The Syracuse Journal, Volume 7, Number 3, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 14 May 1914 — Page 4

Eve’s Decision Was Final Romance of the Heiress of Double X Ranch. ? By CLARISSA MACKIE ?

The morning sunshine streamed through the epen windows of the ranch house, where Seba. Winton and bis daughter sat at breakfast. It strengthened the deep bronze of Seba’s cheek and brought out high lights in Eve’s copper colored hair. "You look like you wasn’t fading up to the scratch, honey." said Seba solivitiously. "1 reckon all this dancing and highfalutin entertainments ain't gtxxl for little girls.” "I’m sdl right. dad." said Eve listlessly. "only, it’s tireO sort of weather, you know." She looked past him through > the eastern window where the outline of the suu scorched hills melted into a sepia haxe. "Let me see. hbney. 1 most forgot bow long you and Buck’s been engaged.” he said, with clumsily assumed carelessness. Eve reddened, from brow to chin, and the fork in her hand rattled to the floor. She laughed nervously—Eve who had never confessed to nerves in all her free young life—and still kept her eyes on the eastern hills. "Oh, I believe it’s three years, dad. Its funny, but I’ve almost forgotten too!” Seba Winton got upon his feet and paused behind her chair. “I don’t want to lose you. Evie, but If you’re keep’ing Buck waiting because of your—your sense of duty to me—why. you nhedn’t mind. I only want you to bo happy.” He kissed the top cSf her head and hastily left the room. When the Chinese servant had received his orders for the day Eve put on her riding things and went to the corral. “Jiß|. where 4s my father?” she asked of the lad who saddled the roan mare. "He went to the gulch with Wade. There’s some dispute over a critter with three brands, and Mr. Winton’s gone over to see about it.” Jim Watched Eve curiously as she x mounted and rode away without her accustomed gay leave taking. “If it’s that skunk of a Buck Miles that’s malting her look that way I’ll smash his bead!” muttered Jim. for Eve was adored by every member of the Double X outfit. The night before there- had been a dance at the gulch schoolhouse, and the wailing sweetness bf the violins £ Z> few® ‘lsn’t this lovely?” asked eve. still haunted her ears with irritating Insistence — irritating because the evening had been such an unhappy one for poor Eve. She had gone to the dance with her father, as usual, but Seba Winton had remained only long enough to deliver his daughter into her lover’s care, and then he had departed for home and an early bed. To Bve it seemed that the evening would never end. Buck had danced once with her and after that had openly devoted himself to black eyed Mattie You ng, to the wonderment and disgust of the mate guests. Eve. pale rfnd frightened at what she knew not threatened to destroy her happiness, did not lack for partners. They swarmed about her like bees, and there were much langbter and merriment among them, for to a man they strove to eliminate the idea that Eve was being neglected by Buck llHes. Eve rejuember.ed their efforts with warm gratitude, and she recollected that the new schoolteacher unbent from his dignity nnd danced with her several times. He talked to her tn his pleasant, well modulated voice, but today Eve could not recall a word of their conversation.. She only knew that she had felt a sense of protection in his tall, broad shouldered figure and n the warm kindliness of his voice. • And when it was all over the schoolteacher had gone home with her. To Eve’s consternation. Buck Mlles had disappeared before the last dance with pretty Martha*. She was quivering under this last Insult when out of the chaos of the evening had come Philip Landon's deep voice, ringing clear and i insistent above the chatter and move- j meat of departure. “I hope you have not forgotten your: promise that 1 shall take you home.; Miss Winton,” be said, and_every_one,

heard him and was glad. Although no ■ such promise bad been asked or given. Eh’e had smiled and taken his proffered arm and entered the waiting buggy. And now, after a sleepless night, she I was racing over the parched ground. : riding away from Buckman Miles’ \ property, which bordered her father’s ■ ranch on the south. Over to the south, away from which she was now riding, lay the Lazy O ! ranch, of which Miles was the owner. Eve Winton and Buck Miles had grown up together, and every incident In Eve’s happy, care free existence seemed to have been interwoven with that of her neigh bear. It was quite nat-1 ural that later they should fall des-! perately.in love and become engaged j But there It bad paused, for three years had passed since Buck had slip-, ped a diamond ring upon Eve’s slim finger, and Buck had never mentioned their marriage, except in the most casual manner, as something very far ahead in the future. Suddenly came the pounding thud of hoofs along the trail behind. She dkl not turn around even when the swift gallqp broke into a trot aud some one rode at her elbow. Os course it was Buck Miles, eagei and repentant after his insults of the evening before. "You need not follow me." said Eve ! coldly and without turning her head “I prefer to be quite alone.” With a startled ejaculation’ the un seen rider turned and galloped rapid!.' along the trail. This action was so unlike Buckma: i Miles that Eve turned and looked aft i er him.

To her horror it was not Buck Miles It was Philip Landon. Placing both bands to her lips, Ev< hallooed with piercing sweetness. Lan don turned, hesitated, and then swun; about and came toward her. “You wished to speak to me?” h< questioned gravely. “On. 1 am so sorry that 1 spoke in that way—you see. 1 didn’t know i: | was you. I thought it was some one else,” faltered Eve with drooping eye and shamed cheeks. A light of understanding flashed intv the young man’s eyes and then was subdued. “Thank you for explaining.” he said soberly, “but I shall not take it amiss if you prefer to be alone.” “I shall be glad If you will come with me.” she said cheerfully. “I’m going to ride to Devil’s fork.” He looked at the brazen sky. “I hardly believe it will rain today, but is there water at Devil’s fork?” “Plenty of sweet spring water.” was Eve’s reply, and then they rode on side by side, with now and then a brief interchange of words concerning the heat of the ascending sun or .the danger of grass tires, for the crisp herbage was crackling under their feet, so dry had been the long season. Landon found himself watching the changing expressions on Eve’s sweet face. There was something irresistible in the soft curves of her lips and the upward sweep of her long, dark lashes. Suddenly she turned to him. “You were very kind last night” she said impulsively. “You were kind to me.” he chided gently. “I am afraid 1 bored you with my talk about myself.” “That was only part of your kindness.” she retorted, and after that Landon was silent. They had descended a long sloi>e and were now in the cool shadow of another range of hills, higher, and broken here and there by small canyons. Toward one of these they were riding. “Where is the devil, and where are his forks?” asked Landon curiously as they entered the canyon. “Wait” replied Eve. • They passed along a narrow trail a«d emerged upon a dark and gloomy canyon whose steep sides were clothed in cotton woods. A little to the right of the trail a mad white torrent gushed out of the rocks, and. spijling itself into three worn channels, it raced across the canyon to disappear in a boiling froth of foam among a heap of bowlders. Under the cottonwoods there was grateful shade and the promise of green grass for the horses. “Isn’t this lovely?” asked Eve after she had pointed out to her companion the stream with its forks which gave the place its name. “1 didn't know that such a retreat existed in the neighborhood.” cried Landon enthusiastically. “Shall we sit under the shade yonder?" “Yes. after poor Peggy has had a drink of the best water in the world." laughed Eve as she slipped from the saddle. Landon produced a folding drinking cup. and the man and the girl quenched their thjrst before Peggy and the schoolmaster's black horse were led to the stream. Then, the animals nipped eagerly at the green grass along the waterside. Eve and her companion sat down under the cottonwoods. Eve quite forgot her troubles as she listened to Philip Landon’s soothing voice. He talked of many things—of places he had visited, of people whom he had met and of many amusing incidents in his eventful life. . And while they sat there a clatter rounded on the stones and a horseman sashed into view. It was Buck Miles, pale beneath his an. his black eyes flashing and his handsome face carved into grim lines of resolve. “Eve!” he called. Eve ai-ose and walked out to the edge of the trail. “You are calling me?” she asked coldly. He nodded and held out a glittering diamond ring. “I got this awhile ago. Why did you send it back?” “You know why 1 returned it” “I didn't suspect you of petty jealousy. Eve,” he flashed. “1 am not jealous now. Buck,” said Eve quietly. "You are free to make your choice now. 1 cannot marry you.” “Why? Has that white livered schoolteacher”— Philip Landon stepped out beside Eve. “You are shouting so loud 1 can’t help bearing what you say.” be said grimly. “If you have any grievance with me we'll have it put together.

SLAVERY. Mr. President, I have yet to learn that one man can make a slave of another. If one man cannot do so no number of individuals have a right to do it. And I hold that all laws or compacts imposing any such condition upon any human being are absolutely void because contrary to the law of nature, which is the law of God. by which he makes his will known to man. and is paramount to all human control. —Rufus King in United States Senate. 1821.

Tuere Is ho necessity £<>r annoying Miss Winton." Buck Miles glared at Landon. “I’ll have it out with you whenever and wherever 1 please!” *he raged. "What do you mean by going home with my girl last night?” “If you will get oft’ your horse I’ll knock you down for that.” returned Iff 1 V “DON’T SHOOT. BUCK.” SHE SAID TENSELY. Landon coolly. “None of that gun play. Any coward can shoot an unarmed man.” Buck’s hand dropped from his hip. At the same moment he slipped from the saddle and came toward the schoolmaster. “What right you got to dictate to me?" he demanded fiercely. “If you’re going to marry Eve—why. then—l suppose 1 haven’t got any right to interfere. seeing that she’s sent me back my ring. What you got to say, eh?” Landon found himself looking down the blue mouth of Buck'* gun. “Leave Miss Wftiton’s name out of t|ie matter.” ordered Landon. “If she’s going to marry you I’ll let you off. but if you’re just butting in. thinking you can make me jealous just to pay me back for—for what 1 didn’t do last night, why”— He smiled significantly. Eve realized that Buckman Miles was drunk. She looked at Landon's set face, and she knew that he was chivalrous to the point of folly. “One!” cried Buck ominously. Landon smiled. Eve’s hand went out “Don’t shoot. Buck.” she said tensely. “You have no right to make me so unhappy." “You mean—you love this fellow?" asked Buck brokenly. Eve flushed scarlet, and she looked from one stern face to the other. As her eyes met Landon’s a great and blinding light seemed to open her eyes to a wonderful fact. She was quite pale when she faced Buck Miles. “Yes," shegaid simply. Buck’s hand dropped, and lie stared open mouthed. “Well.” he said awkwardly. “all’s well that ends well. 1 guess. Mattie made me come over and bring this ring back to you. She said 1 wasn’t treating you fairly, but if you don’t want it—if you really love Landon here—l guess there isn’t any reason why 1 can’t go back and marry Mattie”— “Have you seen Miss Young this morning?” asked Landon. • “No.” “Before 1 left the gulch Postmaster Squires told me that his sou had -sloped with Miss Young early this morning and that they left word they were to be married in Foster before noon.” “It’s a He!” shouted Buck aud. throwing himself on his horse, dashed out of the canyon and disappeared. Philip Landon turned his blue eyes 'on blushing Eve. “I'm sure you saved my life. He I was blind with rage and drink. Al- , though I have loved yqu ever since we : first met a year ago, I shall not hold you to that statement so rashly given to save my life.” “You love me?” whispered Eve incredulously. “Yes.” “Then,” said Eve. who had learned so much in the last few minutes—“then 1 shall not retract my statement !” “And we are engaged?” Landon's arms were around her and his eyes i looking down into hers. “I hope so.” answered Eve demurely.

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Wilmot Fine weather for farmers to get ready for corn planting. The most of then are nearly ready in this vicinity. Pauline Gerard of this place who is attending school at Warsaw is exposed to smallpox, one of the students breaking out in his class. Noah Stump was buried at Salem Tuesday afternoon after a short illness; age 76 years. Ben Himes drove Roy Roush and family to Ligonier, Tuesday. It is reported that there will be a wedding not far f rom here. The age is not very close, the bride being 45 and the groom 6(1 Earl * Scoot Whil<T playing ball, Sunday,* f his ankles does not hurt so bad v hen the o’d man has nothing to do. D. S. Eberley is making some improvements by adding an a acetylene light to his house. . Russel Hartsock has gained employment at the Elkhart iee cream factory, commencing hh duty next Monday. Mrs. S. E. Shook is improving her premises by painting her garage. Miss Gilman from Akron, is visiting 0. E. Line and family. On account of the type setters at the Journal office making a mistake we will announce an ordance meet and baptisimal service at the church of God at Wilmot on May 17. Leve Fidler and granddaughter, took dinner Sunday with Henry Fidler. Reo Clingerman was the guests of Loyd Shock and family Saturday. Ralph Gerard and mother went to Warsaw, Sunday, to see Pauline Gerard who is exposed to smallpox. She cannot return home at present. Fine Plant A fusbia in bloom in N. P. Hoffman’s vindow is* about the prettiest thing in the plant line the writer has ever seen. Plant lovers would do well to make a special effort to see this flower. —New fishing tackle just received. Prices are very reasonable. Quality Drug Store.

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Four Corners Edward Barringer formely of Syracuse but now at New Paris, was on our streets Thursday. Mrs. Maude Wyland spent a few davs with her parents, James Callender’s. Eva Callender and? son spent Wednesday with her mother Mrs. Cory. Charley Bowser and family spent Sunday with friends near Croul. Quite a number of friends spent Sunday at the home of John Neffs. Crist Darr and family spent Sunday in Syracuse with relatives. James Meloy delivered some fine hogs to New Paris for Wm. Cart, Saturday. Salem. Miss Etta Cruwl Miss Ruby Godshalk and Doris Hummel spent Sunday at the home of Art Hummel. Chas. Bowser and family visited over Sunday with Henry Defrees and wife. Those who spent Sunday with Geo. Auer and wife were; Jesse Crowl, Lewis and Roy Koontz and wives. Misses Ruth Groves and Fay Hoover were the Sunday guests of Merle Baker. Edmund Auer, wife and children took Sunday dinner at Conrad Auer home. Lyman Tom and wife were called to Goshen on account of the illness of John Amsler. The West End Mr. Ball and family of Toledo are spending a few days with John Neff and wife. Ed. McClintic and family were Sunday guests of Sam Snavely and family of Elkhart. Helen Jeffries is absent from school on account of sickness. Mrs. Jesse Darr and daughter were Goshen visitors a few days. Ed Darr and family were Sunday guests of Harry wife. Vern Stoudenour and family of New Paris, Ralph Vail and family and Mr. Coppus of Nappanee were Sunday guests of Emmet Weavers. Ralph Jeffries and wife were Sunday guests of B. H. Doll and wife. Mrs. P. W. Soltau returned Monday from a short visit with her sisters in South Bend.

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SECURE MEMORIAL SPEAKER LIGONIER PASTOR SELECTED TO GIVE ANNUAL ORATION J. P. Dolan informs the Journal that he has secured Rev. Devoe, pastor of the M. E. church at Ligonier, to deliver the usual address on Decoration Day. A number of our citizens have heard Rev. Devoe at various times and they say his work is of a very commendable nature. Turns Progressive The Elkhart Review announced in its issue of last Friday morning, May 8, a change in the politics of chat newspaper. For the past forty years it has been one of the leading Republican journals of northern Indiana. In Friday’s issue it made formal announcement of its determination to support hereafter the Progressive party, and especially the Progressive candidate for United States senator, Albert J. Beveridge. James A. Shields, a ballad singer of Chicago, is spending the week in Syracuse with the Gregory family. Mr. Shields thinks Syracuse is a fine town.

Running Dairy-Farm Armur Stewart of R. R. 1, Milford, was a visitor at the Journal office, Monday. He stated that his brother, Alfred, who moved to a farm near Coldwater, Mich., last spring, visited him over Sunday. Ed. Mock accompanied Mr. Steward back to Michigan and will work for him there. Alfred likes his location very well and has leased the farm where he has his dairy for a period of five years. He is now milking 29 cows. Church of God Sunday School 10:00 a. m.; Preaching 11:00 a.m.; Baptismal Service 3:00 p. m. Christian Endeavor 6:30 p. m. Preaching 7:30 p. m. After preaching the Lord’s supper will be observed. Everybody is invited to attend these services. A. J. Eshelman, Pastor. Fish Geo. W. Miles of Indianapolis, was in Syracuse, Monday, closing the deal for the additional land needed in extending the fish hatchery at Lake Wawasee. He states that many improvements will be added at the hatchery during the summer. Journal Want Ads. give results.

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