Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 32, Number 127, Decatur, Adams County, 26 May 1934 — Page 2

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f CLASSIFIED • ADVERTISEMENTS, BUSINESS CARDS, AND NOTICES k t FOR SALE FOR SALE —New golf bag and four new Wright and Dietzen golf chubs. Price reasonable. Mrs. Robert Stridkler, 1023 West Adams street. 126-g3t FOjfjjSALE lllini Soybean need and 2 mo-old Shepard pups—Floi iah"Geiruer. Phone 719-H Decatur - 136-*3tx FI'RJSALK —Early Cabbage, toniau>*4>etunia and snapdragon plants l.ats t ‘ flatduteh next week. 222 TweWth street. 126-g3tx SALE—Du roc Male Hog old euough for service, wanted to buy Heevx'ultitator. August Selling Jr. HuUra 1 Preble Phone. 125-3tx FOfpVALE 1932 Chevrolet coach. Exta-lleut condition. Owned by private party. Phone 1246. 137-k2tx FOIL SALE —Used desks, one flat tofrand one roll top. In fair conditiuu Cheap for cash. Sprague Furniture Co. Phone 199. 126k2t FOR SALE — 5 year old Jersey springer cow, fresh soon; 4 year old Guernsey cow, calf by side. Schmitt Meat .Market 126t3 FOR SALE—Four year old Guernsey cow anJ calf. Also two year old Pure Bred Duroc male hog. W. A.. Whittenbarger, 5 miles northeast Decatur. 125-a3tx FOR SALE —Used piano, S2O, cash. Sprague Furniture Company. Phone 199. 124-4 t BARGAINS you will find in our store. Living room suite, $35; 8piece walnut dining room suite, $65; bedroom suite, $45; mattresses, $7; bed springs, $6; porch swings, $4.50. Sprague Furniture Company. Phone 199. 124-4 t FOk SALE—OId Reliable Estab- - lidbed Gen'l. Merchandise Business. Must sell at once. Write or call. Box 62, Uniondale, Ind. 125a5tx USED CARS Indiana Truck $115.00 t hevrolet Truck ... $115,001 Ford Truck $215.00 Pontiac 1931 Coach. $375.00 Nash Coach $125.00 Essex Sedan $85.00 Chevrolet Coupe ... $ 185.00 Whippet Sedan .... $165.00 Packard Sedan .... $185.00 Priced Rishi and Sold Right Terms to suit your needs. Thompson Chevrolet Co. Decatur. FOR SALE — Received new shipment living room suites, $35 and up; bedroom suites $49 and up: oil stoves, $4.90 and up; mattresses, bed springs and congoleum rugs at very reasonable prices. Stucky A Co., Monroe, Ind. 121-7 t WANTED WANTED —Radio or eiectric work. Call Phone 625. Miller Radio Service, 226 No. 7th St. Apr 9tf WANTED —To buy 3 or 4 calves, 3 to 5 Jays old. Drop me a card stating price,.must Im* reasonable. Phtl L. Schieferstein. Route 7, Decatur. 126-g3tx o Test Your Knowledge Can you answer seven of these tese Questions? Turn to page Four for the answer*. 1. What does Ursa Major mean? 2. In which German state is the city of Nuremberg? 3. What is an ocelot? 4. Who said, “There's something Rotten in Denmark?” 5. What is flotsam? 6. What does the abbreviation MS. stand for? 7. What is the official name for Uruguay? 8. What is haemomglobin ? 9. Name the sister of the Roman Emperor Augustus, who was the wife of Marcus Antonins, distinguished for her beauty, Noble disposition and womanly virtues. 10. Who wrote the novel "The Lost World?” —o Get the Habit — Trade at Home — o Vppnlntiu»*nt of AdiiiiniNlrator Notice is hereby given, That the undersigned has been appointed Administrator of the estate of Edward Gailmeier late of Adams County, deceased. The estate is probably solvent. Edwin Gallmeyer, Administrator Frucht** ami Lit terr r, %tt«»ruey May J 6. 1!»34 May June 2-9

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MARKETREPORTS ' DAILY REPORT OF LOCAL AND FOREIGN MARKETS i LOCAL MARKET > Decatur, Berne, Craigvill .Hoagland Willshire, Ohio Corrected May 26 No commission and no yardage i Veals received Tuesday Wednesday Friday and Saturday 160 to 200 lbs . ... $3.30 . 210 to 250 lbs $3.35 . 250 to 300 lbs $3.30 . 300 to 350 lhe — $3.10 ■ 140 to 160 lbs $2.85 i 120 to 140 llm $2.20 : 100 to 120 lbs SI.SO : Roughs .... $2.15 ' Stags ■..... SI.OO ' Vealers $5.75 Wool lambs - $8.25 EAST BUFFALO LIVESTOCK East Buffalo, N. Y., May 26.- <U.R) —Livestock: > Hogs, receipts, 700; scattered sales desirable 170 to 240 lbs., steady. $3.85 to mostly $3.90; bulk ■ unsold. Cattle, receipts. 150; better '[grade steers and yearlings steady to 25c higher during week; medium and lower grades 25c lower: good I steers 1,100 lbs., down $6.50 to ’ $7.50: top, $8.50. Calves, receipts, 25; vealers. , steady; throughout week, $7 down. Sheep, receipts. 200; good to | choice Kentucky springers leniently sorted. $11.75: lambs 25c higher | for week; good to choice shorn of- I ferings, $9. — FORT WAYNE LIVESTOCK Fort Wayne, Ind., May 26. —(U.R) —Livestock; Hogs, steady: 250-300 lbs., $3.55; 200-250 lbs., $3.45; 160-200 lbs.. $3.35; 300-359 lbs., $3.15; 150-160 lbs., $3; 140 150 lbs., $2.75; 130-140 lbs.. $2.50; 120-130 lbs.. $2.10; 100-1 120 lbs., $2.50; roughs, $2; stags, $1.25. Calves. $6; lambs, $lO. CHICAGO GRAIN CLOSE May July Sept. | Wheat .9314 -91% 92% [ Corn 51%, .53% .55% : Oats 37*4 .37% .38*4 I — LOCAL GRAIN MARKET Corrected May 26 -11 l ■- No. 1 New Wheat, 60 lbs or better 81c , No. 2 New Dheat, 58 lbs. 80c i OatVO 31c White or mixed Corn 59c I First class Yellow Corn 64e Wool _ 20 to 25 cents COURTHOUSE Real Estate Transfer Mildra Dro Moser et al to Winda Rawley part of inlot 292 in Berne for SI.OO. Wilda Rawley et ux to Melia Dro Moser part of inlot 292 in Berne for SI.OO. Marriage License John O. Barton, salesman, Fort Wayne and Marcella Bouaser, 315 South Eleventh street. Decatur. Raymond Fogle, farmer, Geneva, and Ruth Ford of Geneva. o Agree On Final Form Os Measure Washington, May 26 —(UP) —Final form of the stock market control bill was agreed on by senate and house conferees today and plans were made to bring the measure up for senate ratifk ation Toueslay. In its final form the bill places control of the margins, which brokers may demand of their customers' speculative accounts in the hands of the Federal Reserve Board. All other provisions are left in the hands of a newly created commission of five to be appointed by the president. — —o Turkish Convicts Lectured Istanbul.—(U.R>—Lectures on the principles of the Turkish Republie are being delivered to 300 convicts in an Anatolian penitentiary. It has been found that their conduct has been improving in consequence of the lectures. Claims Oldest One Way Street Carver, Mass.— (U.R) —This town claims the oldest one way street in the country Savery Avenue was made a one way route in 1861 to avoid collisions of horse-drawn carriages. There never has been an accident on the street.

See me for Federal Loans and Abstracts of Title. French Quinn. Schirmeyer Abstract Co. N. A. BIXLER OPTOMETRIST Eyes Examined, Glasses Fitted HOURS: 8:30 to 11:30 12:30 to 5:00 Saturdays, 8:00 p. m. Telephone 135.

MINNEAPOLIS TRUCK DRIVER STRIKE ENDED (CONTINUED FROM PAGE ONE) guard- -3.400 men—have held the threat of bayonets and bullets over the city since Wednesday. Housewives became panicky and grocery supplies dwindled. Perishable foods soared to prohibitive prices and in the last

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SYNOPSIS Ann Haskel, taciturn, independent mountaineer, rules the little village of Pine Knob, in the Ozarks, with an iron hand. Though generally considered hard and unbending, Ann could also be extremely generous. A hard-working farmer herself. Ann disapproves of the useless life led by the wealthy vacationists at the Lodge. Among these, however, is one exception— Diane Carrol, lovely young artist, whose work means more to her than her wealth, yet Ann considers Diane's painting a waste of time. The latter, however, greatly admires the mountain woman, who sacrificed her own happiness for her son's future. Years before, following the death of her first husband, Ann had placed her boy, John Herbert, in the care of an old friend. Judge Shannon, so that he might be educated properly. She has not seen John Herbert since. In his place, she raised a ne'er-do-well stepson, Jeff Todd. Then, one day, John Herbert unexpectedly returns. Diane happens to be at the station when he arrives and offers the stranger a lift. They are trapped in the woods by heavy rain and forced to spend the night there. John Herbert confides in Diane that, although he studied ! law, his heart is in writing and he hopes his mother will not be disappointed. Thrown together as they are, a comradeship is formed such as Diane had never before experienced. Next morning, Ann comes to the rescue. As she approaches, John Herbert exclaims: '‘lt’s a woman! Look! She's wearing a man’s coat and hat. How funny!” He is stunned when Diane | introduces Ann as his mother. The ' latter, hiding her emotions, coldly I says: “I ’lowed you war Herb when I first ketched sight of you. I Favor your pa.” When he refuses his mother’s offer of a drink. Ann commands him savagely: "I ain’t awantin’ you sick on mt hands 'long with all the rest of hit.” ' » CHAPTER XV. “Cawn-plowin’ " was over. In the language of the Ozarks the crop was “laid by.” From now until the fields were ripe for the harvest Nature would work her mysteries unassisted by man. I From the kitchen of the Haskel house came a high-pitched, wailing song of the backwoods. Nance Jordan was singing. She accompanied her vocal efforts with a vigorous clatter of pots and pans. "A charge to keep I have, O Lawd, | x 0 Lawd. Km a humble pilgrim on my way. On my way. Give me strength to do Thy will, Thy will: Lead me safely day by day. Day by day. Let me be Thy—- “ Shoo! Shoo! Git out of hyear. you doggone ornery critters! First thing I'll have you-all in the pot, you-all don’t quit pesterin’ me!” The shrill threats were mingled with the sounds of cackling and squawking, scurrying wings, scuffling feet, and the vicious swish and thump of a broom. One wily old strategist, cut off from the line of retreat, escaped inw the livingroom. For a second >*■ two he hesitated, gazing fearfully about at his I strange surroundings, then, catching sight of the open door to freedom, ran for his life. For a brief moment the commotion was followed by the dreamy hush of the late summer morning and the brooding peace of the woodland hills. Then again came the clatter of pots and pans and the wailing song. The living-room of the Haskel house, in keeping with the exterior of the building and the Haskel place as a whole, was larger and. in a way, more pretentious than most living-rooms in the backwoods. The unplastered walls of hewn logs “chinked” and “daubed.” the low ceiling of roughbeams and boards, the homemade rag rugs, the cougar skin spread before the wide fireplace of native stone, the deer horns over the mantel, the firearms hang ing on pegs in the wall, the shelf with its ancient clock, and the rude furniture, were all common enough, but there was an atmosphere—a feeling—in the place which made it different. One sensed a presence, a spirit that was not the spirit of the typical poor-white backwoods farmer. Yet. Heaven knows, the place was poor enough. At the end of the room, opposite the fireplace, recently built shelves

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days of the strike even canned goods became scarce. Long lines of passenger curs filed to neighboring cities each night, returning laden with foods. Sam Levy, attorney for the truck owners, said the agreement probably would be signed by tonight. Hundreds of produce trucks were lined up at the city limits, awaiting the xero hour. Gov. Floyd B. Olson, exhausted by five days and nights of almost

of books filled the wall space between the window and the corner, ■ and extended from the corner to e the iloor of another room. By the e window was a rawhide-bottomed 11 chair and a new cheap deal table. • On the table were more books, a • litter of papers and writing materi- ! als, a student lamp with a green • shade, and a brown wide-mouthed ' jar with a scraggly bunch of J flowers. But it certainly was not these • cultural innovations which gave r the living-room its feeling of dis--1 tinction. On the contrary, thia book- • ish corner, having nothing in com- • mon with the rest of th* room, only > served to emphasize the hard povr erty of the whole—a poverty which ■ seemed to recognize no interests 1 other than the bare necessities of • life. The singing in the kitchen 1 ceased. Nance appeared in the ! doorway. For a long moment she

Ek 1i ( it Kr i “If Ann Haskel ketches you with that thar jug of licker, she’ll sure trim you aplenty, Jefferson Davis Todd.”

stood gazing vacantly about, then, with the characteristic slouch and listless step of the poor-white mountaineer, she crossed the room to that corner which was so apart. The front door and the window nearest the bookshelves were open. Had Nance looked she might have seen, through the trees across the road and beyond the cornfield in the bottoms, a glint of water in the sun, and beyond the river the low, for-est-clad hills rolling ridg* on ridge into the blue hazy distancejust as Diane had painted it that day when. Ahab and Uncle Jimmie first discovered her. Bur, the backwoods woman did not so much as glance at the familiar landscape. Had she noticed she would have heard the chatter of a squirrel somewhere in the timber, the lazy cawing of a crow in a dead oak at the edge of the cornfield, the bawling of a calf in the hillside pasture back of the house, and the matronlyclucking of a hen in the yard. Rut she gave no heed to these familiar midsummer sounds. Oblivious to her surroundings, she stood with the reverent air of a religious devotee gazing upon the books and furnishings of that corner. Slowly she put out a workwom hand and touched the things on the table. Carefully she wiped an imaginary speck of dust from the chair. Although she knew she had cleaned and filled the lamp that morning, she looked again to see if it was in perfect order. To her that corner of the room was a holy place. Her simple heart desired to worship at this shrine. In her dumb way she hungered to do something that would express her devotion. She rearranged the scraggly flowers in the brown jar. Suddenly her face lit up Quickly she went back to the kitchen and returned with a gourd dipper of water. With tender care she poured another spoonful or two into the jar. Her face beamed. In a hushed, quavering, voice she sang: “A charge to Keep I have, O Lawd. O Lawd; A charge to keep. I have- " Nance was se absorbed in her devotions that she did not notice Jeff Todd when he appeared sud-

1 continual personal negotiation « with the contending groups, said - that the troops would be wlth- : drawn "as quickly as possible.” The settlement bound employers • to pay a minimum wage of 50 t cents an hour, re-employ striking - men, recognize seniority rights » and adopt NRA code working / I hours. A union demand for arbiI tration of any grievance must be I ’ met within five days. t Building trades men will return

- denly in the open doorway. When ■, Jeff saw her ha dodged outside, and o keeping all but his face and on* I e eye hidden, watched her slyly, I jerking his head back whenever she !. turned her face in that direction. 1 With a lingering look over her - shoulder toward that corner Nance i returned to the kitchen. 1 When she was gone Jeff again f appeared in the doorway. He looked cautiously about to assure ■ himself that there was no one in ! the room, then stopped outside the • door. When he straightened up ■ again and stepped across the ‘h re-hold he carried a gallon jug. He was stealing somewhat uastesJ- - ily, and with exaggerated caution, i toward the door of his room on the i farther side of the fireplace when Nanee called from the kitchen: “If Ann Haskel ketches you with ' i that thar jug of licker, she’ll sure i trim you aplenty. Jefferson Davis , Todd.” i

Jeff stopped and faced about with sullen bravado. “Whose jug of licker d’you reckon this hyear is, Nance Jordan, heh” Wh.ise d’you reckon hit is?” [ When Nance, standing in the doorway, did not reply, but only i looked at him with marked disapproval. he continued, defiantly: i “Hit’s my jug of licker, that’s ■ whose ’tis. I reckon a man’s got a right to what’s his’n, ain’t he? I’d sure admire to know if he ain’t." As an afterthought he added: “If you an' old Ann Haskel ain’t likin’ hit, you-all can iest go plum’ to hell. Them that's my sentiments, Nance Jordan them’s sure my sentiments.” He swung the jug to his mouth with practiced skill. “You’re a-feelin' right peart this mornin', ain’t you?" drawled Nance, “an’ the morn'n’ not ha’f gone. You'll pull in your hawns mighty sudden when Ann finds you ain't a-hayin’ like she dene tol’ you to.” Jeff grinned. “I war a-hayin’ all right when she went past, a-goin’ | to the Ixxige. I figgcred they’d keep her thar a-taikin’ long 'nough for me to slip this hyear jug er moonshine into the house. I fetched hit last night. Been aimin’ to have me a little toot first chance I git.” “Ann Haskel’ll sure toot you when she gits home an’ ketches you at hit," returned Nance, dryly. “I ain't skeered of old Ann Haskel,” retorted Jeff, fortifying himself with another pull at the jug. “Jeff Todd ain’t skeered of nobody, Jeff Todd ain’t. This hyeai’s my licker, ain’t it? Didn’t 1 he’p make hit? I'd sure admire to know if a man ain’t got a right to a whiff of his own moonshine. I’d sure ” Nance interrupted him hurriedly. “You’d best hush sich fool talk. Jeff Todd.” She went to the door and looked uneasily about. “Sqrne day when you’re all lickered up an’ a-talkm’ big. a revenuer’ll ' hyear you; then whar’ll we-uns be’” "Shucks! Thar ain’t no call to be skeered. Have a drink.” (To Be Continued) C»,»vrigh«.. t>* Oaroid Bell Wright. Olfltth'v’nd b* King FMtur*a Srndlra!* In*

i to work Monday. I — - -o — Huntington Grocer Is Heart Victim , Fort Wayne. May 26 (UP) - i T. Guy Perfect. 56. Huntington. pro1 minent northern Indiana wholesale ■ grocer, died in St. Joseph's Hospl- ' tai here last night of heart disease. He was stricken suddenly yenter--1 day while attending a sales meeting here. — ■■ —o : Gat the Habit — Trade at Home

4JWI inc riaun • > WWW WW v vw.vvw SYNOPSIS Ann Haskel, taciturn, independI ent mountaineer, rules the little ‘ village of Pine Knob, in the i Ozark*, with an iron hand. Though generally considered hard and un- , bending, Ann could also be extremely generous. A hard-working farmer herself. Ann disapproves of the useless life led by the wealthy vacationist* at the Lodge. Among these, however, is one exception— Diane Carrol, lovely young artist, whose work means more to her than her wealth; yet Ann considers Diane’s painting a waste of time. The latter, however, greatly admire* the mountain woman, who sacrificed her own happiness for her son'* future. Year* before, following the death of her first husband, Ann had placed her boy, John Herbert, in the care of an old friend, Judge Shannon, »o that he i might be educated properly. She ! has not seen John Herbert since. In his place, she raised a ne’er-do-i well stepson, Jeff Todd. Then, one day. John Herbert unexpectedly > returns. Diane happens to be at the station when he arrive* and offers the stranger a lift. They are trapped in the woods by heavy rains and forced to spend the night there. John Herbert confides in [ Diane that, although he studied law, his heart is in writing and he hopes his mother will not be disappointed. Thrown together as they are. a comradeship is formed such as Diane had never before experienced. Next morning, Ann comes to the rescue. John Herbert is stunned when Diane introduces the crude mountaineer as his mother. The latter, hiding her ' emotions, coldly saye: “I lowed you war Herb when I first ketched sight of you.” Months later, Nance Jordan, Ann's housekeeper, is ‘ fondly arranging John Herbert’s desk when she catches Jeff, sneaking into his room with a jug of liquor. Warned against Ann's wrath. Jeff retorts he isn’t afraid of anybody and invites Nance to j have a drink. CHAPTER XVI. “I don’t want no drink.** “No? Not even a teeny weeny I nip?” •’No." “Huh! Ton couldn’t And no better licker’n this hyear if you was to hunt all over this country. I’m a-tellin’ you they jest natchally don’t make no better cawn lieker i nowhar in these hyear Ozark hills. ■ Don’t I know? Ain’t Jeff Todd a jedge of good licker? I'd sure admire to know if he ain't—l’d sure admire to know.” “My Gawd-a-mightyl Jeff Todd, | ain't you got no sense—a-talkin’ so loud? Mebbe thar ain’t no reveI nuers 'round, but”—she locked toward the book-corner as if such talk were not only dangerous, but sacrilegious as well—“but what if Herb war to hyear you? Ann Haskel’ll jest natchally kill you an’ me both if John Herbert war to find out ’bout the stilL Please do be keerful—won’t you, Jeff? Hit ain’t safe.” But Nance’s reference to Ann Haskel’s son served only to awaken i the man’s evil temper. “I reckon’* I how I’ll talk if I want to,” he retorted. sullenly. "My mouth’s my own, ain’t hit? This hyear licker's mine, too. I aim to do what I want with what’s mine.” He raised the jug defiantly. “Tain’t, neither, your licker, Jeff Todd,” Nance retorted, unmindful of the fellow’* dangerous mood. “You know good an’ well hit ain’t. Jest ’cause Ann Haskel done married your paw an’ raised you up don’t make nothin’ youm. I’d sure like to know whar you’d be if hit wam’t for Ann a-takin’ keer of you an' a-tellin’ you what to do an’ how to do hit, an’ a-managin' everything for you an' the rest of we-uns like she does. You jest wouldn’t be nowhars, that’s whar you’d be. You should take shame to yourse’f, Jeff Todd, alius a-bitin* the hand what feeds you.” The man’s eyes narrowed wickedly. “You’d best shet your mouth, Nance Jordan, 'fore I slap hit shet.” “You don’t dast to tech me. Jeff Todd,” shrilled Nance. “You lay your hand on me an' Ann Haskel ” “Shet up, 1 tell you," the other snarled, with a threatening step toward her. Nance drew back fearfully. “You ain’t so mighty much that you can belittle me," he continued, with a malevolent leer. “Everyj body, knows you ain't never been I nothin' but Ann Haskel’s slave, | slit’s jest like she owned you, same as folks used to own niggers. You

Public AuctiJ™ I Will sell at public auction at m y » lr ,_ , IrjMF ' Ohio, on - mil h TUESDAY, May 29th. lt 12 All of my persona! property, Horses, Cattle u P lto menta. Hay and Grain, etc. Am closing out enbrei OTTO STOCKDaij, 13 Roy S- Johnson, auctioneer. Eon <>< >

act an’ talk like Ann war Gawd-a-i mighty. Wai, she ain’t.” | “Ann she’s sure been might; good to me, Jeff,” whimpered Nance. “She’s been good to you, too, a-raisin’ you up like you war her own son. A body’d think ’’ “Shet up. Ever since that boy of hem come home I been a-fixin* to say my say. He’s that high-headed a body’d think I war dirt under his i feet Whar’d Ann Haskel git this place? Hit war my pappy’s place . when she married him, wam’t hit? If pappy hadn’t ’a’ gone an' got ; hisse'f shot to death by them danged revenuers, wouldn't nothin’ be hem. She ain’t never keered 1 nothin’ ’bout pappy bein’ daid. She ' ain’t never keered nothin’ 'bout me. ■ All she's ever wanted war what she could git out of we-uns for that • dad-burned boy of hem—the whiteI faced, ycller-livered pup!” “Now, Jeff, you ain’t goin* to 1 fault Herb. 1 jest won’t hyear • you.” “Shet up I I’m a’talkin’ this 1 mornin’; you listen. Who’s worked ’ this place for Ann Haskel? I have, : that’s who. Whar’d she git all the I money to keep her own boy in i school ever since he war knee high ’ to a duck? I made hit for her an’ ; you know hit good an’ well. She i ain't never done nothin' but boss 1 things an’ take the money. An' 1 hyear lately since he’s come home ■ from gittin’ all educated an' every--1 thing, hit’s worse than ever for me. I Calls hers'f Haskel, jest as if • marryin’ pappy don’t count! What 1 if she war a Haskel 'fore she mar- ■ tied into us Todds? Name of Todd’s good 'nough fer her or any1 body else on Gawd-a-mighty’s 'artn. I’m a Todd, I am. an’ the Todds I ain’t never truckled to no Haskel, I never—ner to nobody else." 1 Nance spoke soothingly: "Ann 1 done tol’ me how she keeps the 1 name ’count of Herb bein' a Haskel. ; She ain’t never had no children > with narv other of them men she 1 war married to, an' John Herbert’s I the last of the Haskels." ' “Yeah—wal, the Haske’ tribe sure come to a mighty little end in him. He ain’t no part of a man. Why don’t Ann make him work same’s she does we-uns?" , “He does work," “Work, heck! He ain't never done a lick since the day he war borned. He’s been home nigh onto ’ a month now an’ ain’t lifted a hand 1 —jest sets ’round with a book when • he ain’t a-playin* with their* folks ' at the Lodge or lollygagin' with that thar artist gal, Diane Cihrol.** “Herb ain’t like we-uns, Jeff. • Herb's got Famin’. He works at studyin’ an’ writin’ an'—an’—sich.” ! “Yeah. I done hyeard ’bout book fellers like him. I’d sure admire , to see some of his writin’s ” i “You wouldn’t know what they ■ war all about if you war to see I ’em. Herb's writin’s ain't for sich i as we-uns; they’re poetry-writin’s.” t There was a silence for a little 1 while Jeff nursed his grievances. i Nance watched him uneasily, ’ looking with quick glances toward i the door. ) Presently Jeff said- “I seed him L an' that Carrol woman down by the river yesterday. She war all fixed i out with her artist traps like she ( war aimin’ to make a pitcher. But ( she wam’t paintin’ no pitcher, an’ . he wam’t studyin’ no book, neither. r I know 'cause I war a-hidin’ in the s bresh a-watchin’ ’em. He went t a-ridm' with her all Monday after- > noon. Tuesday they war down to Cartwrights' on Shady Creek all . day. Wednesday night they took I a boat an’ nulled up the river. I seed ’em in the moonlight. Workin’, heck! I’d say they war a-workin'." ; “I reckon folks like Herb an’ ( Miss Diane has a lot to talk about , that folks like we-uns can’t under- " stand," returned Nance, slowly “Huh! I can understand right I smart of what I see. Thar's more'n me a-takin* notice, too. ’ Folks as far away's Swamp Valley . air a-talkin’ 'bout 'em She is jest a-pretendin’ to paint pitchers fer a blind. She’s a-snoopin' 'round hyear j fer somethin’ else. An' she's done got Ann Haskel’s boy- a-helpin’ her Thar's sure goin’ to be a heap of ■ trouble if Ann don’t stop 'em.” > “Shucks! That's all jest your fool talk, Jeff Todd.” retorted ' Nance. “You been a-noticin’ Miss ! Diane too much fer your own good. • You’d best mind your own ousi-! ness. She ain’t aimin' to make no • trouble fer nobody. John Herbert > ain’t, neither—even if he is so pisen set ag’in licker." Jeff raised h’s voice suddenly : "What I’m wantin’ to know is . what’s Ann Haskel aimin’ to do ■ with him now she’s done got him i raised up to what he is? Why don’t she set him to he'pin’ me with i the hayin’ or make him give us a i hand at the still?”

■ vhty; 1-haiu.J./. Epi Jo ,lns ’ ' - usar.j ; b ' ■ ' 1 ■'-he'd dotor fc** H ‘ hinted 'bout hit to Ann sujn nir ‘ririttm' ' watch ’’ “‘■rHaE, Herb'* " he byajf'R. jefte ' ' ' •' brr'-ELM < to T,; . ' f the Hi . the rjom a ■ v " r.g extra BN •f en -at he * n, h’ SV ""'-.v !y ra ■ i' • > ve< tra ' ' : !■„ Bs u ■ frott hi- rad v '" ■ ttXs »ee JeJ * hnd, « : :■ ■ E' S Praj "a -it " ' : JESR. of her ’"' r :ilw lr,uMb«l . '.' v < pected < < Tne it v,' ■■ - ’he that ■ ■' >■- - ' ■■ t-> her iiiitr.Ke gnu u ' '' r&e ruw glorified. Jell n. /.I' red h uljKe term • MU..4W! N. s—to t' y ■ and pent . BISmI Th. <-, n gre, :-f kmclv •. ■''- Y Nance I” ■Biici I The w voice gentle. ' ii j He g , ■ - Again : up. look'd a-hi’ Silently took bis ha‘ from hung . on in the nail. stood as wait'.nj. did not 10-'k up or timidly. ■■ ms l:ke smart ho- n hit He did n ' appear “Would’'t you like fetch y ■ cool I moan. I u r’t hitfreiHW hB spring. Can I?” “Thank ; “Have tuck posies I rxc;: ain't rr . 'I 'em. IV” ■ d.'-.i* sort a place. i'koto mt He 1. ■ n iiy flowers ' w> are be.T. Vance fui of you. I'm h-nd of “Your ma"’ she's CtwTra Ixxige with aiggs." I d “Yes?” L . > J “Yeah 'll be bad ■■ Them Lodge L iks sure j««g| heap of siggs—'bout “Tofi can make out to lay. JefT brute m with laugh. "Au-, heck! aiggs Ann lui’kel Lode-f The w. - ■ ” her voice -hrdled 3 I furv. “You'd best be Todd. Take your jug «■ hyear 'fo' "ir mouth mess of tronnle you of ” John H. a'tacbedjM importance plea-ar- u be men .'■M toward Jeif and went O' v writing. 1 | < To Be t'on-mow'M ■ Olilrlbuud O' l'-‘