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Fridar. Mr 21. 1920.
THE PIOCHE RECORD for untainable creature cald Pom - v a a .XI A II W ! - I men. i i I : 1 ft a e 1 1 U I i. f V, !, ' I. '1 CONDENSED CLASSICS B era astkus coram ootls iE'YE lmd trouble and tribulation siuce tb' stranger bought Bull Tongue ranges," old Squire Grny com plained gloomily, ax be took his gun from the books. "Molly, girl, dunno as It's right for you to be out buutin' with Die so inucli b u t" catching the shade of the disappointment In the young face "reckon you can go this time. But, rolud you. It'a tb' lust!" "Yea. father, the very lust." Molly acquiesced, flipping on a discarded coat of the squire, "but the buck we saw on the Rainbow aiountaln we mustn't miss him !" "Squire!" Interrupted a shrill voice from the kitchen, "you're raisin Molly raH lity trlflln' shootln en trompln' arfter you like ea she were Jo boy-kind, eg were kilt endurln' ti wnr.' "Jea go, Hannah Harks; Jos so," the squire agreed. "I done done lost my boys; then Molly's born so long urter, and there's no one else. Hut this aire th' last time, Hannah. Come along, Mol ly. If yo're uiother'd lived, she'd ruised you es a female girl oughter be raised." And the old man, with Molly tripping along be side him and toughing softly to herself, wended hia way down the hill path. Every time was "the last" until Molly vvanteikto go again. They went down through the pines. Suddenly the squire stopped and rubbed his eyes. "Mebbe your sight aire better'n mine, daughter," he said; "look south In th' cove neighboring Rain bow mountains aire that Grohsmun en a passel of men or no?" "It's him, father the stranger on our Ian -Vulting away the brush. Oh, father, he's going to take Rainbow and the Fighting Ground I" "Dunno es he will 1" he drawled, striding rap idly forward. No one knew much of the stranger except that he was from the West, nnd wns seeking health and sport for bis grandson Martin In the mountain country. Molly constantly encountered Martin hunting on the ridge. In fact, he seemed to fol low the game oftener on the Gray lands than on his own Dull Tongue. "What aire you about, cuttln brush on my land?", demanded the old squire. "I'm cutting the line between yours and mine, If you want to know," the stranger retorted, offensively. "I want you to understand fully what belongs to Gray and what belongs to Grohsman. You don't seem to know 1" "Mebbe I don't," replied the mountaineer, "but Rnlnbow mountain aire mine. I've belt It. man and boy, these sixty year. My father belt It nfo me, en my grandpap afo him. Whenst I'm gone, my gal there'll hold It arter me!" "We'll see about that! My claim Includes the Rainbow, and I propose to hold It. When I'm gone, my grandson Martin will hold It after me 1" Grohs man flung back. As the two old men eyed each other, the thickets parted and, one by one, several men emerged. They paused, quite naturally, as though drawn by the discussion and curious as to Its outcome. "I want to move that grave off my land." Grohs roan Insisted, after scanning the faces of the In truders carefully. "Out west where I come from, people stopped throwtng their folks on the prairie twenty years ago. They bury them decently In cemeteries and church yards. And I tell you right now I'm not to be chiseled out of port of my pur chase because you are too stupid to understand the line." "Seems like Tm mostly too stupid," asserted the squire In misleading meekness of voice, "to understan' how you can get my land, savin' you bespeak me and pass some money long of It" "I'm a western man, used to holding my claim by main force. This Is the dividing line, I say I rm no fool. If you are !" "My hald nlre monstrous thick, stranger. But I mostly hold to my say-so, which aire that your line goes t'other side th' Rainbow." "Molly, daughter," he added, without turning lis head, "the buck must have goue to th' big timber. Go arter him." Molly dropped out of the group without dis turbing Its rigid pose. Looking back as she turned Into the big timber, she saw the wrathful stranger advance a step In rash defiance. In an Instant every weapon of the mountaineers was leveled at him and his men. Molly averted her eyes and ran swiftly Into the big woods, so heedless that she ran squarely against Martin Grohsman as be stepped from behind an Immense oak. "Walt, Molly wait! I came here to see you!" he called to her. "You are running like a wild deer. I wanted to say to you that you mustn't blame grandfather. He thinks the land Is his." "How can he when It's been father's always?" he flung back with conviction. "But, Molly, we needn't quarrel. I don't care a fig about Rainbow mountain. Let them settle It as they like. Let us be friends. Won't yon?" Molly smiled forgivingly. It was hard to hold resentment against Martin. "You understand, don't yon. Martin." she ex plained, "that's the Fighting Ground, and Hannah Harks says the men killed there were all "carried away, saving this one. I enn't any rightly how he came to be left, but mother put wild violets and honeysuckle and lilies from the marsh over his rave, because he's so lonesome-like, though he ain't one of our men. I flower his grave now, Martin, 'stead of mother, every year. I fault your grandfather for wantin the Rainbow and threat enln' to bve the grave moved onllest I hope father won't hurt him." "Just promise friends with me, Molly T" he pleaded. "Dunno but what I will," the girl capitulated. When the 8qulre came home he was unusually Rent and taciturn. "Molly, daughter," he aald, "I've a word to say. lve give waroln' es we'll shoot any prowlln' folka on Rainbow mountain and the stranger haa glo back word aa hell ahoot any of we'nns ketched there until arter the new survey, which I've 'greed io allow. The Graya aire bound to stand In with gm entr whichever way the survey goes. Th' M JUUUU (I UU& 1 it i vvrizixmiwtwtmmM&fovam i . - m iiiiiiiiiiii r r w id A.T in m r -.a i i r r ar : i i i - an ii n m , n -wi i m i &j ywx saay st a. m i i v. w l m. l. v ai ""itii i t e ra, jb , r , m m m rati z im ,m iti v-'-w -v i in mv ' m v. u i sv m Sir Arthur Conan DotI waa born en May 12. 1S5, la Edinbureh. His father. Charles Doyle, was an ar tist of fantastic Inaal nation. The boy went to 8 1 o n y b urst col lege, studied In Germany, and re turned to take his degree at Edin burgh university In 1895. He signed aa ship's doctor for a two years' whaling trip In the arctic, traveled In West Africa, and finally settled as a doctor In South sea. His restless Imagination found constant expression in short stories. Sherlock Holmes made his first ap pears nee in "A Study In Scarlet (1S8T) but won his immense popularity In "The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes." The original of the genius detective was Dr. Bell of Edinburgh university. The popular hero lived strain In "The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes. "The Hound of the Basker villes" and "The Return of Sherlock Ho'mes." lr. Doyle drew abundantly from his tortcal sources for his novels and plays. "The White Company." a stir ring romance, first introduced Sir Nigel as an old man. In 1905 his youth was portrayed In the book named for him. Conan Doyle served in a field hos pital In the South African war, wrote two books in defense of the British yuug feller, Martin, aire against th' Grays, and you aire a Gray. Mind you what I say." As the days went by Molly caught glimpses, re mote and fleeting of Martin dangerously far in, -on ground protected by an armed neutrality. Once they chanced near enough for Martin to call to her. "We're friends, Molly?" "Yes yes, Martin, we're friends, this time." "They're done th' surveyln', Molly," Hannah Harks explained, when she reached home, "an th stranger ain't satisfied. It don't give him Rain bow inountalng. They're goln' ter try It over ergln, an' they're all plumb hot, long of It. Whomst steps on Rainbow aire to be dropped In his tracks, 'thout no wamln'. Ilowsomere, I'm deemln to flower th' grave whenst th' day conies." The evening before Decoration day Molly was plucking white lilacs when the Squire came down the path. "My daughter," he said. In the mild, slow tones that always frightened her, "it hes come to my ears that th young feller, Martin, prowls continual on th' Rainbow. I've give In to a new surveyln. Rut we 'greed t shoot whomsoever footed on Rainbow mountains. It hns come to me that It's th' feller defyln' of us. He aire a comely, proper boy, but a monstrous fool, en seems like they don't know Johnson Gray." The lilacs dropped from Molly's handSv She knew Johnson Gray. Conflicting Impulses stirred her. From the chaos one conviction came su preme she had a promise to keep. It was not being friends with Martin to let him unwittingly anger the Grays. The young moon had long since vanished behind the peaks, but the stars gleamed in cloudless bril liancy. The pence nnd sublimity of the mountains seemed too Infinite for evil design. And yet the Squire nnd half a dozen Grays were lying noise lessly In the brush along the dl ding line. Every roan's finger was on the trigger, for some one had broken the compact, some one was prowling on the Rainbow. ' Across the contested line, a hundred yards back, the dense undergrowth hid the reflection of the moon along other rifle barrels. Grohsmun and his men were equally vigilant. Faintly at first, but growing louder and louder with each step, the scuffle of advancing feet was heard. The watchers on both sides crouched In readiness to mete out the deserved retribution. Then the traitors came Into view. There, going boldly across the cleared-slope, were Molly nnd Hannah Harks. They were laden with glistening clusters of white flowers. They walked unafraid along the sinuous path upward to the "lone grave" on the mountain top. The rifles of the Grays came to earth. The Squire started forward nnd stopped. His face waa white and drawn. Though he could not see them, be knew that other eyes watched the self-same slope of the Rainbow from the other aide that other fingers. Just as remorseless, rested on other weapons. Would they be merciful to this, his only one? Would they! Across the line the bushes shook audibly and a leveled rifle steamed In the moonlight a second. but waa lowered again. No shot rang out The women passed on unharmed. Their as cendtng footsteps grew fainter and died away. But, ere either side bad opportunity to catch Its breath, the sound of other footsteps, ascending the mountain, resounded on the sharp night air. A breathless wait, a tense straining of the eyea through the openings In the brush along the path WB7 and another traitor came Into view. Martin Grohsman walked boldly along, glancing neither to the one side nor the" other. He. too, waa laden with white flowers. On the Gray aide of the line the bushea ahook audibly and a leveled rlflle gleamed In th moos light But no abot rang out. The horse tried to unseat hla rider. but Kigel held fast and at last they were over the four-foot gate and away. Then took place the most notable ri'h ever known to that part of the world, and the author's dewtipthtn recording- Is a gem worth reading; also It Ik the key to Nlgel'e whole character. A nearly forgotten ballad upon the sub ject has the following refrain: "The Doe that sped on If In Se Head. The Kertrll on the wnde. And Nigel on the Yellow Horse Can leave the world behlnde." After a long battle of t llln, the horse- was broken and conquered; he fell In the heather with a sobbing nigh, throw ing his rider over his head stunned. The young Squire was first to recover and kneeling by the panting, over wrought horse, he gently passed hi hand over the fonni-flecked face, and the whinnying Pommers thrust his nose Into the hollow of Nigel's hand. You are my horse, Pommers." Nigel whispered, and laid his cheek against the craning head. "I know you. Potn mors, and you know me, and with the help of Saint Paul we shall teach some other folk to know us both." The monks of Waverly Abbey held Nigel for debts and wrongs against them and he was haled before the Ab bot for trial, was Judged guilty ami sentenced to Imprisonment ; but' when t'ley would have restrained him, Nigel drew his sword, which angered the Abbot, who charged his bowman to draw his bow and defend holy church and her decrees. Tragedy was Immi nent, when Samkln Aylward, a famous archer, came to Nigel's rescue, at onco attaching himself to the young Squire's service, and afterward following bim. Into many dangers. Into the midst now came a man wlvnse appearnnce dominated the scene. Tills was the famous soldier. John Chandos, with a message to Nigel Lor- Ing. Said Chandos. "lie who comes to seek the shelter of your roof Is your liege lord nnd mine, the King's high, majesty, Edward of England." While a guest nt Tllford Abbey. Chandos stories filled the mind and heart of Nigel with a stmnser desire- Cnharuit-a. Martin, too, ascended the Rainbow, his footsteps dying oil Into the distance along tha same path the women had taken. Suddenly, the bushes on the Gray side of the line parted and a white shirt waved on the end of a rifle. Almost simultaneously a w hite shirt held aloft on a rifle barrel was raised on the other side.- Squire Gray stepped Into the open, .holding up the flag of truce. He had done that once before at Appomatox, with rage In his heart But It was different now his Molly had been spared to him. The stranger appeared from the other side. He. too, held aloft a flag of truce. He had done that once before, also with shame In his heart But It was different now his grandson might have been sleeping In the same sleep with his soldier boy. With unfaltering steps the Blue and the Gray advanced slowly to the middle of the "flghtln' ground." There they laid their rifles aside. They faced each other silently, awkwardly. . "Stranger," the old Squire began, at last, his voice strangely soft and shaken, "you spared my gal tonight." "Out west where I come from we don't shoot women I" the plainsman replied, tersely, but with out even a trace of anger or malice In his tone. "And you spared my boy I guess we're quits. And I guess we've learned our lessod from that boy and that girl and those flowers, ain't we?" "We hev but th Rainbow " "That's It the Rainbow. Look here, Squire Gray, I may ns well tell you that Just before you waved your flag of truce I got a message that the last survey comes out like the first. I was pre paring to signal you when you flew your flag. I'm not wanting to take what I know belongs to some body else. But I want the Rainbow. I'll buy It, If you'll sell and move that grave. I don't want a rebel sleeping on my land." "Dunno as you'd be trlbulated long of that grave, even if I'd sell, which I ain't willing to do, for him as Is In it fit agin us. He were a Yank." "He was?" Grohsman questioned. "Why that alters everything. A Union soldier? I had a son killed In the war." "That's sure unlucky. 1 hod three killed In the war," was the slow response. "Twere all I had." "And you care about your enemy's grave? You're a better man than I am. Squire. The grave Is safe." . Suddenly Hannah Harks appeared descending the pathway. She stopped, nonpiusea, at me strange spectacle before her Squire Gray nnd the stranger In conversation with their ritles lying on the ground. Then she approached slowly, glanc ing anxiously from one man to the other. At length she smiled grimly. "I'm deeming there won't be no necessity fer a dlvtdin Hue arter all," she said, "there ain't none up there ou Rnlnbow." AIRPLANES IN COMMERCIAL WORK. In el'.'ht months, commencing May 1, 1919, Hundle.v-I'nge commercial airplanes In Great Brlt tau cunied 4.0"-D passengers and 41,295 pounds of freight a total of 72.243 miles, according to the London Times. Between September 2, 1919, and January 8, 1920, the Loudon-Parls air service car ried C37 passengers and 16,086 pounds of freight while 25S passengers and 25,910 pounds of goods were carried by the London-Brussels air service between September 27, 1919, and the first of thla ..' year, FOR A 8TARTER. "I think." said the solemn professor, "that we shall find way to communicate with Mars." "Don't you bother about that," replied Mr. Dus tln Stax. "If yon want to get a neat little endow, ment from me, you devise some reliable means oi getting central to connect me with my office." YTL times fell upon England In the year 1348, when the great plague devastated the land. It was during this period that the story of Sir Nigel takes place. The house of Lorlng, like many an other noble family, felt the heavy hand of misfortune; for after the Barons' War and lawsuits with Waverly Abbey the men of the church and the men of the law left nothing but the manor of Tllford for the remaining members of the family, Lady Ermyntrude and her grandson Nigel. Nigel Loring came of a race of heroes, his grandfather having fallen at the battle of Stirling, and his father army In the war. and was knighted in 1902. He has Written a three-VOlume thnn dvop tnr fwlvottrnra nnrl ho hlffP(t history of the great war. I , f.,j. o t Sir Conan Doyle is a largre. athletic "' n" '"" man. who has never lost his enthua!- standards of the King, Edward of Eng- asm for sports. His home In Sussex land, to which Chandos assented. England. Is filled with trophies from N. , d v, arrangements for many parts of the world. Tennis and , '5 J"aae n'8 arrangements Inr- crlcket have kept him fit for his h'aving home ; they were Tew and enormous literary undertakings. simple, for he had only his Pommers. his loyal Sam Aylward, and at the- last his long-wlshed-for suit of armor, and a small amount of gold. There was, however, one visit must he made before leaving home and thnt was to see Mary, the daushter of the old Knight of Duplin, living In the castle at Cosford. Mary of the grave eyes of brown looking bravely at the world; the one whom Nigel loved. At the shrine of St. Catherine, Niget and Mary said their farewells, and the young Squire vowed to perform three noble deeds of valor In her honor, ere he came to see his Mary again; but that no thought of her should stand twixt him and this honorable achieve ment. I Xlffd Rftllirrtt nnctontlr Pni anrnt. In the sea fight of Sluys. Nigel his deG(1 t0 perfcrm and lesser one(, veins tuning with the blood of a hun- t0 hand frequentiy. hut It was not until dred soldiers, was filled with the de- he wa at W!nhelsea. wlth Chandos. sire for adventure and combat; having that hlg first t Opportun,tv came. been tra ned at the desire of his grand- It was found tnat the of tnp mother In skill at arms, and courage, attack upon the Fren(.h t CaluU bv he became also a daring rider. At the rrin(va nrmv had hn stin nrt times a fierce bitterness assailed Nigel lt waa 8Uspected that a cunning, ,lar. at the thought of the wrongs done by ,n? Frenchman, called the "Red Fer ine aiidoi or vaver.y, vvnom ne ne- ret had taken thera and w thm Ueved had robbed the Lorlngs of much nlready on hIg way across the Chan. of their estate. nen Nigel started In pursuit with On the first day of May, the Festival Aylward and other followers. After of the Apostles Philip and James, con- a long chase and a hard-foutfit battle, sternation reigned at the Abbey, when Nigel caught the Red Ferret and saved It was found that a large pike had the English plans; but as his enemy eaten the carp in Abbot John's fish was so gallant a man Nigel begged hl pond, Nigel being accused of putting ,Jfe of tne KInR and so saved hlm He the pike In the pond. Abbot John and Rent the Ferret to Marv at Cosford. the sacrist, Brother Samuel, were In Wth the message that the first deed consultation upon the subject, when wns accomplished, they were rudely Interrupted by a buzz Nigel then stormed the famous castle of excitement among the monks In the 0f La Brohlnere, where lived the cloister. A white-faced brother flung Knight called the "Butcher of Brohl open the door and rushing Into the nere," who was said never to let a room cried, "Father Abbot, alas, alas, prisoner escape alive from his castle Brother John Is dead, and the Sub- Here at great risk of his own life, prior Is dead, and the Devil Is loose Nigel rescued not only his man Sam In the five vlrgate field." Aylward and other comrades, but a Now what the brother called the young Frenchman who later, however, "Devil" was a great yellow horse, held died, praising his rescuer. Then new at the Abbey for the debt of his owner, of the second deed was sent to Mary Franklin Aylward ; such a horse, lt was at Cosford. said, was not to be found betwixt the Nigel had followed on with John Abbey and the King's stables at Wind- Chandos jno Brittany when the third tf'l' dfed was" found. There had been hot. It was a sorry day that brought the furious fighting, and Nigel, riding Pom horse" to the Abbey, for no one there mers, plunged forward, unseating and ould be found who would or could taking captive one of the enemv, Hav ride him or conquer hlm ; he had In- hie the Frenchman t hu xt deed nearly killed the Brother and the might have killed him at once, or heht ouuiHiiT. him for ransom hut ha hnrl mmlo n Abbot John and the monks. Intent gallant fight, and out of admiration upon seeing, with their own eyes, this and pity the young Squire spared his wrioie creature, nurried tlown the life and let hlm go, tmly to dlscovor airs ami guinea tne wnu or the med- later that he had bad at his mercy dow, where looking over Its top they none other than King John of France, beheld the magnlfWent horse standing When the Prince heard the storr fetlock deep lu the meadow grass. Up- from King John himself he exclaimed, on this wild scene there nrrlved riding "For my part I had rather have the- his pony the viun Squire Loring. honor this Squire has gathered, than small of starure, but with muscles of nil the richest ranso.ns of 'France. steel, and a soul of fire; hla face, Whereupon the Prince with his sword though tanned with the weather, was touched Nigel's shoulder ns he knelt delicate cf feature. Ills whole appear- before him, and said, "England hn anco made hlm a mark for the sight of lost a brave squire and gained a gnl- any passer-by, but at the first glance, lant knight; nay linger not. rise up. the brown face set In Its golden ha!r Sir Nigel." And a third message went uu ueoru. ana tne aaring ngnt or the j to Mary. quick, reckless, laughing eyes, made Two months later Nleel arrived at the one strong memory left behind. Cosford, and kissing Mary's welcoming: The horse was at the moment tram- hand bo said, "St. Ctherln has pllng his latest victim and Nleel. snrlnir. brought me home! Ing from hla DOny. Waa over tha n-all I Copyright, 1919, by the Post Publishing CO, and at battle With the creature, nmv. I '?h ?0"t0 Post). Printed by permle- Injj himself master. Some discussion arose among the monks as to the kill. Ing of the yellow horse, or the giving hlra to Nigel as a punishment ; the last slon of, and arrangement with. Double day, Pag Co., authorised publishers. t Her Cholca. A FlorencA olrl ,ka kj tW "Slfn l"y W0?' "nd N,Rel P""0" wear cow bell than be bothered with, w turner auoaue tne nereto-la chaperon. Boston Transrrfrt Jt