation and Far
Eastern agreements. Prince To-
hugawa said I'm a farewell statement
issued Just before his departure for
Toxic today.
The statement was Issued ito the
American people" through The Asso-
ciated Press.
Il feel Prince Tokugawa said. thar
1 cannot leave this outpost OF tho
United States without saying few
words Of gratitude in connection with
my recent visit TO that country. which
was most enjoyable. though I must
admit my responsibilities were SO
large and my duties so much heavier
than I could bear that I could not en-
~ your country as much as I would
otherwise have done.
President Harding, Secretary
Hughes and all OF their countrymen
have been so exceedingly kind 10 me
and other japanese delegates that IL
is impossible TO express our graft
tude in words. The conference. I
think, has been as highly successful
as we could expect. especially as re-
CARDS the naval limitation phase and
the quadruple treaty, which will bring
peace for all time to the whole world
L am sure there need be no fear of
wars hereafter"