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Show THE CITIZEN fields had raced, pipping and yelling in shrill triumph, back to the protection of their native West Virginia. raid on New Year's day, 1888. Hatfields had fathered at Coon tavern, filled up on moonshine Cc? j,y( and started out to get some 'a ?ys: t . at in the valley the Inhabitants ,vhat was happening. the doors and get the pistols, The Hatfields are ,o warning. vHi the hill the McCoys didnt lives. The ,i chance for their two parts with was divided into of connecting them, like a garage e:tch side of a driveway, with a i,ver the drive. The girls lived in west wing, the men in the east, a battering ram tore open the girls ,,n ejT k. ?.:3r first. on the girls crouched helpless saw a t?ngue 'imp1 i,nd then in terror oSia,ne lick past the open door. The jjjjjlields had set fire to the house. iTirow water on it, Randll ; i? : T Mc-shout- 4r ed, r and his crippeld son, hastened to obey. viB, and the girls soon was exhausted, and T Bttt the water H outside the Hatfields, apparently an v MBiy of them, were shooting, yelling, cursing, and had the house sur-- S rinded as the Indians did in the pion-- T Cal-- !s& days. '! the milk, if the waters gone,. I jjjtnd'ir directed and Allaphare, his 1 iTse daughter, was brave- 1$ trying to do it when Jim Vance, rfe of the Hatfields, strode up to the shteen-year-ol- d 'd6or. Allaphare tried to build a lire in the fireplace, but all her coals were out, .and she had no matches. cant stir a light, she said plte- ously to the Hatfields, and explained 'why she couldn't. shoot you if you don, "Cap ibtfield threatened. Cap Hatfield, I know you, she You wont kill a woman, taplored. Will you? Remember, I have two little orphans to take care of. Cap, 1 h$ve prayed for you, I have prayed for peace. Please dont murder me Vance broke into her plea. ?What the hell are you parleying with her for? he demanded. Damn bier, make on more account of her than Shoot her, jou would of a man! ; r ' , damn her! Cap raised his rifle to do so, but Ellison Mounts beat him to it. The I girl fell dead. Old Mrs. McCoy ran out of her house to go to the girls, because she heard them scream that Tllaphare was shot. ,( Vance knocked her down with the but" Of a shotgun, breaking two ribs, but , her mother-lov- e still triumphed, and, f injured piteously, she stil crawled on hands and knees toward her dead f ( daughter. f "Jonce Hatfield then showed he Could slug women as well as the rest of his family. He brought down a revolver butt on Mrs. McCoy's head and knocked her senseless, The Hatfields had succeeded in fir-- f the house by this time, and Cal- v'n McCoy and his father knew they were trapt. I'll make a dash for the corn crib, Calvin said, if I reach it alive, I'll be able to protect the rear of the house nnd you can escape. j The two shook hands, and Calvin ran out into the open. He was fairly riddled with bullets before he, had Puie thirty yards, and the Hatfields lsed In on him, yelling In triumph. 'Hand'll sent a volley Into their ' midst, and Vance, French Ellis, and ouple of other Hatfields were hit. Tlie gang retired, cursing, to conceal-.rnen- t. giving "Rand'lP an opportunity fire out of the back door in his 'Hght gown and bare feet. He spent the night in a hog mire, his feet buried in the muck, and ;Wp staggered, frozen s,m half senseless, into a neighbors, .cabin e next morning. Allaphare nnd Calvin MqCoy were 1 5 j J1 dtnl. Mrs. McCoy, wounded. was unconscious. t had helped the McCoys hunt down the Hatfields. Finally, the long feud came to an end and for many years prior to his death the fierce Hatfield leader, Old Devil Anse, had lived in peace. On a wall of his abandoned home on Tug river, it is said, a visitor will see a lithograph reading: There is no place like our home. Beneath this a Blue Ridge dweller, apparently in no wise misled by this display of sentiment on the part of the feudist chief, has printed carefully, Leastwise not this side of hell. SHORT STOR Y READERS 'rStir a light in here, he demanded. r i The whole countryside was aroused by this latest atrocity. A band of men, headed by Deputy Sheriff Frank Phillips, a relative of the McCoys; started out to hunt the Hatfields down. One by one they were captured or killed: Two of them were tried and hanged. From now on the fight began to die out. The McCoys had decided to quit, but the Hatfields continued warring for several years, determined to Include in their enmity everybody wno It seem-fatall- y, The Hat" Novel readers have told me times without number, writes A. L. Humphreys, of The London Daily Mail, that they do not care for short stories. They never give any reason for their indifference, and it is quite a good rule never to explain. I will, however, at once break that rule, and say why I believe that the practiced reader of fiction does not care for short stories; it is for the same reason that a lover prefers a long love letter from his adored to getting a telegram. He can dispense with the telegram, but the letter is essential. Love, and tremendous love love complex, tangled and passionate, with a high class murder thrown in now and then these are the things I find people read. Now, the short story, because of its limited canvas, has not a chance to paint the Intensities and complexities of love or the crimson side of life. So it is that we, being a nation slow in the uptake of all things, afid very foolish and prejudiced in several things, dismiss the short story as neither flesh, fowl nor good red herring. We do not at present appear to be educated up to the short story. It is obvious that the object of the story, be it long or short, is to amuse, but what amuses in one mood does not entertain at all in another frame of mind. The short story needs the right mood, and there should be books for every mood. I liave never forgotten a humorous short story by Barry Pain. It is the first story in a shilling It volume called Nothing Serious. 15 years ago) I could not sleep at nights for thinking of her. I mention this because I believe that all first class short stories deal with trivial everyday things. They never get so far as to attempt to upset, morals, or even to Interfere with the pub- Consult County Clerk or the Signers for Further Information. NOTICE TO (ll R1HTOII 8. lic security of the realm. Fine subEstate of John H. Dewey, Deceased. Creditors will present claims, with books. mediocre often make It jects vouchers, ,to the undersigned at 631 was Flaubert Who said to, Guy de Mau- Judge lMdg., Salt Lake City, Utah, on or before the 25th day of May, A. D. passant as they passed a cabstand: 1921. C. DEWEY, Young man, describe that horse so as Administratrix ANNIE of the Estate of John H. Dewey, Deceased. to distinguish him from every other S. A. KING, horse in the world and 1 shall begin Attorney for Administratrix. Date of first publication, March 19, to believe that you have possibilities A. D. 1921, as a writer. NOTICE TO CREDITORS. I look back over a considerable perEstate of Jennie Deceased. iod, and I Temember the success of Creditors will presentCook, claims, with vouchers, to the undersigned at No. many fine short stories Richard Hard11 South Main Street, in Salt Lake Utah, on or before the 31st day ing Davis Gallegher, Andrew Langs City, A. D. 1921. of May, In the Wrong Paradise; Twains MilTRACY LOAN & TRUST CO., of the Last Will and Testalion Pound Bank Note; Owen Wisters Executor ment of Jennie Cook, Deceased. HAAS, Specimen Jones; Kiplings Cat That JOSEPH R. for Executor. Attorney Walked by Himself, and some hunDate of first publication, March 19, D. 1921. dreds of others. Finally, let me Bay A. NOTICE TO CREDITORS. one word as to the success of Algernon Blackwood as a writer of ghostly Estate of Charles. T. Stewart, deceased. Creditors will preesnt vouchers to the and psychic short stories. at 760 East Fourth South St., Let it be remembered that the ghost undersigned Salt Lake City, Utah, on or before the is one of the most enduring figures in 31st day of May, A. D. 1921. JOHN IT. STEWART. literature. You meet him in. parchAdministrator of Charles T. Stewart. of first publication, February 26. ment works of the fourteenth century, A Date D. 1921. PARKER A ROBINSON, and he is just as much in evidence toAttorneys. day in the freshly printed and newly NOTICE TO CREDITORS. cut magazines of the twentieth century. Writers of short stories will do Estate of Kate Coakley, Deceased. Creditors will present claims, with well not to neglect the ghost. vouchers, to the undersigned at Bingham, Salt Lake County, Utah, on or before the 28th day of April, A. D. 1921. TABLE D'HOTE. DANIEL W. COAKLEY, Administrator of the Estate of Kate Coakley, Deceased. Diner Give me $5 worth of food. NOEL PRATT. Attorney for Administrator. Shiner You said a mouthful, boss Date of first publication, February 26, A. D. 1921. Bridgeport Life. . , i NOTICE Wot you doin, chile? Nothin4, My, but you is gettin likJp mammy. yoh father. Boston Transcript. doctor? Havent you any Yes; to kill time. patients any more? Paris Sans Youre writing poetry, Gene. How do these grouches get wives? Many of them were not grouches they did. Louisville Is your daughter going to a dancoY No, she wouldnt dress so elaborately for a dance. Shes going to work. Houston Post. to creditors. Estate of Frank David Jones, Deceas- Creditors will present claims, with vouchers, to the undersigned at 620 South Eighth West, Salt Lake City, Utah, on or before the 30th day of ed. June, A. D. 1921. CAROLINE M. JONES, Executrix of Estate of Frank David Jones, Deceased. SHIRLEY P. JONES. Attorney for Executrix. Date of first publication, February 26, A. D. 1921. NOTICE TO CREDITORS. Estate of Watkln Watkins, Deceased. Creditors will present claims, with vouchers, to the undersigned at Suite 410 Utah Savings & Trust Bldg., Salt Lake City. Utah, on or before the 22nd day of April. A. D. 1921. E. W. EVANS, Administrator of the Estate of Watkln Watkins. Deeeased. WALTER C. IHJRD, Attorney for Administrator. Date of first publication, February D. 19. A. 1921. NOTICE TO CREDITORS. Poet The burglars have been in Artist Yes, what happened, my room and then gave me Ioet-Searc- a shilling. hed Sydney Bulletin. . dealt with the conversation of a ciev-e- r flapper with a shop assistant, who was trying to sell her a pair of gloves. I still love the flapper in that story, and after first reading it (this was PROBATE AND GUARDIANSHIP NOTICES. In the future we will have no such No, agreed the grim thing as war. scientist. Estate of Frank E. Sandberg, Deceased. Creditors will present claims, with vouchers, to the undersigned at 26 South Main street. Room 6, Salt Lake City, Utah, on or before the 9th day of May, A. D. 1921. A. STANLEY TTANKfi, Administrator with the Will Annexed of the Estate of Frank E. Sandberg, Deeeased. STANLEY A. ITANKS, . Attorney. Pto D. A GCOD REASON. Conscientious Shop Assistant No, I will not do it. Its an inferior grade of shoe, and I will never pass it off as anything better. proprietor of the Shop 1Mark it A Shoe Fit for a Queen and put It in the window. A queen does not have to do much walking. of first publication, March, 1921. 5th.-A- . , NOTICE TO CREDITORS. Estate of Sarah J. Colbath, formerly Sarah J. Iloover, Deceased. Creditors-wilpresent claims, with vouchers, to the undersigned nt the offices of N. A. Robertson, 411 Felt Rldg, Salt Lake Cltv. Utah, on or before the 15th day of May, A. D. 1921. ELLEN TTOLDERMAN, Administratrix of the Etate of Sarah .T. Colbath. Deceased. Date of first publication, March 12, A. D. 1921. N. A. ROBERTSON, Attorney l |