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The Shyness of Shorty
By REX BEACH
Copyright by Rex Beach
(Continued from Last Issue.)
Tip ruse nml stole cjnivtly out into the
0i? front room. iVrtmps the years of
free life in Hit* n|u'!i Usui bred a sus
picion of wtills per Imps lie felt his
conduct would not brook discovery:
perhaps habit prompted Hint to lake
the two heavy Colts from their holsters
anil tlirust them inside his trousers
He slipped across I lie room, silent
atitl cavern like, its blackness broken
liy the window squares of starry sky.
till he felt the paucity of glassware
behind the bar.
"Here's to her." It burned delight
"Hpre's to tlie groom." It tiugled
"I'll drink what 1 can and get back
to the bunk before it works," he
thought, and the darkness veiled the
measure of his potations.
He started at a noise on the stair
way. His senses, not yet dulled, de
tected a stealthy trend—not the care
less step of a man unafraid, but the
cautious rustle and halt of a maraud
er. Every nerve bristled to keenest
alertness as the faint occasional sounds
approached, passed the open end of the
bar wbere he crouched, leading on to
tbe window. Then a match flared, and
the darkness rushed out as a candle
Shorty stretched on tiptoe, brought
his eye to the level of the bar and
gazed upon tbe horrent head of Bailey.
He sighed thankfully, but watched
with interest his strange behavior.
Bailny moved the light across the
window from left to right three times,
paused, then wigwagged some code out
into the night.
"He's signaling," mused Shorty.
"Hope he gets through quick. I'm
getting full." The fumes of the liquor
were beating at bis senses, and he
knew that soon he would move with
The man, however, showed no inten
tion of leaving, for, his signals com
pleted, he blew out the light, first lis
tening for any sound from above then
his figure loomed black and immobile
against tbe dim starlight of the win
"Oh. Lord. I got to set down!" and
the watcher squatted upon the floor,
bracing against the wall. His dulling
perceptions were sufficiently acute to
detect shuffling footsteps on the porch
and tbe cautious unbarring of the
"Getting late for visitors," he thought
as he entered a blissful doze. "When
they're abed I'll turn in."
It seemed much later that a shot
startled him. To bis dizzy bearing
came tbe sound of curses overhead,
the stamp and shift of feet, the crash
ing fail of struggling men and, whai
brought him unsteadily to his legs, the
agonized scream of a woman, it ech
oed through the bouse, chilling blm,
and dwindled to an acblpg moan.
Something was wrong, be knew that,
bat It was bard to tell just what
He must think. What hard work it
was to think too! He'd never noticed
before what a laborious process it
was. Probably that sheriff had got
into trouble. He was a fresb guy, any
how, and he'd laughed when he first
saw Shorty. That settled it He
could get out of it himself. Evidently
it was nothing serious, for there was
no more disturbance above, ouly con
fused murmurings. Then a light
showed in the stairs, and again the
shuffling of feet came as four strange
men descended. They were lighted by
the sardonic Bailey, and they dragged
4,jixU|Jbetw£pn thejntJ}£und and belp-
iess. It was the sheriff.
Now. what had he been doing to
get into such a fix?
The prisoner stood against the wall,
white and defiant. He strained at
his bonds silently, while bis captors
watched his futile struggles. There
was something terrible and menacing
in the quietness with which they
gloated—a suggestion of some horror
to come. At last he desisted and burst
"You've got me, all right. ¥ou did
this. Bailey, you traitor!"
"He's uever been a traitor, as far
as we know," sneered one of the four.
"In fact. I might su» he's been strictly
on the square wito us."
"1 didn't think you made war on
women, either. Marsh Tremper, but it
seems you're everything from a dog
thief dowu. Why couldu't you fight
me alone. In the daylight, like a man if"
"You don't wait till a rattler's colled
before you stamp his bead off." said
the former speaker. "It's either you
or us. a ud I reckou it's you."
So these were the Tremper boys, eh?
The worst desperadoes in the south
west. and Bailey was their ally. The
watcher eyed them, mildly curious,
and it semed to him that they were as
bad a quartet as rumor bad painted
—bad even for this country of bad
men. The sheriff was a fool for get
ting mixed up with such people.
Shorty knew enough to mind his own
business, anyway, if others didn't. He
was a peaceful man and didn't Intend
to get mixed up with outlaws. His
mellow meditations were interrupted
by the hoarse speech of the sheriff,
who bad broken down into his rago
again and struggled madly while wordy
ran from him.
"Let me go, you! Let me free! I
want to fight the coward that struck
my wife. You've killed her! Who
was it? Let me get at hira!"
Shorty stiffeued as though a douche
of ice water had struck hiui. "Killed
her! Struck his wife!" My God! Not
that sweet creature of his dreams
who bad talked and smiled at him
without noting his deformity!
An awful anger rose in him, and he
moved out into the light.
Whatever of weakness may have
dragged at his legs, none sounded In
the great bellowing command that
flooded the room. At tbe compelling
volume of the sound every man whirl
ed and eight empty bands shot sky
ward. Their startled eyes beheld a
man's squat body weaving uncoriainly
on tlie limbs of an insect, while in each
band shone a blue-black Colt that
waved and circled in maddening, er
At the command Rlarsh Treuiper's
mind had leaped to the fact that be
hind him was one man, one against
five, and he took a gambler's chance.
As he whirled he drew and fired.
None but the dwarf of Bar could
have lived, for he was tbe deadliest
hip shot in the territory. His bullet
crashed into tbe wall a band's breadth
over Shorty's cowlick. It was a clean
heart shot, the practiced whirl and
flip of tbe finished gun fighter, but tbe
roar of bis explosion was echoed by
another, and the elder Tremper spun
unsteadily against tbe table with a
"Too high." moaned the big voice.
"Dern the liquor!"
He swayed drunkenly, but at the
slightest shift of his quarry the aim
less wanderings of a black muzzle
stopped on tbe spot and the body be
hind the guns was congested with
"Face tbe wall!" he cried. "Quick!
Keep 'em up higher!" They sullenly
obeyed, their wounded leader reach
ing with his uninjured member.
To the complacent Shorty it seemed
that things were working nicely,
though be was disturbingly conscious
of his alcoholic lack of balance and
tortured by the fear that he might
suddenly lose the iron grip of his fac
Then, for the second time that night,
from the stairs came the voice that
threw blm into tbe dreadful coufusion
of his modesty.
"Oh, Ross," it cried. "I've brought
your gun!" And there on the steps,
disheveled, pallid and quivering, was
the bride, and grasped in one trem
bling hand was her husband's weapon.
"Ah-h!" sighed Shorty serapbically
as tbe vision beat in upon his misty
conceptions. "She ain't hurt!"
In his mind there was no room for
desperadoes contemporaneously with
her. Then he became conscious of the
lady's raiment, and his brown cheeks
flamed brick red, while he dropped his
eyes. In bis shrinking, groveling mod
esty be made for his dark corner.
One of those at bay, familiar with
this strange abashment, seized tbe mo
ment, but at his motion the sheriff
screamed, "Look out!"
The quick danger in the cry brought
back with a surge the men against the
wall, and Shorty swung Instantly, fir
ing at the outstretched hand of Bailey
as it reached for Tremper's weapon.
The landlord straightened, gazing
affrightedly at his finger tips.
"Too low!" and Shorty's voice held
aching tears. "I'll never touch another
drop. It's plumb ruiued my aim."
"Cut these strings, girlie." said the
sheriff as the little man's gaze again
wavered, threatening to leave his pris
oners. "Quick! He's blushing again."
When they were manacled Shorty
stood in moist exudation, trembling
and speechless, under tbe Incoherent
thanks of tbe bride and the silent
admiration of her handsome husband.
She fluttered about him in a tremor of
anxiety lest be be wounded, caress
ing him here and there with solicitous
pats till be felt bis shamed und happy
spirit would surely burst from Its mis
"You've made a good thing tonight."
said Turney, clapping him heartily on
his massive back. "You get tbe five
thousand aIL right. We were going
THE WEEKLY TIMES-RECORD, THURSDAY, NOVEMBER, 13, 1913.
to Mexico City on that for a bridal
trip when 1 rounded up the gang, but
I'll see you get every ceut of it, old
man. If It wasn't for you I'd have
beeu a heap farther south than that
The open camaraderie and good fei
lowship that rang iu the man's voice
affected Shorty strangely, accustomed
as he was to the veiled contempt or
s»peu couipassiou of bis fellows. Here
was one who recognized bim as a man,
He spread his lips, but the big voice
squeaked dlsmallyl then, inflating
deeply, he spoke so that the prisoners
chained in tbe corral outside heard
"I'd rather she took it anyhow,"
"No, no," tbey cried. "It's yours."
"Well. then, half of It." And for
once Shorty betrayed the strength of
Gibraltar even In the face of the lady,
and so it stood.
As the dawn spread over the dusty
prairie, tipping the westward moun
tains with silver caps and sucking the
mist out of tbe cottonwood bottoms,
be bade them adieu.
"No 1 got to get back to the Bar
or the old mau'll swear 1 been drink
ing again, aud I don't want to dissi
pate no wrong impressions around."
He winked gravely. Then, as the
sheriff and his surly prisoners drove
off. he called:
"Mr. Turney, take good care of
them Trenipers. 1 think a heap of
'em, for, outside of your wife, they're
tbe only ones iu this outfit that didn't
laugh at me."
Beiliss Freed On
WILL LEAVE AT ONCE FOR AMER
Kiev, Russia, Nov. 11.—Mendel Bei
liss was acquitted of the murder of
the boy, Yustchinsky. "Beiliss is not
guilty, but the murder was committed
in the Zaiteff works."
This was the verdict returned short
ly after 6 o'clock tonight by the jury
after two hours deliberation.
When Beiliss was taken out of the
prisoners room of tie court for the
last time and brought along the dingy
corridor, it was seen his guard had
been increased to five soldiers. Two
officers entered the dock with him.
Beiliss was outwardly calm. The
court room was crowded. Beiliss
standing, seemed to be in a state of
coma when the verdict was read,
striving to collect his wits and com
prehend what was being said. When
he realized the meaning, he sobbed
Anti-semetic agitators many stu
dents, are openly inciting mobs to
raise riots by affirming the Jews pur
chased the verdict. The governor
of Kiev called a meeting of repre
sentatives of the Jews and promised
everything would be done to prevent
Returns With Man
Charged With forgery
DEPUTY SHERIFF KELLY BRINGS
BACK FUGITIVE WANTED
Deputy Sheriff Kelly returned Sat
urday evening having in charge W. R.
Hearst charged with forgery. The
man was captured at Maud, Okla., and
was held there waiting the arrival of
the officers from this county. No
trouble was experienced on the road
and he is now lodged in jail here and
it is thought he will have his hearing
Under Old Depot
(From Tuesday'^ Daiy.!
Work started this morning on the
foundation that is being placed under
the old Northern Pacific depot. Opin
ions seem to differ as to just how the
building will be finished but it is to
be built over inside and out, tile
floors laid and made strictly sanitary
and modern. The heating plant will
be under the baggage and express
building and will be sufficiently large
to heat the building. The old building
will be used for waiting rooms and
ticket offices only.
foley fills Dates
Before Winter Tour
Bismarck, N. D., Nov. 11.—Before
leaving for California, where he will
live the greater part of the coming
year, James W. Foley, poet laureate
of North Dakota, has consented to re
spond to a number of requests to give
entertainments over the state. He
will fill two dates this week, one at
Wilton and another at Cavalier.
St. Catherine Altar Society will
meet Thursday the 13th at the home
of Mrs. Joe Tullis.
Claude Baker, of Stanley county
South Dakota, has found a sister who
has been lost to him for thirty years.
About the only thing he remembered
was that she had been married and
her name had been Suman. Not long
ago Mr. Baker was delivering some
horses near Harold, S. D., and heard
the name Suman mentioned. On in
quiry he ascertained the place of resi
dence and found his sister.
Saint Paul Has
St. Paul, Nov. 11.—Martin Flana
gan, acting chief of St. Paul police
since last December, was removed
from office by the police board. Cap
tain Michael Gebhardt was appointed
acting chief. License Inspector Mil
ler, Detective Fred Turner and Police
Lieutenant Wagner were also remov
ed, "for the good of the service."
Flanagan's removal from office fol
lowed an investigation by the police
commissioners on rumors which gain
ed circulation when Flanagan failed
to appear at his office Friday. The
following morning Flanagan tele
phoned the office that "he was too
ill to report."
Gregory the great 26910.
I. W. Standley,
TERMS OF SALE:
BRICK AND TILE BUILDING UNDER
ROOF WORK IS PROCEEDING
DESPITE COLDER WEATHER
Steel frame About Completed and Buildiai
Assuming Shape—Managers Encouraged
Over the Outlook.
The big Brick and Tile Plant is as
suming shape and there is every pros
pect now that bricks will be turned
out at no far distant day. Few realized
when the project was first talked of
the amount of work entailed in estab
lishing a plant of this kind and some
have been inclined to criticise those
in charge but now the roof is on the
mammoth structure and there is ev
ery evidence that at no far distant
day Valley City made brick will be a
The financing and building of this
enterprise has met vith many delays
but seems to 'be in competent hands
Combination Sals of Live Stock Only
Tuesday, Nov. 18,1913
On the John Koch farm on Sec. 35-143-58,
twenty miles north of Valley City, 11 miles
east of Dazey, 7 miles southwest of Luverne,
on east bank of Sheyenne river.
SALE STARTS AT 10=30 A. M.
19 Head of Horses
One Team Gray Geldings, 13 yrs, wt. 2800 lbs.
One Bay Gelding, 3 years old, weight. 1450
One Bay Mare, 3
One Gray Gelding, 5
One Bay Gelding, 9
One Sorrel Gelding, 7
One Bay Gelding, 8
One Bay Gelding, 8
One Bay Gelding. 5
One Brown Gelding 5
One Brown Mare 5
One Brown Mare 3
One Sorrell Mare 4
One Bay Mare 4
Two Bay Mares 2 years old. Two Yearling Colts
Two Sucking Colts. One Trotting Stallion Frank
Swift, No. 45169.
Knox, p, 2:11, Sporty 214^, Gurney Girl 2:23*^, Spartaventa 2:27^, Con
stantio 2:29^, Son of Wilkes Boy 2:24^4 (sire of Courier Journal, p, 2:06,
York Boy 2:08%, Judge Swing, p, 2:08*4., and 98 others.)
1st dam SENORITA W., by WILKESWOOD 3676. Sister of Buford,
2nd dam VINTA, by HARKAWAY 2875. Dam of Buford, p, 2 uyt.
48 HEAD OF CATTLE
Consisting of 4 pure bred Jersey Cows, 2 to 5 .years due to be fresh in 3 to 6 weeks
8 grade Jersey Cows and Heifers. 5 grade Short Horn Cows and Heifers.
15 head of well bred Cows and Heifers, 1 to 6 years. All bred to registered Red
Poll bull, due to be fresh in 2 to 6 weeks. 16 head of Red Poll Steers coming 2
years old. 6 head of Chester white Boar Pigs.
This is all well bred stock. No inbred culls.
John Koch Ambrose Gould
9 9 9 9 99
9 9 9 9 9 9
9 9 9 9 99
*9 9 9 99
FRANK SWIFT 45169
Trotter: Bay Stallion ,15 hands foaled June 1, 1905. Bred by Dr. Ed. E.
Evens, Ravanna, Mo., and owned by Ambrose Gould, Laverne, N. D.
and everyone is very cheerful over tlie
outlook. The plant when completed
will require the services of about tu
hundred and fifty men and will be of
great value to Valley City in affori
ing employment to those living here
and probably in bringing in new £m
ilies. The plant is on an entirely new
design and it will be time well speet
for anyone to take the time to go eat
and have the workings explained te
them, Everybody ought to get ready
to boost for Valley City Brick and
Phone society news to society eft
Itor, phone No. 4.
Record 2:23^. Sire of Angiola 2:06, Sen.
12 months time will be given 011 bankable paper at 10
per cent. 2 per cent discount for cash. All purchases must be settled for at time