Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 25, Number 70, Decatur, Adams County, 23 March 1927 — Page 6

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The Understanding Heart By PETER B. KYNE "Now what, would you do if my horse took a notion to run away?" Hob queried plaintively. "Don't struggle, man. I’m not going to hurt you —yet. Just answer tne a question. The rope Isn't so tight it's cut off your| wind. Whoa, Toby! Steady, boy.” He walked up to Jethroe and eased tlie noose a trifle. "Tell me, Jethroe, what business have you to discuss with Miss Monica Dale?’’ “1 want to talk to her about buying Honey Valley.” "She doesn’t own it' any more. She has deeded it. back to me, now that I’m out of the pen ad can use it again. If you want to buy my ranch talk to me.” “Do you want to sell Honey Valley?" Jethroe gasped. “No.” “Well, then, wo have nothing further to discuss." “Are you still going up to Bogus?” "No. it seems 1 haven't any business there now, Mr. Mason.” “1 heard the postmaster tell one of your roustabouts to have your gray horse saddled right after lunch; that you were going up to Bogus. You take it from me, you're not welcome on Bogus.” “Well, I’m not going.” Relief showed in the white face. Bob Mason grinned triumphantly. "Well. I am. and you've got an envelope in your breast pocket belonging to Miss Dale. Give it to me, you polecat.” Jethroe wet his lips. He saw no gun on Bob Mason and it occurred to him that the man was not on murder bent, otherwise he w-ould even now be dragging him across country behind l-hat devilish horse. Also, his superintendent. McNaughton, was approaching leisurely across the lot. He could afford to temporize, to be defiant even. "If 1 have an envelope in my pocket belonging to Miss Dale, you may safely leave it to me to see that it is delivered to Miss Dale. I know of no reason w-hy I should entrust her property with you. Mason!” “I’m going to take the rope off you. Jethroe.” “Do. please. Y’ott had no business to put it on me, damn you.” With both hands Bob unloosed the noose around Jethroe’s neck and while he was lifting the stiff rawhide riata clear of the latter’s head. Jethroe struck him furiously, left and right. The man was no weakling, and under the impact of both blows Bob Mason inconsistently sat down. “How many Jethroes do you see, Mason?” McNaughton called pleasantly. His lust for dtama was being richly satiated, albeit the play had taken an unexpected turn. Bob Mason swayed from his hips a little and then roled over on his back. It was a perfect knockout, and while he lay there helpless Jethroe kicked him

brutally in the side. Before he could repeat the kick McNaughton sprang at him and shoved him away. “Not according to the rules, Mr. Jethroe,’ he reminded his superior sternly. “You knocked him out, didn't you? That was fair enough. He'd already manhandled you and ruined your clothes. But a couple of kicks like that may easily enough kill a man —and I can’t permit that. Mason promised me he wouldn’t, kill you.’’ “Tell somebody to drag him away," 1 Jethroe panted, and turned to re-enter , the gate. But McNaughton’s hand i fell on his shoulder. “Just a min- ] ute, Mr. Jethroe. You kicked him i when he was down and that entitles ] him to another round. That’s the sec- I ond time you kicked that man when ] he was dotvn. And he’s getting up i now. There, he’s on his feet again. ] Tie into him now, Chief, and tuck hitn i away again. It’s your only chance. I And when you’ve knocked him out ] the second time keep your feet in < your pocket.” ] He stepped quickly in Jethroe’s rear, i placed both hands between Jethroe’s ' shoulder-blades and propelled him ' furiously forward into Bob Mason’s 1 groping arms. ] Through the little settlement rang i the joyouscry: “Fight! Fight!” From store and shop and shanty men. worner, children emerged; and while Bob Mason, refraining from striking a ! blow but holding his enemy in a tight embrace until his head should clear, J struggled and strained to retain his i prey, the men of Dogwood Flats came ' running to the scene. , “It’s a grudge fight!” McNaughton 1 warned. “I'll fire the man that in- ] and if I can’t fire him I’ll i lick him. Stand back, men. Don’t ] crowd them.” , “Thanks, McNaughton.” t,he mountaineer panted over Jethroe’s huge ! shoulder. “I'm beholding to you for ' that. Any particular rules?” , “He made the rules when he kicked i you. You can make your own rules ! now—if you’re able.” Jethroe was fat, but under his fat 1 he had muscle. Once, in his college | days, he had been an all-round athlete i of no mean pretensions and. although 1 years of easy living had sfotened him I and robbed him of his wind, he was 1 still good for a few minutes of whirl- ] wind action. With rapid, furious, i short arm punches he broke the | clinch—punched himself out of it as a i trained boxer does, then stepped back 1 to measure his man. He missed and in that instant was ' off balance for the fraction of a sec- ] ond. Mason leaped clear of the i ground and struck his opponent with ] his knees—Jethroe went down on his I back, and Mason kicked him until he 1 was exhausted, smashed his face in, ] left him lying there a oloody, bruised, ' unconscious mass. ] He stooped over Jethroe and re- i moved the envelope from his coat '

pocket. "Drop it." McNaughton command ed. “Yon had a right to kill him. If you wanted to, but picking his pockets won’t do.” "It belongs to Monica Dole and I'm going to keep It and deliver it to Iter. Read what it says on the envelope, Property of Ashforth Dale. If it doesn't contain un unrecorded deed to that, section of land Uncle Charley Canfield used to have- the section this animal has been trying to secure, by fair means or foul and mostly foul. I’ll eat the envelope.” “Well, open it up and see,” McNaughton suggested. ”1 never open other people’s letters. my friend.” Bob Mason replied. He gathered up his riata and walked toward his horse, colling it as he wont. “I'll have to ask you to give me that envelope. Mason," McNaughton reminded him. “And if 1 don't let yon have It — what?” “I'll have to take it away from you. I’m aimed.” Bob Mason laughed in his face. “Get out of my way or I’ll ride you down.” He mounted and rode straight at McNaughton, who dodged aside. With magnificent contempt and without one backward glance at the superintendent. who stood foolishly toying with his little pistol, the man from Honey Valley jogged off down the road and took the side-hill trail up to the hog's-back that ran east from Bogus and down the hog's-back to the lookout. Monica Dale came ont of her cabin as Bob rode into the yard. Without a word he handed her the envelope and bent low in his saddle, watching that sweet face, knowing that on it he would read whatever of joy or sorrow that long-delayed message might, contain. CHAPTER 62 “Well, here’s the deed to T’ncle Charley' hill section,” Monica announced as she examined the contents of the envelope handed to her by Bob. “Duly signed by Uncle Charley before a notary public at. Siskiyou Center—and the deed rims direct to

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me! I suppose father concluded to do that to save the cost of probating his estate. He was un old man and realized he might not live a great while longer.” "That’s a great help,” the man commented casually. “Wo ought to let Uncle Charley’s widow know about that right off. The news will <ave her a heap of trouble anil worry. What that old girl needs mighty bad right now is a job.” "She has it. Sim went back to it a week ago. My attorney, Mr. Anthony Garland, sprung on her an old document 'she had forgotten she had signed when Uncle Charley swindled her before she could swindle him. Her suit, has been thrown out of court Judge Kenly told her she didn't come into court with clean hands." "Anything else of importance in that envelope?” Bob queried, after relating t.p her the details of its belated discovery. "The night Uni le Charley died he said your father had made an affidavit —you know, about Kelcey picking up Bardwell's loaded pistol and the empty shells. Maybe he filed it in that envelope with the deed.” Monica looked leisurely through the envelope and shook her head. "Just a lot of miscellaneous papers of no particular value. Bob.” she informed him. She tossed the envelope on the bench under the sugar-pine and came to the side of his horse, took his right hand in hers, kissed It and laid her soft cheek against it for an appreciable moment. "You know what I feel, don’t you. Boh, old friend?" she murmured. lie nodded grimly. Yes. he knew how she felt and the knowledge stabbed him. She felt sorry for him — sorry because she knew he loved her —sorry because she could not return hit* love. To her he must always.be the dear old friend of happier days. “Don’t feel sorry- for me,” he murmured huskily. “I want you should be •nighty happy. I —l'm —headed for Montague tonight. Do you want me to take that deed down to Tony and tell him to file it for record? The sight of it will surely make that good ■nan feel mighty pert.” “You do like him, don’t yon. Bob?"

the girl cried eagerly. He reached over and permitted his scarred, hard hand to rest on her bright head h> ruffled her hair with unexpected tenderness, his calloused tiiigeis playing wistfully over her shell-like ear. “Yes, honey girl, he's got us much man in him us any of us males ever have. I don't reckon any of us are ever quite worth a woman like you. Most women, now. they just rattle and prattle and peik unci make a man think a lot o' things that aren't ho, and all the time they’re saying to themselves: 'What is there in this tor me?” But you’re different. When you’ve got something to say you say it, and a fellow knows you mean it but mostly you talk best and say more when you don't say anything. I'm right fond of you. Monica Whenever you need a friend to go to hell for you, send for Bob Mason.” Copyright 1926 Peter B Kyne by arrangement with King Feature* Syndicate. Inc (TO UE CONTINUED) o Cannel'on —A modern new city hall Is being planned for Cannelton. The town board has approved the proposition und Alfred E. Neucks, Evansville architect, has been engaged to draw up the plans, . oGirls Surely Become Popular when they use this new wonderful French Process Face Powder called MELLO-GLO—keeps that ugly shine away. Women rave over its superior purity and quality. Stays on so long —skin looks like a peach—keeps complexions youthful—prevents large pores. Get a box of MELLO-GLO Face Powder today-. The Holthouse Drug Co.

WASTED $1,330,000 In Adams County WHERE IT. WENT There are approximately 3,800 passenger cars in use in Adams County, of which about half are Fords. This leaves about 1900 of other makes costing on an average of approximately $1,200 each or S7OO more than a Ford would have cost. Had all these cars been Fords, there would have been a total saving in first cost alone of $1,330,000. Think of it, then add to it easily another $1,000,000 for additional expense of upkeep, operation, etc. Could Pay Off Bonds MR. MERCHANT ■ Think of it! $1,330,000 could have been saved if these 1900 cars had been Fords (in lower pur--51,330,000 is almost double the amount it chase price alone/ and this vast sum could would take to pay all the road bonds in have been used to buy groceries, meats, _ , , clothing, shoes, hardware, musical instruAdams County; or enough to purchase near- me nts, radioß> toaU electrica i ly every business building in Decatur. iences, etc. MR. BANKER Which Bank Window Think of it* Do you v * s * t tbe “^ ote Paying” window or „ „ OA AAA . .. , . the “Receiving Teller” window each month? Here was $1,330,000 for the first cost a one „ , * ... , .. .... . How greatly are life s problems simplified tor these cars (not to mention a still greater when one can deposit more money to his sum for upkeep, operation, etc.) which own credit? should have been added to the savings accounts of the people of this communitv. ~ ~~ ~~" Decatur Business Man MR. REALTOR —who employs several people came in and bought a Ford for his own use. This adverThink of it! tisement was being compiled and was shown Here was $1,330,000 for the first cost alone to him - He “ Yes - r° u are ri » ht ’ Tbil/ - o .. . ~ . . . I figure it costs me $1.50 to $2.00 every day of these cars, which could have gone into . ? . _ . .u r j to drive mv car. lam buving the Ford bebuildmg or remodeling homes and business cause it is good husiness . Moreover, I want houses in Decatur and Adams county. to se t an example of Thrift.” Enjoy the Pleasures of Motoring, but be sensible, be thrifty Buy a Ford and Save the Difference Adams County Auto Company Phone 80 Insist on Genuine Ford Parts W. Madison St

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