The Challis messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1912-current, 1924-02-13
A Tale of the Flatwoods
By DAVID ANDERSON
Author Of Tho Blue Moon"
Copyright By The Bobbs- Merrill Co.

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man the length o. the Wabash. An
then there's Loge Belden they say
moved In the OF cabin up Eagle holler
last week with is sister.
/ ordwood-huh-he amt no more a
wood chopper than I be. He's a river
man. Come fom the K'ntucky noun
tains In the first place, an use'n t be
a pearl fisher till they run I'm off'n
the river. l never knowed Loge, that
Is, what y'u might say pers'n'ly. I
never seed I'm till e tangled with Big
Jack In the post office t. other evenin',
but 1 knowed is sister, not the one
that's with i'm now but the-other
One-the one that's-dead-"
The fisherman bent his head and his
voice fell low, finally stopped.
"Black Bogus Is an old pal o.
Loge's," he went on after a time.
wouldn't wonder he's harborin' up
thar, an If e is, why Is e? An what
are they both-'r either one of 'em-
dom up hyur In the Flatwoods? Hit
looks t me"-he bent toward his COM
panion-"they've got Their eye on Of
Sine Colin"
Uncle Nick sat thoughtfully fun
bling his chin.
"That'd leave Ken out" he unused.
"He wouldn't "a fell that low. Any
how, theirs lots o. folks that looks like
other folks" Counterman thought a
moment before he spoke again.
."Black Bogus game is counter
f'itin', but he's got the CUTS FIR any
thing; an Loge's or'n'ry enough FIR
any dirt. Their amt nothin' I'd put
a-past i'm. He's done time twice't |
already, an would be doin' 1t right |
now If 1t werdn't FIR is sister. Thar's |
one good gal-as different f'om Loge |
as the devil f'om Sundy. Hits Loge's |
one good p'int-he thinks a heap Of is
sister,"
"Well," commented Uncle Nick with
his slow drawl, as the other paused,
''hit might be the maxim of OF Sine
If somebody could manage t pry
dollar r two off'n him, an as FIR Big
Jack, l low Their amt none of 'em
honein' FIR more truck with him."
He chuckled complaisantly, pos
slbly fancying that he had put a
neat and unanswerable
finish to the argument.
THAT amt it," Counterman pur-
sued, "Black Bogus an Loge are both
The kind that strikes in the dark"
Thunder ~
Uncle Nick's shoulder jerked away
rom the porch post, and the fisher
nan caught the glitter Of his deep-set
yes in the twilight.
"They cayn't come nothin' like that
IN the boy r I'll strike the warpath
n'self. Dunno but what I'll peel an
we on that cabin up the crick."
The old ranger sat erect and rest
ess. drumming with his fingers on
he porch floor and looking away
cross the narrow mouth Of Eagle
ollow to where Black rock poked his
umbled ramparts up against the
astern sky.
The clatter In the kitchen ceased,
lunt Liza's still sprightly, vastly posi-
i've step came across the cabin floor,
nd moment later the creak of her
ocking chair Joined the droning cho- q
us of the beetles.
"Wonder what Big Jack thinks o.
he way the parsons a-cuttln around
S gal?" Counterman unused. AN her
he best prize In the Flatwoods, even
: she didn't have a cent"
Uncle Nick fumbled out his pipe,
nocked it on the edge Of the porch
DOR, and filled and lit it.
IT knowed is father. Col. David
yarhope, when e first come t. the
up'rds of eighteen years
ack, an l knowed is grandfather,
Id Col. David Warhope. l fit Te-
lmseh an the Prophet under the
ran'father. The homestead wus
resent t him f'om Gen. Andrew Jack
IN. or Colonel David an young
olonel David, they wus both fine. up
andin' men, soldiers every inch, an
liz Jacks like 'em. Hits too bad the
had t. be lost t. OIL Slime,
A. the boy bound out to i'm. But even
}, he'd make heap sight more fittin'
an FIR Flatwoods gal than that
squinty-eyed parson.
eats the devil the Roadway he's
maxim with 'er. l wouldn't "a
fought"
mo good'll come of It," broke in
lie acid tones of Aunt Liza. 'Didn't
u see is carryin's on with 'er at the
ciable las night? Big Jack amt
IN t. be bound boy f'rever. She'll =.
lie the day she draps a tine lad like "
m an takes up with furrner."
cav, Liza" drawled Uncle Nick,
he parson amt no furriner he's br
'llege pr'fessor." ar
Don't talk to me-" snapped the tart sn
ice. II reckon l know what / see mr.
lth m own eyes. Mind what tell he
u, she'll rue it, an SOIL Sine Colin CIV
lettin' i'm harbor around like that, 20
mt keer If e did go t. school with dr.
en-.
81 bet y'u II 'er mother wus Twin
err wouldn't be no SIGH goins-on.
lnno what OIL Slime can be thinkin'
out- uothin' but money hoardin' an We
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