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Evening star., 1923-03-04

Y II was a plain case of affinity be-
tween Davy Allen and Old Man
Thornycroft's hound dog Buck.
Davy hurrying home along the
country road one cold winter after
noon, his mind intent on finishing ms
chores before dark, looked back at
ter passing Old Man Thornycrofts
house to find Buck trying to follow
i1im-trying to. because the old man,
who hated to see anybody or any
thing but himself have his way, had
chained a heavy block to him to keep
him from doing what nature had IN
tended him to do-roam the woods
and poke his long nose in every
briar patch after rabbits.
At the sight Davy stopped, and the
dog came on, dragging behind him in
the road the block of wood fastened
by a chain to his collar and trying
at the same time to wag his tail. He
was tan-colored, lean as rail.
long cared a hound every inch; and
Davy was a ragged country boy who
lived alone with his mother, and who
had an old single barrel shotgun, and
who had in his boys eyes look,
clear and unmistakable, of woods and
fields.
To say it was love at frs; slsh'
when that hound, dragging his prison
around with Kim, looked up into the
boys face, and when that ragged boy
who loved the woods and had gun
a homo locked down into the hound S
eyes, would hardly be putting II
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been informal. haphazard, like the
life of the community in which they
lived. But, for all that. the law had
knocked at the door Of the Widow
Allen and left a white-faced mother
and a bewildered boy behind.
They tried to resume their usual
employments. Mrs. Allen sat down
beside the table. picked up her sew
ing and put her glasses on, but her
hands trembled when she tried to
thread the needle. Davy sat on a
split -bottomed chair in the corner,
his feet up on the rungs and tried
to be still: but his heart was pound
ing fast and there was lump in his
throat. Presently he got up and went
out of doors to get some kindling on
the back porch before it showed. he
told his mother. But he went because
he couldn't sit there any longer. be-
cause he was about TO explode with
rage and grief and fear and bitter
ness.
He did not go toward the wood
pile-what difference did dry kindling
make now? At the side of the house
he stopped down and softly called
Buck. The hound came to him, wrig-
Cling along under the beams. and he
leaned against the house and lovingly
pulled the briar-torn ears. A long
time he stayed there. feeling on his
face already the fine mist of snow.
Tomorrow the ground would be white
it didn't snow often in that country;
day after tomorrow everybody would
hunt rabbits-everybody but him and
Buck.
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head of the reluctant old mule in the
direction of Belcher's store. bitter
wind cut their faces. but it was not
as bitter as the heart of the boy.
ONLY twice on that five-mile ride did
he speak. The first time was when
he looked back 10 find Buck. whom
they had left at home. thinking he
would stay under the house on such
a day. following very close behind
the buggy.
Might as well let him come on
said the boy.
The second time was when they
came in sight of Belcher's store. dim
yonder through the swirling snow.
Then he looked up into his mother's s
face.
Ma" he said grimly, Il amt no
thief
She smiled as bravely as she could
with her stiffened face and with the
tears so near the surface. She told
him that she knew it, and that every
body knew ii. But there was no an
swering smile on the boys set face.
huddled up in the midst of other
horses and of buggies under the shed
near the store, told that court had
probably already convened. Hands
numb. the boy hitched the old mule
TO the only rack left under the shed,
! then made Buck lie down under the
buggy Heart pounding, he went up
wit nj hp r
and pushed the door open.
There was a commotion when they
eutered. The men. standing about the
stove. their overcoats Steaming. made
way for them. Old Man Thornycroft
looked quickly and triumphantly
around. In the rear of the store the
squire rose from d table, in front of
, which was a cleared space.
Pull up a chair nigh the stove for
I'm busy tryin' this chicken-stealin
nigger When ] get through. Mrs
Allen, if you're ready, I'll call your
case"
Davy's heart jumped into his mouth
when, after silence, the magistrate
spoke: Mr.. Thornycroft, step for
ward, sir. Put your hand on the
book here. Now, tell us about that
dog of yours that was stole
The old man told, in high pitched
excited voice, all the details-his
seeing Davy Allen pass in front OF
his house last Friday afternoon, his
| missing the dog, his finding the block
of wood down the road beside the
pasture fence, his overhearing the
squire's talk right here in the store
his calling on Mrs. Allen, the boys
threatening him.
Il tell you" he cried. that's a dan
gerous character-that boy"
"Is that all you've got to say?'
asked the squire.
ITS enough, amt it?' demanded
Thornycroft, angrily.
The squire nodded. Il think So
he said, quietly. stand aside. Davy
Allen. step forward. Put your hand
on the book here, son. Davy, how
old are you?"
The boy gulped. Thirteen years
old, goin' on fo'teen."
you're old enough, son, to know
the mater Of the oath you're about to
take. For over two years you've been
the mainstay an support of you;
mother. You've had to carry the bur-
dens and responsibilities of a man.
Davy. The testimony you give in this
case will be the truth. the whole
truth, an nothin' but the truth, SO
help you God. What about it?''
Dayy nodded, his face very white.
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II he were a man, he would curse,
he would do something. He looked
wildly about the room. the hopeless
ness of it all coming over him in
wave. Then suddenly, because he
wasn't a man. because he couldn't
do what he wanted to do. he began
to cry. not as a boy cries. but more
as a man cries. in shame and bitter
ness, his shoulders shaken by great
convulsive sobs, his head buried in
his hands. his fingers running through
his tangled mop of hair.
"Davy; Davy"' The sewing and the
scissors slipped TO the floor. His
mother was down on her knees beside
him. one arm about his shoulders.
trying to look into his eyes. You're
my man, Davy, You're the only man.
the only help I've got. You're my life,
Davy. Poor boy! Poor child
He caught hold of her convulsive-
Iy, and she pressed his head against
her breast. Then he saw that she
was crying. and he grew quiet, and
wiped his eyes with his ragged sleeve.
I'm all right now. ma" he said;
but he looked at her wildly.
She did not follow him into his lit
tie unceiled bedroom. She must have
known that he had reached that age
where no woman could help him. 1t
must be a man now to whom he could
pin his faith. And while he lay
awake. tumbling and tossing. along
with bitter thoughts of Old Man
Thornycroft came other bitter
thoughts OF Mr.. Kirby. whom, deep
down in his boys heart. he had wor-
shiped-Mr. Kirby, who had sided
with Old Man Thornycroft and sent
Evening star., 1923-03-04
Easy Way to
Make Life Masks.

I'D you know that you were a no
tential sculptor? 1t does nor re-
quire ten years study in Paris 70
make cast of a friends face. All
you need is eight pounds of plaster of
paris. rubber bathing cap and ,
friend.
This is how you make life masks.
Let your friend grease his face we'll
with vaseline or cold cream-to nre
vent the plaster from adhering to tho
skim Then cover the hair with the
| rubber cap. Mix four pounds of the
plaster with sufficient water TO form
a paste SO thin that it will pour and
| not So thick that it won't spread. Let
the subject lie down and place a
towel under a newspaper under his
head.
Then apply the plaster. Start at the
forehead and allow the plaster to run
down over the closed eyes. Gradually
cover the entire face and as much OF
I the throat as desired. leaving Two
small openings al the nostrils so tha;
the subject can breathe easily; but
safer still, place quills in the nostrils
and another in the mouth These
| holes are filled in when the mold is
! removed.
1t usually requires about fifteen
| minutes for the plaster to harden
sufficiently for removal. When il is
| thoroughly dry gently lift it off 1t
| may stick a bit. but it will come off
J in good shape. This is called the
| negative or mold. An easier method
| of working is to lay a string down
| the center of the vasaline face. Pull
! this up while the plaster is still
| moist. This will enable the cast of
| the fact to come away in halves. and
| it will be easier. They can be Joined
1 up with string or a bed Of clay or.
| plaster.
| When YOU have removed the plaster.
| fill in the holes left at the nostrik'
| and allow to stand for an hour until
most Of the damp has gone from it.
To make the finished product much.
/ the same procedure is followed.
Grease the inside of the mold well
and mix and pour four pounds OF
plaster. Before the plaster in the.
| mold is dry insert a loop of wire or
strong cord. so that the cast can be
hung on the wall. If you have an
oven it will speed up production to-
dry out the plaster in the mold. for it
must be dry.
When you are satisfied that the
plaster is dry. chip off the mold with
a knife and hammer) don't be afraid
to treat it bit roughly, and you are
finished except for little trimming
of uneven edges, using knife.
| Get the best plaster-it is worth 1t.
Plaster of paris when mixed with.
water and hardened is insolubIe. Use
plenty of vaseline. Don't forgcSsAaL. [.
Evening star., 1923-03-04
Curious Callings Survive

Whale oil still has its uses and
whalebone commands prices that
make the search for it well worth the
capital invested. Once a calling has
answered a great demand it seldom
disappears utterly from human activi-
ties. When new inventions supersede
its first great utility modern COM
merce turns it's attention to the op-
portunities presented for by-products.
Thus we find that the candle busi-
ness, despite the progress of kero-
sene, gas and electricity as illumi-
nants, is an industry that very prof.
tably refuses to vanish, though fallen
from its highest estate. There is a
demand for candles that is aesthetic
and there is another that is economic.
There are persons who regard burn
ing candles as very ornamental and
there are others who find burning
candles very useful.
ness is conducted by large establish
ments with abundant capital. In Great
Britain there was quite recently what
we would call q candle trust that
yielded good returns. Anybody who
has sojourned in a very rural English
inn will not need to be told whence
come some Of the demands for candles.
Similarly. although modern trans
portation agencies have stolen away
the glories OF the stage coach with
It's galloping spans. 1t can still be
found in commission by those who
seek it. In the west and south it is
respected, and it runs in the White
mountain regions, In Maine, and in
southwestern Massachusetts,.
Evening star., 1923-03-04
The Trial in Tom Belcher's Store

no use TO deny il. | know all about
it. / seen him when he passed in
front of the house. | found the block
/ had chained to the dog beside the
road. l heered Squire Jim Kirby talk
in to some men in Tom Belcher's sto'
this very mornin'; just happened to
overhear him as ] come in. a boy an
a dog he says, is the happiest COM
bination in Mater Then he went on
to tell about your boy an a tan dog.
He had met 'em in the road. Met 'em
when? Last Friday evenin Oh. there
amt no use to deny it. Mrs. Allen.
Your boy Davy-he stole my dog"
Mr.. Thornycroft'-Dav could not
see his mother. but he could hear her
voice tremble-'.he did not know
whose dog it was"
He didn't" He didn't?" yelled the
Evening star., 1923-03-04
|)T long ago there was launched
in Massachusetts, waters q ves-
sci to cruise for whales. This

n V)T long ago there was launched
nj in Massachusetts, waters Ves-
| sci to cruise for whales. This
is a reminder of the vitality
certain callings possess even when
they have sunk from their old-time
prominence. The whaleships Of New
Bedford are no longer found in every
sea, as in the era before the advent
of petroleum, but a serviceable fleet
that searches for spermacetti and
whalebone still makes that city it's
hailing port. Certain of these vessels
pay very handsome returns to their
owners and crews and New Bedford
has an interest in the whalers that
make the Pacific coast their base of
operations.
Steam has been applied to the busi-
ness carried on in the Pacific arctic
waters, but on the old whaling
grounds sailing vessels are free from
competition. Provincetown is also the
home of many whalemen who find
the calling profitable, even il they do
not push their voyages SO far as the
old-timers who flew the house flags
famous in New Bedford's annals. Nam
tucket's glory departed long ago.
Whales come to Nantucket, but Nam
tucket no longer goes after whales.
New Bedford is now a great mill
city and promises to be still greater.
but all its people have not lost their
hankering for the sea. The old say
ing, "A stove boat or q dead whale"
New Bedford's equivalent for ''victory
or Westminster Abbey" has still its
charm, even IL the number Of those
to whom it appeals is small compared
with the time when the 'harpooner"
Evening star., 1923-03-04

say to bring him to Belcher's sto' to-
morrow morning at 3. You be
there. too, Mr.. Thornycroft-an', by
the way, bring that block Of wood
you been talkin' about
That was all the squire had said,"
declared the rural policeman. No. he
hadn't sent any other message-just
said he would read up on the case"
The rural policeman went out and
closed the door behind him. 1t had
Evening star., 1923-03-04

summons with-no message FOR
him Cod" he said. Cod And
pulled his hair, down there under the
covers; and he hated the law that
would take a dog from him and give
it back to that old man-the law that
Mr.. Kirby represented
* X X x
TT was still showing when. next
i morning he and his mother drove
out of the yard and he turned the
Evening star., 1923-03-04

1t was showing hard when at last
he went back into the warm room. so
warm that he pulled off his coat.
once more he tried to sit still in the
split-bottom chair But there is no
rage that consumes like the rage Of
a boy. In it's presence he is so help
less If he were a man. thought
Davy, he would go to Old Man
Thornycroft's house this night, call
him out, and thrash him in the road.
Evening star., 1923-03-04

old man. An him a boy that knows
ever dog for ten miles around, Right
in front of my house. ] tell you
that's where he picked him up-that's
where he tolled him off, Didn't tell
YOU, woman, l seen him pass? Didn't
! tell you l found the block down the
road? Didn't know whose dog il was?
Ridiculous. ridiculous, Call him. ask
him. face him with it. Likely he'll lie
but you'll see his face. Call him.
that's all | ask. Call him"
, 'Davy." called Mrs. Allen. "Davy"
Just a moment the boy hesitated.
hound stuck very close to him. eyes
full of terror. tail tucked as he look ed
at the old man.
There he is-with my dog" cried
the old man. You didn't know whose
dog it was. did you, son? Eh? You
didn't know. now, did you?"
Yes" cried the boy. II knowed"
Hear that, Mrs. Allen? Did he
know? What do you say now? He
stole my dog. didn't he? That's what
he done, didn't he? Answer me. wom-
face livid. and started. whip raised,
toward boy and dog.
There were some smooth white
stones. the size of hen eggs, arranged
around a. flower bed in the yard, and
Davy stood near these stones-and
now, quick as fash. he stopped down
and picked one up.
you stop" he painted. his face very
| white.
His mother cried out and came run
! ming toward him, but Thornycroft
| had stopped. No man in his right
mind wants to advance on d country
once.
"All right" screamed the old man.
| You steal first-then you try to as
| sault an old man! l didn't come here
| to raise no row. L just came here
| to warn you, Mrs. Allen. I'll have
| the law on that boy-Tll have the law
| on him before another sun sets"
| LIE turned and hurried toward the
l. L buggy. Davy dropped the rock.
Mrs. Allen stood looking at the old
miser, who was clambering into his
buggy, with a. sort of horror. Then
she ran toward the boy.
| "Oh, Davy! Run after him. Take
the dog to him. He's terrible. Davy,
terrible! Run after him-anything-
anything:
| But the boy looked up at her with
grim mouth and hard eyes.
II amt a-goin' to do it, Ma" he
| said.
1t was after supper that very night
| that the summons came. Bob Kelley,
| rural policeman, brought it.
| me an Squire Kirby went to
Greenville this mornin'," he said, ito
look up some things about court in
! the mornin'. This evenin' we run into
old man Thornycroft on the street,
lookin' for US. He was awful excited.
He had been to Mr.. Kirby's house, an
| found out Mr.. Kirby was in town,
an followed us. He wanted war
rant sworn out right there. Mr.. Kirby
| tried to argue with him, but it warn't
no use, So at last Mr.. Kirby turned
to me. You go back, Bob, he said.
This'll give me some more looking
up to do. Tell my wife Til just spend
the night with Judge Fowler, an git
sto' in the mornin' An, Bob, you
just stop by Mrs. Allen's-she's
guardian OF the boy---and tell her I
Evening star., 1923-03-04

strong enough. II was more than
love-it was perfect understanding
perfect comprehension. I'm your
dog" said the hounds appraised. mel
ancholy eyes. III jump rabbits
and bring them around for You to
shoot, I'll follow you everywhere YOU
80. I'm Your dog if YOU want me
yours to the end OF my days.
And Davy. looking down into those
appraised. beseeching eyes. and at that
heavy block of wood. and at the raw
place the collar had worn on the
neck. then at old man Thornycroft' S
bleak. unpainted house on the hill.
with the unhomelike yard and the
tumble-down fences. felt a great pity.
the pity of the free for the impris-
oned. and great longing to own. not
q dog. but this dog.
"Want to come along" he grnned.
The hound sat down on his
launches, elevated his long nose. and
poured out to the cold winter sky the
passion and longing of his soul. Davy
understood, shook his head. look ed
once more into the pleading eyes. then
At the bleak house from which this
prisoner had dragged himself.
THAT OF DEVIL" he said. He amt
ftten to own a dog. Oh. | wish he
was mine"
A moment he hesitated there in
the road. then he turned and hurried
away from temptation
He amt mine" he muttered. oh.
dammit all"
Evening star., 1923-03-04
Old Man Thornycroft Announced He
would Have the Law on That Boy
Before the Setting of Another Sun.

wood these days? Bring me a load
or two of good. dry oak, pick it out,
son. hear? How's your ma? All right?
That's good. Here
He reached deep down in a pock ct
of his enormous faded overcoat,
brought out two red apples. and
leaned down out of his saddle which
crcaked under the strain of his
weight.
TRY one of 'em yourself an take
one of EN- home to your ma. Cit up.
Mag"
Evening star., 1923-03-04

He had entered pine thicket when
he heard behind the frantic, choking
yelps of d dog in dire distress. Know
ing what had happened, he ran back.
within the pasture the hound, only
his hind feet touching the ground,
was struggling and paving at the
fence. He had jumped, the block had
caught and was hanging him. Davy
rushed to him. Breathing fast. he
unsnapped the chain. The block and
chain fell on the other side of the
fence and the dog was free. Shrewd-
Iy the boy looked back up the road :;
the woods hid the old mans house
from view and no one was to be
seen. With a little grin of triumph
he turned and broke into run down
the pasture hill toward the pines, the
wind blowing gloriously into his face,
the dog galloping beside him.
Still running, the two came out into
the road that led home, and suddenly
Davy stopped short and his face
flushed. Yonder around the bend on
his gray mare logged Squire Kirby
toward them, his pipe in his mouth,
his white beard stuck cozi1y inside the
bosom of his big overcoat. There was
no use to run, no use to try to make
the dog hide, no use to try to hide
himself. The old man had seen them
both. Suppose he knew whose dog
this was! Heart pounding. Davy
waited beside the road.
Mr.. Kirby drew rein opposite them
and looked down with eyes that
twtnkied under mis- bushy white
brows. He always stopped to ask
the boy how his mother was and how
they were getting along. Davy had
been to his house many a time with
eggs and chickens to sell or with a
load Of seasoned oak wood. Many a
time he had warmed himself before
Mr.. Kirby's fire in the big living room
and bedroom combined and eaten Mrs
Kirby's nne white cake covered with
frosting. Never before had he felt
I'll at ease In the presence of the
kindly old man.
That's a genuine hound YOU got
there. son, amt ft?'
''Yes, sir" said Davy.
Good for rabbits and 'possums an
coons, eh?"
HE shore is,'
well. next big fat 'possum you an
him ketch. you bring that 'possum
round an me an you'll talk business.
Maybe we'll strike a bargain. Got
any good sweet potatoes? Well. you
bring four or five bushels along to
nj that ,possum with. Haulin' any
Askov American. [volume] (Askov, Pine County, Minn.) 1914-current, 1923-08-23
Zion English Lutheran congre-

Zion English Lutheran congre-
CATION of Bruno, will hold SER
vices in the Advent church next
Sunday at 1890 a. m. All well
come.-A. T. Juvland, pastor.
Prof. and Mrs. Nickerson, ac-
companied by Miss Laura Laying
camped at Sturgeon lake a few
days last week. Mrs. Nettie
Laying spent Sunday with them.
There will be a mission festi-
val at the German Lutheran
church Sunday, Sept. 2. The
morning services at 1890 will be
in German; the afternoon ser.
vices at 2:30 in English. Every.
body welcome.
Askov American. [volume] (Askov, Pine County, Minn.) 1914-current, 1923-08-23
(From Another Correspondent

The A. c. Figg family are en-
joying a visit with Mr.. Figg's
two sisters of Omaha, Nebr.
A few neighbors and friends
of Mrs. Ed Beavens we're invited
to spend an evening at her home.
it being Mrs. Beavens' birthday.
Ice cream and cake were served
and all present had a social time.
Robert c. Bailey of Brooksby,
Sask.. Can, who has been visiting
in Iowa and southern Minnesota
visited his brother, Z. L. Bailey
and family, south of Bruno, one
day last week while on his way
home via Duluth where he will
visit his nephew, Gerald Bailey.
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supervtsor--Nels berg. Frank Mach.
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A~hrshamsen.
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Justices OF the ~1eacc-ttenfy fctfy. ST.
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Addressi PINE city. MINI Route b.
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MN stuck; y. n0r.,rom. Avid
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TOWN OF ROCK CREEK
fspin. August Peterson.
Clerk .............. J. ~. Lindgren
Address, Rock Creek. MINI.
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Fred AIlsood'
Constable $4,000, Harry Mills
supervisors-Adolph saumer. a. ..
Mciss, John ~Thunberg.
Clerk .,....u....,.,... Harry Davis
Addrcsss Braham. MINI. n. 4.