Jasper County Democrat, Volume 20, Number 21, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 9 June 1917 — Page 7

SYNOPSIS Caleb Hunter and his sister Sarah wela Wtne to their home Stephen O'Mara, a homeless and friendless boy, starting from the wilderness to see the city. Stephen O'Mara catches a glimpse of Barbara Allison. The girl Is rich. The ‘O'Mara boy falls in love with her. She ten, he fourteen. me boy and girl are in a party that gc to town; The old people watch with con•em the youth’s growing attachment for the girl. Caleb is much Impressed with the boy's Meas on the moving of timber. He predicts a great future for the lad. O'Mara whips Archibald Wickersham in a boyhood fight over Barbara. She takes Wickersham’s side, and Stephen leaves for parts unknown, saying, “I’ll come bock to you.” Tears later the boy returns as a man. So is a contractor. Sarah welcomes him. Barbara is a beautiful woman. O'Mara suspects there is a plot to prevent his successful completion of a railroad and that Barbara Allison’s father and Wickersham are in it O’Mara meets Garry Devereau, with •Whom Barbara’s closest friend is In love. O’Mara starts to reform him. O’Mara meets’ Barbara Allison on the road. There is a play of words in which both seek to conceal their feeling. Wickersham notices that Barbara and ®tephen are together a great deal. MirSam Burrell, Barbara’s friend, sees and understands the black rage that shadows Ilia fans. O’Mara daily becomes more convinced that some one is trying to stir up trouble among his men. Wickersham and Allison have a confer•snce. They agree that Harrigan, their tool, has messed things trying to stir up trouble among the men. O’Mara assures the men that as long as "they work for him they need have no fear. He checks an incipient strike. O’Mara cheers Devereau with the information that Miriam Burrell cares for him despite his unhappy past, CHAPTER XV. Honey. G ARRY entered upon bis row duties the following morning in a spirit anything but reassuring to his companion. Up to that time he had made his own industry the butt of much good natured ridicule, viewing it apparently as a sort of vacation novelty amusing enough while the novelty lasted. But he went from task to task that next day in a methodical, dogged fashion that was farthest of all from amiability. Two or thre6 times Steve, trying to spare him needless effort, attempting to show him how to favor blistered hands and aching back, met with rebuffs so curt that he learned to keep his advice to himself. He knew what end Garry was working to achieve. He ■would have allowed himself to smile ever the thought that the other man would be tired enough before night came without trying to make that work any harder, only he did not dare venture that smile. “You’ve been trying to help me," Garry said to Steve. “You’ve been trying to throw me a line. And for a time I tried to catch it, Steve. But it Isn’t in me to try that hard any more. Some men do things for what there is tn it—the pecuniary reward, I mean. Some men—you, for instance—because their self respect won’t let them stop, win or lose. But now and then there

“Miriam Burrell!” he breathed.

happens one who keeps on trying only because there is one other person at least who may be the gladder for his success. I don’t expect you to understand. I know it will sound small and cowardly to you. It’s too lonesome living, Steve, when there’s no one who cares whether you live or not!" “That does not fit your case,” Steve objected instantly, “when your danger or your safety keeps a woman watching white faced with terror through the night for your return.” Garry propped himself upon one elbow, the better to see the countenance. “My safety?” he repeated blankly. “My return?*’ And then, wanly grateful, “You are not the sort of man who lies convincingly, Steve.” And then Stephen O’Mara let him have, it—all the story which had lain so many daya in his heart. There were times when Garry went even paler during the short recital, times when everything else was submerged by the incredulity that flooded his face. But

Then I'll Come Back to you

By Larry Evans

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before Steve had finished the last trace of doubt was gone. Before the end came Garry had bowed his head, this time in flushed, self conscious wonder which transfigured him. “Miriam Burrell!’’ he breathed. “Proud, intolerant” — His head came up. The next instant he voiced the words which Steve most wanted to hear. “You shouldn’t have told me this,” said he. “You had no right, unless”— Steve laughed at him. “God bless you, boy,” he exclaimed. “I asked her If I might. Why, don’t you understand that she meant to herself if I didn’t? ” You see, she is—far, far braver than you are, Garry.” Garry lifted his hands and hid his face. So quietly that his exit made no sound Steve slipped to his feet and passed outside. It had stopped raining. The-hardwood ridges, touched by frost, were flaming streaks of color against the ralnwashed evergreens when he picked his way down to the river and found a dry stone for a scat. An hour and more he sat there while his thoughts went back over the trail of the years, the trail which had led him from that cabin to a pair of violet eyes and lips that arched like a boy’s. Steve let his mind turn again unreservedly to his own problem that <nornfaig. He tried to face sure eyed the road which still stretched ahead. He did not know that Garrett Devereau, the debonaire, the cynical, the world weary and world wise, had broken down and was sobbing noiselessly, as men sob, in the room which he had left, shaking with deep and terrible gasps that racked his very soul. But it was already daybreak; it was trail's end now for Garry. It does make a difference if one knows that some one cares. Upon their return to Thirty Mile two nights later Joe’s attitude of criticism was the first thing which piqued Steve’s interest.' There was something ludicrous in the former's voice as he sat and anathematized the food which the cook boy brought to the table, even though he devoured hungrily all that his plate would hold. And because Joe was so obviously primed for a sensation that evening out of sheer perversity Steve struggled to draw him into a discussion of a topic which, just as obviously, had no appeal just then. “What I hope to do,” he confided gravely to Garry, “is to finish up at Morrison and make possible the transfer of some of those men up here. We are working only one shift now. With' two I figure we could sail along a-fog-glng. How does that strike you, Joe?” That was only one of his many attempts, but all of them, save for the inner laughter which they afforded, were totally without result. Joe’s answers were monosyllabic, his attention wandering at best. To that particular question he nodded his head spiritlessly. “This butter ain’t none too fresh,” he growled'sourly, “and I wonder if that cook boy thinks we dote on ham every meal? I don’t for one. It may be all right if a man’s plumb starving to death, but it don’t lend no real elegance to a repast.” That gloomy complaint brought little more than a sparkle to Steve’s eyes, but it made Garry lean forward in bis place. Throughout the meal while the other two fenced in just such fashion he forgot his own food to listen, delighted anticipation in every feature. And when they had finished supper and pushed back their chairs he stood grinning a little, watching Joe survey that littered room which served as office and sleeping quarters for the chief engineer of the East Coast company. Fat Joe’s gaze swung from wall to wall, from littered corner to heaped up chair. Then he shook his head in despair, “It looks to me, Steve,” he grunted, “as though you ain’t never had no real training in tidiness, have you? There don’t seem to be no system at all in the way you leave your things around. There’s one boot over in,that corner; it’s got a mate, I know, because I saw you take them off last night. I wouldn’t be certain otherwise. And it's the same way with all your things. Just look at this room! A nice place to receive callers in, now ain’t it?” That was the first lead he tendered them, but Steve, rather than gratify him with a direct question, chose to go forward in the dark. He leaned over, and followed his usual custom when he wanted to think. He tapped out his pipe. “But I can always find everything,” he defended—“that is, uhless you have taken the trouble to put things away. Then it’s a tossup that something or ■other will never be found until it turns up of its own accord. It’s not so bad, Joe.” He, too, swung to survey the room. “Not so bad! Just a little unsettled, that’s all. Are we likely to have any callers, do you think, who woiild object to this layout?”

joe snorted, but his eyes were mournful He knew that there was nothing else to do but yield a part at least. “We ain’t likely to,” he murmured. “We’re just naturally bound to have ’em. They’re cornin’ In tomorrow, and I ask you again, ain’t this a pleasing prospect to greet ’em?” For all that he seemed to be staring ruefully down the room, he was watching for the surprise that darted across Steve’s face. Momentarily the latter had forgotten his assumed air of placidity. “Tomorrow? Who?” And then Steve laughed. “Go ahead and tell Us, Joe. I’m beat! I’ll admit that I’m panting with curiosity.” Joe pulled up a chair and dropped into it. It appealed to him, this method, whenever he had the time to spare. His pink face was still innocent of guile. “I don’t mind the men folks,” he resumed, “That fat party, I mean, who wears the plaid suits, nor Caleb Hunter, either. Both of then! are used to such truck as this. AmT ? I reckon it’ll tickle the ladies too. But I can see Honey sticking his nose in the alt and sniffin’ supercilious like the first minute he gets his nose in the door. He ain’t going to approve at all, at allonot any way you look, at it.” “Honey!”

Jjoth Steve and Garry ignored the rest of Joe’s explanation to gasp that single word in concert. “Who in the world do you mean by ‘Honey ?’ ” “Who could I mean?” Joe demanded collectedly. “I didn’t give him the name, did I? I mean that chap Wickersham, who owns the timber north of us. Foreign, ain’t he? Sure, I thought so? Well, every time I run across that man’s path my heart swells with patriotism. I guess I'm just as glad to be born plain United States.” The first part of that statement was listened to closely enough by both men; the last sentence or two, for all that it was heartfelt and sincere, was lost upon them both. And Steve’s mirth was even more hysterical than was that of Garry Devereau. “Honey!” be panted. “Now, isn't that a wonder? Joe, you’re too good! You are altogether too good to be wasted on these timbered solitudes. Men pay $2 a seat, Joe, to hear performers work who are rank amateurs in comparison with you.” The riverman’s eyes grew belligerent “Funny, is it? So awful funny! Well, perhaps you think I can't read plain print yet, never havin’ enjoyed a liberal education. But take a look for yourself.” He pulled up a pile of newspapers which had come in since their absence, sorted out one open and handed it to Sfeve, It was an announcement of Barbara Allison’s engagement to the Hon. Archibald Wickersham —that column to which Fat Joe bad folded the sheet—a many days old anonuncement now. But the smile did not' even stiffen upon Steve's lips. The picture which accompanied it was a poor one, heavy shadowed, and smeared and lacking in detail, yet Barbara’s face was unmistakable. The room became quiet. In that hush Garry realized that Joe’s mistaken, translation of the title had not been, as Joe had himself suggested, due to lack of knowledge, but to a desire to anprise his employer delicately of that which he believed was still news to him. And yet, from the easy way in which he read it, word for word. Garry was positive that all this which the New York daily blazoned forth with its customary mixture of snobbishness and vulgarity was no longer news to Steve. The latter's eyes lifted and dwelt long upon fat Joe’s face. “So that’s where you got it, was it, Joe?” he asked evenly. “You make it ‘Honey,’ do you? And when do they come in, Joe?” “Tomorrow night. One of the teamsters brought word this afternoon, just before you got back. Honey is going to have a look at his trees and things, the way I understand it. And the rest of them, I take it, want to look us over in our wild state v Where are we going to put them girls?” Steve’s answer was long irr coming. “Miss—Allison?” he wanted to know. ■“And that tall, red headed one, Joe corrected promptly. I don’t remember her name, but she's coming" too.” 1 As studiously as he had done a moment before, Garry agaira avoided Steve’s eyes. “Miriam Burrell,” the latter supplied the omission. “And that’s fine, isn't it? How long are they going to stay, Joe?” But Joe had finished with trifling. “Where are we going to put them?” he insisted doggedly. “Why, we have a couple of shelter tents somewhere in the duffle, haven't we? We might pitch those if”—he looked about ruminatively—“if you think this Is too squalid.” Joe turned appealingly to Garry, only to meet eyes flaring with deviltry. “If you think that I’m going to give up my quarters for a troup of curious sightseers you’re mistaken. If that's what you turned toward me for don’t allow yourself to dwell upon it another minute. I’m a laboring man, and I have to have decent rest at nights. Do you suppose Cecile, the maid, would really mind a tent?” And then Joe’s face went red. “Now ain’t you the pair of rough jokers?” he whined. “Ain’t you, though? But wfiat’s it going to be—this room or Garry’s? The way I look at it we're elected to camp out ourselves. We’re hardened sons of the wilderness, you -know. That’s what they alw’ays call us in print. But how am I going to get this place cleaned up?”. _ For another hour Joe argued it and at-last settled upon the storehouse building as the likeliest for sleeping quarters for the feminine portion of the visitors.

"We have to eat in here/ anyhow-.” lie argued, so I guess it’s the best arrangement we can hit on. Honey won’t be here much to meals either., That’ll be. one nice thing about it- lie’ll be going north directly. And now—now I guess I’ll go out and hate a look at the pantry, even if it does make me feel sort of faint every time I think of the grub we're got on hand. Canned beans and boiled potatoes and ham and bacon to round out a banquet. Why couldn't a couple of mighty hunters like you bring home more than one little haunch of venison? Bacon and beans! Steve, you sure have been living mighty low down on this job.” He went out with a great show of haste, but returned almost immediately. forgot, the urgency of matters in general in finding Garry idly shuffling a deck of cards. Throughout the evening Joe had exhibited an unwillingness to meet the third man’s glances directly, but it was impossible for him to remain oblivious to the clicking of the chips. He balanced first on one foot and then on the other fra moment, then diffidently drew up a chair. “Just a friendly hand or two, 1 sup-

“Just a friendly hand or two, I suppose,” he suggested.

pose,” he suggested when the other made no move to begin. “Low limit and wide open, eh?” Garry still toyed with the cards. “1 don’t suppose you've ever forgotten the first game in which we indulged, have you, Joe?” he asked at length. Joe was not comfortable. “Scarcely,” he admitted, “scarcely.” “Nor the—stakes?” pursued Garry. “I—l seem to recall ’em faintly.” Garry's peal of amusement was as rollicking as a boy’s. “So do I,” he exclaimed. “And if I remember rightly you stated on that occasion that cash was no consideration with you. Does that still hold good?” It was the first good look Joe had had at the other's face. The change he found in it seemed to perplex him more than a li,ttle. “1 take it that it does.” Garry did not wait for his reply. And now—what do you say to that same full bottle against a—a ninety-nine year blan feet restriction, with me at the wrong end <,f the odds?’’ Joe slitted his eyes. (To be continued.)

If you wish to see positive results from the Chautauqua boost for an attendance of the whole community. The more men end women in the tent each day the more minds will be at work along constructive lines for community betterment. Talk the SEASON ticket, and talk it hard. Every person in the community should have one. It puts the cost down low and gives us each day a full and representative audience. The Chautauqua Committee-

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they were sorry for the fish so they left them. A large number of auto loads went to Rensselaer Monday to watch the electing of a county superintendent and to appear before the board of commissioners for and against the saloon at Wheat-! field. It appears that the ladies, althoughvoters now, were not qualified to vote at the local. option election. Let me tell yon something right now, watch the ladies shake up things in the coming elections. I C. M. Dewey, Charles Hewett, Mr. Minor and son Guy spent last Friday at the model and experi-! ment farm at Purdue. They had; an enjoyable time and saw some fine cattle. A trip there is surely a paying proposition to any farmer.; Steve Maloney, who had lived around here, for a number of years, and was widely known in these parts, was fpund dead in one of the marshes close to the river Tuesday. He was lying in about six inches of water and it is the supposition that he had drowned. We have not heard what the coroner decided as to the cause of his death. As to his history ot whether be had any relatives in these parts, we do not know at this- writing. i

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William Grube, S. D. Clarw, Andrew Grube and P. O. Kennedy of the Wheatfield Center Farmers’ club and Mr. and Mrs. C. M. Dewey arid daughters, Neita and Bessie, and your correspondent, .of the Wheatfield Farmers’ club, attended the farmers' club officers’ meeting at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Oscar Hauter, southeast of Rensselaer Saturday. About seventy-five were present, and to say that it Was an enjoyable event is putting it in mild language. All that camo brought an abundance of eatables, which were sipread upon the tables from which all partook in the true spirit of friendliness. After the dinner the large tool shed was turned into an auditorium where we listened to able addresses by the county agent. State Leader Coleman of Purdue and the president and secretary of the Jasper County* Better Farming association. Then came short talks by representatives of the different clubs. AIT were for pushing things to success and all sang the song of cooperation* After the published program had been carried out, a judge from Indianapolis, who had come to deliver the commencement address at the Newton township school exercises that evening, gave a stirring speech in which he paid tribute to the farmers. He said that it was up to us all to stand behind the government of the C. S. until we saw autocracy and militarism go down before an avalanche of democracy. Mh and Mrs. Learning are to be congratulated for the success of the meeting. We also wish -to extend to Mr. and Mrs. Hauter the thanks of all present for their hospitality.

Ditch Notice. NOTICE OF FILING AND (HEARING OF DITCH REPORT State of Indiana ) County of Jasper)ss: In Commissioners’ Court, to June Session, 1917. In the Matter of the Petition for a Public Drain, by William Folger et al. Cause No? 2940. To Harvey Pierson and J. T. Willets: You and each of you are hereby notified that the drainage commissioners in the above entitled cause have filed their report with the Board of Commissioners of Jasper county, Indiana, and that said court’has fixed upon Tuesday, July 3rd, 1917, as the time for hearing said report. You are further notified that your lands are described in said report as being benefited by the location and construction of the proposed drain, which said drain has been located upon the following described line to-wit: Beginning 1,100 feet south and 40 feet west of the northeast corner of section thirty-four (34), 'township thirty (30) north, range six (6) west, in Barkley township, Jasper county, Indiana, thence north 40 degrees east from stake 0 to stake 0, a distance of 600 feet- thence N. 64 degrees E. from stake 6 to stake 13, distance 700 ft.; thence «E. from stake 13 to stake 15, distance 200 ft.; thence N. from stake 15 to stake 21, distance 600 ft.; thence N. 45 degrees E. from stake 21 to stake 22, distance 100 ft-,’ thence E. from stake 22 to stake 26, distance 400 ft.; thence S- 50 degrees E. from stake 26 to stake 27, distance 100 ft.; thence E. from stake 27 to stake 30, distance 300 ft.; thence N. 63 degrees E. from stake 30 to stake 33", distance 300 ft.; thence N. 40 degrees E. from stake 33 to stake 37, distance 400 ft.; thence N. 65 degrees E. from stake 37 to stake 39, distance 200 ft.; thence S. 5 1 degrees E« from stake 39 to stake 41, distance 300 ft.;, thence S. 30 degWSfes E. from stake 41 to stake 41 plus 75, distance 75 ft.; thence E from stake 41 plus 75 to stake 44, distance 225 ft.; thence N. 70 degrees E. from stake 4 4 to stake 46, distance 200 ft.; thence N. from stake 46 to stake 72 plus 36, distance 2,636 ft., where the same connects with t|ie Marion lateral dredge ditch to the Gifford ditch. , From stake 0 to stake 60 plus 80 on the line above described this improvement follows the line of an existing tile ditch. From station 60 plus 80 to 72 plus 36 it follows the line of an open scraper ditch to the said Marion lateral. Thence from stake 72 plus 3 6 following . the line of said Marion lateral in the following described route: . . • , _ Thence from stake 72 plus 3 b north 52 degrees W to stake 93, a distance of 2,064 feet; thence 31 degrees west from stake 93 to stake 133, a distance of 4.,000 feet; thence north 67 degrees, west from stake 133 to stake 167 plus SO, where it has a good and sufficient outlet in the Gifford ditch at a point near the center of the northeast quarter of the northwest quarter of section twenty-two J 2 2J, in township thirty (30) north, range six (6) west, in Barkley township, Jasper county, Indiana with a fall of a grade line of 19.40 feet in the entire distance and a

total length of the main ditch is 16,780 feet. : Also Folger lateral number 1, commencing at a point 375 feet south and 45 feet west of the center of section thirty-five (35), in township thirty (30) north, range six (6) West, in Barkley township, Jasper county, Indiana, thence north from stake 0 to stake 4, a distance of -400 feet; thence north 25 degrees west from stake I to stake 5, a distance of 100 feet; thence north 25 degrees east front stake 5 to stake 12 plus 12, a distance of 712 feet, where it connects with the main ditch at stake number 44 . thereof, with a fall on the grade line of 12.80 feet in the entire distance and where the same will have a good and sufficient outlet; ' Also Callander lateral number 2, beginning at a point 1,782' feet north of the southeast corner of section twenty-six (26), township thirty (30) . north, range six (6) west, in Barkley township, Jasper county, Indiana, thence north 52 degrees west from stake 0 to stake 26 plus 20, where it connects on tho main ditch at stake 72 plus 36 thereof with a fall erf 1.04 feet on the grade line in the entire distance, the total length of said lateral being 2,620 feet. You are further notified that said report will come up for hearing in Commissioners’ Court on tho 3rd day of July, 1917, and that unless you be and appear in said court at said time, said cause will be heard and determined in. your absence. WILLIAM FOLGER, Et. Al., Petitioners. Attest: JOSEPH P. HAMMOND, Auditor. John A. Dunlap, Attorney for Petitioners. J 9-16

Farms for Sale! 10-ROOM HOUSE—Modern, on three lots, three blocks from court house. 7-ROOM HOUSE —Well, cistern, city water, electric lights, bath; two blocks from court house. Will trade either or both for farm. . SIO,OOO in mortgage notes of different denominations to trade for land. ONION LAND —As good as the best," at low price. 30 ACRES—AII in . cultivation, on pike, near station and school and lies along dredge ditch. All day subsoil. No buildings. Price $65. Terms to suit. 35 ACRES —All black prairie land; in cultivation, at head of dredge ditch which gives good outlet. It lies on pike, R. F. D. and telephone. There is station, tworoom school and new church at corner of farm. There is a twostory six-room house, outbuildings, good well and fruit. Price $75. Terms SSOO down, remainder easy. 40 ACRE'S—On public road, 30 acres prairie and 10 acres woodland, no buildings. Owner of thia 40 acres has a mortgage note of $1,065. He will trade either or both for improved farm and assume. Price of 40 acres $45. Has school fund loan on 40 acres of SBOO. 100 ACRES —80 acres cultivated, 20 timber. Seven-room house, outbuildings, well and fruit; three miles from two towns and mile from pike. Price $47.50. Terms SBOO down. Owner would take a clear property as first payment. 120 ACRES —This tract of land lies on main road and half mile from pike. 100 acres is level and good soil. 20 acres is rolling ana sandy. It is mostly timber land, and is fenced and used for pasture. Price $35. Terms SSOO down. There is a long term loan on this < land for $2,000 at 6 per cent. Owner will trade his equity for property or western land. 80 ACRES —Cultivated, at head of dredge ditch, on from station. Five-room house, good barn, chicken house, cellar and two wells. Price SBS. Loan $2,000. Will trade equity for good property. 160 ACRES —This is a good farm in good neighborhood. There is a good eight-room house with cellar, large barn, both new and painted; also a number of outbuildings; lots of all kinds of fruit. This farm has good outlet for drainage and lies u mile from station, school, church and pike. 140 acres in cultivation and 20 acres pasture and. timber. It is nearly all black land. Price SBS. Terms $2,000 down and long time on remainder. Owner will take clear property as first payment not to exceed $5,000. 75 ACRES —A beautiful home and fine location. This farm lies on Jackson highway five miles from this city. It is all cultivated, tiled and has nice set of buildings, well and fruit. Price $135. Terms $2,000 down. 100 ACRES—This farm is on Jackson highway, is well tiled and all good <?orn land, a few acres in timber and pasture. Has splendid barn and three-room house and good well. This farm is six miles from this city. Price SBS. Terms $1,500 down. Might take clear property. GEORGE F. MEYERS, • - Rensselaer, Indiana.