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Show PAGE SIX THE LEHI SUN, LEHI, UTAH Thursday, March 13, ' eniiiiniiiimirmfiiMiifiiiinuiiiiiiiniiiHiiHiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiuiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiinii THE 1 I TllS HiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiHiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiim. CHAPTER XIV Continued. 19 . ' ; "Let y'u alone after y'u bungled It the way jru did with fifty pistols In the air and jou drunk h I! This waa my lay, anyhow, and a one-man Job, only you and Lege had t' mesa In and now, with y'ur long tongues and qulrrel whisky, y'u've Jlm'd It." "Mess In!" The shadow among the gnarled roots raised a trifle. "Who hid y'u an' nursed y'u back well again after that marshal dern' nigh croaked y'u last winter T Mess In I" The other strode a hard step nearer ; apparently realized that any sort of en outbreak just there and then might prove dangerous ; finally turned and talked away up the yard. The parlor door opened, closed. Black Bogus half rose, slipped away up the path and the woodsman was alone with the voice of the night , Counterfeiters the mystery was ideared. Simon Colin money-lender; wmwi mum Let Y'u Alone After Y'u Bungled It the Way Y'u Did With Fifty , Pistols In the Air an' Y'u Drunkl" money-hoarder offered Just the right opportunity. Their plan was absolutely flawless-each flawless-each night to slip out a number of good bills and replace them with counterfeit coun-terfeit bills of the same denomination. And the rumpling of the spurious bills la tobacco-stained leaf mold to make them appear old and worn, so practically eliminating the chances of detection It was a master thought. Grouched , in ' the shrubbery, the woodsman pondered the revelations of the night. But what to do? Proof It was the one big word that confronted con-fronted him. Since they had printed their supply of counterfeit bills before coming to the Flatwoods, there would be no outfit nothing that fire could not destroy. A thought of the concealed houseboat, house-boat, with the shapely heelprlnts on Its dusty after deck, crossed him ; and assumed a new significance. But one false move and even that would disappear dis-appear and they had their eyes on ' blm. But with all the caution of his woodcraft, wood-craft, Jack Warhope was not a man to plan and scheme. He came of other atock than that A stroke to the core v when the ripe Instant came and ievll take the chips, was his way. A boid thought took shape In his mus-'dngs-Haut the ripe instant had not yet -come. Another night would bring it vwlta the banker warned and both of them on guard. ' ' With a grim look on his face he crawled out of the shrubbery, stole -back to the path winding along under the dense shadows at the base of : Black rock and slipped through the corner of the orchard to his own -mall cabin. t - Pausing in the fallow yard under an old apple tree, Just now renewing its youth in the glory of full bloom, "be stood for a long time sifting the .sounds of the night and frowning back toward De red-roofed cottage. , The moon stole up under the edge , of the east and cast a glittering spear that broke against the face of Black Rock. A quiver seemed to thrill over V the sleepy world at the bold assault The geese In the barn-lot honked and : clapped their wings, a bullfrog down in the bayou cleared his throat; a soft breeze waked, rustled the leaves of the . old apple tree and snowed the man white with blossoms. He had his hand on the latch ? when suddenly there rang out upon the silence of the night from the di rection of the red-roofed cottage, a woman's wild scream, repeated again and again. He whirled, rigid, striving to distinguish distin-guish the cry but all women scream much alike. Next moment he was dashing aross the orchard toward the sound probably the most awesome on earth- - woman's wild cry in the night The ound had ceased when he came out of the orchard and a candle , was flitting about the sitting-room. He leaped the orchard fence and ran around to the porch. To his surprise the sitting-room door was partly open and he dashed In. There la his big armchair in the room that sred as office, half bent ED JK Tale of the Flatwoodt Br DAVID ANDERSON Author of "The Bine Moon" Copyright by The Bobbe-MerrM C back over the chair arm, his grizzled head lolling down horribly, sprawled the old money-lender dead. Texle was crying wildly In the arms of the housekeeper. The preacher had Just come from the parlor bedroom bed-room and stood stooped and trembling, peering through his huge spectacles in awed silence. But great as his haste in dressing must have been, he had found time to put on the frock coat and high neck stock demands of custom cus-tom that he had probably found impossible im-possible to deny.' Jack found the dead man still warm. He noticed that hia night shirt was torn to shreds at the neck and sleeves, and that his face was scratched and streaked wlfh blood, but there was no wound apparent ..that"' could have caused his death. The room presented every evidence of a struggle. A chair was over turned ; the cover on a small stand had been brushed away; the rug was dragged back a foot or two from be fore the dead banker's writing desk, where, for an Instant the woodsman bent a searching eye upon some faint markings that in the dim candle-light could barely be traced upon the dusty floor-boards thus laid bare. , The , old man's sawed-off shotgun was lying on the floor, where it had probably been wrenched f torn his hand before he could use It Jack had only time to note these particulars when a rabble of people from the village, alarmed by Texle'g screams, came running up the yard and stormed Into the house. A moment mo-ment later Jerry Brown, the town marshal, bustled In and took charge and the peaceful cottage passed Into the hands of the law. The house was cleared of all but the preacher, the woodsman and two or three women, a messenger sent to the city for the coroner, and a deputy put on guard at the door pending his arrival. Seventy years ago the coroner's office was In the saddle, the coroner, then as now, always a physician, usually usu-ally of the "saddle-bags" type, a race of men staunch and true, who, next to the minister and teacher, did most to nurse the young republic to manhood. Early the next morning the coroner arrived. After a short consultation with Jerry Brown, he entered the room where the tragedy occurred and began his Inquest Aside from the disarranged furni ture, the torn garment the scratches on the face, there was little evidence, and no clue whatever to the person or persons with whom the old man had waged his fatal battle In the dark. Not a cent of money, or any article of value, had been taken. The safe was still locked, apparently Just as It had been left the day before. Texle testified that she had heard a struggle, and words strained and muffled and indistinct that she immediately imme-diately sprang out of bed and ran Into the housekeeper's room that they lighted a candle and hurried downstairsthat down-stairsthat there was no one else In the room except her father, and he lay back across the chair arm Her voice choked Into silence. "Were the doors all closed?" "All but the door of the settin'- room it was open a little bit" "Was it closed when you went to bed?" "I s'pose so father never failed to shut and lock It" "Was there more than one key V the door?" "No, only one." "Where was It kep'r "Hangln' b'hlnd the door.". "Marshal," directed the coroner, "win you see If that key Is still hangln' there?" The marshal peeped behind the door. "Yes, it's thar yit Y'ur Honor," he answered. 7 The coroner relaxed bis gruff sever ity long enough to offer the weeping girl a word of kindly sympathy, and then dismissed her.. -7 ; The housekeeper was next called. Her testimony agreed in every par ticular with Texie's. And then came the preacher. In his peering, Jerky way, he testified that he was a heavy sleeper that he had heard nothing till Miss Texle screamed that he had then hastily thrown on the few articles of dress necessary to make himself presentable before ladles that he had opened his door and hurried across the parlor, across the sitting-room and into the office, where he was horrified to find his dear friend dead, and the room In its present dis array. "Is It trie that you carry a key to the parlor door?" "It Is. Brother Colin placed It at my disposal the evening I came." "Where is it?" "Here." He drew It forth and held It toward the coroner, who waved it away. "Did you lock the parlor door las nightr "I dI(L "1001 excused." The coroner looked In his aote-book, glanced Into the corner of the room I wnre Jack Warhope stood near j Texie's chair and motioned1 with bis I hand. The woodsman approached the I table. . "What do yon know of this cer LOCK -",irnl,,,l,,1,n,II!,l,,,n,,,,,,,,,,,,,n"ns In his slow, careful way the wood-man wood-man told what he had heard and seen,' from the moment of Texie's scream to the arrival of Jerry Brown. "What was yon doln up so later The question probed deep. Things would have happened had he answered it and they would have happened fast Back along the wall the preacher preach-er straightened a trifle and his eyes tightened behind the huge spectacles. "I was studyin'." Just what the character of hit "studies" had been he let fall no word, and fortunately the coroner did not' ask. Back along the wall the tightened tight-ened eyes behind the huge spectacles relaxed. "Is it true that you carry, and have for some time carried, a key to the kitchen door?" 1 "Yes, sir." "Where was that key las' nightr "In my pocket" He drew It out and held it forth; the coroner waved It away; back along the wall the. eyes behind the tinted spectacles tightened again. "It appears from the evidence that you was the only person who could have entered this house las' night without breakin' In." Texle slowly rose from her chair; her eyes suddenly dry and wlda. "Your Honor w'y that's Jack-Father Jack-Father trusted him the same as he did me" The coroner looked toward her ; waved his hand. The girl glanced helplessly at the woodsman ; sank back Into the chair and burled her face In her hands. . . ,. Uncle Nick had edged through the crowd and approached the table. "Doc, Y'ur Honor, he never done it He couldn't Hit ain't in 'lm n'r the men 'e sprung from. Wy, I'd back the boy with my life." The coroner looked at him; turned again to the woodsman. "Your name's Warhope?" "Yes, sir." "Son of Col. David Warhope?" "Yes, sir." The coroner mused a moment then went on. "I knowed your father, and I don't believe It has ever been my privilege f know a nobler man or a finer gentleman." gen-tleman." He turned to Uncle Nick, anxiously fumbling the coonskln cap In his fingers. "You say you'd be wlllln' to answer for this boy's honesty with your lifer "I would that" "So would V He turned to the woodsman : "Young man, you're excused." ex-cused." Tense strung bodies relaxed; faces cleared; a murmur swept the crowd a murmur that only for the presence of the dead, would have swelled to a cheer. After writing a hasty line or two In his worn note-book, the coroner rose La grim severity and rendered his verdict to the effect that Simon Colin came to his death from an acute at tack of apoplexy, precipitated by struggling with some person, or persons, per-sons, unknown, who had entered the house probably with Intent to rob. Looking around over the assembled villagers, a man seriously conscious of the trust the state had committed to lft' "It Appears From the Evidence That You Waa the Only , Person Who Could Have Entered This House Las' Niflht Without Breakin In. him, the coroner folded up his notebook, note-book, came out from behind the table and the Inquest was over. The crowd was sent away ; th woodsman helped Jerry Brown and the coroner carry the dead man Into his room and lay him upon his bed. Watching a chance when no one was looking, Jack snatched up the sawed-off sawed-off shotgun and hurriedly examinetf the caps on the tubes. He found what he was looking for the fulml-np fulml-np had been removed from the caps, reUlerlng them absolutely neutral, Ns anv4mt of hammering could have caused them to explode. , Crossing the floor, he took down th key, which the marshal had left hang Ing behind the door undisturbed, an stalled it critically. On the abaft ot It tu a faint discoloration thai could be nothlni else but blood. -iiiiih urn mn.C Tf&jeSSfZSrr. i m ii.iiim.. m 1 ir-a l Kl I LilLN CABINET (IS. 191. VVeetern Nawipipar Union.) WEEKLY MENU SUGGESTIONS While the wintry winds still blow, hearty foods are enjoyed and even In spring an occasional hot dish is agreeable agree-able for supper that In warm weather might be too substantial for the last meal of the day. ,, If dinner is served at night the dinner menu will take the place of supper. SUNDAY Breakfast: Fried ham, coffee cake. Dinner: Roast chicken with creamed dried corn. , Supper: Muth and milk, salt codfish. MONDAY Breakfast: Buckwheat cakes. Dinner: Pot roast of beef with potatoes. Supper: Creamed chicken on toast TUESDAY Breakfast: Toast and bacon. Dinner: St James pudding. Supper: Scalloped potatoes. WEDNESDAY Breakfast: Salt pork fried, cream gravy, baked potatoes. pota-toes. Dinner: Roast of mutton, canned peas. Supper: Waffles with maple sirup. - THURSDAY Breakfast: Ham and eggs. Dinner: Pigs' feet with sauer kraut Supper: Sliced roast mutton. FRIDAY Breakfast: Oatmeal with top milk. Dinner: Salmon loaf. Supper: Sup-per: Milk toast SATURDAY Breakfast: Stewed prunes, doughnuts. Dinner: Beefsteak, Beef-steak, baked potatoes. Supper: Pork and beans. Coffee Cake. Take two cupfuls of light bread sponge, add one cupful of sugar, two well-beaten . eggs, one cupful of warmed milk, the grated rind of a lemon, mix well ; add flour to make a mixture that will roll out Place In small dripping pans, cover with softened butter, sprinkle 7ith cinnamon cinna-mon and brown sugar and when very light bake In a moderate oven. Raisins or currants may be added, making a very rich, delicious breakfast cake. Cut in inch slices, divide in balves when Serving. St. .James Pudding. This Is a simple, delicious pudding without eggs. Melt three tablespoon-fuls tablespoon-fuls of butter, add one-half cupful of molasses, the same of milk, one and two-thirds cupfuls of flour, a half tea-spoonful tea-spoonful each of soda, salt, cloves, allspice, all-spice, nutmeg and one-half pound of dates cut in fine pieces. Steam In pound baking powder cans for two and one-half hours. The Ill-timed truth we might have kept Who knows how sharp it pierced and stung? The word we had not sense to say Who knows how grandly It had . rang;? EARLY SPRINGTIME DESSERTS To stimulate the appeflte and fur nlsh mineral matter and aclda which the system craves and needs at this season, fresh fruits and vegetables vegeta-bles are Invaluable. Invalu-able. 7 Banana Dessert Des-sert Heat a pint of milk In a double boiler until scalding;, hot Add two tablespoonfuls of cornstarch which has been mixed with one-fourth of a teaspoonful of salt and one-third of a cupful of sugar, then add one-fourth one-fourth of a cupful of cream. Cook thirty minutes, stirring occasionally. Add the welt-beaten yolks of two eggs, return to the boiler and stir, cooking until smooth and thick, using care not to over cook and curdle the eggs. Add a teaspoonful of orange extract and put In a cool place. Cut sponge cake Into slices and arrange ar-range In a glass dish In layers with sliced bananas, having a bottom layer lay-er of cake and the top of bananas. Pour over the chilled custard, cover with a meringue, using the egg whites and two tablespoonfuls of powdered sugar. Flavor with lemon extract and heap spoonfuls on top of the custard. cus-tard. Cherry Sherbet Take one cupful of stoned cherries, two and one-half cupfuls of water, one-half cupful of sugar and one tablespoonful of softened soft-ened gelatin. Heat the cherries, water wa-ter and sugar, add the gelatin, cool and add the Juice of an orange. Freeze to a mush and pack in salt and Ice. Serve In sherbet glasses. Cream Pie. Take two cupfuls of top milk, two eggs, separating the yolks and whites, beating well. Mix the yolks with three-fourth3 of a cupful of brown sugar and one-half cupful of flour. When well-blended add the milk, scalded, a teaspoonful of vanilla and a tablespoonful of butter after the mixture ll cooked and smooth. Cool and fill a baked crust Cover with a meringue made from the two egg whites and two tablespoonfuls of sugar. Bake until the meringue is brown. Pineapple Rice Cook one-half cupful cup-ful of rite In two quarts of boiling salted water until tender, but unbroken. unbro-ken. Drain, blanch with cold water. Cut two cupfuls of sliced pineapple Into small pieces. Beat one cupful of heavy cream until stiff. Fold the cream and pineapple Into the rice. Serve to sherbet cups with bits of cherries cher-ries for a garnish or fresh, sugared strawberries. t ' tb Jfi tf ' ifi iff Kathleen laugtiea And she dressed herselj in green. "To celebrate SI Patrick's Said this blue -eyed Irish queen tad she met a man so handsome IDith a shamrock in his And their eues they met andjingc Just u?hat do uou make Oh, yes, uou re right it is That before long they were iped And all because they uxre the green, Each of them since has Copyright. 1924, Woura Ndnpapar Unies. StPahicks Day, and IDhq Bq TPillis F. Johnson (n Man Uork Triboae ixiiiaiiii is no ground ior wonaer-Ing wonaer-Ing at the teal and piety with i iii 1 1 .. . . . - Kl memorate the anniversary of their patron saint since, for reasons based on fact, St Patrick means more to them, and has for centuries cen-turies meant more to Ireland, than any other patron saint in the calendar calen-dar has meant to the land that reveres re-veres his name. Indeed, he Is the only one who can be said to have been associated as-sociated with his country to such a degree as to shape its destiny and to dominate all its subsequent history. Some of the most famous patron saints have had only the most shadowy shad-owy and legendary relations to the countries which adopted them. Such conspicuously is the case with St George, who never was In England nor had anything to do with It If we are to believe Gibbon, he was a most undesirable and discreditable person, a grafter, a tyrant and a heretic, who richly deserved the killing which was administered to him ; and he was adopted as a patron by Richard Coeur de Lion because he saw him in a dream, before the Battle of Acre, as a precursor of victory. Butler, the Catholic historian, makes him an entirely en-tirely different person, of saintly life, who suffered martyrdom under Diocletian, Dio-cletian, but was never near England. Finally, the erudite and reverent Sabine Baring-Gould doubts If there ever was such a person, outside of a sun god myth. St Andrew was a real enough person, per-son, the brother of Simon Peter, of Bethsaida, In Galilee. But all that we know of him Is in the New Testament and there Is only the most legendary foundation for the story that his body was taken to Scotland and Interred where now stand the city and cathedral cathe-dral which bear his name. David, or Ddewl, was a real person, too, archbishop arch-bishop of Caerleon and primate of Wales. But he had no lasting Influence Influ-ence over the life of the Welsh people, and, indeed, he was regarded as belonging be-longing more to England than to Wales especially since he was reputed re-puted to have wrought the miracle which created the thermal waters at Bath I Denis, of Dlonyslus, was an early by no means the first missionary to the Gauls, and was the first bishop of Paris ; but his mark In French history Is so slight as to be almost negligible perhaps most remembered through the epigram of the Irreverently witty lady of the old regime who, being reminded re-minded that after Lis martyrdom by decapitation the saint walked two miles with his head under his arm, before be-fore he died, observed : "The distance doesn't matter; it's the first step that counts!" As for James the EIde brother of John, and . son of Zebedee, he appears ap-pears to have suffered martyrdom under un-der Herod Agrippa in A. D. 44, and there Is only legendary authority for the story that he preached in Spain and that after his death Spanish converts con-verts bore his body back to their country, coun-try, where in the year 841 he rose from his tomb, mounted a white horse, led the army of King Ramlro of Leon against the Moors at Clavijo, and with f ' J5oiYJVl a merry laugn, Day," hal of . that 71 J quite tru saidl infidels. And Nicholas, our old Kenl 1 Santa Claus, Archbishop of Myra-ia- -haps his remains were remove! Bari, where those marvelous celeb, tlons In his honor are yearly held; tat It Is quite certain that he had nothing noth-ing to do with Russia. But Patrick, or Succat (in Celtic),' whether of Irish blood and birth not was, from his boyhood to to death, Inseparably identified with lit land and the Irish, and his teaching! and his influence have for fifteen cat, turies been so closely interwoya with the Intellectual and spiritual Bit of that people as to be bone of M bone, flesh of their flesh, brain of tM brain, heart of their heart 'f The very map of Ireland is a reed of his life. He landed at Innlspatiid and thence went to Holmpatrfct Converting a chieftain In C(f Down on bis own threshing floor, to place became known as Sabbalpatrtd and Saulpatrlck. In Antrim there li Templepatrlck, and also Ballyllf Patrick, and a mountain in Mayo i Groaghpatrick. In East Meath b founded the Abbey of Domnact Patrick; in Donegal there is St Patrick's purgatory, In Leinster St Patrick's wood, at Cashel St Patrlcii rock, and there are a dozen St Fa: rick's wells. There is Downpatrid' where he died, and Downpatrick heal In other lands, too, his name is ttsi preserved. He was said to have bees born at Kllpatrlck, In Dumbarte shire; he lived at Dalpatrick in La: arkshlre; he visited Cralgpatrld near Inverness; he built churches i Klrkpatrick In Kirkcudbright, at Klri Patrick In Dumfries, and at Klrt Patrick in Durham ; he preached i Patricksdale or Patterdale In Wei moreland ; he walked Into Wales o Sarnpatrlck, or Patrick's causewaj the Isle of Man was called lew Patrick after he bad visited it had founded . the Church of Klrt Patrick, and he sailed for Frano from Llanpatrlck, In Anglesea. ! Note, too, the manner in which var ous notable traditions have come be Identified with Patrick, thouf existing long before his time. F trefoil was venerated by the ancle Persians as emblematic of the Trie.' In their religion, and In Arabic it w called "shamrakh. But nobody en thinks of It, or of oralis, now p as the Irish shamrock, used by S Patrick In his demonstration of ft Christian Trinity. Again, centuries fore his time, it was scientifically . serted that serpents were never see where trefoil grows and that herb a specific against their bite. But S thinks now of the Elder Pliny by t. side of the story of St. Patrick's pulsion of all serpents from the where the shamrock grows? It might indeed he plausibly qflf tloned whether, with the one ob exception, any other single man for centuries meant so much to ( genius and the life of a people as I Patrick has to the Irish race throtf out the world. St. Patrick's Day Dream !flM i. ll rt J ' ill flA v ). GJBflstv LAWS' Tsr. uv si n I wonder today In old Ireland If someone ia thinking- of I I wonder If thought are a-turnlM To a wanderer over the sea? 1 wonder, as shamrocks they gathw If they're picking- a one for 4 And when the peat Are burn hush of the night ' If my face in the glow light thf r I wonder If someone is praying For a ship to come sailing the Or If someone Is trying mesM catch m, In the whispering sound ot the Oh! I wonder If someone Is t"1 Of other glad flay long ago: Oh! I wonder If someone Is of me. " Sure my heart lm Jsst as t know. K(ertn Udlfl |