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Outlaws of Eden By PETER B. KYNE W. N. U. Service —Copyright by Peter B. Kyne THE STORY Arrived back at the Circle K head quarters with Lorry Kershaw, and Miss Lizzie Bachman, Nate Tichenor. after the fashion of a rural neighbor, did the chores. He realized that, with the men all away, Lorry would have had to do them. He ate his dinner in silence, for both he and Lorry were acutely aware of the presence of Miss Bachman and distrusted her. After dinner he kin dled a log fire in the living room fireplace. He was a straight, well-set up young man, not overly thick but muscular: he had a little crescent out of his left ear and a faint white scar about three inches long ran across his left temple and disappeared into his hair. His teeth were strong, even, white and well cared for. His nose, thin and high and a fraction too long, tended to spoil what would otherwise have been a handsome face, but lent .to him an air of distinction. It was the nose of a thoroughbred, a think er. His eyebrows, heavy and almost black, were a bit overhanging, thus giving to his glance an expression of alertness and directness, particularly when he asked one a question. Lcrry had already observed that he moved with quick, precise motions, like one very sure of himself and in the pink of physical condition. About eight-thirty the nurse re tired: as her bedroom door closed be hind her Nate Tichenor arose, shoved an easy chair toward the fire and waved Lorry into it. He remained standing until she had seated herself. "Too bad your father wasn't here when I called this morning. I might have preserved his life for many years." Tichenor snapped his fingers. "Kismet!" he murmured. "We thought you were waiting un til we got in so deep we couldn't swim out, then you could smash us more easily.” "Had I chosen to smash you a long time ago there was nothing to stop me. You were helpless." "Then why didn't you?" "I didn't need the money and I knew I could always protect myself. I could have gotten the ranch at 25 per cent of its value. As a matter of fact, I did plan to buy your mort gage. Surely you do not think I am so careless as not to have kept a close watch on the Kershaws." "Your people always wanted all of Eden Valley, of course. So you planned to buy the mortgage and foreclose.” "No, I planned to buy it and hold it, because only in that way could I be assured the Kershaws wouldn’t be annoyed. I planned to give you time to work out of the jam you are in; t . m, if you couldn't make the grade, I planned to buy your outfit, lock, sleek and barrel, at a fair price. Ow en was dead, your father was a crip ple and you couldn't operate the bus iness—” "Os course I could operate it," she challenged. “And I shall. The cattle business is bound to recover. It's get ting better every day. Within two years beef will be selling at ten cents on the ranch.” I do not doubt that. Who is your father's foreman ?” I am. Since graduating from the university in 1921 I have operated this business. I do a man’s work. I know cattle and I know my job. I can ride, rope and brand and I bust my own saddle stock. I hire and fire. I’ve had to do it.” "And you want to keep on doing it?” The girl nodded. “Well, carry on.” I cannot unless you buy the ranch mortgage to protect me—and your self, otherwise it will be foreclosed.” “In a few days,” he suggested, “go to see Babson and say that I am in clined to grant you additional time provided he will do the same.” “I can’t understand why you are so kind.” , I L s a fault I inherited from my ! father.” A tiny smile flitted around I his firm mouth. “Your grandfather i tried hard' to be neighborly to my | grandfather but my grandfather was hard-boiled and mean and stupid and ! wouldn't play the game; as a result! he spoiled all subsequent opportuni-1 ties for his clan. It’s my chance now and I have a curious yearning to make good, particularly since it will not cost me anything,” he added bluntly, as if ashamed of his chiv alry. “I thank you more than I can say. We’ve been paying the bank in Val ley Center 12 per cent on our unse cured loans.” ‘‘Well, 12 per cent is legal in this state, Miss Kershaw. However, strike Babson for a reduction to 7. Give him an argument. You may win. Bab son’s probably as hard as a picnic egg, but he may have an unsuspect ed soft spot.” “I wish I could agree with you, but I find that impossible. Our ranch was mortgaged to a San Francicco bank, hut recently Babson bought it from i them —” "He has a hen on," said Nate Tich | enor, "and I'll have to find out whe ! ther it's a Bantam or a Plymouth i Rock. A coward and a potential j crook. Money-mad. A schmeer. Miss | Lorry, he wants the Circle K ranch. When he ascertained from my attor ney that the Bar H was not for sale, he decided to acquire the Circle K, so immediately he purchased your mortgage." “But why has he developed this sudden interest in Eden Valley?” “I do not know, but I intend to find out. However, he’ll never own the Cir cle K. Whenever you find yourself unable to hang on to it, I'm the right ful heir to it. Understand ?” "Perfectly. You're sure you will not permit him to crowd me? Sure this isn't a generous impulse because you find me in such a sad case today? An impulse you may, with reason, re gret next week?" He drew a checkbook from his in ner breast pocket, went to her desk j and signed a check in blank. "You | fill that in for what your father’s es i tate owes Babson and his bank." he | ordered curtly, “and secure me with j your promissory note.” | She tossed the check in the fire. "What's your interest in me?" she i demanded. "I can understand sympa j thy and gentlemanly kindness but not j a blank check that could be filled in for nearly two hundred and ninety J thousand dollars.” “I met your brother, Owen, in France. It was before Cantigny, I I was the chief so No. 4 section of my i battery, and my gun got bogged in a i small shell-hole in the road. The : teams were new, half-trained and un ! used to draft and the drivers were I worse, so I had a lot of plunging and i , lugging- no co-ordinated effort—and I j there we stuck. There was an infan- I ■ try regiment resting by the side of the road, and pretty soon a private came up and told the green lead driv er to dismount and let him try. I saw by the way this doughboy soothed the excited horses that he knew horses- - so I took the place of the driver on the swing team. Fortunately, I had a good driver on the wheel team, so presently, with the cannoneers and i j spare drivers at the wheels and push- I mg bheind, we gathered our teams j and made one steady, concentrated j pull--and the gun came out. And j when the infantryman dismounted : -' ■ ": the lead team. Owen Kershaw | and I recognized each other. I said: j 'Thanks, Kershaw. I’m obliged to you. j Good luck to you.' ” “What did Owen say ?" the girl asked softly. "Nothing, Miss Lorry. His face sort of twisted. You see, we were all ex hausted and hungry and thirsty and we'd been through a lot of mud and blood and I suppose we each had the same thought—that the Hensley- Kershaw feud was a pitiful thing. I know I had a vision of Eden Valley just then. Perhaps Owen did, too, be cause he commenced to cry silently: and then he came toward me and I commenced to cry, too. We didn’t say anything, because there was nothing to say; just leaned against each oth er and thumped each other's backs and were quiet about it. Owen walked beside me up the road a little, his ; arm through mine; and finally he | said: ’Nate, maybe my dog tag will beat me back to Eden Valley. But if | you take care of yourself, you’re lia | ble to go back with both your dog ] ta »s; and when you do, call on the | old man and Lorry and tell them it's j an order from me that you’re to stay | for dinner.’ ” "Did he say anything about the j water ?” Ves, he said we were to have it i and that he'd write home about it as j soon as he got the opportunity. So I ; told him you’d already promised to let my people have it and that pleas led him. And I promised him I’d be a 'good neighbor and fight as hard for I the Kershaws hereafter as our clan I had ever fought against them. That affected him very deeply and he ! 'fragged me off the road and we j swore blood brotherhood, each to the other and then we embraced like wo sentimental Frenchmen and were ! ashamed of it because we were both hillbillies—and I went on with my section and he went back and flopped with his weary squad—and here I am, and I’ve been a long time get ting here.” "Why did you delay, Nate?” “I kept remembering him” he pointed to the bedroom door—“and how he spoke to me that morning I came to ask for the water. I was afraid he’d never understand—So I thought I’d wait and not bother him and gradually inculcate in him the belief that I wasn’t a bad sort of citizen. I see now that was poor stra tegy.” “Life,” the girl said drearily, “is a game that is played to be lost.” His hand strayed over and impris oned hers. "Poor little sister!” he murmured. “So hopeless and bitter WATAUGA DEMOCRAT—EVERY THURSDAY'—BOONE, N. C. National Essay Winner MARTINVILLE, Ind. . Harry E. Terhune, 19, (above) whose essay, “Peace With Security” won the national “Fidao ’ American i Legion contest, will be entered in the international contest at Paris this month. and the sun just rising over Eden Valley after a long eclipse. Life may be a game that is played to be lost, but we’ll play it like sportsmen and go smiling to our defeat." CHAPTER VI Nate Tichenor slept at the Bar H that night, but returned to the Circle K early next morning, with two men he had picked up in Valley Center. He set them at once to the task of digging Ranee Kershaw's grave in the family cemetery. Lorry Kershaw pointing out to them the desired spot. About noon the coffin arrived from Valley Center and he helped the man who delivered it place Ker shaw in it. Then he lunched with Lorry and Miss Bachman. At one thirty he and Lorry hitched a team to a wagon and he drove it around and tied the team in front of the house. At two o’clock the girl met his inquiring glance bravely and said: "We might as well proceed, Nate. Nobody’s coming to my father’s fu neral.” With the aid of two of the hired men he carried Ranee Kershaw out to the wagon, and, mounting the seat, drove his late enemy on the latter's last pilgrimage, while Lorry, Miss Bachman, and the two laborers fol lowed in the Kershaw car. At the grave Tichenor read the funeral ser vice, the men covered the grave, Tich enor gave them each a ten-dollar bill and with Lorry and Miss Bach man returned to the house. He was rather proud of the manner in which Lorry had carried on, even though he had expected her to ex hibit the traditional courage of her clan. Throughout the remainder of the afternoon he sat with the two wo-1 men in the ranch house veranda and was talkative to a degree only ex cusable in his own mind because he had the customary masculine belief that it was his duty to keep Lorry’s mind off her troubles. Evidently Miss Lizzie Bachman was similarly in spired. He enjoyed (and was certain Lorry did also) the efforts of Miss Bachman to elicit from him informa tion as to his comings and goings since he had left Eden Valley. For three hours he withstood her assaults; then, weary and discouraged, excused himself and motored back home to the comforting presence of his silent valet. (CONTINUED NEXT WEEK) TODAY and FRANK PARKER STOCKBRIPOE^^^S^ CAPITALISM . . . defined People speak of capitalism as if it were some sort of an organized plan imposed upon people unable to help themselves. Capitalism is mere ly a name for the system which has grown naturally out of mankind’s ability to produce a surplus of wealth beyond immediate needs. Capital is nothing but wealth not required for productive use at the moment. Every man who has a dollar in a savings bank and does not need it is as much a capitalist as a millionaire is. Capital is destroyed only when it is consumed by individuals. It is not lost when it is invested in per manent things, like buildings and railroads. The individuals who invest ed may lose, but the building remains. The outcry against capitalism is not really aimed at the system, which is the only system under which real wealth ever accumulates, but against individuals who divert too high a pro portion of their temporary share of the world's capital to non-social uses. ** * * SOCIALISM . . . State owned Stripped of all of its sophomoric entanglements, the essence of Social ism is not the abolition of capital, but the ownership of all capital by the State. The tendency in that di rection has been growing stronger for more than a hundred years. Pri vate capital used to build and oper ate highways and bridges, charging toll for every traveller or vehicle that used them. Long ago those enterpris es became investments of public cap ital. . Agriculture, fishing, mining and manufacturing are still in the hands of private capital. The complete So cialist program would make all of those functions of the State. REGULATION . . . V. S. aim What we seem to be heading for in America is a compromise between uncontrolled private capitalism and complete Socialism. The compromise is the continuance of private Capi talism under State regulation. We have had that in the case of rail roads for fifty years. It seems to be close at hand in the matter of tele- j graph, telephone and radio communi cations. At the same time, there is an in creasing tendency to apply State cap ital to long-term enterprises which do not promise a direct return in div idends, but which are presumably justified by their social value. This includes such things as parks, many classes of highways, public buildings, and similar enterprises. Private cap ital is not interested in these non productive ventures. ** * * TAXATION ... it is distributed Since capital is merely the surplus product of labor above what labor received, the question whether that surplus belongs to the employer or | to the labor which produced it is a vexed question that, in its turn, is the subject of continuous compromis es, out of each of which labor gets a proportionately larger share. Since public capital is exactly like private capital -that is, the surplus of wealth above what is consumed in the course of its production—it fol lows that the larger the share of cap- 1 ital accruing to labor, the larger the ' share of taxation must be borne by labor. There is no such thing as tax ing capital out of existence. Individ ual capitalists may be taxed into pov erty, but that is merely the conver sion of private capital into public capital. The only way capital is destroyed is by wasting it. Private individuals waste it by spending it on unproduc tive luxuries, great estates, yachts, in ether ways that serve no legitimate need but are merely ostentation. Gov ernment wastes it by giving it away in return for little or no productive labor, and by letting political graft ers steal it as it passes through their hands. ** * * HISTORY . . . 1645 ruling The first effort to regulate the use of private capital in this country is set down in the Proceedings of the General Court of Plymouth Colony for the year 1645. John Stockbridge of Scituate, who was my earliest American ancestor, was brought be fore the court and charged with be ing a monopolist, in that he owned all the water-powers in the colony and had put only one of them to use, with his gristmill. He was ordered to either build mills on the unusued wa terpowers or sell them to someone who would. 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Private capital might justly be required to go to work for some so cial purpose, such as building a saw mill. In a perfect social system it would not be permissible for its own er to withhold more of its benefits When You Need Grass Seeds FOR LAYING BY YOUR BUCKWHEAT OR CORN, YOU CAN FIND JUST WHAT YOU ARE NEEDING AT OUR STORE! Our stocks of all kinds of seeds are complete-, and prices are be low the market. We have Crimson Clover, also Soy Beans. LET US KNOW YOUR REQUIRE MENTS EARLY. Farmers Hardware & Supply Company BOONE, N. C. JULY 5, 1934 than sufficient to maintain himself and his family in reasonable comfort Such a rule would be absurd, how ever, even wicked, in a political sys tem riddled with inefficiency and hon eycombed with graft. Private capital and its owners, at the worst, are far more honest and far more careful of the uses they put their capital to than any government I know of.