El democrata del condado de Costilla. [volume], July 06, 1936, Image 2

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The Man From Yonder
Copyright 1128-1334, Harold Tltua
CHAPTER Xll—Continued
—l6
“What shall I say?” she asked. In a
whisper.
“Nothing,” the man replied. “There
Is nothing at all to be said ... Is
Ihere?”
"Oh, you gave me such a start!“
“You’re the first one. . . . I’m . . .
rm too full of things to talk, now,
Emma.”
He made an odd gesture toward the
wall and looked about.
“We’re In the upstairs front room If
we’re needed,” she said. “Is ... Is
there anything you need yourself?”
He did not reply for a moment.
Then heavily:
“Yes. . . . Your help, likely. , . .
A little later. . . ."
The woman did a strange thing, then.
She snatched up her apron and pressed
It tightly against her eyes.
“She didn’t remember I” she sobbed.
. . . “Oh, what’ll happen In this house
■ext?”
“I wonder,’ Martin muttered. “Yes
... I wonder 1”
She left him, and he moved almost
hesitatingly inco the living room. He
stood a long time Just within the
threshold and then went slowly about,
from picture to table, from book shelf
to mantel, hands in his coat pockets.
Before this old photograph he stood
for a long Interval: beside that worn
rocker he remained with bowed head,
as one might who Is suffering ... or
worshiping. When he approached the
couch where he was to sleep that night
his legs seemed to fall and he half
fell, half slumped to his knees. He
let his face down to the blankets and
his fingers clutched them, gripping,
Cripping until the knuckles showed
white. . . . And a great, shuddering
moan slipped from his deep chest.
• •••*••
Grimly, Bird-Eye Blaine prowled
Tincup that night. He had let John
Martin out as he drove through the
main street; then -proceeded to a livery
barn where be stabled his team.
On the way he had sighted Ben Elli
ott but later, although he took up a
position before the post office and
watched passers on either side ot the
■treet carefully, he did not see him.
He begun making Inquiries and found
khai Elliott hat! been about town but
evidently Blaine was always some lit
tle time behind him.
Falling thus, he went to locate Ben’s
team and stood In the swirling snow
waiting. Stores closed. The aura of
light which their frosted windows had
thrown into the storm became fainter
as one by one they went dark. Bird-
Eye chewed and stamped to keep warm
and watched and listened. And after
a long hour’s vigil proved fruitless he
moved aimlessly away, along down the
alley.
At the rear of Joe Plette’s hotel he
watched movement through a lighted
window which gave Into a back entry.
A man was there, closing an inside
stairway door behind him. He turned
and buttoned his mackinaw with hasty
movements and Blaine drew hack Into
the shadows. The man within was
Red Bart Delaney. . . . The door
opened; the man stepped out He
crossed between Bird-Eye and the
lights, carrying snowshocs. Blaine fol
lowed as the other went swiftly down
the alley and then struck out past
the depot toward the tracks.
“Well, now!" Blrd-Ej’e muttered to
himself. “Saints . . . Why all this
rush. I’m wonderin’!”
A chill which had nothing to do with
the temperature of the night struck
through him. Red Bart, fleeing town?
Surely, he went as a frightened man
might go. . . . Or as one whose er
rand is completed.
Out Into the street, then, went the
Irishman, and into the pool room.
“Has anybody here seen Misther El
liott?” he asked loudly and men looked
up from their games at the query.
Yes, this man had, two hours ago; the
butcher had talked to him at about
eight. . . None other. To the
dance hall, next, and his queries were
repeated. Then hastily back to see
Ben’s team still standing patiently in
the deepening snow, past Dawn Mc-
Manus’ house to find only a faint light
in the hallway, and from there to Able
Armitage’s at a run.
Had the Judge seen Ben Elliott? He
bau not; and excitedly Bluiue ex
plained his eniprv search, the hasty de
parture of Red Burt, the neglected
team.
Able dressed and they went out to
gether, searching the town, inquiring
of late pursers.
“Somethin’s happened !” Bird-Eye de
clared. “Somethin’s went wrong with
th* b’y, Able! We can’t folnd out
what ut Is ontll niornin’. Thin, believe
me. we'll have help a-plenty 1”
“How so?”
“Lave ut to me, Able!”
Through the night, ten minutes Inter,
A team went swiftly westward. They
left town at a gallop; they breasted
high drifts across the way In frantic
plunges, cume to a blowing stop at the
Hoot Owl barn. A moment later Tim
Jeffers sat up and In sleepy bewilder
ment fought off the mun who shook
him and demanded that he wake up
And listen.
#••••••
. The storm subsided before sunrise.
By HAROLD TITUS
It was a vast, rolling country, and
across it, from Hoot Owl toward Tin
cup, went teams. Five of them formed
a sort of procession, drawing logging
sleighs. Across the bunks planks had
been placed and on the planks stood
and sat men; they were silent men.
who drew on cold pipes, whose faces
were set and grim whose eyes betrayed
excitement. The Hoot Owl crew, this,
following Tim Jeffers and Bird-Eye
Blaine to Tincup ro solve a mystery.
In an orderly manner they left the
sleighs and stood in groups while
teamsters unhitched and led their
horses Into a livery barn.
Able Armitage came hurrying and
he, alone, was welcome in that phnlanx
of intent men. Others of the town
saw him gesticulate as he talked with
Jeffers and Blaine, saw him shake his
head and spread his hands as one will
who has no answer for a pressing
question.
Old Tim turned to the crews and
motioned them to him. The men gath
ered close and listened while he spoke
briefly. Then the compact huddle
broke, Jeffers emerged and started for
the main street, that body of shauty
boys falling In to shoulder to
shoulder behind him.
It was a strange spectacle, for that
peaceful Sunday morning! Doors were
opened; men and women peered out
Then they emerged and stood to watch.
Now and then one balled an acquaint
ance In the marching company but
none replied to such greeting. Has
tily caps and conts were donned and
along the sidewalks followed a grow
ing crowd of the curious.
The breath vapor of the men rose In
a cloud. No other spoke. Far down the
street a small boy ylpped excitedly,
across the way two women were mut
tering to one another, flinging quick,
excited questions, disclaiming knowl
edge for fitting responses.
They swung Into the main street, old
Tim wallowing In the long drift at the
corner, his men trampling It down be
hind him. On down past Abie’s otnee.
past the pool room and then, wltnout
a word of signal they halted. . . . The
halt was before the hank, over which
Nicholas Brandon had his offices and
his living rooms.
The silence ns they stood, every one
of the hundred faces upraised to those
windows with the lettering which pro
claimed the tenant, was portentous.
And then Tim lifted his clear, strong
voice.
“Brandon!” he shouted. “Nick Bran
don !”
"Brandon I” Tim shouted again and
his men stirred behind him, swayed,
giving up a low, short mutter.
“Come out. Nick!’’ a teamster shout
ed, voice thick with repressed excite
ment "Ay. come out!” another cried.
Movement, then, where they had
expected movement Up above a face
appeared In a window. Nicholas Bran
don looked down upon them. They
could see his lips compress as he dis
cerned that crowd.
“Come down, Brandon!”
This was Tim again, his voice edged
with sharpness, as he might speak to
a rebellious man of his crew.
Brandon moved and threw up the
sash.
“What do you men want?” he de
manded sharply, In the tone of one
who has been long accustomed to make
demands.
“We want Ben Elliott!” Jeffers an
swered
“Elliott? He Isn’t here. What would
he be doing here? What could I know
of him?”
A mumbling, a stirring behind Tim.
“We want him. We want you to
help us And him!”
“You’re d—n right!” . . . ‘*Tell us
you skunk!” . . . “Show him to us
or we’ll wreck your whole blame
town 1”
Tim held up a silencing hand against
this outbreak. Then he address Bran
don.
“Elliott came to town last night. He
hasn’t been seen since. . His team
was found where he left It There’s
only one man In town who’d hove an
object In getting him out of the way.
We’ve come to that man: ro you.
Brandon. We want Elliott I”
Brandon's Ups writhed.
"I tell you, I know nothing—” Ho
slammed down the sash and cut the
rest of his sentence from their hearing
so those men did not know that Ills
voice broke sharply as panic laid Its
hold on him.
SYNOPSIS
Ben Elliot -from Yonder —arrive, .[ the lumherlnu town of Tlncun with
Don bluarl old. very elok man, whom he hoe befriended. Nlchola. Brandon
the town • leadline eltl«en, resents Stuart’, ureience, trying to force him il 1... ’
and Elliott, resenting the act. knock, him down! Jud« AbU Armlui. M,’.',
I.lm to run he one lumber camp, the Hoot Owl, that Brandon has ant ,
to grab. Thl. belong, to Dawn McMann., who,, father ha. dl.appearedw| th !
murder charge hanging oyer h.e head Brandon ,end. Duval to beat un n.
and Ben throw, him out of camp. Don Stuart dies, leaving a Wt,r for ElSn
“to b. used when the going become, too tough." Ben refuse, to open the U.r
believing he can win th. fight ry hi, own effort, Fir. break, out in the Lin
Bon, when the fl.me, are eubdued. discover. It wat ,t„rt,d with ga.olln. KtnL,
get. an nfTer for logs, that will provld, money to tide him over But a'dealt, ’
time l> eel. Ben discover. Dawn McManue I, not a child, a. he had zuduolLa
but a beautiful young woman. Th. railroad bridge over which hi, lumh.rm. L’
pa,, I, blown up. By .uperhuman effort. Ben build, a new bridge and hlm,«n
drive, th, train over the rickety structure to Tincup, making the deltv.L! ‘
time. Brandon compel, a woman (known a* "Lydia”) to accuse Elliott We „, on
conduct with a girl. At a dance to which Elliott oacort. Dawn Lydl. LL.*'
publlo her charge. Overwhelmed, Elliott can only make a feeble'denial n,. ‘
apparently believing him guilty, leave, without waiting for him Whlla m .J 1,
wood., Elliott I. Bred on, and drop* but hi. fall I. a “uu to max. h i
believe him dead. "Aunt Emma." Dawn’s clo.e.t friend, prevails ‘n th, woL?'
Lydia to acknowledge the falelty of her aeoueatton. Elliott and Dawn are
oaelled, hut the girl I, act fully reapoo.lv. to Ben’, pl.adlag for h.T lova
THE COSTILLA COUNTY DEMOCRAT
He turned his back deliberately to
the window. Then, In frantic lunge
he reached the telephone and rang the
bell.
“Give me the Jail l” he said excited
ly. “Quick! The Jail I”
Outside a growing, mounting roar
sounded, like the voice of an approach
ing wind. ThPn came a sharp shout;
n.loud curse. Then quick silence again
ns Tim Jeffers reasserted his leader
ship and demanded that they move
only as a unit But this order pre
vailed for n brief moment
"Smash In the door; It’s locked!”
someone cried. “Take him until he
gives Ben up!”
“Good boy I”
The ball of Ice, cast In the street
from some horse’s foot, now picked up
and flung stoutly, crashed through an
office window.
Brandon cowered as a yell of np
proval went up. and pressed his face
close to the telephone.
"Hlckens? . . . Art! This Brandon!
There’s a mob ont here and—”
“I’ve seen It!” The sheriff’s voice
trembled. “I saw ’em come In. I don’t
know what—”
“Get down here, then, and be quick
about It I Get down here and scatter
them!’’
Rrandon waited for the ready ac
quiescence which always had come
from the men he had made, from offi
cers of the law and Judges and public
oflW lal« both hign and low.
"Are you th°re " he demanded r'
ly as a shrill yip came from the
street
“Yes, Mr. Brandon, l hear you but
. . . But what d’you expect me to
do against a mob alone? I—”
“Alone! You’re sheriff, you fool 1
You’ve the law behind you I Bring a
gun and hurry!”
“But that crowd, Nick! Why, they’re
the best men In the north. They’d tear
me to ribbons! They’re good men and
they’re mad. You better get out the
back way If you can!”
With an oath Brandon flung the re
ceiver from him as another window
pane exploded to fragments. Abandon
ed to that muttering mob, and by a
man whose political career he had
shaped with his own hands 1 From a
safe vantage point he looked out. A
half dozen men were pulling at a slgu
[*ost. The street was filling with peo
ple; his people, his employees. They
were wide-eyed, excited, and he saw
a dozen of them, men who had whined
and groveled before him, laugh and
Jeer as another missile spattered on
the bricks outside.
He ran down the hallway and looked
out a window In the rear. A grim
guard of three men itood there, ready
and waiting for him to attempt flight
that way.
He went into his sleeping chamber
and look down a rifle from Its rack
oa a pair of antlers. He threw open
the chamber but It was empty. He
Jerked open a dresser drawer and
pawed through It In a fruitless search
for cartridges, cursing because he
found none. His breath was ragged
as he threw the rifle on the bed and
rumpled his hair wildly.
“Bring Elliott out!” “Show us Ben!”
"Get a rail!” These and other terri
fying cries stood out above the con
stant mutter of the mob.
Brandon rushed back to the front
office and waved his arms for silence
ns he stood In the shattered glass of
his window, hut the sight of him only
provoked hoots and Jeers which were
forerunner? of a great billow of sav
age. snarling rage.
The men were having trouble with
the sign post. He heard the stair
door tried and a voice called: “Hustle
with that post!”
Coming! They were coming In to
get him!
He could not satisfy them! He did
not know where Elliott was. Last
night Delaney had promised to try
ngaln but he had not come to report,
though Brandon had waited late. And
now the crowd was howling for El
liott; lacking Elliott, they would take
him.
He covered his face with his hands,
tried to stop his ears. In those menac
ing cries he heard the knell of this
reign. For years he had ruled by the
force of his will and now that force
was not enough. Bit by bIL Ben El
liott hnd caught the fancy of the coun
try and now. with that group of stout
men as n rallying point, the entire
town was setting up a demand for the
WNU Sendee.
missing Elliott. They wanted Ben El
liott They would have Ben Elliott
“Go home!” he screamed and waved
his arms, standing close to a broken
window. “Clear out you 1 . . . Fair
warning. Pm giving!"
But his words were drowned In a
great veil. Men came lugging that
post across the street while Tim Jef
fers hastened toward them with ges
tures of protest.
"Hold your heads, now! Give us
Hoot Owl hoys a chance. We’ll get
what we come for or we’ll take Tincup
apart. Bur no destroyin’ of property
until everything else falls!”
His will prevnlled a moment Ha
lifted his face to Brandon.
“We mean business. Will you come
out and show us Ben or must we come
and get you? We won t wait much
longer.”
An opening, there, a chance to de
lay.
"Coming 1” Brandon croaked. “I’m
coming 1”
A gratified mutter went up from the
crowd and burst into shrill words.
Coming? Like the devil, he would
go I He was ransacking drawers, now,
dumping their contents on the floor ii
his frantic search for rifle cartridges
that should be there.
The noise outside Increased; more
people were coming to Join the crowd.
It seemed as though the whole town
must be there.
He sought a key for a locked trunk
and could not And It He tried several
but his hands shook so that he might
have failed to make the proper one
operate, even had he found It
Again Jeffers’ voice, demanding his
presence, came out of a strange
silence.
TO BE CONTINUED.
Origin of Domestic Dog
Mystery, Authority Says.
Cloaked In mystery is origin of the
domestic dog. Those who question the
genesis at all are likely to accept the
belief that the wolf was the common
ancestor of ail breeds, but there Is
much evidence to upset this theory, as
serts P. F. Ricketts, In the Detroit
News.
Dogs may be divided Into two types
—the wolf (lupine) group which has
erect ears and hunts by sight, and the
hound (saluki) group which has drop
ears and follows Its prey by scent. It
Is hard to believe that this latter group
descended from a wolf, because its
type, temperament and general confor
mation forbid It
Also, there Is earlier evidence of the
existence of the hound (saluki) type,
than of the wolf (lupine) group. Cu
neiform inscriptions and bas-reliefs of
remote years show salukis strikingly
like the modern Whippet. In these
same protrayals. a strong dog, similar
to the British Mastiff, Is shown. This
brings up the question of a third type.
It becomes necessary, then, to search
tor a more remote ancestor than either
the wolf or saluki. Far back In pre
historic times, a dog must have existed
which was the tap root of the whole
“genus cants," although no direct evi
dence tins been found to bear out the
theory.
Until such time as naturalists dis
cover the connecting link between the
lupine and saluki types, we must be
content to let our fnncles play with
the possibility of n common ancestor
for all domestic dogs.
Vessels That Disappeared
The following la a list of missing
vessels of which the navy hns a rec
ord, together with the dates of their
disappearance: Reprisal, 1777; Oen
eral Oates 1777; Snratoga, 1781; In
surgent, 1800; Pickering, 1800; Ham
ilton. 1813; Wasp 111. 1814; Epervlor,
1815; Lynx, 1821; Wildcat, 1821); Hor
net, 1821); Sylph 11, 1830; Sen Qull,
1830, Grnmpiis, 1843; Jefferson, 1850;
Albany I, 18M; Levant 11, 1800; Tug
Nlnu, 1010; Cyclops, 1018; Conestoga,
1021; Kohenhavn, 1028. In addition
there are the Flying Dutchman and
the Uarle Celeste, 1872.—Washington
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Ghostly Visitors Bring Fear to
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Curling up in the smoke which
rises from the crater of Mlharn,
Japan’s famous suicide volcano, the
ghostly Images of three girls were
seen by terror-stricken villagers on
the Island of Oshlma. Remembering
that Mlhara rose to fame as a lov
ers' death tryst following suicides of
three high school girls, the villagers
said the specter of the girls was an
ill omen.
Frightened, the superstitious said
the volcano’s “nushl” (master) was
about to “rise from the land of fire”
to lure visitors to “Jigoku" (the
abode of the devil).
Three days later visitors from
Tokyo, Just ncross the hay, swarmed
to the Island, partly out of curiosity
and partly because it was Sunday
and the island’s natural beauty and
warmth attracted them.
At 10:30 a. m. about 100 spectators
were gathered on the spot from
which persons committing suicide
plunge to their death. Suddenly n
young man, scarcely twenty-five, ran
forward and flung himself headlong
Into the crater. As the spectators,
horrified and speechless, looked at
each other, another man, a few years
older, came out from the throng and,
without saying a word, walked as
though In a trance and dropped Into
the fiery pit.
Nervously the spectators moved
away, afraid that some unseen hand
might pull them into the smoldering
Inferno. Suddenly another youth,
about twenty-three, ran to the edge
of the crater, stripped himself ot
his kimono and, with nothing on ex
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Hardly had the talk of these sui
cides died down when, two days
later, three more men flung them
selves into the fire-emitting abyss,
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The police huve decided that here
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Last year more than 800 persons
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