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Show THE MIDVALE JOURN AL Friday, January 13, 1933 BELO A z Rom ance of the Nor th Woo By HAR OLD TITU S Copfrl&ht. lUJ. CHAPTER I -1In hJs young days Tom Belknap may have squirmed now and then; most men who have undergone the vJclssi tudes or fortune-bulld ing in the lum· ber Industry have. But this mnch ts certain: for a brace of decades, Lt he had occasionally felt discomfiture, he kept it well to himself, concealed behind tbnt brusk, grutr front. Now, however, he put on a first·rnte exhibition of a man In an uncomfort· able corner as Harrington, small and gray and amazed, stood In that spacious chamber and stared at him. The old fellow had made his asser. tlon with a growl, as be always did when at variance with his aids, and ordinarily tha.t tone ended argument abruptly. Not today. "But/' satd Harrington, after that long pause occasioned by Incredulity, 1 'whnt's the boy going to say to that?'' "He'll do ns he's told!" "Twice? You'll disappoint him twice, Tom? A boy with . . . with as much ~ph·tt as you bnve yourself?" Be scratched his tbln huir absently a.od frowned, and old Tom, slunk In the depths or that great chair, rolled an uneasy eye at him, an eye which had ln It defiance and determinatio n and, perhaps, n hint of appeal. ''Why, he took it standing a year ago In June when you sent him from college to \Vitch Bill instead of to Kampfest. That was a 1body-blow. after an the talk and plann.lng, but you told him to go and show what be could do and be did. . . . Now, be's coming here In a few minutes to claim the reward you held out to him, and instead of sending hJm to Kampfest, you're shunting him ofi on Belknap Se,·en l It beats me!" The other thlgeted wtth hls watch chain and cleared his throat irritably. "We11.'' be said, "John ain't goJng to Kampfest yet. . • . Not yet!" Be shook his head. "No, sir! Not to Kampfest!" Harrington's gray eyes were prying now, suspicion rife in them as he Eitndied the a,·erted face of the mo.n he knew so well. "Are Y!Jil in trouble at Ko.ropfest?" he asked QUietly, and the old face flashed up at him. "lf 1 am, it's my own trouble!" A watcher might not have noticed that Barrington had tensed on his query, but the sudden relaxing ot his body was obvious. "1 thought as much," be said grimly, meeting the challenge In those eyes. "I was afraid trouble might follow when you took 6orbeJ In on this thing. I've suspected mntters weren't right there tor two years nC~w; last month. when you came back from Kampfest, you bad the look of a beaten man, and I \Vas pretty fOure. Now, 1 know," "You know n lot !"-grumpily as he hltched closer to the massi,•e deslt. The other did not t'espond. With pursed lips be pondered a moment and then burst out: "Look here, Tom! \Yl1y don't you let us help you up there? Why don't you come down off .rour high horse and let the office straighten things out while you're awa.v? Belknfl.p gave n mirthless laugh. "You're dnfn' a lot or gtleSsing!" he snorted. "You're guessing at things, Barrington!" ne swung fn his chair to confront his Inquisitor nncl slapped the mahogany with his palm. "Guel'l'swot·k! I'll atlmit nothl ng; I'U deny most. But I'll go this far: if I'm In bad, whose business Is lt? If I guegserl wrong on a man. wlulse funeral is 1t? If !',·e got dirty clothes to• \\'RSh, whose joh ts it? Ell? "From the heginning you've all been n~o.inst me on my orfnlon of Gorbel, from rou on down Jhron~h this organiz1).tion to . . . to John himself. You didn't I! leE' him; you didn't like the idea of a Dftrtnershlp. John. my boy. warned me after he'd talked to the man twenty minutes. \Vnrned me I A cuh! "But I bet on GorbeL ne had the lay-out I've wanted all my life. had 1t tied up. I took him on nnd listened to fl.ll of you .velp nnd prerllct trouble, and 01nde up m,y minrl that the Belknap Lumber company offices never would ha\·e to bother with n line of Belknap & Gorbel bu!>IOeS!I!. I put It under my hat nnd It's heen thf're since. That's where it's golo' to stay, Darrington. and you can stuff that In your pipe!'' Hls face was flushed now. The other shrugged. "That ought to be final." be said glumly. "But what frets me. Tom. ts where John comes in . . . or isn't let in." Old Tom san); back in his chair and stared blf'akly through one of the great windows aguinsl which a savnge December gu.le hurle>d Itself In across sullen Lake Michigan. "That's somethln' else," be growled. Barrington persistently eyed htm. and tl1e old mttu squirmed ag-ain. "'l'here's only nne thing that really matters. when nil's said and done." he saW finally. "That's a man's reputa· tlon. And a man's repntatlon narrows down to his reputnrlon with certaiJot folks. I've got a ratln~ as an honesl man, which ts something everyborly with self-respect's got to have; anO I'm rated as rich, but 1 don't give A hoot about how much money 'the Relk oao l..umher company's worth, or the ds 0 value ot any ot the outfits 1t controls under other names. Pm glad I've got a name Cor beln' a hard fighter i gladder that men must concede I'm a fair fighter. But there's 'only one thing that matters much, that gets in close to a man's heart." He paused. "That's what John thinks ot me.'' Silence for a moment, except tor the bul'l'etlngs ot the gn.le about that Chicago skyscraper. "You've got three kids, Barrington. 1 bad only one . • . and a humding· er I Tbstt cub . • . B-l's bells, a man can't say what he feels on some things l Nobody'll ever know how hard I tried to play up to what he's thought of me ever since he was so high; nobody ever can know what n burden It's been to he the kind ot a party he thought 1 was." The rough voice bad become a monotone now. as though he fought for self-control. "Be opposed me just once; be warned me just once. Biro, a kid. warnfn' me about my Judgment of a man! I laughed at him and , • . Wen. I laughed at him and-" Barrington added: "And he was right.'' "Another guess"-in another 'SUrly growl. "Bnt"-looki ng up again, face furrowed with intense earnestness "lf that was so-l'm not admittln' tt, but It lt was so--would you Jet him find It out first? \Vouid yo11 let him come to you and say I told-you-so?" Pause. ''Not on your life, you wouldn't I "You wouldn't let blm eYen suspect that the thing he'd worked for and waited for wasn't what he'd expected! You wouldn't let h.lm think that the one present he'd wanted was marred before tt got Into his hands. Not much, you wouldn't! You'd fix lt up. somehow. even ff the trouble was so mysterious you couldn't locate It, before you handed lt c,ver so . . . so the estimate he'd had of you wouldn't lose anything of . . . of what It had 1 Then you'd tell bfm he'd been right, hut not before!" Be walterl n long moment. "Wouldn't you?" he insisted. ''If 1 had :~our devotion and theBelknap pride, Tom, I e.xpect I would," Harrington answered gravely. ''But the devil of it ls that you're lea vlng today for Europe, and won't be--" ''Yes I The devU ot lt I And tbP. devil of It Is, the d-n doctors are right! I'm no fool, Barrington; 1 know that they know. I Lmow when they say 1 need three months in a place where business can't reach me that I'd better hit the grade for that place. Well, nobody but the cloctors and yon know this trip's forced. 1 ain't going to worry nnyhody. A big Umber operation can't ~o to h----'1 In a heap ln ninety days. I'll be bnck : rn be fit to go Into the Knmpfest 'thing w1th sh•eves rolled up, find out just what and how much Is wron~. and I'll set It for John as we'd planned it'd be 1" "But don't you see that while you~re away the office could-" ''T wash my own dirty linen J" "But suppose, Tom, something should happen?" The old man shook his bend, hatr In negation, half in ngreemf'nt "I'd haYe to come clean, then, l guess. I',·e prE'pared for that." Be opened a drawer nnd took out n sealed envelope. ''1 wrote this last nl~ht. It's for John i! . . if SOme cathedral sbould fall on me. H 1 come back. I want It back from you . . . . ,And If 1 don't come back, you might just say, Darrington . . . say to the boy that . . . thnt be was n humding-f'r . . . will you?" 'l'b~ strong >oice shook a trifle as Harrington eyed tbe flrm pen stl"okes, tnscrltl\ng the name of John Steele Bellmap on that en"elope, ''Sure, Tom.'' thE' secretary said just a bit huskll.v. "St1re thing. And r hope he'll go to Bellmap se,•en. But rememher he's got his fath~<r's pride, be's blgb-strung. You cnn't give a colt too mnch bit even to sn>e him R fall!" • • • • • • up with some other organization and see what I could do and, lf I checked out, would then get In here wlth you and help pull the load. "Then you stumbled on to a location and the properties that fitted lUte a glove to a plan. You couldn't wait for me to start, of course. You had to go ahead because 1f any demonstration Is going to be of account It's got to show profit, and big Umber holdIngs can't be carried along any more without operating. You nod Gorbel got the mlll up and running,. the best mill ever built I You got the c.b.emtcal plans operating. You were going to ex· erclse your agreement with Gorbel anf1 buy him 011t nod we'd go to 1t . • . you and I. . • . Together l" He extended one hand in a little ges· ture. "And when I thought I was ready for that, I went up to Witch Hill. I'll admit now that lt was a bitter dose, But I took it, didn't I? I stayed on longer than you'd said I'd have to stay before getting my finger Into the Kampfest thing. I've been wafting lor months for word that 1 could drop It, and the word has never come. "We wound her up. When I knew you and mother were going today I got the last of the equipment loaded. the last chore done, and lltgh-tnlled down here \vlthout even stopping to buy civilized clothes because I thought . . . Kampfest at last! And instead of that I'm told that I nm now super lntendent at BeJlmap Seven!'' His lax fist fell on the desk, and he nodded as If wearied. His father snJffed and rattled the sheet of puper he held ''That's the trouble wttb you young: gafl'ers. Don't have the guts to walt. Got to jump ln and learn jobs rrom the top down. Stuffed shirts, for God knows bow many yean; yes-men. Y011 won't take the time to learn from the bottom up !" "Doesn't that mean nnytl).lng?" John asked with a curt gesture to"·ards the paper In the age-mottled bands. The man's eyes dropped to that scrawl, written on the letter-head of the Witch Bill Lumber company. Be read it once more: "To wbom 1t may concern, dear sir. .lobo Steele has worl(ed as camp foreman here for one year. ae is only a. li::lrl but as good a logger fi.S ever wore sox. .ijespy J. Mciver supt.'' The towering of his race concealed from the son's burning eyes the pride which swept tt, and John could not know the warmth wbtcb re-reading the words generated again in the old heart, nor the chagrin and fear at what he was now doing. Bot th~ belittling grunt and the dismis&tng gesture as he tossed the letter back to the desk top made the boy stir on his feel and tighten his lips. "Sandy I" old Tom growled. "Sandy, writln' a recommenda tion!" He laughed. ''Think be's ever done that for anybody before? Not much! Why, be was so rattled be left out the only part of your name that counts I Done It for you because be ll.ked you. As my old timers always 've done, he probably babied you from the time-" ''Babied!'' 1.'he interruption was hoT with anger. "fiahled me, tUd he? D--n funny bnbylng, J'd call it!" Ae Innghed bitterly. "I know what went ahead ot me to Witch llill. Sandy • And a half-hour later In thnt cham· ber. the brain housing ot vast tndus. try. a young mnn was nbout to burn up. A big young man, this John Steele BelknnJl, tall and broad and thick or chest. Out of place. he looked, In this room. wlth its deep-napped rugs tmd heavy hanging-s. He wore a maroon checkered Ma~kinaw and sta:?ged pants clung to stalwart calves; feet In the greased pacs were sprearl a bit us a man wUI wllen he meets an O{!Bnult. IDs face was weather-beat en but a bit pale now, his nostrlls dilated though be fought to keep at least a vestige of good humor in the deep blue eyes, and the semblance of a grin on the wide mouth oy telling himself to stay by lt another minute, to bold the oW dander down just another second! "But don't you see, '.rom," he began. "that It's what f've worked and waited for all these years? It wasn't any plan ot mine to the first plans I'd made for myself. "1 didn't want a:ny help f.rom you. I'd always figured on bitting It otr for IDYSelf to see bow good 1 am. just as you did, and grandfather did. I want E>-d forestry school and got It, and thought when I'd Onlshed that t'd hook ''That's the Trouble With You Young Gaffers-Don 't Have the Guts to Wait." team, 1 went with the loadlDg crew, nod every place I was put 1 set the pace for the rest of 'em. Yeah. College boy, Getting sand-papered because be was son of the push I" He nodded once more, a bit white now. ".Four thin~s I'd proved I could do better tbnn anybody else there. Four!" -holding up the fingers ot a trembllng band. "Saws next. Uou1d I get a partner to stay with me even at tbe money I made for h1m1 1 could notl They brought in a l!'lnn who'd never found a man to stand bls pace: be hoisted his turkey the ninth day and went out with bls tail dragging, and when Swn.nson got sick there was nothing else to do but put me in to run the show, was there? "You know what happened then. Forty cents a thousand I saved you below anything that'd ever been done at Witch Bill, and when we were winding up the job at that I And the boss liked me. I bad 'em working their beads off for you and showed the lowest labor turn-over they'd had in the country since God knows when 1 "Slut'fed shirt? Yes-man? H-1, sir!" "J.Jy," said old Tom wlth forced sardonic mildness. ":My, you're proud, ain't you? '.rhe boy caught his breath as though for a stormy denial; checked himself and flared: "You're d-d right, 1 am! It showed what I cnn do on one job; lt gave me something to go on when I ask tor tbe bigger one that's been promised me I'' His voice trembled. "You'd arlmit it to anybody else, too: you'd admtt tt of any other kid who turned the trick. Then, sir, why the devil won't you admit It to and about me?" His tlst fell to the desk agatn, but this time wltb a sharp thud. Tom Belknap's eyes left that accusing gaze, and he stared once more t..Qrough the window, · "Not he said dryly, as tf to end debate with himself, and the suggested alteration of his face which had threatened, perhaps, a melting, a softening, came to nothing. "It goes back to where we started ; that I'm runnln' .this outfit yet and hiring men and putting 'em where I think they'll do me the most good. "One thing," he propounded, "you've got to learn is to know men. to get along with men. You don't llke Gorbel-" 4 'No! I never have! Neither does anybody else around this outfit!"with no Inclusive gesture. "You've got a '()rice on his interest, and even It you aren't ready to buy him out I won't lock horns with him. Let him run the office and the mills; let him run the bank. I want to get Into the woods, Tom, and nt Kampfest. There'd be no conflict!" "As r was sayln'; You don't like Gorbel and for no reason, 1 can see. You've got to learn why you like and Don't like men. You've only been on one 1ob. You try e.nother. now, and come spring you show me what you're wound on I" Color was deepenint': tn the lined race and the eyes showed nale against it. "We've had a lot of gabble tbis forenoon! Bere'"S your letter from Sanely. See If you can make a sbowin' somewhere else, and when I get back . • . we'lJ see what we ca,n see!" He rose. "That's nll then?" John asked, odd· ly restrained. "That's a11 there Is. The Century lep.ves In two hours. U you're going to sny good-by to your motl1er you'd better be about it." 'l'he boy stood irresolute. conflicting impulses surging within him. '.rhen, with a swP.eping mov~rnent, he snatched up his cup. '·Good-by, sir,"-crisply . "Good-by. John. I . . . well, goodhy !"-gruffly. Their bands met briefly, formally. "You'll go on to Seven tomorrow. . .. " DIH1cult to lell whPther that was statement or query; difficult to tell, too, whether the clenrlng or tbe thron.t had been necessary or not. "1 seem to have m.v orders," the hoy said. and none could have told what impul~e lay behind the wordR. Be wheeled ancl went quickly out. and For a long moment after be bad gone his father stood. a gaunt, wearied old figure. Be lifted one hand with a helpless moYement and sank into the great c.IJair, chin on knuckles.. A.n unhappy mJm, this, helpless to rectify his mood . . . . told me \vben 1t wnl:4 all over. You ordered him to see wbo.t kind of n Belknap was left after the collegl:" CHAPTER II professors got through with one-! Yon told him to mnl.-:e It as rough for me as he knew how !" Now when a young man, fever hot •.rom nodded again, that brisk, il'ate with rebellion, at odds with hts world. gesture. :3et upon, trented unfairly, finding his ;'And what of It?" firmest trust betrayed. mad to his mar· "This!" John Hung hiS cap Into n row, steps oft' a train Into a strange chair and sitt.p[Jed the desk. "1 didn'l town and Is bit In the mouth by a squttwk. I didn't even ask for a fair stranger, certain events are bound break. It was June, with tbe black to follow. For one thing, the pres· flies so bad Sandy couldn't keep road !;Ure of temper wJtbin h.lm finds relief. builders tn the woods. Ae put me In It WflS easy enough for young John there with what he nad left of a crew Relknnp to come to a decision as to and 1 stuck. I \TRS the only one ol 1vbat to do; easy enough to decide the gang 1 started with who stayed tbo.t the Mid-West headquarters , up in through, and when we wound up 1 wae the wilderness, wns as good a plnce as boss! any for a young man going out on hls "Did 1 get something better then~ own to present himself and ask for a Guess again I I swamped. 1 drove chance. Easy, simple I WNU B&rvtce But not so easy to summon that rage which would wlpe out the burt. Be had had his fondest hopes betrh.yed by the one human being he bad trusted above all others. It cut and scourged, made him drive himself into a furious temper. . Ile had boarded a late train, pack· sack over his shoulder, oblivious to the stares of people in the station, tellfng h1mself that he had been double. crossed, abused to a point which was intolerable. Through the remaining hours of tbe night he had tossed In hls berth, letting that rage eat up the disappointme nt and heartache. To-day, on a less comfortable train, hts Ire mounted and as the cars rocked and bounced on northward O"\""er increasingly rougb steel. he sat for long inter,·als without moving a muscle, the fire in his eyes growing, the darkness in his heart' deepening. Snow 1leU. Now nnd again some ot It sifted down from the ventilators to the greasy rattan seats of the smoker. The brakeman came in and lighted oU Cherry Trees Gift of Tokyo to Washington In November, 1909, the municipal~ tty rJi' Tokyo, Japan, presented to the clty ot \Vashlngtou 2,000 Japanese cherry trees as a token ot the hfgb esteem which was held by tbe people of Tokyo for the people of the United States. The trees arrived In Wash· ington to January, 1910, but upor;a careful inspection by experts tn the United States Department o! Agri· culture were found to be Infected with the rootga\1 worms and other insect pests and with certain fungus diseases; tbis necessitated their btr lng destroyed, which was done by burning. In February, 1012, another shfpment of trees was made from Tokyo to replace those destroyed. This shipment arrived io Washington tn March, 1912. The trees werein splendid condition and were immediately planted. The first tree was planted by Mrs. Taft personally In the presence of the Japanese am· bassador. At the invitation of Mrs. Taft the Viscountess Chinda planted the second tree. '• Stomach; Weak, Nervous Pueblo, Colo.- "I have used Dr. Pierce's Golden Medical Discovery and it is a wonderful medicine for the blo()d or n run-do'VD condition," said Mrs. Bel'tba M. Kirgan of 609 E. ' Third St. "At one ,, . .=: time my stomllch · . · troubled me, I was weak, nervous and lacked energy. ll'rc_quent beadachee snppe(l my strength. I used one or tw() bottles of 'Golden Medical Dlscoveey~ and it strengthened my system in every way. It drove away the stomach complaint and mnde me hnve more energy. The headaches disappeared. too." Sold by nll druggists. Write 10 Dr. Pierce'• Clinic1 Buffalo, N. YO? for IJ:ee medical ad.,lee. Hand s Cove red with Large Erupt ions Cuticura Healed He Whirled and Drove His Fist Hard Into a Belly. "Eczema began with small pimples breaking out on DlY hands. It grew· worse until my hands were cm·ered with large, wet. sore erUptions which Inter spread to my wrists and n.rms.. It itched nnd burned, and was very palnfu) most of the time. I could not sleep nor use my hands at allcould not even feed myself. "My mother pur-chased Cuttcura. Soap and Ointment and they relievecf. the bm·ning, and niter using onebox of the Ointment nnd part of a cake of Cnticura Soap I was com~ pletely healed." (Signed) Miss lioleeta. lamps as waning afternoon brought wintry darkness. One more change now, and be would be on the Kampfest Smith, Rt. 1, Nabb, Ind. line. . . . But he was not going to Cuticurn Soap 25c. Ointment 25e stop at Kampfest 1 and 50c. Talcum 25c. Sold eveJ;y• Be moved with a start, then, and where. One sample each free. Adhis jaw muscles bulged. Tbts was the dress "Cuticura Laboratories , Dept.. route he had planned so long to take, R, Malden, Mass.-Adv. but the rlestLnation was no longer what It had been tn those years ot planM ning. On through Kampfest, ratber, on for the better part of another hun· dred miles to Mid-West headquarters . "You're out of luck," the conductor snld; "getting into Knmpfest tonight. 'rbey got three car$ otr on a culvert and it may take 'em until noon to get their line open. Tell you what; the Junction boarding bouse's a fright. You could go on to Shoestring where there's a good place to JStay and come hack In the morning in time to get the east-bound." "Shoestring? Never heard of It." "Spry little town." The conductor smiled grimly as he adjusted tl\e wick ot his lantern. ''If the branch hadn't been blocked tbis afternoon, you Deal PI'!""Ptly with B1adder might'Ye seen some big times there Irregularities tonight. . . ." Are you bothered with blad· John did not heed this, He said, der irregularitie s; burning, ·~Much obli~ed," and settled back In scanty or too frequent passage the corner of his sent with his wrath. and gettin& up at nii:ht? Heed Soon the brakeman rose and sung promptly these symptoms. out: "Shoestring l'' They may warn of some dis~ Buttoning h1s Mackinaw, slinging his ordered kidney or bladder conpacksack to one shoulder, John stood dition. Users everywhere rely in the end of the cnr as they jolted to on Doan's Pills. Rec;ommended a stop. Tie was the only passenger. 50 years. Sold everywhere. c)Jsembarldng, and when be pulled the door open snow swirled about him. MoYlng figures showed against the glow of depot lights. A voice sung out sharply: "That's him!" He dropped to shin-deep snow on the A Diuretic platform, and a bulking figure moved for the to confront him. Kidneys "You'd better git back on the train," the man sald. "You ain't welcome here!" "Check him through l" someone called hon.rse.Iy. "What's the big !den?" John snapped. ''Who are you to--" "We ain't here to argue, Jack I You git back aboard that car and keep your feet out or Shoestring and you'll If you are one of the millions who must get up several times be better oft'!" a night, your trouble is probThe big man grasped l1is arm deably due to an irritation of the terminedly, and as John twisted to bladder and kidneys which free blmseir he slipped. Be ftung out can be corrected. Just try a hand to catch his balance and, on taking Gold Medal, Haarlem the gesture, a_ stinging blow caught Oil Capsules regularly. For hlm full ln the mouth. 236 years this fine, old preparation bas been widely preA.n Instant before, and despite bls scribed for this very purp(JSe. black mood. he would ba"e arguid; It bas helped millions of bot that Hst on his Ups dropped a red others; why not you? 35c & curtain bef()l·e his eyes. coagulated all 15c. the auger which had kept him hot for 1 FREE two days and a night; stripped reason A aenuoua sample, free, if :vou from bim. He crouched; be rushed. print :vour name and addre•• acros9 this advertisement and He was go\ng to let no gnng put blm mall it to Department M hnck on any train I He bored Into GOLD MEDAL them 1 tbrougb them, un~ll he bfld disHAARLEM OIL COMPANY tance between himself and the car 220-36th St., 8rooklyn, N.Y. and then stralghtE'ned. catching one a stiff blow on the nel'k thnt sptm him about. Be whlrle.d nod drove hts fist hard Into n hPily. Ha.ve to Get Up at Night ? (1'0 Al!l CONT INUED.) • |