Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 12 October 1936 — Page 17

BEGIN HERE TODAY Ap Caroline Meed live on a Bine Grass farm with their indolent grandfather, Major Meed, and two old Negro servants, and Zeke. ite is engaged te Morgan Prentis, iz neglected by him for Eve Elwell, home from college. tf Meed goes on a spree and is for by the girls and Althy and « Kate and Caroline start to Louiswith Zeke to deliver four baked hs ordered by a club. Their sedan is 1 by a ear with an Eastern license. driver, a stranger, gives them $30 repairs and consents to take the two and the hams fo the city. En route ® asks te buy the formula for curing #nd cooking the ham. Kate writes out formula and asks $500 for it. He ly pays the sum when Kate informs “that she has seen him steal the nse plates from their damaged car. girls bank the money and buy a new . for Kate to wear to a dance. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY

CHAPTER FIVE OWN at State University a L¥ young man of 24 had just 1 re‘ceived his diploma. +Thomas Jefferson Howard was name. - ‘There had been no one there to him graduate—no one who beJonged to him, that is. He was the Jast of his clan in that rough mounfain county that fringed the lowlands and was yet a part of the hills ‘

+ “He had come down at 21—three years ago—“to finish his learnin’” at the university of his native state. ‘During those three years he had accomplished a four-year course, studying even during the summer ‘weeks to win his credits. Through it all, he had been shy and proud and sullen, knowing himself to be different” and resenting it. It not merely that he was older jhan the youths around him. He Was unmistakably “mountain” in Speech and gesture and appearahce. Mountain, too, in his silences d his suspicious reserve.

= Going to his boarding house, he

‘went into his room and slammed the door behind him. He still “Wore his cap and gown, and as he Jooked at himself in the mirror he laughed harshly.

“Thought it 'ud make a differhavin’ a di- |

he in your looks, ploma, didn't you, Jeff? Well, it didn’t. Exceptin’ to make you look gillier, walkin’ around in this fool get-up.”

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had crossed the campus, half an hour ago. A very pretty girl. She had been strolling between two dapper lower classmen in white flan- ~ nels, and as Jeff Howard passed the trio they had looked at him without droubling fo veil the amusement in sheir eyes. : ‘.. The girl's laughing voice had “floated back to him, “Who's the big scarecrow?” ~ “Thomas Jefferson Howard,” he “heard one of the boys say, accenting the high-sounding name with a diabolical drawl. ‘He could imagine the rest. They'd fold the girl about his nicknames, of course. “Old’ Constitution” and “Old . Democracy.” About his futile attempts -at dancing. His eternal ection of the wrong clothes. His tucking his napkin under his chin that time at the freshman banquet. hey could have kept that pretty in stitches for an hour, if they'd wanted to, just telling her things Jeff Howard used to do en he was trying to be “one of g . After that first year | quit trying. He'd become a suinp recluse, studying hard, minding 8 ‘own business, and thanking rybody else to mind theirs. = on ww repeated his own name with , laugh, *Thomas Jefferson ard”! No wonder there'd been a when that name was called the graduate list and he had onded. What had his parents tying a name like Thomas son to a child in ‘a cabin in ng? “put his head between his : and cursed in bitterness and t. He'd forgotten his “learnHe'd forgotten his sheepskin. there was no magic in them wo insform him into the being he longed to be. He was still just “hill man, out of Place and out of

Presently he discarded the cap d-gown, picked up his hat and ent purposefully from :the room ahd the.house. Gaining the street, rent striding toward a townnd street car and swung aboard

ually, Jeff Howard was not nely.. He was 6 feet 3 in height .Jarge of bone. His head was erbly molded, his features ‘and good. But, like. many tain people, he was thin and ward and slightly stooped. His own hair stood up crazily. His p blue eyes wore a narrowed ression, .as if looking intently /m the barrel of a shotgun. In present state he was indeed an ly figure. Yet a shrewd fle producer might have seen in him a potential hero of Western drathas. ” ”

: ” UX 7HEN he had reached the busi-

ness section of the town, Jeff d went into an office building took an elevator to the office of lawyer. . McBain will see you, Mr. ard,” a secretary told him ediately. She was deferential, he did not notice if, = e, in , was the ireny of the I awkward mountaineer | wealthy. During the last year i parents’ lives, an especially vein of coal had been found on ir land. Jeff, at 20, had inherited For a year thereafter he had with a tutor in one of the mountain . towns, laboriously ; in the gaps of his patchy eletion and: preparing pf for college. He had believed a college: degree’ would make ke the people of the cities and = = . HOWARD sat across the from: his lawyer and wasted s. “I've graduated,” he said. dy to get out of this town.” sande ‘Mr. McBain's eon ‘he went on curtly: y talk to you about the Eo LT hold. ‘You told me most of

papers he cleared his throat and said uncertainly: “There's Major Sam Meed's farm over in Shelby

| County. It's been practically yours

for a year now, but I've held off, trying to give the old man a break. You don't like to foreclose in a case like that.” “A case like what?” asked Jeff Howard coldly. Mr. McBain took off his glasses and held them in his hand. He looked thoughtful and regretful. He was trying to think of what He could say to induce his client to forget old Major Meed's farm. He did not realize until too late that he had said the wrong thing entirely,

FAJOR MEED is #7 fine an old gentleman as you'll find in Kentucky,” he explained, not dreaming of the bitter feeling in the young man’s heart. “His people were aristocrats, yet simple and genuine. His family has held this farm for generations. The house has never been lived in by anyone not named Meed.” “What's the house like?” asked Jeff Howard. It was significant that he aske€¢ about the house, rather than the land. “It’s situated about five miles beyond Shelby on the Louisville pike,” Mr. McBain replied. “A big red brick house, sitting about a quarter-mile off the pike beyond a woodland. I believe it's considered pretty good, architecturally.” Jeff Howard filled his pipe, lit it and took several deep puffs. “Get in touch with Meed'’s lawyer,” he said briefly, “or his banker—whoever’s handlin’ it. I'd like to take over the place as soon as possible. I'm lookin’ for a suifable place to live. This location sounds all right to me.”

” » » R. M'BAIN shook his head. “I wouldn't advise it, Howard. I wouldn't advise it at all. You'd find yourself in a hornet’s nest of ill will. The entire county would be down on you. Major Meed’s a sort of institution in that neck of the woods. People respect him, love him——" “But not enough to pay his debts for him ” interrupted Jeff Howard. “Well, I don't neither. He's noth-

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in’ to me. Get me the place as soon as it's legal” “Look here, Mr. Howard,” said the lawyer earnestly, “you've got a couple of other farms that would do you just as well. Maybe better. Now there's one near Berea, closer to your old home——" Jefl flushed: angrily. - “Dryin’ tc get me back to the mountains, are you? Well, I'm not goin’ back. I'm through with the tall hills. I'm settlin’ in the Blue Grass and if the snobs don't like it, then they can lump it. . . . ‘Look here, McBain. I'll tell you straight. I'm sick as hell of havin’ these blue-bloods and near blue-bloods crackin’ their faces in a grin when they hear my hillbilly twang. Well, I'm ready to give ‘em somethin’ to think about. Somethin’ to hate me about, if you want to put it that way—"

HE lawyer tried to speak, but the angry brushed him aside. “I'll take the best farm I ean lay my hands on. You've already admitted that’s the Meed. place. Well, I'm goin’ to settle down on it with a horse and a shotgun and a couple of dogs. I don’t need to farm. I'll let it go to ruin if I please. I'll cut down all those trees they're so stinkin’ proud of and plant tobacco round the stumps. I'll— As he talked on, violently but purposefully, Mr. McBain knew that the Meed case was lost. Hed have to wire the old man’s lawyers Prentiss and Elwell down at Shelby, and tell them his client meant business. “Very well, Mr. Howard,” he said formally. “If that’s your last word I'll attend to the foreclosure at once. You realize, do: you, that you get: the house furnishings also in this case ” “I didn’t know it,” answered Jeft Howard, "but I'm right glad to hear it. It'll save me trouble. I'll need suitable furniture.” He went back to his boarding house,” grimly’ pleased with himself. He was about to humble a Blue Grass family. Maybe there'd be a girl. Like the one who had laughed at him this morning.

(To Be Continued)

HOLD-UP

‘By Shelby E. Southard Daily Short Story

ODD M'CALL struggled back to | sight—nobedy in the -whole darn

consciousness with a burden of fear... He opened his eyes and reached out in the dark with a trembling hand. The cold brick of a wall, then. iron bars!- So the police had got him! Presently, the ground under him shook, as a truck rumbled past. Cautiously he lifted himself on an elbow. His sight cleared and he discovered that he was not in jail, but lying on a sidewalk, in the corner made by the wall of a building and the iron railing of a basement stairway. He got up, crouching behind a big packing box, and ventured a look up and down the street. At the corner, barely a hundred feet away, a policeman stood under a strest light Todd dodged back with a cold, sick feeling in his empty stomach. Was there any significance in the policeman being there? He remembered his revolver, He fumbled for it in the grime of the sidewalk. But ‘the revolver was gone. ‘ : He looked again at the policeman and saw him placidly crossing the street under the viaduct pillars. When he was out of sight, Todd stepped from behind the box and hurried in the opposite direction. A sensation of pain made him lift his hands to his lips. They were thickly swollen and bleeding. 2 8 = IS room was only two blocks away, so he slowed his pace to think how he could explain to Garrett about his lips. have to be something far from the truth. A fight? Knowing his quick temper Garrett might believe that. He came to the door of the cheap rooming house where he and Garrett’ lived. He walked on past, trying to think up enough ‘details to be ready with quick answers. Garrett must never know what . he had done. : ~ In. the distance, a .great tower threw its lights out into the sky. That was the last building he and Garrett had worked on before their employment. as steel-workers had come to an abrupt end. They were prouder of that white shaft than of any of the others on which they had worked. Even now, with their ’ pockets nearly empty and their meals growing less frequent and less wholesome, it gave them courage to look "up to it. Todd, however, found no comfort in their tower tonight. - He was too desperate. He circled the block and came back to the door of the rooming house. He went in through the narrow, dirty hallway and dewn the steps to a basement room. The room was dark. Garrett was still out. That was luck. Todd turned on the light, undressed quickly, and crawled under the thin blanket on his cot. There was a chance now that Garrett would not. notice his battered face umiil morning. Turning toward the wall, he waited, his skin cold and damp.

= 2 = T seemed hours before the door “swung open. Big Garrett Thayer, shoving his .cap back on his tow-head, took three gigantic strides - to Todd's side. = “Hey, kid, wake up! 1 got news!” “Yeah?” mumbled: Todd. “We eat again!”

Todd made no reply. ‘What's the matter, kid?” Gar-.

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block. ” ” ” ELL, I don’t know why 1 wanted to mix up in it, but I crossed the * street, thinkin’ it would scare the stick-up off. But he keeps right on friskin’ the guy —an old man—Ilike he never noticed me. comin’,

“I walk as quiet as I can, right up kehind him. Gee, I was shakin’! An’ to make it worse, the old guy that was bein’ stuck up sees me and lets out a yell. Then I had to do something. quick! And did I swing from the ground! Wham! The stick-up dropped like an ox. “I pick up the old guy's pocketbook and the revolver en the sidewalk. When I look up, he looks as though he’s going to faint. I take him by the arm down to the corner. “I take him in to a drug store and sit him on a chair by the soda fountain. - The druggist gives him a shot of something or other in a a and that straightens him up a little. He was a nice old guy.

“Well, when I give him back his |.

pocketbook, Ke opens it right: up and hauls out two téns. So I let him urge me a little, and then I takes them. ‘Are you working, young man?’ he asks, and when 1 tell him ‘how long I've been out of a job, he says, ‘Well, when that money is. gone, come. around to my office and I'll see if I can fix you up. You know, that was a brave thing you did just now.” He gives me his card with his name on it and he means what he says. - ” » ”

start back home. Just up the block, I find the revolver still in my pocket—a rusty old gat without any bullets in it—and I drop it like a hot shot down the sewer. “So here I am. Now don’t lie there and tell me I got in a lucky crap game. It's the real goods. There's the $20 the guy gave me, an’ half of it’s yours.” . Todd lay staring up at the ceiling. “Oh; golly, Garrett,” he whispered through the blankets, “I can’t take it.” I can't take it!”

“Sure you can! Wasn't that the dope, till we both got. jobs? An even split.” Then he bent forward and gripped Todd's shoulder tightly with his huge hand. “But listen; kid,” he said quietly, “don’t pull no more ‘dumb tricks like that, or me an’ you is quits—I mean it!” - : (THE END) om i Biiited Feature

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