Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1934-08-02

him cried down, booed of the platform.
rougn-housed, If necessary"
leave it to me-" Mr.. Rocky as
sured Babson. II owe the skunk a
poke myself. know just what to do"
Shortly after luncheon at the Circle
X ranch as Lorry Kershaw was about
to enter her coupe and drive to Valley
Center. RUDE Tenney came out of the
house with two six-shooters in shout
der holsters under his arms. Lorry
saw them as he struggled into his coat.
swell, who are you out to kill to-
day. Rube?" she queried jocularly.
Nobody, hope, but somebody if
have to. You heeled. Miss Lorry?"
Certainly not. Why should ber'
you're goin' down to that mass
meetin' in Valley Center. amt your"
"Yes."
SOS Nate Tichenor. / listened to
some talk while l was in town the
other day an it seems folks got an
idea Mates goin' to try to keep from
Forlorn Valley the water they're fixin'
to grab out of Eden Valley creek.
Somebody's worked up a undercurrent
feelin' agin Nate I'm sorter cautious:
like to have a few capable friends
In crowd that amt friendly to me-
Lorry got out Of the car, entered
the house, strapped a six-shooter with
full belt of cartridges, around her
waist, slipped on light coat to con-
ceal her armament and got behind the
wheel again. RUDE Tenney slipped in
beside her. and they rolled away for
Valley Center.
A crowd of perhaps five hundred
persons occupied the temporary board
benches Babson had provided in the
plaza and Babson was on a raised
platform just opening the meeting
when RUDE and Lorry arrived.
He was a good speaker, clear and
incisive, and had trick of uttering
those catch phrases which aroused the
unthinking. Babson proceeded to out
line the method of organizing an irri-
cation district, reminded his listeners
that there was but one source of SUD-
ply. to wit, the waters of Eden Val
ley creek, down which hundreds of
thousands of acre-feet of water went
to waste annually, as well they knew.
More applause. Babson next proceed.
ed to dilate on his plan for tapping
Eden Valley creek in the Handle. lead.
Ing 1t to the natural reservoir he had
discovered and thence down into For
lorn Valley. Adroitly he painted
picture of future prosperity, of bumper
crops. of increased land values. of
happy homes and the smiling faces of
little children. And then, suddenly
clenching his fist, he yelled:
But this silver cloud we see before
us has dark and dismal lining, nv
friends. We have in Eden Valley three
riparian owners, Nathan Tichenor, the
Mountain Valley Power company. of
which this same Tichenor is also sole
owner, and Miss Lorraine Kershaw.
sole heir to the Circle K ranch. They
have conspired to deprive US of those
waste waters for their own selfish
ends. Nate Tichenor informs me that
his company plans to erect a power
station below his proposed dam and
manufacture hydro-electric power. !
say, here and now, to Nate Tichenor.
that I think he lies. He proposes
erecting that dam for the purpose of
impounding the flood waters and sell.
ing them to Forlorn Valley at an ex.
orbitant rate.
II have here petition to the county
board of supervisors, requesting per-
mission to organize the Forlorn Valley
Irrigation district. It is necessary
that every farmer in the valley whose
lands are susceptible to inclusion
within the district should sign the petit
ton before this meeting adjourns. This
way, my friends. Don't crowd"
Nate Tichenor walked quietly upon
the platform. bowed to Babson, and
then to the crowd II am that Nate
Tichenor Of whom you have just
heard" he began.
Throw him out" a voice cried
harshly.
A dead cat sailed over the heads
OF the crowd and struck Nate In the
face. Overripe tomatoes and cante-
loupes followed in a veritable barrage
and, as with one voice, the crowd
shouted: Throw the outlaw out. ;.
The dirty killer, throw him out Does
he think we're crazy? Kill him.
Lynch him. Tar and feather him!"
THAT'S right" voice cried shrilly.
1t was Henry Rookby's. 1--WE haven't
any tar handy, but up the street
block they're spreading crude oil to
bind the top dressing Of gravel on the
highway. Give him a bath in that,
spill feather mattress over him and
send him back to Eden Valley"
There was a rush of a dozen men
toward Tichenor. They swarmed over
him. punching and kicking him; pres
emily, bloody and disheveled, he was
on their shoulders and they were run
ming up Valley Center boulevard with
him, with the crowd following. At the
tail of the crowd Henry Rookby fitted.
cheering on the work.
$50 you organized this, did your"
Lorry Kershaw's voice spoke in his
ear. Tag You're out !" And she
brought the barrel of her pistol down