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■. Hie cl Sly day* to follow.
E fl at >;::i.iiier can
u ■ ' ; harvest ends and
;> long period tt'Ws
1 nrvo^r. Hut with
-• .. jut t:s. It is hard
I e * er be a lessened
s Columbus
I - out ill t!ie tield.
i e ("x eptlons.
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or. IVrhaps it Is
;*t . M e it would cot l>e a
. . •• tried :ili summer
>i ut .< terrain to co:ue
< Hut it is certain
. ptlulMlc at any
■ ■ of sittlas down
I . ■ .: - r.. brine us to
- - :i f! e summer re
.s summer »p
<;• they km»v It or not.
v: these people who
^:i they ought to
r - wouM he think
- supply, or the
.• " are itoing to re
. •: - are all right; we
nt siny xuan's taking a
; I • himself while
. - f ..Mi. I'.ut the fact
persons suffer
of their
. < utiril the summer.
leve by doing
It - It : Hitters col
>.,• to stoke a
f- • . i I si :y;'. writer, hauilie
t- ■ lig coal, run an
- at - ■ • ormpHlilWK, tearh
c . - the street--, preach.
v • t clit a publication,
t!in a way that
en I ' - • 'tcr or in a way that
des i It, »;;« Forbes Mugiilinn
Not i!;.- nt;:re the work hut the
na! n which the work
t.e o»ut.t*. Ni> man or woman
n! - ! ,• . or work ever feels
or to t!.:rt work. It Is he who
Is •! lag t nrk In a way that Is not
wor doing \vh • feels that the work
Is t. : worth d->ir.g. Were Carlyle
alive • lay he ft:'.; not write a trui*
or I -e tlx lely vn rd t'.:an this. "Work
is • .ranJ -e - nil the maladies
and r iserles thi t ever beset mankind
—In ■ t v . , . !i you intend get
tins C ie.''
experts M harvest tlie grent
cst v.!.eat crop in its history. The
; I« for a total yield of
57C.SM.OOO l.ush \s. Tliis Is S3 per
cent : re f n grown Ja tfc; sime
coue: * r; ~ r " i the harvest U So
close a: h;.n 1 that there Is not mucB
danger of In the vital task of
filling the wnri'l? bread basket India
• rus part This Is
will play a cousp
Very good news,
betray Ante; i
or lazy opt; -
crop is nstttit le
likely tf> b •
6hort of w' ih>
to u>e. K- i * v.'
that can In- :r
many—hoi. i
' it it should not
■ either gluttony
'i'li* world's wheat
:>r than it seemed
s:; 11 a good ways
1 "'till he glad
• suhstitote
vti—ami there are
planted to the lars
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A tXlE OF the F^ffWOODiS
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fe!l back, leaving some little space
about the horse. The Pearlhunter
was the tallest man there. His height
enabled him to see with tolerable
clearness to the outskirts of the
crowd. He swept his eyes over the
heads of the others like a man looking
tor something he fully expected to
find. He was not disappointed. In
the outer edge of the crowd, leaning
carelessly agalust a hitch rack, stood
the man he was expecting to see. He
had come out of the Mud Hen at the
beginning of the uproar but had taken
no part In the lynching. He didn't
need to. He had a whole town to do
It for him.
The Pearlhunter was not surprised
to see him there. Why shouldn't he
be there, a very much Interested speo
tator at the final working out of his
well-laid plot, a r>tor that bad worked
• ■ - T v re. vv. vim
•'Who Is Thi* Man?" Yelled the Sheriff.
| oui so Infinitely better thau he had
I planned? Why shouldn't a mnn come
I to see himself hanged?
Am! there the I'eorl hunter stood.
I with the rope around his neck—the
[ wrong neck—and no proof to put It
j around the right one. Something
l swelled under the rope: something
I that surged up to his eyes and struck
: out a *plinter of fire, lie turned to
I the man on the horse.
i -"Sheriff. If you'll stiefc my gun back
; and cut my hands loose. I'll rope you
I the real lied Mask."
i It was an unwise thing to say. He
knew It the moment he'd said it. It
was unlike him. The man leaning In
apparent carelessness against the
i hitch rack was probably quite un
i aware that he was suspected. It
' might prove a costly mistake to let
| him know that he was. Besides, It
, was extremely unlikely that he would
j have the pearl still on him. With the
pearl gone, the proof would be gone,
j The Pearlhunter's usual slow caution
should have brought a good many con
' slderaflons to his mind before he said
I that. But a rope around a man's neck
• makes a prodigious difference in the
j look of things. One cannot help won
I dering what would have been the out
> come had the sheriff heeded the re
quest and cut loose the hands of his
prisoner. Things would have hap
' pened—and they would have hap
j pened fast.
| The sheriff laughed: a hard, raspy
laugh. A good many thlmrs in that
: laugh: the jangle of handcuffs; the
' grate of keys in stiff locks—but never
• a mite of mirth.
j "He's roped now."
I "He's not." was the Pearlhunter's
I incautious answer, "hut he's handy."
I He had purposely raised his voice.
But the man for whose ear it was in
tended never shifted his position;
never changed,_ even In the slightest,
his easy smile." He did slip his hand
down the front of his frock coat and
loosen It against his side, but that
was all.
The sheriff swore; turned slowly In
bis saddle and glanced the crowd over.
"Ladies an' gentlemen," he said, rais
ing his voice, "as X said before, this
man Is entitled to a trial, an' a trial
he'll git He'll hang—hut It'll be the
law that hangs 'im, an' not you. I ad
vise you to break up this damn fool
ishness an' go home."
It could be seen with half an eye
that the sheriff was In no humor to
stand any back talk. The crowd didn't
try • It; they obeyed—many sullenly,
some grumbling openly. A few stayed.
; The man leaning aga'mst the hitch
1 rack went hack to tin-,. Mud Ilea.
The village oi uui.-Ke.ve siruBKics
for a qunrter of n mile along the river
road. The road Is a bigger Institution
than the town. It formed the princi
pal street. The village lockup, or
Jail, stood In plain sight a short way
to the west on the north side of the
rohd.
The sheriff dismounted, picked up
the slit and trampled blouse, threw It
!> lout the shoulders of his prisoner
and untied the severed rope end still
knotted nbout his ne-k. With a mut
tered command, he made a slight mo
tion toward the Jail with his revolver.
The rearlhunter. still with bound
bands, his shirt so tattered that It
left him half-naked from his waist up,
the blood upon his face and body fast
stiffening Into clots, obeyed the com
mand.
Inside the lockup the sfcerlflf cut his
hands loose, and Immediately stepped
outside and loc!,-r,l the door, seeming
to have no fancy to tarry after his
prisoner's hands were free. Turning
hack to his prisoner he pointed out
his house and told hlra he would bring
over some supper later on.
The Buckeye lockup was a-two
story. rectangular structure of heavy
logs. There were two cells, with a
hallway between, on the first floor,
and the same arrangement above. The
Pearlhunter was the only prisoner, so
he hail free range of both lower cells.
The barred gate opening to the stair
leading to the upper floor was heavily
padlocked. The door of the Jail faced
south—faced the. river road. Each
cell had one window; the window of
the one looking east, the window of
the other looking west. These win
dows were both rather larger than
mlcht have been expected. Each con
tained a single sash, with the four
bars to each window, set in nttger
holes In the Iocs at the top and bot
tom. The snsli was hinged at the side
so as to swing in.
The t'enrlhmiter opened the .sash at
the west window and swung it back
as far as It would go. Through the
bars be could look out under the cool,
calm trees In the jail yard. The river
road wound dusty and dry toward the
sundown: woend to the first curve
and hid Itself in the hills; wound on
to that sharp turn at the rim of the
deep woods by the low fence. And
there the i :t ! b-'gan, the dim shin
path worn by .underfill feet; the path
that led to a girl with eyes like the
plrfcid sky at Ibe bottom of the
spring; eyes that "trusted" him, that
would look for him. What would they
be like when lie didn't come; when
the word reached her that he was the
Ked Mask? lie thought of that bit of
scarlet cloth liehlnd the books, with
the knife thrust near an eyehole.
What If he should never have the
chance' to set himself right—if be
should die without the chance? What
would the eyes be like then?
The thought ii;.-lie».-cd him well
nigh past br.ning. ile wluceU as
though I! bad been a blade that
slabbed ldi:i. The crinkle of paper in
his tailored Mouse cau~ht his atten
tion. II- «'.ew !'•<• paper forth—the
draft! In the fa«t failing light be
smoothed it out alul pored over the
words a 'ain.
His day! llis great da.v! lie had
watched It slip Into a starry world
upon lite eresi of midnight; had
watched it utibar tin* gatis of dawn.
And now It had' driven across the
world and oat at the gates of sunset,
i Dead! Cone ba-k into the olglit!
lie left the window; dropped down
upon the one broken chair in the cell
and buried Ills face In his bauds.
CHAPTER VIII.
Silsnce Tint Cams Alive.
The Penrlhunter was not n mnn to
be Ions hcl«l down. Hi* day wns gone;
but the nighr reiimineil.
The sheriff was to bring his supper
to him. The fact suddenly became
significant. Maybe heM conic Inside.
Maybe he'd come alone.
A rusty stove out In the hallway be
tween the two ce'ls caught his eye. No
poker: no lid. The d»or was fastened
in n manner that prevented its being
taken off. The hearth was gone. Noth
ing loose. He stood studying it. The
legs! He darted behind the stove,
lifted it. and wrencl ed one loose, hid
it under his rumpled blouse; and went
to the east window to watch the
sheriff's house.
A scratching at the west window
caught Ills ear. He listened till It
wns repeated: crossed the hall and
tiptoed to the window. A hand cauie
up to scratch the window ledge again.
The Penrlhunter laid his pal:n upon
It. It was snatched away; hut came
hack »gain.
"That you. Penrlhunter?"
"Y es."
The man on the outside raised him
self even with the window. The Pearl
hunter would have recognized' him in
half the light—the Boss. His face
came close to the i>ars on the outsitU
the Penrlhuriter's face came close to
the hnrs on the Inside. The friendly
butt of n six-gun cnme across tlie win
dow ledge. The comfortable feel of
It In his fingers gave the Pearlhunter
a new lease of life.
"Hide It In y'ur pants leg, or
souie'r's." the Boss whispered. "An'
"Hide It In Your Pants Leo, or Sonv
•ere's."
here's some more bullets, an' th' caps
nn' powder flask."
Tlie young man grasped the hard
old hand and whispered an awkward
word or two. The Boss drew his hand
hack and swore.
"Hit ain't no more'n you'd 'a' done
fer me." he growled. "Now listen.
Bull Masterson he's camped three
mile tip the river. He's got seven
men; an' I've got five. That makes
fourteen, cotintln' me and Bull. We
c'n plum upset this derned ol' meat
house. An' onee't we git y'u out, let
'em tii.v a claw 011 y'u ag"ln, If they
devil da'st."
"No. no." the I'earlluinter muttered.
"You nitsdr't do (hat. You'd cross the
law your elves."
"Law I" the Boss snorted In his
hoarse whispers. "Hit aint th' law,
nor th' sheriff I'm fearln'. Hit's them
cussed tuwn yaps. They're wild at
| th' name of th' Bed Mask. They
think you're him, and they're like a
herd of deer that's got a wolf down.
They're holdln' a meetln' right now
b'hind lh' Mud Hen. If they start
ag'in, the sheriff cayn't hold out ag'ln'
'em. That tlmber-buyln' feller, him
with th' flowery vest, 'pears f be
ecgin' 'em on. I'd like t' know what
th' thunder—"
The tall form of the Pearlhunter
stiffened in the gloom; his fingers
gripped the revolver butt.
"You might get Bull Masterson," be
said, "and wait neross there on the
lower point of Alpine Island. But
don't do anything unless the mob
starts. 1 don't know much law, but I
do know the law couldn't hurt you for
| rescuing a sheriff's prisoner from a
mob."
} "I.aw! Law!" The Boss growled.
"When I know they've ketched th'
wrong man—"
He would have grumbled still
1 further, but the Pearlhunter urged
| him to go. With a last whispered
word, the sturdy old fellow stole
away In the groom, half reluctant still,
n* though he felt he was disgracing
himself not to stay and tight—souie
! body.
| The Pearlhunter strained his ears
j for sounds further tip the street, par
i ticularly for any loud talk or excite
! nicut back of the Mud Hen.
( it was the hour Just after nightfall,
I when village streets are most likely
to be deserted—the honr when
j loungers go home to supper. Not a
j sound out of the ordinary rode the
i air.
at me moment, a mior openeu on
I lie hack porch of tlie slier ill's house.
A square of light picked out the rough
hoards. The sheriff appeared with a
flat basket In the hollow of Ills arm.
A woman's hand pulled hack the mus
I !ln curtains at a side window and held
a candle closjp to the pane to light him
across the jail yard.
• The I'earlhunter lounged down on
the broken chair. A moment Inter a
key, scraping unbelievably loud on the
dull silence of the jail, hunted its way
Into the lock. The heavy outer door
whined back. A match scraped; the
sputtering flame was laid to the stub
of a candle; an arm held it through
the bars of the inner door.
"Oh. you're awake! it was so qnlet
In here I thought mebbe y'u might be
aQleep."
With the air of a man dog tired the
Pearihunter dragged himself up oft the
chair, shambled out into the hall and
took the stub of candle from the sher
iff's hand.
The sheriff fumbled three or four
dishes and a tin cup of black coffee out
of the flat basket and held them close
to the bars. He stood well back, tak
ing quite evident pains to keep his re
volver butt out of reach. He did not
know there was a very dependable
weapon already on the other side of
the bars. Ho made no move to unlock
the dnnr or to enter the cell
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NOTICE OF ADMINISTRATOR ON FINAL
In >.lie Court of the Commissioner
for the Territory of AlaBka„
Division No, 1> before the Hon. J.
J. F. Ward. Ex-Offlco PrODate
Judfct "l't'ag 'n Probate, at SkaS
way, PredLct.
Ia the maUer of the E3tato of
Georse Mowl, deceased.
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<1. r'iJmed, adninUstrator of the
tate of Georse Howl, deceased, that
a final r©Poi*"t ,and petition, for dl^tri
button ha» b®en. filed /with the above
named cour[ ty thg 'Administrator.'
of the above named estate; that the
Court la asked to settle sucii rePort j
di*trlbute the ProPerly to the h i j
.I'oisona entit'ed 'o the same and t
discharge the administrator, ;and tli.
Thursday the 23 [day of Decsembe '
1929, at 2 [p. m. in the Court Itoi j
of the above entlltled Court. has bee !
flxt'J as the time and Place for th
hearing of «uch final rePort and Pe,
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Administrator
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Dally ficept Sunday
t fl». 1, N. Bound
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