Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 15 June 1940 — Page 13

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; ‘An Eye For A Gal

By HARRY H. KROLL

YESTERDAY -— Rossy signs his contract, fs sure of a future as a pitcher. When Judy tells him that Dr. Tollivar

is responsible for bringing the scout |

to Lincoln, even for bringing Rossy to school, he kisses her, then rushes away. The next day, Rossy and Dr. Tollivar drive to the hills, stop at the ball diamond. Dr. Tollivar tells Rossy that he was picked to kill Jay McAfee, that he

threw the ball that knocked Jay un- |

conscious. “But I did not kill him. He was killed by a blow by members of your own family.” :

- CHAPTER TWELVE

Rossy - McAfee just sat there gasping ‘and gulping and staring at Dr. Tollivar, Tollivar looked at him now, met Rossy’s eyes. . “I said that it was not the bean ball I threw that killed your father, although it knocked him unconscious. It was a blow on his head with a bar of iron, just back .of this grandstand, that cracked his skull and was the actual cause of death. That was what I said.” “I heerd ye,” Rossy said, hoarsely. “But how you know that when you run out?” Dr. Tollivar opened and shut his hands. “Yes, I did. I plead in defense + the fact that it was all I knew to do. “My branch of the Tollivers were cowards, I suppose—in a physical sense. We were never fighters, had no idea ever of being killers. My father left the mountains because of that. “So I left the mountains. “I knew that soon or late Lincoln College would need a new president. |I fitted myself for the place, and when the opening came, I returned, went to work, and poured all my soul into making that a big school. “I never admitted I was a Tol-~ liver. What would have been the value of that? I kept my mouth * shut, and labored to make available education for worthwhile people like you—like Hannah . Shrider—or a thousand others. That was the way I saved my soul after killing. your father. | “But, Rossy, I did not ‘bean’ your fahter on purpose.” 1 They were back at Judge Jesse's in .30 minutes. It was .not long before men, Tollivers and McAfees, were gathering. To Rossy’s amazement Hannah Shrider appeared, accompanying Judy Tolliver. Rossy’s mother came on. horseback. . Steve Hogg came with his mother. Constable Sneed brought them. 2 2 E-

SOON THE small room was packed and Judge Jesse was clearing his throat getting ready for one of his typical courts that were not officially courts, but mountain justice. The |last to appear was Scout Ike Hill, with Coach Hurd. Lever-

age pounded the table for order inj

court, and said: “Folks, we are gathered together to settle something what's been hanging fire for nigh a generation, namely, McAfee’s paw, and how come. Tollivar, will you stand.” “Yes, sir, Judge,” Dr, Tollivar said and got up. “Was you the Tolliver boy what pitched that Fourth of July game when McAfee was beaned?” | “Yes, sir, Judge, I wgs. But it - was an accident. Not fef the world would I have done it. I've tried to atone for it to Rossy McAfee.” “Stand up, Ike Hill.” The scout stood at the court’s order. “Yds, sir, Judge.” “Was you, as this letter of yours I have before me, present at that same game, scouting?” “Yes, sir, Judge, I was. I'd heard of this Tolliver boy and wanted to see him in action. If he was as

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good as they said, he must be a].

house afire.” : “Then you seen the actual beaning—that right?” “Yes, along with a let of people here, I saw what appeared to be a strange accident.” “You. think it was an accident?” “Yes, I do. I am equally sure that, but for something else, McAfee would have been over it in 30 minutes. | : “When the beaning happened, I saw this was no place for me. I didn’t want to get messed up in a fight, and I saw this was going to be a royal one. “I dropped through a hole in the grandstand just as they brought Me¢Afee around and laid him in the shade. One man went for water and the other for something else. Then I saw a big overgrown fellow

drop with an iron bar in his hand |\

and hit the unconscious nian with the iron. It all happened in the wink of an eye.” ’ “Would you know that feller you seen him?” “I think so.” , “Look around. Is he here?” s ” 2

HILL, LOOKED all around and then b3ck at Leverage. “He is here.” “Sit down,” Judge Jesse said. “One more point. There was a dispute about the McAfee lands and timber after he was accidentally killed. Seems like McAfee was trying to keep neighborhood peace and . not lose out in law by transferring his property to his half sister. But after he died the property was held back and kept. “Steve Hogg. Will you stand up?” . His face drawn and hard, Steve Hogg got up. : “Steve, how'd you feel about giving back that land and timber to Rossy McAfee and his maw?” «I think it could be arranged,” Steve said thickly. aay © «pm all for letting feuds and such like sleep in thar graves,” Leverage went on thoughtfully. “Just the same, murder is murder, and I reckon, Constable, you mout as wells take your prisoner along.” When Steve Hogg went out with the officer, joining the sheriff waiting outside, there was a moment of odd depression. : Judge Jesse cleared the atmos-

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re. ow would thar be a gal and boy here who mout want to git married or something?” He beamed all round. “I feel it coming on me .—the marriage ceremony. Hit would make a powerful fine occasion to celebrate, so’s we could have a square dance tonight, after a big barbecue supper. Of course, we aim “to have the supper anyhow; but the ‘dance—well, now, we ain't got no htful excuse for the dance—” Tigh: _eontinued to beam, and the sd to focus on Rossy

to-wit, who killed Rossy}

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McAfee, sitting between Hannah and Judy. ™

“You needn't look at me, Rossy!” Hannah said. “I'm not even thinking about marrying, not you nor anybody else! Life’s beginning with me at 20, and I aim to get a college education and enjoy it before I get hitched up!”

“Who was looking at you?” Rossy growled “I'm looking at Judy. How about it, Judy?” Judy blushed furiously, and then dimpled. “Well, my mother took a chance on another wild Hell'n-

Damnation baseball pitcher, and won her game; I see no reason why I shouldn't do as well.” They moved up and stood before Judge Jesse Leverage, who yelled, “Play ball!—I mean, do you take this here woman—" (THE END)

(All events, names and characters in this story are wholly fictitious.)

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