The Syracuse Journal, Volume 19, Number 20, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 16 September 1926 — Page 2

Youth Rides West

CHAPTER IX—Continued —l2— Charlie stepped Into the jail: the rider aent his horse at a walk through the belt of shadow Into the light of Mala" street. At a run I rounded the corner after him. I caught up, slowed down just behind him, and followed. Still at a walk, he was weaving through the late traffic. Before the Black Jack he stopped, threw the horsed reins over a pin of the hitching rail, walked a little unsteadily through the dodr. I waited until he was gone, and made a swift inspection of Ns mount. I had not been mistaken—a rangy American horse, buckskin in color, and with that distinguishing mark on his flank. I entered. There stood the rider at one end of the crowded bar, tilting into himself a glass of whisky. I pushed Into the convivial knot next to him. watched him furtively. His hand, as he reached toward his waistcoat pocket to pay. missed twice; then came iown hard as he rang his silver dollar on the bar. His gray eye. as he turned It casually a moment in mV direction, seemed filmed. He had “been drinking.” as we expressed It In that day—not yet drunk, but on the way. His face, seen now Id full light, was leas comely than at first glance, there lay a kind of blackness under the smooth, young blond akin. He was dressed like a miner or a prospector; but he wore his rough frieze eoat. his corduroy trousers, his topboots and his blue flannel shirt with a touch of jauntiueas; his trou •ere seemed draped above his boottops rather than tucked Into them. He gathered up bis change, stabbed It into his pocket, rolled upstair* to ‘.be gambling-room When after a discreet Interval I followed him. be had just staked a jwenty-dollar gold piece at roulette. I joined the group of spectators, who stood watching with fascinated interest the descending whirl of the wheel. He loot; the dealer’s hand raked in his eoln. He was reaching again to his pocket, when from the spectators 1 man stepped up beside him as though to play; but Instead laid a hand sbeaJthily on his arm. This was * tali man; I caugbt a glimpse of a full, black beard. The smaller man turned aifcrlly. then fr<>»e for a second in portion. Some signal, evidently. bad parsed from eye to eye; a movement of\the larger man's beard showed that We was speaking; though I cotld not catch even the sound of the words through the babble of night In the Blackjack. The smaller mans hand went away from his pockst. He push-d through the crowd to the stairs 1 followed him closely as, with only a second of hesitation when he paasod the bar. he walked on out of floors. Through the front windows of the barroom I watched to mark the dirot-tlon tn which he rode. But he did iot advance toward ids horse. A moment he stood as though undecided; then turned to the right and strode rapidly down Main street. Thrilled with the adventure of 'shadowing a man. exulting with the thought of a scoop I was going to •core for the Courier. I shot as unpete tatlonsly as possible through the teer of the Black Jack, followed. For a n>is»a. 1 lost him In the congested rrowd before Myers' Variety theater. When 1 had crammed my way through that I picked him up again at the bead of Main street. There he turned to the right toward the Addition, the route which I followed every day to my meal* That was odd—did he live In the Addition? Had the enactors of this stage robbery dwelt so near me—•nd Constance—all this time? Past Mr* Barnaby's he strode, and •topped dead. Here was a contingency I had not foreseen. If I went on. f should pass him and forfeit my usefulness as a shadow. If I too stopped and he saw me standing—be would eum-ect. Hastily. I dodged into the aha«le of the Mg tent. I watted for a few second* then ventured a cautious tool round the corner. He was nowhere In sight. Just above Mr* Barnaby’s the street threw off a sidetrail running up the hill. Doubtless, be had taken that I sped on tiptoe to be other end of the tent There be was agatov-but he was not taking the trail. He had stopped before the Mttle tent where lodged Mr* Barnaby ant Mr* Dean* ”Hoo-hoo»" he was calling, gently. I dropped to the ground, less from taction than from a weakness In all my limbs. The edging of light along the tentlap became a triangle. Some one had emerged. It was Constance Deane. I eould not see her face In the moonlight. but did I not know the tripping stove and trim figure of her, the poise ts the bare head? Surely, he had mistaken the place! She would tell him •o, and go back. But she laid a hand M his arm, led him a little way from the tent; they stood talking in whisper* whose vocalisation did not roach are* talking with swift gesture* Now ( could see her face in the moonlight, upturned toward him. . . . Again she laid her hand upon his arm . . . she who had told me that she would not receive men tn the evening . . . she who had kissed me ... she who had been on the robbed stage. ... in letters of red fire that phrase of Mlko’v note danced before my eyes . . . •Somebody in town Inform*” Was thia Mr. Deane? ... She bad keen curiou* overcurions about affairs ita the camp ... and Ddridge was agent for the stage company . . . Hutchins worked In the bank . . . and I ... I had told her everything I tote. ... She had advised me to leave her. to go away. ... Ah. but •be knew I wouldn't. . . . Bhe had payed with me. ... Oh. but it was tiweaatbM ... 1 would rush upon tear and beg her to tell me It was im-p-wriNe ... no. unwittingly. I was •a eavesdropper, a spy . . . I had not even the consolation of a dignified poSnddenly the group In the moonlight troke. She bad darted back inside the tmt The man stood still a moment typpwvd round the boarding-tent.

By Will Irwin

emerged a moment later into the moonlight, retracing his course. I followed no longer. When he was gone out -of sight, I lay there, my eyes on the dim blob of light which was the tent, the brilliant slash which was the opening of the flap—lay and dug my fingers into the ground and panted. Suddenly the light In the tent went out. 1 rose and stumbled blindly down the hill to Main street CHAPTER X When I came back to a semblance of reason and sanity I was looking down, from a dump of Liverpool hill, on the streaks of blobbed light which marked Cottonwood camp. Since I saw my betrayal I had been wandering through camp, aimlessly and Insanely. I had kindled in my heart and soul every invidious emotion. My conviction. formed so hastily as I watched that couple in the moonlight had set, fro ten. There was no hope, no faintest doubt. Stern, dramatic plans of action had floated into my imagination to be blown away by others just as violent and fanciful. I would go and accuse her to her face—tell her what she was and what she had done to me. No, 1 could not do that. My pride had been seared enough already; beside* what would she care? I would leave the camp tonight and never again see her or the spot where she had tormented me, used me. But even while I imagined thi* I knew that 1 could not abandon the game half played. I would follow him, her accomplice and lover, to the ends of the earth; and when I found him I would kill him as a man should. I would kill myself—l had the weapon there on my hip. Even was there a terrible vision’ of Constance Deane's tender throat, gurgling to flabby quiet in my clenched hand* ... It was this sudden. primeval lust for murder which, imparting an unnatural energy to all my member* finally drove me on the run up Liverpool hill. Altitude and the limitations of the body had their way with me at last; my breath gave out; I dropped on the rough prisms of the dump, exhausted. Oddly, I kept one tiny impulse of responsibility. I had no sooner settled into my state of relative calm than I remembered the Cottonwood Courier, struggling on toward press-hour without me. Marcus Handy at least bad done me no wrong. I owed him the courtesy of decent resignation. ' I rose, started down Liverpool hill in a leaden mood of profound but Inactive melancholy. Through the clear, carrying night air came the sound of a pistol-shot-two shots—a crackling fusillade. These sounds blew into a blaze the embers of my violent mood. The sense of dynamic power in the explosion* the imagination of the bullets with their terrific, satisfying punch into flesh or Into wood, gave some devilish satisfaction to my nerves. Then the world of practical realities again flowed in upon me. This was no joy -fusillade of drunken miners or prospector* The tempo was that of a general light Again I broke into a run. As I passed the straggling row of cabins which fringed thexoad leading into the foot of Main street, 1 caught the noise of the crowd* It came in an irregular, roaring babble, quite unlike the ordinary rhythms of night In Cottonwood. And there was no music; something had muted the orchestras and band* I rounded the curve toward the jail. Men were cinching saddles and mounting; a moment revealed by the swerve of a horse, in a moment concealed, stood the figure of Chris McGrath, one peremptory finger pointing a command. A nondescript cltlxen stood frith his hands In his pocket* regarding proceedings from the concealing shade of a slouch hat. "Bank robbed F he answered casualty to my Inquiry, and spat a stream into the gutter. •"But the shooting—anybody killedF I panted. Three. 1 hear*” be replied as casually. Down the roadway of Main street I pushed my way toward the bank — there was no room on the sidewalks. All Cottonwood—clerk* thro dealer* miner* tenderfoot; visitor* painted ladle*-had rushed out of door* In gesticulating knots stood the citixens of our town, talking it over. Frag mentary, expletive sentence* whetting my curiosity, snapped out of the babel —“got clean away—that’s funny”— “five killed”—“gold shipment." Out of Main street, three buildings from the bank, ran one of our straggling side street* It was jammed. The focus of Interest seemed to be the back door of the bank. With hasty explanations of my identity, with much discourteous wiggling and pushing. I bucked my way forward. By the entrance stood two guard* their Ab-callber sidearms slung forward on their hips u though for Instant action. "I’m the Courier reporter,” I panted. “How many were killed F “Nobody, as I saw” responded the guard. “But there was shooting F I objected. “D—n bad shooting,” snipped the guard. “How much did they getF The guard hesitated. “Ask the bos*” he said finally. Then 1 was aware that the back window was opened a tew tnebe* that a voice had whistled and called my name. I leaned down to the space between sash and sill, and was looking Into the lean free of Mr. Taylor. “Better go to your office, Gilson,” he said. “Handy has been looking for yw*“ “Did they kill anyone how much did they getF I asked. ’ “No one hurt—but Handy will tell you what to say about all that!* re plied Mr. Taylor enigmatically, and dosed the window. I As I threaded among the dart cabin* abed* rude ware! which

made a maze of the alley behind the bank. I saw that the crowd was thinning out. Just then, a band down the street gave its preliminary roll, struck up a* march tune; Cottonwood, the fires of excitement already dying out, had resume*! its normal night life But nos quite, I reflected as I came up the side street toward the Courier. Considering that it offered no lures of pleasure, it was singularly crowded for that time of night. Men were standing in knots; only they did not gesticulate, and if they spoke at all It was in low whisper* The excitement had abated only on the surface, I felt. Deep below ran a sense of tension. ... I was hardly surprised when fro i the doorway of the Courier a stranger stepped forward, laid his hand on a scabbard swung forward from his hip, and said: “You can’t come in here!” “But I work here!” said L “Walt a minute," he replied, and disappeared. An instant later the keenly lined silhouette of Marcus became visible against the light. “It’s all right—come along!’’ he shot out In his executive vole* I entered. Marcus, his sleeves rolled up, his store clothes protected by the ink-spattered apron of his trade, his mallet in hand, stood at the stone. 1 had never seen his eye so bright. “Where the h—l have you beenF he Inquired. 1 answered nothing. The search for an excuse brought up the blackness of the past two hours which excitement had momentarily dissipated ; if I had tried to speak, I would have choked. Marcu* indeed, gave me no time to answer. “Well, rustle!” he growled. “Did you get anything on that bank robbery?” “Not much. Taylor told me to see you.” “Just as well,” replied Marcus. “You take this story exactly as I lay it out for you.” With news to write. I was no longer his partner; he had become the bos* executive and exacting. “Don’t touch It up too much. Make It straight and cold. All ready? Go! The Bank of Cottonwood was robbed last night”—as morning newspaper men must, he was dating the event one day behind. “Let yourself out a little in the introduction. Call it an insolent performance or something like that. Oh. ye* and say; ‘due to the Inefficiency of the administration which has made this camp a paradise for crooks, road-agents and sure-thing men.’ Or words to that effect. Then the straight stuff. At ten-forty-five, a fusillade of shots from the’alley back of Main street announced the daring crime. A few' minutes before that time four horsemen rode quietly up to the entrance of the alley behind the bank, and left their horses. One horse, it was noticed by the spectator* was a buckskin” —here Marcus hesitated In his steady flow of language, then went on more slowly: “a buckskin with a peculiar spot on his flank had been noticed about the camp all evening. It is perhaps more than a coincidence that a few minutes before the crime occurred a prominent passing down the Liverpool hill trail, saw a group of men treating the hind quartern of a buckskin horse with something suspiciously resembling yellow whitewash”—it was well that Marcus here paused again in his narrative; for the rush of blood through tense channel*; deafened and blinded me. But my ears and eyes cleared; and Marcus was proceeding; “No, I guess you'd better leave that out Not a word of that—or the color of any horse. ‘•Owing to the danger of highway robbery ever present in this camp, the Bank of Cottonwood has been taking unusual precautions in moving its outgoing shipments of bullion and its Incoming shipments of coined gold and currency. The transfer to and from the vaults of the bank took place usually after dark. Last night a consignment of’—a pause again—“what Is reported to be gold coin was due to arrive at about ten thirty, an hour when most of the revelers in camp would be in the dance-hall and varietie* or wooing the elusive goddess of chance. The bank was all ready for the shipment. The police department had been notified.*' Another pause. “Unfortunately, our efficient guardians of life and property—get in some sarcastic shot like that—were waiting at the wrong entrance to the alley, and did not participate in subsequent event* w H A. Taylor, president of the bank, and Horace Hntchln* his teller, themselves acting as guard* waited at the back door . t the appointed hour the shipment arrived in a democrat wagon, dri en by John F. Grader with—what the Nazes are his initials? —oh, ye* Pete Hannan—*s guard. Drawtag up the wagon and dismounting. they prepared to unload the money, which was inclosed in two locked strong-boxe* Having reached the bank safely, the guardians of the treasure relaxed their vigilance— put in something like that. Anyhow. Mr. Taylor and Mr. Hutchin* Instead of remaining on guard, started to help At the moment when they had their hands full four men sprang from a doorway in a cabin which faces the back door of the bank. Before either the guards or the bank officials could get to their guns each felt a tnuxale poked into hte rib* To resist would have been to invite certain death. With muttered words of command, the road-agents backed their victims against the door, took away their gun* Then, while two of the bandits kept them covered, the others rapidly removed the treasure-boxes to the entrance of the alley, loaded them on to their horse* So well bad the criminals apparently Inforawd themselves of the bank’s habits that a spectator who noticed this act without comprehending its significance said that the saddlea of their animals were fitted with rope sling* The operation took but «a minute When this was don* the pair who had been covering the bank officials backed away to the entrance of the alley, still covering their victim* With a final warning that they would shoot the first man who emerged, they swung Into their saddles and rode away ta the darknes*

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“Piuckliy disregarding the warning! of the bandits, the banker and his a» sistants hurried to recover their gun* which had been tossed into the dark space between two cabin* Mr. Taylor was the first to succeed. He ras to the entrance of the alley an< turned loose at the bandits as they disappeared in moonlight. They re turned the fire at long range, fortunately with no effect. "The police were at once notified The crime, as before stated, occurred at about ten-forty-five. At eleven thirty the posse which Marshal Me Grath Immediately started to torn was still engaged in interesting conversation at the jail. Cinching * saddle Is an operation which take* time—■or something sarcastic, bettei than that. Rub It into them. An« end like this—take it down as I say it: “The aftermath of this affair will doubtless be known to all before thl« issue of the Courier reaches its read er*”' I could endure it no longer. Thai side of me which had been burning all night in the dark flames of my own inner hell burst to the surface. Il manifested Itself in violent physical action as I struck the point of 9 my pencil Into the table and cried: “Why are you keeping me In th« dark? Why am I on the outside of all this?” A dozen circumstances had come together in my mind—the mysto rious absences of Marcu* the hints oi secret events underlying that bank robbery, the- operations of Mike th« Bartender, the guard at the door oi the Courier, this last, cryptic sentence Under it all flamed a deeper, fouler more tormenting misery. Some on« had informed the bandits as to the very hour when the treasure would be delivered at the bank. Son e one had Informed them as to the very charae ter of its packing. Some one . . numbly I could feel the nails digginy into my clenched palm* And the face of Marcus Handy took on a curious expression. Almost, he looked ashamed. He dropped his eyes to the stone. “Sorry, I can’t tell you now. kid,* he said hesitantly. “Right sorry 1 can’t You’ve always played square with me. But wait until we’ve gons to press. Then Hl tell you. if you sure want to know. Now get to work Shove over your takes to the printers as fast as you write them.” Had Marcus replied to my outburst with his accustomed energy and authority. I do not know what 1 mighhave done. But this touch of sent! went served to cool and steady me My working side took hold again. Furiously I ripped through the story, th« printers taking away the uncorrectee copy as I wrote. However. I noticed dimly certain irregularities in the night routine of our office. I heard parleys at the door; evidently th< guard was still turning visitors away One man. however, was permitted tc pass—,<’ohen the jeweler. He held a whispered conference with Marcus over the stone, nodded, departed hastily. Marcus was keeping the front page open for my story of the robbery I had scarcely finished when he set the last take into plac* inserted a filler, locked the form. And now my hot. black impatience surged again. “You said you’d tell me—-• I cried from my desk. “Walt till she’s ran off,” replied Marcus. “Keep workin*. Start a col umn of telegraph new* V.’e’ll need it. There may be d—n littie work done in this office tomorrow —today—” he corrected himself; for the hands ot our old station clock pointed to hall past one. Again I forced myself tc work. Then the press began its rickety clang; and Johnnie, the office boy, as was his routine, laid the wet, un folded sheet upon my desk. My eye flew mechanically to my own story; then was deflected by a curl ous typographical feature, unique in the Cottonwood Courier. Sprinkled over the front page, a “door-mat" t« each separate item, ran a single legend. repeated again and again ta assorted job type: -SACRAMENTO DIGGINGS” Those words—where had I heard them? Memory worked in a blinding flash. It was the phrase Buck bad slipped to me so casually that day by the claim. A fatal perception of the truth crept Into my mind, opening the way for horrible consideration* . . Marcus stood over me. his face seeming to struggle with conflicting emotion* among which the chief waa eni barrassment. “Nobody will be-leaving the Couriet for half an hour or so." he said. “I guess I’m betrayin' no essential secreti if I tell you some thing*” He heel tated. and then, as though thrashing around the edges of the subject, h« sdded; -My fault at first that you didn’t know I like to play a lone hand Then afterward—” He hesitated And I burst oet again: "Why have 1 been left on the out aider My voice must have rang dis agreeably, for Marcus colored an instant as though with contagion of anger. that died out before he answered beeirentiy: “When *• formed a certain organ! satioo—there was one party ob jected —*’ “You mean.” I said, coming out bra tally with my conjecture* “when you formed the vigilance eommitteeF -How did jo« knowF (TO BB CONTTHCWD.) Iriah Fairiea In Ireland those generally spiritual but occasionally extremely materialistic little being* the fairie* ruled the roost until well on ta the Nineteenth century. They figure largely ta Irish poetry, and are celebrated by writers so diverse as Lover, Ferguses, and P. W. Joyce. And who that has read it ou ever forgot Testa' description of the wonderful lady who came to take Oisin Into tbs Land of the Ever Young on the back of the gloriously caparisoned stood with his bridle <rt find* tinny ? Hi* Injury John J. Brownlee brought sett against the Traction rempany tn the Second Judicial district. The auto to which he was riding was struck by a car several months ago and ba was thrown to the invoment. . . .He was confined to a hospital and his whole right side was decapitated for many month*—American Mercury.

THE WORLD’S GREATEVENTS ALBERT PAYSON TERHUNE I? ■•£ by Dodd. Maad * Comyaay.) Charlemagne ripHERE is a gigantic, long-bearded 1 king, according to old French tradition, who sits asleep at a great table beneath a mountain, with his warriors about him, waiting the hour of France’s direst need, to rise and restore her to power and peace. The king to whom legend credits this thou-sand-year slumber was Charlemagne, emperor of the Frank* who snatched France from barbarism and raised it to almost the eminence formerly held by ancient Rome. After Rome's fall her many provinces became prey to whomsoever could take and hold them. It was a case of catch-as-catch-can. with the strongest arm ever in control of the situation. Thu* in turn, first one chieftain and then another rose to power, to be deposed by a greater or to have his territory torn asunder at his death. It was a time of endless struggle. Civilization, culture, the art* and progress, were all in abeyance to the law of sword and flame. Finally the Frank* little by little, gained power, by war, coalition or diplomacy over groups of other principalities until, when Charlemagne came to the throne, tn 772, he found himself lord of the land that now comprises France and a large part of Germany. While much of Italy and a few other parts of Europe were moderately civilized. many of France’s nearer neighbors were mere savages and some of them heathen* Among the latter were the wild Saxons, a brave, lawless race inhabiting Westphalia and Holstein. These Saxons were marauder* As such they disturbed the welfare of Europe. They had rich possession* As such they roused the cupidity of Europe. Charlemagne discovered that the Saxons were heathen, and set out to convert them, carrying the Bible in one hand and the sword in the other. For thirty-two years off and on tha war lasted. He ravaged their country, beating* its.jdefender* tn spite of their fierce resistance, and demanding that they accept Christianity. The bewildered Saxon* falling to grasp the Gospel of Peace when preached with a sword, pretended to submit. Charlemagne then marched his army over the Pyrenees and proceeded to conquer Spain. This he did without meeting any serious reverse, until, as he was on his way back, bls rear guard, under command of the hero Roland, was ambushed and cut to pieces. Meantime, the moment bis back was turned, the Saxons bad sprung to arms and heathenism once more. Charlemagne returned to the attack and for three decades longer kept up the war. At the end of that time the Saxons’ country was a desert and their best men slain. Perforce they submitted and consented to be baptized, abandoning forever their heathen god* Charlemagne then set out to convert the Norsemen of Scandinavia and the natives of Hungary in like fashion; and. to rescue the Papal states from their foes. Invaded Italy. He welded his conquered lands into one compact and powerful nation, after the fashion of the ancient Roman conqueror* In recognition of his prowess he was formally crowned emperor of Rome on Christmas day, 800 A. D It was in Ns governing rather than in his conquest of other lands that Charlemagne rendered his chief service to progress aijd humanity; for wherever he conquered he carried education, musw, the arts and other modernizing influence* He reformed the corrupt inode of ruling then in vogue by his empire into district* each district under the con troi of a count, who was responsible for its welfare, and who had subsidiary officials to look after the Interests and safety of the people. He thus introduced the new “feudal system” of paternal government in place of the old chaotic methods; a system that superseded the semi-lawlessness of the Dark Agee and advanced the world’s development along all useful lines. Charlemagne and Ns reign formed. In tact, the link between the ancient and more modern times; between the out-worn old order and the new order of things which was slowly shaping the earth’s destiny into its present mold. The emperor was wise enough to take all that was best In the Nd system and graft It on the new. Franc* the great nation of later day* came into existence during this reign, bred by a mingling of ancient civilisation with the hardy and newer Teutonic energy. In 814. at the acme of Ms glory, Charlemagne died. As usual ta such case* the vaM “one-man” empire could not endure intact after the death of the genius that had built it up. His temporal achievements crum bled away at his death, and bad he been merely a conqueror he would have left no lasting Impression on hto tors. 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