Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 25, Number 56, Decatur, Adams County, 7 March 1927 — Page 3

The I Understanding I Heart I bv peukb.kyne I — ■ — §Hta»f’' r i tiii-m iI. Ixiikiir .farxM* ll aml " , hl . n'.iil 1. :..Hhk up JuneBB h ' "fH.w ||H followed "ns until he r ,11 .ill In', -t S.'fVi.f I’Oltd to t , thrrniKh the wsrs* ■''* , ht ~a | ,v hail crouched mi 'he ■ mwlioU' whil- lit'*' arom " l , m*Z< road would '■>?«> lilm over «hJ ■ ‘,;„m foot-hills and down to Mon- ■ STthe count hv ihe shor.-s ■Swe route. Ilowevr, he ww not ■ r, 1 lim , or ntih- saving mood this K ( afternoon. The mystery of the ■ of n.d. Mason s baby was ■ KriDK him. and for the purpose nt ■ * n «;elin ß -his ,„w -y he had ehos- ■ n this route home. ■ iialfwav up th. hillside he found ■ jVmn ' f a motorcar in the HiDOt 801 l Mason had described to ■ and pinned under the gaunt ■ riussix a burned, baked, blackened H-ltinit that had once been a mother. ■ The steel beam had crushed down ■ through her torso to such a depth that ■ the sheriff realized she had been ■ spared the horror of being extin- ■ rushed slowly, by fire. ■ On the license bracket the warped ■ ami blackened license plate stilt ■ dnni! hut tlie letters and figures had ■ been stamped into the metal and ■ their outlines could tie easily traced. ■ The sheriff made a memorandum of ■ them,"then lahotiously gathered wash ■ boulders in the bed of the little ■ stream below and piled them up and ■ over the body in such a manner as to ■ protect it from hungry coyotes until j I he could notify the coroner at Mon-, ■ (ague and have an inquest held on H the scene of the accident, after which ■ the body would he removed for burial. I it was late when he reached ■ home After dinner he went down Ito his office and searched through I the list of motor licenses with whilst ■ al! chiefs of police and county slier-, I iffs are furnished by the state motor | I vehicle office. As these records came I to his office from the state capitol ■ his chief "erk had compiled them in j I alphabetical and numerical order, and I it was an easy matter to discover the I name of the owner of that burned I automobile. g The Rheriff lighted h!s pipe- and ■ for a long time sat pondering liis ■ discovery. "Sort o’ looks as if God ■ A’mighty concluded, to take a hand ■ in Bob Mason’s affairs,” lie soliloquised presently. “Well. I’d rather get a poke in the eye with a sharp stick than do the job I’ve got to do. but —it’s just naturally got to lie done. So I’d better fly to it. Some more of the hell of my job as a sheriff.” He walked down the street to a pretentious house standing in the midst of a spacious lawn, and rang the door bell. A man came to the door and opened it. "Evenin'. Jim." sa-d Bentley, polite* There’s a little matter I’ve got to talk aver with you." Certainly. Come in, Zeke.” Ole led him into the living-room. “What’s on your mind ?” I "Where’s the misus. Jim?” “Visiting her folks over at Altras.” i “"hen were you expectin’ her hack?’’ "Well, I’ve been expecting her the past two days, but I reckon her folks decided to keep her with them a i little longer. Why do you ask?” Bentley ignored the query. “She had the baby with her, didn’t she?” Tea. What of it? Has anything happened ?’’ She drove over in your roadster?” yes, of course.” « The sheriff put his big hand on the other's shoulder. "Jim, I’d rather he shot than tell you what I’m here to l. 1 - Voll ' hut you've got to he told.; im. the little woman ain't a-comin'j ack to you." And then, with rc-j markable gentleness, he gave the de,ai a, while the other gat staring at . lni ' ® a >’>ng no word, not even weepThe baby wasn't hurt,” the sher- j went on rapidly, anxious to alleviate the terrible hurt he was inflict.'Jf' * teller tidin’ by a few minutes er the accident found the child, so “ Bay ed the youngster, and I'll bring To -0 you tomorrow.” j-f. hOj was—the—man ?" The sher- » auditor .wallowed aqicl spoke with I>ff.cult y . “i* m —beholden-to-rhlm.” “\ Maaon - You remember you kilitxV 01 * ll ‘ m ,wo y ears Ago for lae superintendent oT the Ilerw- M Hydraulic Minin’ Company? ria/ " e es caped from the convict aim a* 3 ! 11 * over in N °rte county lu< ' k would have it ” Qttent S ° n / The man 1 sent to San Muentin for life?" Jf®’ P ! Same feller.” ,»h, my God, Zeke!" I mights' 8 Whaf 1 sa >'- Reckon you ent wf’ ked t 0 t,le jury n 'l got him a better break if you’d : to°him ! h f yon waa to ,)e under . ater on - I always did figger son in?! a . mUe Revere with Bob Ma ' ua in that case.” "I .? eke ' Don ’t torture me.” 111 ’ You Sot enough without •ne addin' ** yi- •• * the babv is T' '’ ' eii ’ 111 hrln S "“0 don’t n i to y ° U tomol 'row night. I'll not tell yo Where the chiid is ’ hini?" 1 * Wason! Have yon recaptured Prefer 1 a " y ' '’ ’ Reckon you’d you’ll pv Pl ,„ alone now * Jim, so if 1 wouldn’t 111 be moseyin ' alon «- !n QUest tt> < , ome out to the coroner’s aud make i Waa you ' stay i!1 ,own aKe arrangements for the fu-

1 neral. You want to remelrtbMr the wife ns you seen her last- undMwtand. We’ll place her In a coffin and seel It. Good night, Jim. I’m most n mighty sorry for you.” lie stalked silently out of that stricken home and hack to his own comfortable bungalow. About an hour after lie came Jn he told his wife about It. | "I wish tlte poor devil could cry some," he complained "That’d help!" "The shallows murmur, hut the deeps tire dumb,” his wife replied, and for the first time In many years the sheriff remembered site had been a si bool-teacher before he married her. CHAPTRTI Iff. la d by Ilentley, tlie coroner and his jury motored out next morning to the scene of the accident and held the inquest. Anil when they had started hack for the county-seat with their gtuesome burden, the sheriff drove on. through the San Dlntas, parked his| ear at the foot of the Bogus trail and I climbed laboriously to the lookout siu[lion. Monica met hirn in the yard, j "I've come for the baby.” he an-j nouneed with his customary directness. "It belongs to Jim Kirby, of Montague, the district attorney who prosecuted Boh Mason." lie paused and looked down at her with something of the quizzlcality of a St. Bernard dog. "Reckon he'll tie the first to sign a petition for a pardon now; and | I’d bn ashamed of him if he didn’t favor a petition for a new trial so we could lug in our hearsay evidence to sway a sympathetic jury.” The girl sat down on the bench vnnder the sugar-pine and stared at him. "Affairs move with such rapidi ity lately," she announced presently, "I have difficulty keeping up with them.” "Yes, and they're. goin’ to movo faster from how on, Dale. Where's that lawyer-ranger?” "He left last night, after delivering the nurse." /\ reckoned he had. He's turned cncle Charley's little mules loose in Tantrum Meadows to mingle with my Baldy horse. I seen ’em as I drove up.” "How is poor Baldy?” * "Well, he looked sort o' reproachful 1 at me. settin' theffe in my automobile, and he give a disgusted snort when I drove on past him, so I reckon he's beginnin’ to take on his old interest in life. He’s got too much sense to leave fresh water and green feed, so I reckon I’ll leave him there a week. How’s our prisoner?” "The nurse says he’s fairly cnttt- ’ sortable and will lie up and around in tt month, as well as ever.” ) "Maybe so. but he’ll never look tinsame. I’m iayin’ yo uodds of ten to one, Miss Dale, Bob Mason’ll never shave th eleft side of his face ag’in." I Monica nodded. “The nurse says the corner of his mouth knd one eyelid will probably he drawn a little bit. but that a good plastic surgeon can cure that later. People do not have to lie ugly any more if they have the price of an operation.” “That’s right. There was a fellow - from -Xikely, over in Modoc county, that had his chin shot off in the war. and the doctors built him a new one and made a good-lookin’ young feller out of him. When he enlisted lie had a chin like a jack-rabbit—why, any judge of human nature wouldn’t have trusted that 'hoy for a flve-cent hag of tobacco. But the doctors made hint a big, firm-lookin’, square-chinned *W~W had forgotten what he uster iook like and he got a good job in a bank. They ain’t missed any money since, | either.” ! I "I suppose Jim Kirby is brokenI hearted," Monica suggested, i "He is. Added to the sorrer due to the terriMe death of his wife he finds j himself beholden for his son’s life to , a man he was responsible for sendin j to San Quentin." Monica pondered. "Well, perhaps I some good may come out of this for Bob,” she decided. “We 11 have to talk it over with Tony. So you've come for the baby?" "Promised Jim Kirby I’d bring the child home this afternoon. I got a box, with hedilin’ and covers, in the tonneau; I’ll take It easy and not jar the young feller on the way home. By the way, did Uncle Charley say anything about where he kept his supply of liquor? I had a notion that s what he was leavin’ you in his will." I Monica shook her head. “The secret died with Uncle Charley, Sheriff.” "It would, of course. That old duf--1 fer talked about everything else except that. Well, I'll have a chat with Bob while you’re gettin’ the baby ready. Sorter hate to give him up, don’t you?” f j “Boys ain't half"the trouble and ex- • pense girls is. Take me, for instance. I got sou what’s the result? I’m nobody in my own house' Well, lets see how this here Bob is fariu ***.»* When Anthony Garland departed from Bogus after installing the trained nurse at the lookout station, the thought came to him that he was very much in need of a bed and about twenty-four hours of uninterrupted slumber. With the Tantrum Meadows (station burned he faced the prospect lof sleeping in the open, at Ranger Headquarters If he cared to ride some fifteen miles to get there, or in the alleged hotel over at Dogwood Flats. | “It's a toss-up between saddle-galls and bedbugs," he declared, and spun a half-dollar. "Dogwood Flats it is—and if there’s a flea or a bedbug in Dogwood that can awaken me once I get to sleep, it’s a sure sign I’m in failing health." it was past the dinner hour at the Dogwood Flats hotel when he reached there, and with his customary stupid indifference tp the comfort of his guests, the proprietor declined to bestir himself in the matter of food. "The dinin'-rooru's closed,” explained everything, so Garland betook himself to the general store of the Hercules Hydraulic Mining Company anjj invested in crackers, sardines, and near- 1 beer. While he was seated on a nail- j

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keg eating, John Thnrlnw, the super- 1 intendent, rnme out of tip* mining company’s office In the rear of the general store, "God evening, Ranger,” he greeted Garland clvlTly. "1 suppose you're pretty well tuckered out after th'-| events of.the past three days." “A houseless, hotnesless, hunted' j wretch. I wander through Die world," i Garland quoted. "Why doesn't the mining company erect a hotel and run that growling, disobliging Boniface off the earth? He wouldn't even consider setting some cold victuals before lne."j Thurlow smiled, "if the company planned to operate here indefinitely I we might consider your propsition, I Ranger, if for no reason other than sympathy. All the ground we have will be vaslted up In about a year, however, anil when we pull out of Dogwood Flats litis settlement will soon he hut a memoey." "A hitler memory, methlnks." "Somebody told tne you were In here yesterday and bought some lumber for a coffin for Uncle Charley ) Canfield.” j The ranger nodded and described briefly Uncle Charley's last day on earth. Tlmrlow listened ( corefully and had the good sense not to ask qtiex-i tions out of the commonplace. "Dili the old hoy have any relatives?" Tie inquired sympathetically. "None that anybody ever heard of. i Tlte only person left to mourn his passing is Miss Dale, the lookout up :on Bogus. He was her uncle by choice, 1 imagine, owing to the fact I that her father and Uncle Charley had been partners for about twenty ( years.” "Oh, the old man was ITnele Charley to everybody who knew him. lie was that sort of man. Did he leave any estate to speak of? It was generally believed Uncle Charley had a few dollars in the bank at Montague.! He cashed a check here occasionally." Garland thought he knew how this Dank account had originated. It was, undoubtedly, founded on the five thousand dollars Ashford Dale had paid] for the section of land Thurlow had f been negotiating with Uncle Charley to secure for his company. He decided. with his lawyer’s instinct, to let Thurlow do some talking. CHAPTER 44. “Oh, I suppose old Uncle Charley managed to run into a little placergold from time to time," Garland replied lightly to Thurlow. “His needs were trifling. I understand, too, he! made a very excellent brand of moon-' shine whisky and sold some of it locally." "No, strange to say, he never sold a drop of it. Just gave it away to his particular friends. That’s why the local authorities never bothered him. ! wonder if the old man left a will ” Garland was instant+y alert. Law-yer-like, he would volunteer no Information which might, eyen remotely, prejudice his client's Case. So he sparred. With his humorous grin he I replied: “Can you imagine Uncle Charley wanting anybody to administer an estate consisting of a pair of ffheient little pack-mules, a couple of packsaddles, some picks and shovels and a few odds and ends,?” “I’m no# so certain he didn't have some money in hank," Thurlow insisted. ‘‘Somebody ought to search his cabin and seek for*a will among his effects. That old man wasn’t half the fool most ppopte thought.Jie,.was, and -if--tee had souie money in hank he would have made a will and left it to that Dale girl on Bogus Lookout.” J Garland pondered this statement deeply. "Come to think of it. Mr. Thurlow, there is food for thought in your suggestion. What makes you think he would leave his estate to Monica Dale?” “They tell me hereabout that Uncle J Charley worshiped her. Used to call her his little gal and brag how his old partner, Ash Dale, left her in his charge. It is resasonable to suppose she would be his heir.” ( "Well, of course, he owned that secItion of land to the north of Honey Valley, mit it’s worthless, although Miss Dale’s father always believed it was auriferous.” Thurlow gave him a straight look. His Health Ruined j By Constipation Tells How He Got Quick Relief. No Sign of Trouble Now. “For five years I suffered with liver trouble and constipation. My bowels were so sluggish they would hardly act more than once a week. My complexion was yellow and I was all run down. My appetite was poor and I had a disgust for food most of the time. I went down to 136 pounds, and my vitality was so low I just had no pep at all. I felt lazy and wanted to sleep all the time. I tried different medicines and nothing did me any good. Then i a relative recommended Viuna. Before I had taken half a bottle I felt better, and by the time I had taken the second bottle I had g’ained 4 pounds and could eat anything, had a good, healthy appetite and was feeling fine. All that drowsiness was gone and \ would get up in the morning full of pep. It has been three months since I bought my first bottle of Viuna, and I believe I can truthfully say that I am entirely well. I have gained 20 pounds, and never felt better in my life.”—Paul D. Bragdon, 1523 Cedar St., Anderson, Ind. , , . Viuna acts promptly on sluggish bowels, lazy liver ami weak kidneys. It purities the blood, clears the skin, restores appetite and digestion, and brings new strength and energy to the whole body. Take a bottle on trial. Then if you're not glad you tried Viuna. your nionev will be refunded. $1 at druggists, or mailed postpaid by Iceland Medicine Co., Indianapolis, Ind. VIUNA , The vegetable regulator Soid By CALLOW & KOHNE

te’ — ' Y "Arc you certain Untie Charley nld n’t ; make a will?? he queried again. ) Garland's glance met his, held It. r His high eyebrow waa eloquently in- t lerrogratlvu. "Because if lie didn’t.” Thurlow , I went on, apparently answering RaT--, land’s unspoken query as to his inter- ; I I Xt in the matter, "it'll he u damned , shame." "Yon mean, if lie didn’t make a | will and leave his entire estate to Mo-m blca Dale?" | Thurlow nodded. ,"l have seen Miss!] Dale hut twice, hut she impressed me , as a very superior sort of girl to have been raised in these backwoods. To I me she’s somewhat of a tragic figure ( 1 often think of her In her lonely, 111 i paid job up on Bogus. . . . She’s been down here twice since 1 took over this ] job, to purchase supplies — aud the ] second time 1 saw her here 1 introduced myself. An interesting per- , sonality. I hoped she'd invite me up — but she didn't and I understood why i urul liked her for It . . . shed heen , safe enough, hut — Damnation. I hope ] that old man left a will naming her . a; his sole legatee.” "Unfortunately, Uncle fharley’s (1 *ath was very sudden. Os course he had Miss Dale earlier in the day , oi your offer to him of one hundred i and fifty thousand dollars, plus his income tax, for that hill SBttion. In) fact, he told her that as soon as he ] received your check he was going to| endorse it to her.” I Thurlow's grimace was almost painful. "Yes. 1 offered Ucclq Charley that because he was Uncle Charley," ] Ihe admitted. "He had one leg in the j g ave and no relatives to leave the money to. so I decided to try him out 'on an offer that would mean a vast fortune to him. However, if that Miss Dale should file a will for proI hate and he named in that will as his sole legatee. I'll see to it that she receives considerably more for that section than 1 offered Uncle Charley.” "What has induced this philanthropic state of mind, Mr. Thurlow?” "That fire yesterday. A business ' deal is a business deal, aud we're all out to make as much as we can—-as much as the other fellow will let us get away with. But I didn’t kuow about Miss l#ale then —how close she was to Uncle Charley. “I've been talking to some of the ’ Dogwood Flats citizens since Unde Charley died and—well, when that fire was raging up the west slope of Bogus while another fire raged across 1 tlte eastern slope and kept me from .•riding up there to save her. provided she needed saving. I —well. Ranger, I gut to thinking more and more what

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a tragic, helpless girl she is, "I thought how tine it would he If she could only escape from these hills; and all day long I've been wondering If Uncle Charley made a will when he discovered he wasn't going to have time to sign a deed. I figured, of "bourse, that the reason ho went up on Bogus was to tell her all about my offer, aud to make plans for her future when the' money should have been collected . . . poor old duffer. I don't think lie had a very happy death." Tony Garland looked at John Thur low with new Interest. "Dow long is j It since you liitroditced yourself to Miss Dale?" he demanded. "About two months ago." ■liarland's quizzical little smile fobbed his next sentence of the least tincture of impertinence. “You’ve been a trifle bashful or dilatory or hesitant, haven't you, Mr. Thurlow?" “1 see what you're driving, at, Ranger. You're a man of considerable penetration. However, I figured I’d turn this Uncle ('hurley deal before commencing my visits to Bogus. 1 had a little money but not enough—and l didn’t want to court that girl until I could —I wonder why the devil 1' mconfiding all this to you?" "Never mind why. You wanted to close this Uncle Charley deal so you could play the Prince to Cinderella. Wasn’t that the way of it?" Thurlow nodded, embarrassed a little. i , “You’re a mighty decent chap, Thurlow, anti on Miss Dale’s behalf 1 thank you for your chivalrous attitude. And I’m almost sorry you've lost. You have lost, you know. You'll have to forget your dreams because I’m the fair-headed boy on Bogus." Thurlow’ studied his boot-tips a minute. "Got the inside track on me, eh-” “Yes, but the information is confidential.” "I think you’re much too lucky for a forest-ranger.” “I am. And she's out of luck. I ; thought I ought to tell you now before i you begin dreaming more dreams.” “Thanks.”, “Now that we've settled that issue." ] Garland resumed, “are you still will-! ing to play the Prince to Cinderella,! if opportunity offers?” “I’d do anything in reason to make ! that girl happy. I think I’d loan you money, if I had it, to marry her and take her away from Bogus. I’ve heard all about her. She wants to escape. She’s hobbled —caged. She's breaking her poor heart against these eternal ! hills.” Copyright 1926 Peter R Kyne by arrangement with King Features Syndicate. Trie ITO fiR CQVMMTtni I

Mysterious On Mountain Side Stirs Hopos Os Villagers Munich (United Press) Each spring from time Immemorial, inhahlianhi oft tlte town of (Hierstaufea, m tled In tlte Bavarian Alp*?, have seen 1 lie* digits ”1!I27” appear on the gaunt rocks on the Nagelfliih mountain chain. When the snow molts, this mysterious sign vanishes. The wierd spectacle, recurring each year, ha-t given rise t > legem | | dary prophecies regaining the oinln-j ons year l!i?7. Sometimes the figures are even discerned until late into the : itmnter. Scientist • have attributed the phenomenon to the effect of dampness, caused by melting snow, upon Tlte corroded rocks. Stone protuberances and sparse vegetal ion favor the periodic recurrence of this '‘miracle” Now that 1927 is at last well under way. cuiiosity in this neighborhood has increased. Peasant lads assert that they will find brides this year, young married couples-reckon with th<‘ arrival of their heirs before the year

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