The Filer record. (Filer, Idaho) 1919-1930, 1924-01-31
A Tale of the Flatwoods
By DAVID ANDERSON
Author Of The Blue Moon
Copyright BY The Bobbs- Merrin Co.

man the length o. the Wabash An
; then there's Loge Beiden they say
J moved 10 the OF cabin up Eagle boiler
last week with IL sister.
Cordwood-huh--he aln't no more
wood chopper than l be. He's a river
man. Come rom the K'ntucky noun
tains In the FIRST place, an use'n Z be
pearl fisher I'LL they run I'm ofrn
the river. l never kn0wed LOge. that
Is, what y'u might say pers'n1y. I
never seed I'm I'LL . tangled with Big
Jack In the post ONCE 4 other eyenln'.
but l knOwed IN sister. not the one
that's with I'm now but the--other
one-the one that's-dend-"
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 time
Wouldn't wonder he's harborin' up
thar. an II g Is. why Is 'ef An what
are they both-'r either one OF EN-
dom up hyur In the Flatwoods7 Hit
looks q me"-he bent toward his com
panlon~-"thcy'ye got Their eye on OIL
Slime Colin"
Uncle Nick sat thoughtfuiiy FUN
bling his chin.
'"Thatd 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
ritin', but he's got the CUTS rr any
thing; an Loge's or'n'ry enough rr
any dirt. Their ain't nothin' I'd put
a-past I'm. He's done time twice't |
Already. an would be doin II right |
now II II werdn't rr is sister. Thar's |
one good gal-as different rom Loge
as the devil rom sund'y. Hits Loge's |
one good p'int-he thinks a heap OF is
sister"
"WeIi." commented Uncle Nick with
his slow drnwl, as the other paused,
hit might be the maxim Of oil Slime
II somebody could manage T. pry a
dollar r two off'n him. an as rr Big
Jack. | low Their amt none Of EN-
honein' rr more truck with him."
He chuchled complalsantly. pos
afbly fancying that he had put a
particularly neat and unanswerable
finish 20 the argument.
THAT amt H." Counterman pur-
sued, "Blaek Bogus an Loge are both
the kind that strikes In the dark"
Thunder"
Uncle Nick's shoulder jerked away
from the porch post. and the fisher
man caught the glitter OF his deepset
eyes In the twilight
'Srhey caynt come nothln' IKE that
on the boy r III strike the warpath
m'self Dunno but what I'll peel an
eye on that cabin up the crIek."
The old ranger sat erect and rest
less. drumming with his fingers on
the porch floor and looking away
across the narrow mouth OF Eagle
hollow 10 where Black rock poked his
tumbled ramparts up against the
eastern sky.
The clatter In the kitchen ceased. :
Aunt Liza's stIll sprIghtly. vastly posi-
tive step came across tho cabin floor. :
aud a moment later the creak OF her $
rocking chair joined the dronlng cho- =
rus OF the beetles. q
Wonder what Big Jack thinks o.
he way the parsons a-euttin' around
Is Kalf' Counterman mused "An' her
he best prize In the Flatwoods. even
Z she didn't have cent"
Uncle Nick fumbled out his pipe.
Knocked Il on the edge OF the porch
ioor. and filled and M Il.
II knOwcd Is father, Col. David
varhope. when e nrst come { the
uprds OF eighteen years
Jack. an knowed Is grandfather.
ma Col. David warhope. l NJ Te-
an the Prophet under the
ran'father The homestead WIS a
'rcsrnt & him rom Gen. Andrew Jack.
on. or Colonel David an young
'olouel David. they wus both nne. up
tandln' men. soldiers every inch. an
TX Jacks like em. Hits too bad the
emestcad had 4 be lost 4 OF Slime.
n the boy bound out 60 I'm. Hut even
o. he'd make heap sight more fttin'
IAN ~ Fiatwoods gal than that
ump-backed. squlnry-cyed parson
eats the devil the beadwsy he's
.makia' with 'er. wouldn't a.
lought--~
mo goodii come Of A." broke In
,e acid tones q Aunt Liza. -pldnt
"a see Is carryins on with 'cr az the
,clsbie las nightf Big Jack sint
sn' 4 be bound hey rrever She'll =.
ie the day she draps q nne lad Ike ''
I'm an takes up with a further
-Aw. tlrs.- drawied Uncle Nick.
ne parsoa amt no turriner he's bu
,siege pr'fcsSor~ ar
'pont talk to me- snapped the tart IN
,iee Il rcckOn I know what I see h,
TN m own eycs Mud what I tell ~
". she'll rue II. an so1i Sine Colin sw
istttn' Ina harhor around ike that. ~,
'or keer u = dld 90 Z school with A.,
en-
Il bet y'u n 'er mother wus iivin'
Ier' wouldn't be 40 sich xoinson.
ammo what o. Sine can be thlnkin'
,out--noghin' but money hosrdln an we