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The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1924-08-09
HOOSie7" Briefs

IRIS. JOHN LANCE, 81, of
INI Evansville claims to be the
81 youngest grandmother in
the State. Mrs. Oscar Harley, 16,
her daughter, is mother of a baby
son.
Upton is going to have a swim
ming pool, after weeks Of agitation.
]. n. Russell. ice manufacturer,
and T. D. Foster. cement contractor,
are behind the enterprise.
Henderson. KY. has invited the
Prince of Wales to attend itseannual
fox hunt. Hunters from southern
Indiana and northern Kentucky will
take part.
T. JOHNSON Of Decatur,
was go, the other day. He
celebrated by taking his
usual walk to his office, a mile
away.
John D. Harrington, ~, of GiIber.
field, KY. when arrested at Wash
ington, told police he had "bummed"
his way there to see thee monkeys,
which he heard abounded in Wash
ington.
Three day boards and a Lii coin
car don't go together, according to
Dorsey Allison, travelling salesman.
He saw three men in the abandoned
machine. unshaven and dirty and
gave them a lift to GreenSburg. He
stopped at police headquarters. In
vestigation showed the Lincoln had
been stolen.
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@1LAZIUS POPIK, so, of
TX Newport faced payment Of
LIZ $500 alimony. So he remar
ried his divorced wife.
The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1924-08-09
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY

H' GU listen to me beore you
do anything else" she said.
- You're going off half
coed all the time, and 1 won't
, 1924-10-22
FOR THE STATE LEGISLATURE
c. C. Caldwell D. E. Powers

MIR. Caldwell and Mr.. Powers are both well quail
lhed to represent the people of Park county in the state
legislature. They both have farming interests on the
ohoshone project and are closely in touch with the
needs OF the entire county. A vote for these two men
VIII insure that every interest of the county will be
sate-guarded during the Legislative session.
, 1924-10-22
FOR COUNTY CLERK
Fred Moses
Ernest j. Goppert

Mr.. Moses is one of the young business men of
the Powell community. He is cashier of one of the
Powell banks and is, an expert accountant. Although
a stranger to many of the voters at the outset of the
campaign, Mr.. Moses has made a good impression at
the meetings and will receive a good support.
, 1924-10-22
FOR COUNTY ASSESSOR
H. A. Phillips

Mr.. Phillips is seeking reelection on the record
he has made during his term of office. His work has
been entirely satisfactory and his office accredited as
one of the best administered in the state. Mr.. Phillips
is making the county an economical and. efficient Of
fcer and is worthy of reelection to the office of
county assessor.
, 1924-10-22
FOR COUNTY SURVEYOR
Howard F. Bell
Eugene Phelps

Howard F. Bell is the Republican candidate for
county surveyor. He is without opposition on the
ticket Mr.. Bell has served the county many terms
IN this position and the administration of his office
mas been satisfactory to the taxpayers at all times. He
gives close attention to county affairs and has CON
trlDuted his share to economy and efficiency in office.
, 1924-10-22
FOR ROAD
J. B. Wright

Col. j. b. Wright is the Republican candidate for
the road supervisor job. He promises if elected to
give the work of his office his closest supervision and
10 the end that the cost of road work may be
reduced to the minimum cost, and that the roads of
the county will be kept in the best possible condition.
, 1924-10-22
FOR COUNTY CORONER
j. H. VogeI

j. H. Vogel is seeking reelection on the Repub-
lican ticket. AS undertaken and business man at the
county seat Mr.. Vogel is ideally located to attend to
the business which falls to the county coroner. He
is well equipped for this work and during his tenure
OF office has established Il reputation for economy
which should commend him for reelection.
, 1924-10-22
FOR E OF COURT
Orilla Downing

ori1a Downing is Park countys efficient clerk of
the court. She is a daughter of the late Geo. S. Rus
sell and is conducting this office in the same efficient
manner which characterized it during the administra-
ton of her father. She is capable and is handling the
work of her office in a manner which is highly pleasing.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1924-12-07
Chapter XV-Joan

FIHEM were the days when this was
 mans country, when man could climb
 on his hoss with a gun and a rope. and touched Heaven and hell in one days rldln. In the old days sheriff that outlived his term was probably crooked and runnin' in hand with the leng-riders"
 "Long-riders?" queried Bard.
 "Fellers that got tired of workin' and took to ridin' for their livin. Mostly they worked in little gangs of five and six. safe in the bank one day and five days later they'd be two hundred and fifty miles away stoppin' train at Lewis Station.
 ''Now and then gang held together long known from one end of the range to the other. Mostly they held together because they had leader who knew how to handle 'em and who kept lem under his thumb. That was the way with old Piotto.
 "He had five men under him. They was all hell-benders who had ridden the range alone and had their share of fights and kill ings, which there wasn't one of lem that wouldn't have been good enough to go leader in any other crew, but they had to knuckle under to old Piotto. He had these five men, and then he had his daughter Joan. She was better'n two ordinary men herself.
 About thousand times, I guess, posses went out after Piotto, but they never got within shootin' distance. Finally Piotto got so confident that he started raidin' ranches and carryin' off members of Well-off ranch ers' families to hold for ransom
 'One time they held up stage and picked off of it two kids who was comin' out from the East to try their hands in the cattle business. They was young, they looked like gentlemen, they was dressed nifty, and they packed big rolls. So wise old Piotto took lem off into the hills and held lem till their folks back East could wire out the money to save. 'em. That was easy money for Piotto, but that was the they was waitin', them two kids seen Joan and seen her good. One of lem was Will liam Drew; one of lem was John Bard"
 He turned to Anthony and saw that the latter was stern of face.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1924-12-07

Steve, she sald, Wlth d quie. yeru' "that bluff of his has been as good as four of-a-kind with you for a long time. l never seen you make any play at Butch"
 He returned amiably: Hike to sit here and have a nice social chat, Sally, but l got to be gettin,, back to the ranch and m the meantime, Pm sure hungry"
 At the reminder of business green light came in the fine blue eyes of Sally. They were her only really fine features, Tor the nose tilted an engaging trifle, the mouth was a little too generous, the chm so strong that it gave, in moments of passlvlty, an air of stcrnness to her face. She turned back toward Bard.
 Sorry got to go-before finished eat ing-but business is business.
 "Oh, Steve" called the voice of Sally from the kitchen moment later.
 In the kitchen Sally spoke to him with out prelude. .,
 "I want you to do something for me-"
 He said suspiciously: "It's got something to do with the tenderfoot in room out there?" :,
 It was palpable hit, for she colored sharply. Then she took the bull by the horns. out of this town"
 Sure. Nothing I'd rather do."
 Are you double-crossin' me, Steve!'
 Why d'yeu suspect me? Haven't said I'd do it?"
 Shake"
 Back in the eating room found the ten derfoot finishing his coffee. The latter kept an eye of frank suspicion upon him. So the silence held for breeding moment, until Bard asked: "D'you know the way to the ranch of William Drew?"
 It was puzzler to Nash: Was not that his job, to go out and bring the man to Drew's place?
 He said aloud: "The way? Sure; work on Drew's place. "You don't happen to be going back that way tonight?"
 Mot all the way; part of it.'
 Mind if went along?"
 Nobody to keep you from it," said the cow-puncher without enthusiasm.
 By the way, W, 1t sort of a man is Drew?"
 He's a big feller; big and gray"
 "Ah-h-h," said the other, and drew in his breath, as though he were drinking.
 It seemed to Nash that he had never seen such an unpleasant smile.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1924-12-07
Chapter XII-Bluff.

|" E FOUND no dance in progress, how H ever, but in the otherwise empty eat
 ing place, which Sally owned and ran with her two capable hands and the assist tance of cook, sat Sally herself dining at the same table with the teEs erfoot, the horse-breaker, the tanner of gun fighters.
 'Hello!' he called:
 'It's old SteveH sang out Sally, and whiring from her chair, she advanced al most at run to meet him, caught him by both hands, and led him to n table next to that at which she had been sitting.
 My old pal, Steve Nash," said Sally, "and this is MT. Anthony Bard"
 Just the faintest accent fell on the "Mr," :" but it made Steve vince. He rose and shook hands gravely with the tenderfoot.
 "I stopped at Buffers place down the street." he said, land been hearin' pile about little play you made while ago. It was about time for somebody to call old Butch's bluff"
 He settled down easily in his chair just
The Birmingham age-herald., 1924-12-07
Chapter XIII-Butch Returns.

CALLY entered, carrying the meal of the S cow-puncher, arranged it, and then
 sat on the edge of Bard's table, turn ing from one to the other.
 "Bard,' stated Nash, 'is going out to the ranch with me tonight"
 Long ride for tonight isn't it.?
 "Yes, but we'll bunk on the way and fin ish up early in the morning"
 "When do you come back this way, Bard?"
 He said thoughtfully ;"Perhaps tomorrow night-perhaps-"
 'It ought to be tomorrow night" she said pointedly, her eyes on Nash.
 The latter had pushed his chair back trifle and sat now with downward head and his right hand resting lightly on his thigh. Sally and Bard sat with their backs to the door. and Nash half facing it.
 Steve" she said with a sudden low tense ness of voice that sent chill up Bards spinal cord. "Steve, what's wrong?", :,
 "This,' answered the cowboy calmly, and whirling in his chair, his gun flashed and exploded
 They sprang up in time to see the bulky form of Butch Conklin rise out of the shadows in the front part of the room with outstretched arms, from one of which a re- volver dropped clattering to the floor. Back ward he reeled as though hand were pull ing him from behind, and then measured his length with crash on the floor.
 Bard, standing erect, quite forgot to touch his weapon, but Sally had produced pon,, derous forty-five with mysterious speed and now crouched behind a table with the gun poised. Nash, bending low, ran for ward to the fallen man.
 "Nicked, but not done for," he called.
 That bullet had had very certain lnten- tions, but by freak chance it had been de- flected on the angle of the skull and merely ploughed bloody furrow through the mat of hair from forehead to the back of the skull.
 five an idea," said the easterner calmly, "that owe my life to you, MT. Nash"
 'Let that drop," answered the other:
 "A quarter of an inch lower," said the girl, who was examining the wound, "and Butch would have kissed the world good bye. Steve, run down to the marshaPs of flee; Deputy Glendin is there."
 "Is there doctor?" asked Bard anXiously.
 "That aint a case for doctor-look here; you're in blue funk. What is' the matter?"
 Y don't know; Pm thinking of that quar- ter of an inch which would have meant the difference to poor Conklin."
 "Poor' Conklin? Why, you fish, he was sneakin' in here to try his hand on you. He found out he couldn't get his gang into town, so he slipped in by himself. He'll
The Birmingham age-herald., 1924-12-07

And with that, St1l SmlnhS oC ac wv, folly in rather shamefaced way, he turned in the blankets and dropped the big coil of the larat over a nail which projected from the boards just over the head of his punk. The moose was outermost and could De dls. engaged from the nail by single twlst or the cowpuneher's hand as he lay passive in the bunk.
 On this moose Bard cast curious eye, and then he nodded smiling. =. q suppose that seems an odd habit to some men, but sympathize with it. have it myself, in fact. And whenever Pm out in the wilds and carry gun like to have it under my head when l sleep: That's even queerer than your fancy, isn't it?"
 And he slipped his revolver under the blankets at the head of his bunk.
 "Yes," said Nash, that's a queer stunt, because when you're lyin' like that with your head right over the gun and the plan. kets in between, it'd take you a couple of seconds to get it out"
 "Not when you're used to it. You'd be surprised to see how quickly man can get the gun from under"
 That so?
 "Yes, and shooting while you're lying on your back is pretty easy, too' when you've
 "Sure, with rifle, but not with re- volver."
 "Well, do you see that bit of paper in the corner there up on the rafter?'
 "Yes."
 The hand of Bard whipped under his head, there was gleam and whirl of steel, an explosion, and the bit of paper came fluttering slowly down from the rafter, like a wounded bird struggling to keep up in the air.
 "That's something I'll remember" drawled the cowpuncher.
 "You ought to-" answered the other, quickly, "it comes in handy now and then"
 They lay half facing each other, each with his head pillowed on an arm. The candle fluttered and flickered on the floor midway between the two hunks. Outside the rain was now beating against the flinsy room and walls of the shack. Abrupt ly Nash swung the conversation into new channel.
 "You was huntin' over on the old place on the other side of the range?"
 "Yes. Odd old shack over there."
 "Drew's old house?"
 ''Yes There's a grave in front of it."
 "And there's quite yarn inside the grave"
 The cowpuncher was aware that the other stirred-not much, but as if he winced from a drop of cold water; he felt that he was close on the trail of the real reason why the customer wished to see Drew.
 "A story about Drew's wife? I'd like to hear it'
 "Sensitively aware of Bard, as photo graphic plate is aware of light on exposures, the cowpuncher went on with the tale.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1924-12-07

get ten years for this-and a thousand if they hold him up for the other things he's
 q know-and this fellow Nash was as quiet as the strike of snake. If he'd been a fraction of a second slower l might pc where Conklin is now. I'll never forget Nash for this."
 She said pointedly: "No, he's bad one to forget; keep an eye on him. You spoke
 Are all these fellows something other than they seem?"
 "What about yourself?"
 "How do you mean that?" :;
 "What trail are you on, Bard Don't look so innocent. Oh, l seen you was after something long time ago."
 Owe got two things ahead of me-"
 "Well?"
 "This trip, and when I come back think making love to you would be more exciting than aRgun-play." That would be exciting, all right, if it wasn't so funny"
 He stepped close, eager, prepared for any wild burst of temper; but she let him take her hands, let him draw her close, bend back her head; hold her closer still, till the him, but when his lips came close she said quietly: Are you rotter, Bard?"
 He stiffened and the smile went out on his lips. He stepped back.
 "I am very sorry," said Anthony, will you forgive mel"
 And with her eyes large and grave upon him she answered.: q wonder if canv'
 Butch Conklin looked up, raising his bandaged head slowly, like a white flag of truce, with a stain of red growing through the cloth. He stared at the two, raised a hand to his head as though to rub away the dream, found a pain too real for a dream, and then, like crab which has grown almost too old to walk, waddled oh hands and knees. slowly from the room and melted silently into the dark beyond
The Birmingham age-herald., 1924-12-07
Chapter XIV-Foolish Habits

 turned. A swarthy man, broad of shoulder, was the first, and afterward appeared Nash: "Conklin?' called Deputy Glendin, and swept the room with his startled glance. "Where's Conklin?"
 "He had enough" answered Bard, "his go."
 Young feller," growled Glendin, "you ain't been in town a long while, but I've heard a pile too much about you already. What do you mean by takin' the law into your own hands?"
 Wait" said Nash, his keen eyes on the two, q guess understand. This feller bein' a tenderfoot, he don't understand our ways i; maybe he thinks the range is bit freer than it is. There ain't no use blamin' him i; better let it drop, Glendin.'
 "Nothin' else to do, Steve"
 Ready to start, Bard?'
 All ready"
 "S'long, Sally"
 Goodnight, Miss Fortune"
 "Evenin' boys. We'll be lookin' for you back in Eldara tomorrow night, Bard" And her eyes fixed with meaning on Nash: They had difficulty in riding the trail side by side, for though the roan was some what rested by the delay at Eldara it was impossible to keep him up with Bard's prancing piebald, which sidestepped at every shadow. Yet the tenderfoot never allowed his mount to pass entirely ahead of the
 
 ing toward Nash with an apology each time he surged ahead.
 Finally they reached an old house of which Nash had spoken-a mere, shape less, black heap huddling through the night. In the shed to the rear they tied the horses and unsaddled. In the single room of the shanty, afterward, Nash lighted candle, which he produced from his pack, placed it in the center of the floor, and they unrolled their blankets on the two hunks which were built against the wall on either side of the narrow apartment.
 When Nash stepped across the room be- hind Bard, the latter turned and was busy with the folding of his blankets at the foot of his bunk, his face toward the cowpuncher and when Bard, slipping off his belt, fum- bled at his holster, Nash was instantly busy with the cleaning of his own gun.
 The cattleman, having removed his boots, his hat, and his belt, was ready for bed, and slipped his legs under the blankets. He stopped and picked up his lariat, which lay coiled on the floor beside him.
 People gets into foolish habits on the range" he said, thumbing the strong rope curiously, and so doing, spreading out the noose
 "Yes?" smiled Bard and he also sat up in his bunk.
 "It's like kid Give him new toy and he wants to take it to bed with him. Ever notice?"
 "Surely"
 That's the way with me. When go to bed nothin' matters with me except that have my lariat around 1 generally like to have it hangin' on a nail at the head of my bunk. The fellers always laugh at me, but
The Birmingham age-herald., 1924-12-07
TRAILIN', By Mas Brand

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The independent-reporter. [volume] (Skowhegan, Me.) 1909-1955, 1924-03-20
OAK HILL

Oak Hill school opened for the
spring term last Monday morning with
Miles Carpenter as teacher who will
board with Mr.. and Mrs. W. c. Fletch-
er.
Mr.. and Mrs. Lee Owens returned
home last week from Centreville, N.
b. where they were called by the
death of Mrs. Owens father.
Mrs. Lillian Miller returned last
week from Waterville where she has
been nursing and will visit for Il
short time with her friend Mrs. W.
G. Fletcher.
Mrs e. II. Bates is caring for Mrs.
Arthur Kinney and infant daughter
who was born last Saturday.
Mr.. and Mrs. Ostie Wilder passed
Sunday with her parents Mr.. and
Mrs Charles Whipple.
Mr.. and Mrs. A. II. Anderson were
in Skowhegan last Friday afternoon.
DODLIN DISTRICT
Mrs. Carrie Tobey returned home
from Portland where she has been
taking treatments with DR.. Paul Cas-
tor. Mrs. Tobey is very much i'm
proved in health. Her sister Mrs.
Flora Seekins returned with her and
has been spending few days with
her.
A few neighbors gathered at the
home of Walter Mclntire, March y,
to celebrate Mr.. McIntire's birthday.
The affair was complete surprise to
Mr.. McIntire. Owing to the bad wealth
er only a few got out. But pleas
The independent-reporter. [volume] (Skowhegan, Me.) 1909-1955, 1924-03-20

ant evening was passed Refresh
ments were served during the even
ing.
Herbert Barker is saving wood for
Mrs. Susie Storer.
Walter Became is taking electrical
treatments in Skowhegan for his foot
Mr.. and Mrs \. n. Boyington of
Belgrade were calling on Mrs. Ella
SandfOrd on Saturday.
QUINNEBASSETT
Mr.. and Mrs. Howard T. Noble are
the parents of daughter born Fri
day evening, March nth. The little
one has been named Lucille May.
Mother and child are very comfort
able. Miss Beulah Robinson is as
sisting Mrs. Noble with the work and
caring of Mrs. Noble and child.
A. J. Robinson and sons. Glen and
Cyril. Mr.. and Mrs. Ira Knowlan and
son Morris who have been lumber
ing near Dead River since the last of
December returned home Saturday.
Mr.. and Mrs. q. II. Blaisdell were
Sunday guests ut II. S. Withee's.
, Mr.. and Mrs. L. Z. Rogers we're in
Skowhegan on business Monday.
Mr.. and Mrs Merle Sheaff were
Sunday guests of Mrs. Sheafr's par
ents. Mr.. and Mrs. II. G. Walker.
". ]. Beckim. an agent for the
Standard Brush Company of Auburn
was delivering brushes in this vieini-
ty Saturday.
Morton Harlow Of Mercer. passed
through town Sunday on his way 10
Madison.
The independent-reporter. [volume] (Skowhegan, Me.) 1909-1955, 1924-03-20
EAST NEW PORTLAND

The debate at Central high school
building last Friday evening was well
attended. The affirmative team of
Central high which was composed of
Mary and Eva Weimer with Marshall
Edwards alternate debated the mega
tive team of Arson Academy. The
question was Resolved, That the L.
S. should enter the League OF Ma
tons" w. S. Parsons acted as
chairman. The North Arson speak
ers were Mark S. Rand and Shirley
Allbee. The judges were Mr.. Brad
ford, Miss Ham and Miss Harris of
Kingfield high school. Principal
Williams accompanied the Academy
team. Prin. Steward accompanied
the negative team, Herman Bolster
and Raymond Hartman. to Madison
where they debated Madison high.
The independent-reporter. [volume] (Skowhegan, Me.) 1909-1955, 1924-03-20

the shoe shop at Norridgewock as
the shop is shut down for an indefi-
mite time.
Mrs. Alice Bigelow of Norridgewock
is visiting relatives and friends in
town for few days.
Mrs. L. c. Austin's daughter Pearl
of Skowhegan is stopping at her home
for a short time.
John Puffer is saving wood with
his power rig for some of his neigh
bors.
A. II. Buzzell is getting out pine for
the spring saving at the Tobey mill.
Ed Kierstead of Hoxie is hauling
logs to the TObey mill at this place.
The independent-reporter. [volume] (Skowhegan, Me.) 1909-1955, 1924-03-20

New y, Portland lost both d4A.,,
this was their first attemD' '' ae
negative team We're freshnes,D and
Miss Martha Emery of g.
spent a few days the last - s,AoShe
with her parents. Mr. and NJ, .ue v
Emery returning to Skowsaas., u
Sunday. "egah
Miss Gertrude Davis is all.
measles. SICK
The body of Mrs. Violo =,
Merry of Lexington. Nass yea
of this place, arrived here ,d iofa J
day noon accompanied nv last as
Bion Merry. Funeral ser,.;a net
held Monday az p. m. At 'n ,ts ,
of Mr.. and Mrs. +. G.. Fmar U'e
{. W. Rogers of North Ango,' =.
ed. The remains were nIaeaa On p
tomb. Mrs. Merry was a maui tu y
the Congregational church y, I
Portland, and formerly liva "a !! !
F. G. Emery now lives -
high school was not in sessio. ~
day afternoon ont of respecf tn.
Merry. 'o'
Mr.. and Mrs. D W. Emery W.,
Madison Saturday to attend Tho ~ =
al OF Mr.. Emery's' cousin. Iohn y \
er.
The independent-reporter. [volume] (Skowhegan, Me.) 1909-1955, 1924-03-20
NORTH FAIRFIELD

o. T.. Hall has entered the hospital
in Lewiston as a surgical patient
Will Rice has finished saving lum-
Der on the Hoxie place and will soon
move his mill to Winslow where he
has another lot of lumber to saw.
Y. r. Kendall of Bowdoinham was
in town Monday on business. While
here he was the guest of his cousin
!. NJ. Clifford and family.
Maryland Bickford is sick with the
measles.
Miss Doris Wentworth, r. y of
Portland is passing a few days with
her parents, Mr.. and Mrs. Henry
Wentworth
The independent-reporter. [volume] (Skowhegan, Me.) 1909-1955, 1924-03-20

Z. T. Clark has been drawn to serve
on the jury at the April term of
court at Skowhegan.
Mrs. Mary Longley wishes to thank
the friends who have recently re-
membered her by sending cards and
flowers. also Marshall p. Hale Circle
for frnit