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Cheyenne Wells record., 1922-10-19

a, - w eu me,
he SAID Quite Clearly, "The. Way to
Mrs. Ross Cabin" :
able to connect them with any remem.
bered experience. Now it was us. II
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 TINT might any instant over.
whelm him.
\ guess you heard me-" Simon
said; Il told you to go back"
AND l hope you heard me too. I'm
going on. ! haven't any more time to
give you" .,t: /.
"And TIN not going to tale .py
Cheyenne Wells record., 1922-10-19
The Strength Of the h! 4: Pines !! !::S
.4uthor Of "erhe Dolce Of the Pack

more, either. But let me make one
thing plain. No man. told to go back
by ME, ever has 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 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. It
seemed to Bruce that they crushed
like fruit and stained the dark skin.
"Tve already decided. I'm going
on"
yOnce 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
rendy 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.
Cheyenne Wells record., 1922-10-19
CHAPTER IIi-contInusd.

"And why have you been 30 long
In 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-
gether. "Why, 'Simon-you amt been
where could see you. Anyway. there
was nothin' we could have DONE"
''There wasn't, eh? l 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
the very document we've all of us
been worrying about for twenty
years." Simon cursed-a single. fiery
oath. "But we are yelling before
we're hurt. II isn't worth n cussword.
Like as not. this Wegan will never
take the trouble to hunt him up. And
II he does-well. 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 1t may
easily he opened again."
Dawes eyes filled with admiration.
Then he turned and gnzed 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 greutly amazed by
that outline of the ridge; md the
years and distance had obscured hsr
long ago. This was teacher at an Or
phanage In distant city, who once
had taken crude drawing from the
hands Of child. Here was the original
at last. 1t was the same ridge,
covered with pines. that little Bruce
had drawn,
Cheyenne Wells record., 1922-10-19

go. 60 i. A.s ~ y lead. no.. 5 {,
He md to emerge .,o. !,
like. siists5 that. had ,en,.,.
How tag Is lt?"she asked 49, Sss
ITO the end Of PIne-NasSa,i :
she rocked again. clutchsd s.s ~
~ br9yn hands, and pre.... ~
p Then she. raised II. to 80
Bruce could not keep her W. ,ss,. y 4
after an instant more he Az ~ !
tempt to draw 1t from her s,., W.
the darkness of that moun,,'s @
In the shadow of the etern.I .
knew that some great dram, !. 4!
life and love and hatred -. \
the action; and he knew viii M . !,
edge unimpeachable that 4 =.
only insolence for him to =, =
to resist It. It's meanin,
deep for him to see; but 4 M,
with a great and wondering ~ !.
Then he turned away, m n.
needle Trail. Clear until n. !.
forest closed around him n, ~.
followed him-n strange erss'
the afternoon silence. "a h..
heard her crying. "At last. n, y
Cheyenne Wells record., 1922-10-19

the she-bear knew how to penetrate.
But Il wus enough for Bruce Just
to stand at Its edges. The bushes
were bent down with 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. tne
woods were rich with them; one only
had to slip quickly through the back
d0or-while the mothers eye was else
wherc-to find enough of them mol
only to pack the stomach full nut 10
stain and discOlOs most OF the race.
But 1t seemed to MIN TINT he reached
them ensier than he expected. Either
tile bushes were not so tall as ne re-
membered them. Or-since his hrSt
knowledge of them-hls own stature
had increased.
When he had eaten the last berry
he could possibly hold. he went T."
the creek TO drink. He lay down pe'
side still pool. and the water was
cold to his lips. Then lie rose at the
sound of an approaching motor car
behind him.
The driver-evidently chttIemah-
stOpped his car and looked at Bruce
with some curiosity. He marked the
perfectly fitting suit Of dark flinhei'
the trim. expensive shoes that were
already dust-stained. the silken SHIRT
on which Juicy berry hnd been
crushed. "Howdy." the man said after
the western fashion.
slow do you do" Bruce replied.
allow far to Martins stOre?
The man filled his pipe with great
care before he answered. Jump IN
the car" he replied at last. "and III
show you. I'm going up that way my
self"
Cheyenne Wells record., 1922-10-19

now had began to grow In the east.
It wideneo. 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 ienping 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 full five minutes more.
Then he opened his eyes. The
light had grown around him. His
hands were quite plain. Slowly. as
man raises his eyes to 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.-thelr symmetrical
forms. their declining limbs. their tall
tops piercing the sky. He saw them
Cheyenne Wells record., 1922-10-19
CHAPTER v

The dawn revealed a narrow road
along the bank of Deer creek-a
brown little wnnderer 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 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; a 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 its 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
In an instant he had 1t. He didn't
know whence 1t came. It was moth
Ing he had read or that any one had
told him. 1t seemed to be rather the
result of some experience in his own
immediate life, an occurrence Of so
long ago that he had forgotten 1t. He
suddenly knew where he could find
his breakfast. He SGT his suitcase
down, and with the confidence of a
man who hears the dinner call In his
own home, he struck off into the
thickets beside the creek bed. In
stinct-and really. after all, instinct
is nothing but memory-led his steps
true.
He glanced here and there, not even
wondering at the singular fact that
he did not know exactly what manner
Of food he was seeking. In mo-
ment he came to growth Of thorn
covered bushes, q thicket that only
Cheyenne Wells record., 1922-10-19

within. him. The great calm d
after all, the nll-pervadlng GU
the big pines came over him
was rather tremulous and erul
he crept softly up the trail.
1t was the last lap Of his j
At the end of the trail he wouA
Linda! And 1t seemed quite
that she would be waiting
where the trail began. In the
heart of the pine woods b
quite himself once more-u
delighting in all the little ma
tlons of the wild life that ~
stir about him.
His delight grew upon him
a dream coming true. AlM
seemed to him, he had carried
mind a picture Of this very y
sort of dream place that wai
ity at last. He had known ~
It would be. He had always
how the pine shadows wous
across the carpet Of needles
trees themselves were the same
companions that he had expects
his delight was all the more =:
Of his expectations.
As. the trail climbed hisne,
sense of wilderness became
pronounced. Even the trees
larger and more majestic, -
glimpses of the wild people
more frequent. The birds
their rnttle-bralned conversaua
stared at him with frank eH
The grouse let him get clos4
they took to cover.
The hours passed. The un
DINNER. Now it was Just .
serpent in the pine neeoleN
this way and that-but he lo.e
foot of it. 1t dipped down 70.
stream. of which the bias'ms
summer had made only q ~
Of shallow pools. Yet the w.. w.
cold to his lips. And NJ ~ IN
little brook trout-wai''ns -
fall rains should make = w
their tiny stream and !nu, ~
them-were gazing at MIN
drank. ,hh
By a queer pounding o. !. a 4.
Bruce knew that he was ~
attitudes. He had ALREADY - =
miles from the cabin. luz ~,
about six-thirty: in two ny
It would be too dark 10 'u''
at all.
Cheyenne Wells record., 1922-10-19
CHAPTER VI

Martins was typical little noun
thin store. containing small sample
of almost everything under the sun.
and built nt 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 veritnble giant with savage,
bloodhound lips md deep-sunken eyes.
There was quality In his posture
that attracted Bruce's attention at
once. No one could look at him and
doubt that he was a power In these
mountain realms.
He was dressed much us the other
mountain men who had assembled In
the store. He wore flannel shirt over
his gorilla chest, and corduroy trou-
sers stuffed into high, many-seamed
riding boots.
The dark eyes were full upon
II 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 It was such that
no man, to whom self-respect is dear,
could possibly disregard. 1t spoke
clearly as words.
h1nnf
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 a mys-
terious suspense.
The strangers face changed too. He
did not flush, however. His lips curled
ever so slightly, revealing an instant's
glimpse sof 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
nsked.
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 mum.
ber achieves repartee on tenderfoot
Nevertheless. the tension was broken.
Bruce turned to the merchant.
II would like TO have you tell me-"
he said quite clearly, ~''the way to
Mrs. Ross cabin"
The merchant seemed to wait a long
time before replying. His eyes stole
to the giants face. found the lips
curled in smile; then he flushed.
"Take the left-hand road" he said
with n trace of defiance In his tone.
at soon becomes trail. but keep
right on going up 1t. At the fork In
the trail you'll find her cabin"
"How far is 1t. please?'
"Two hours walk: you can make
It ensy by four O'clock"
"Thank you" His eyes glanced over
the stock Of goods md he selected a
few elibles to give him strength for
the walk. 'I'll leave my suitcase here
II may" he said, ''and will call for
It later" He turned to go.
"Wait just minute" voice spoke
behind him. It was a commanding
tone-implying the expectations of
obedience. Bruce half turned. "Simon
wants to talk TO you." ~ merchant
explained.
Cheyenne Wells record., 1922-10-19
CHAPTER ~

The train came to sliding hall
at Deer Creek. paused an inflnitesima
fraction Of second. and rOared on II
Its ceaseless Journey. That infinitesi
NAL fraction was long enough fol
Bruce. poised on the bottom step of 6
sleeping car. to swing down on to the
gravel ,right-of-way. His bag. hurled
by a sleepy porter, followed him.
Duncan's next impression was one
Of infinite solitude. He hadn't reaf
any guIdebo0ks about Deer Creek, ant
he had expected some sort of town
But here was one little wooden struc
ture with only three siGes.-the open
ing facing the track. II 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. II was wholly new.
He turned about until the wind was
In his face. 1t was full Of fragrances,-
strange, indescribable smells that
seemed TO call up forgotten world.
They carried a message to him, but as
yet he hadn't made out its meaning.
He only knew 1t was something mys-
terious and profound: great truths
that hIckered, 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 running game
between the trunks. and the stir Of
the Little People, moving In their MIDI
night occupations. Each of these
sounds had its message for Bruce.
They all seemed to he trying to tell
him something, to make clear some
great truth that was dawning in his
consciousness.
He was not In the least afraid. He
felt at peace as never before. He
picked up his bug. and. with stealing
steps approached the long slope be-
hind. The moon showed him fallen
log, and he found comfortable seat
on the ground beside 1t, his back
against its bark. Then he waited for
the dawn to come out.
The night hours passed. The sense
Of peace seemed to deepen on the man.
He sat relaxed, his brown face grave.
his eyes lifted. The stars began to
din and draw back farther into the
recessed Of the sky. The round out
itine of the moon seemed less pro
pnunced. And . fsSnt ribbon of light
Cheyenne Wells record., 1922-10-19

"Tu walk with you a. way and sho"
YOU the road" Slmoh continued. Inc
room seemed deathly quiet us the TWO
men went out together.
They walked side by side un'ii u
turn of the road took them out or eye.
range of the store. 'This Is the road.
Simon said. "All YOU have to 40 Is
follow it. Cabins are not so mnn'
that you could mistake 1t. But the
main thing is-whether or not you
want to CO."
Bruce had no misunderstanding
about the mnn's meaning. 1t was SIM
pIy a thrent. nothing more nor less.
"I've come n long way to go 10 that
cabin" he replied. "I'm not likely 10
turn off now"
"There's nothing worth seeing when
you get there. Just an old hag-a
wrinkled old dune that looks Ike
witch"
Bruce felt a deep md little under
stood resentment at the words. Yet
since he had MS yet established no
relations with the woman, he had no
grounds for silenclng the man. I'll
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
sqlarely into Simon's. Both faces
were flushed, both set; and the eyes
of the older man frightened slowly.
81 am interested" Simon replied
you're 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 mOiintains-n mans land such ms
never wns place for tenderfeet.
good many things can happen up
there. A good many things have hap
pened up there. l warn you-go
back"
Bruce smiled. Just the faint flicker
of Il smile. but Simon's eyes narrowed
when he saw It, The dark face lost n
little of It's insolence. He knew men,
this huge son Of the wilderness, and
he knew that no coward could smile in
such moment as this He was ac-
customed to Implicit obedience and
was not used to seeing men smile
when he uttered n threat. 1--WE come
too far to go back" Bruce told him.
"NOthinr can t,lrn me"
"AIen have been turned before. on
trails like this" Simon told him..
Don't misunderstood me. l advised
you to 20 bnck before. and usually
don't take time or trouble to advise
my one. Now tell you to go back.
This Is mans land, and we don't
want any tenderfeet here"
1.-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 n part. Strange as
the scene was to him, 1t was In some
way familiar too. 1t was as If 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-thronged 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
Cheyenne Wells record., 1922-10-19
CHAPTER WI,

In almost a noment, Dupc.
out of the thlckcts and in,o =,
timber. AS far as he could ~,
was nothing but the great pIne,
ing up the long slope Of therId.,
stood straight and aloof, and ~
very old.
He fell into their spirit at IN,
misunderstood emotions th,,
flooded him in the cabin h.,o-
Cheyenne Wells record., 1922-10-19
"Ar LAsT!"

sYNoPsIs.-At the death Of his
foster father. Bruce Duncan. In an
eastern city. receives q mysterious
message. sent by Mrs. Ross. sum-
moning him peremptorily to SOUTH
ern Oregon-to meet Linda"
Bruce has vivid but baffiing recol-
lections OF his childhood in an Or
phanage. before his adoption by
Newton Duncan. with the girl Lin
da. Al 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 a clan OF mountaineers prepares
to deal with Bruce upon his arrival.
Cheyenne Wells record., 1922-10-19
1To BE coNTlSusp'
InfaIIibIe WeatnsI ! !

jnfaIIibie WeatnsI soiIc1
Weather signs are =. =, clovb|
red sunrise with lo~etine ~ 4
means rain; a morning ~
melts away before nova, sa,,,s d
.aky means fair weatns1s aataasssss
whiteness in the sky o.,.ssr.,si]
foss assure settled H...l wsspSs \
= 1rsy lowering suns"
~ q rain.
Cheyenne Wells record., 1922-10-19

as they were,-those ancient, eternal
symbols and watchmen Of the wilder
ness. And he knew them ut last, nc
quaintances long forgotten but re
membered now.
"The pines!" he cried. He leaped
to his feet with flashing eyes. II
have come back to the pines!'
Cheyenne Wells record., 1922-10-19

4swovaboo," she :als, =. r,
lna the name by when ," ~ M
him In her babyn0o''
come to Linda j
The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1922-06-08

Miss Mary Gsrnett Moore OF chi.
caso arrived last evening 10 vislt her
bruther.in.lsw and sister. Mr.. snd
Mrs. Trnfford Hufenon. Al their home
~ the Highlands.
The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1922-06-08
NEW PAINTINGS BY FOUR
ARTISTS NOW ON EXHIBIT

Thursday and Friday the public
library will have display Of flow.
err personally arranged by Mrs
David Fraser. The Chamber Of Com
meroe and the officers In charge Of
the Rose SHOW are responsible for
this exhibition.
Ambrose Patterson invites visitors
10 his studio. ei7 Seneca st.. wednes.
days between and 1880 y. m. Mr..
Patterson has a large collection not
only OF European scenes but many
local paintings that viii open the
eyes Of visitors TO the beauties OF
this country.
The state museum on the univer
atty campus. housed In the Forestr,
building. IL open daily to the public
free from 10 s.
lust now Director Hall has a spe.
ciai exhibition OF antique European
laces and a number Of old Paisley
fhawin and some India shswis. The
display includes isces from Belgium,
France. Italy. England and Ireland
The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1922-06-08
WHITES AID JAP
LAW VI0LATORS
Douglas Probes; Win File
Charges Shortly

Forced 70 delay fling the first suit
in his campaign against japanese
holding hundreds Of acres OF rich
farming land In violation Of the anti
alien land law. Prosecuting Attorney
Malcolm Douglas was seeking 20
verify Thursday charges that certain
prominent white men were aiding the
alien Law breakers.
A flood Of evidence - pouring into
the prosecutors office since the an
nounoensnt Of his intention TO drive
off those japanese who are. illegally
In Possession Of land In this county.
While neither Prosecutor Douglas
nor Deputy Prosecuting Attorney
Erwin y. coIvin would commit them
selves. Il II known that information
has been received which involves
white men.
One man. according 90 this in
formation. ~ said to hold more than
a million dollars worth OF valuable
land. which he leases 70 Japanese
without any legal records being
made. His brown tenants are said
TO trust him. and be has confidence
In them. 30 that all their transactions
are accomplished verbally.
Evidence has been received which
indicates that certain INSCRIPTIONS
white men are getting rich thru a.
slsslng the japanese 10 eyade the
antl.allen law.