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Show LEHI FREE PRESS, LEW, UTAH . I IB S3 II CoprrUbt II By HAROLD TITUS ... now, r i... He winked, a bit grlmiy. "Go to it!" John said under his breath. Sounds of saw and hammer filled the air. Men moved methodically from place to place. Un the ashes of yesterday's barn, a new, rough structure grew. And Ellen Richards, as she stood on a stump and watched the framework grow, watched the roof go on, watched sheeting slapped into place and held and nailed borne, Who smiled with misted eyes. wouldn't, seeing your men work that way . . . and seeing one of them move about quiet, assured, competent, directing It all for you ! The barn would be habitable for the teams that night ; a few hours of work by a dozen men tomorrow would complete It ; a track problem at the crossing had become pressing, and John welcomed the chance to ride that far with Ellen. He would return on a speeder. They were at the crossing a time while Tiny tinkered and John watched Ellen viewing the long strings of loads, taxing the storage capacities of trackage, waiting to be moved into Kamp-fes- t. He saw her look at the short little train of ber own logs they had dragged up the grade, and her shoulders slacked significantly. "A feast for thera," she commented, "and for us . . . famine 1" The look in her eyes wrenched his heart Her hands closed on his tightly and then she was gone. He stood for a time watching the train rock on towards Shoestring, steam shut off now, as they slid down the stiff grades that led Into town. Not his faFeast or a famine! ther's doing, this; Corbel's probably; but the situation was real and acute, ... 1 "I Guess, Steele, Wa Understand Each Other?" . and he could not recover from the look on the girl's face. He walked along a switch filled with loaded cars awaiting removal to the Iielknap A Gorbel mill Not since the blizzard had the branch been cleaned out Only enough cars were moved to make room for more coining In from the Belknap & Gorbel camps. Even a switch, theretofore used only by the Richards empties, had been commandeered. He counted the cars there Twenty-twstanding there. were; seven thousand feet to a cut. load . . . enough for a four-daIf those belonged to Ellen now. , . . The car wheels were blocked because the switch ran Into the Shoestring line . He eyed one of on the those charred chunks which supplebrakes as mented the hold of hand-se- t though he had never seen such a device used before. Then he went on, whistling tunelessly to himself, lie laughed, after a moment, and said aloud : "Fire . . . fire's best fought with Orel" ' He talked with the crossing tender of the track difficulties, outlined tem porary repairs. The man asked for the next night off apologetically; his wife wanted an evening of movies; John told him to plan on It. a bit more heartily than even he was wont to He had a grant favors to men. plan, had John. He had noticed that the Rolknap & Gorbel man, who had ridden In the caboose, was hanging about the crossing. He walked with a pronounced limp, and as John and the tender started for the little house where the gas car was stored he approached. "Jim, ain't they making a run from Kampfest this evening?" he asked. "No; had trouble In the yards," the tender said. "My hard luck, thenl" the man o y down-grade- ... said. "I'd ought to ve telephoned and found out" He looked at John. "Is there any chance getting back to camp tonight "Ride in on the speeder with me. If r you want" That was agreeable to the stranger. A mile out of the crossing, as they rolled through the twilight towards timber on the horizon, his passenger put a band on John's shoulder and asked : "Would you shut her off a minute? I got something to talk about" John threw off the switch; the motor went dead, and they rolled to a d stop, there In the solitude of chopplngs. fcMr. Steele," the passenger said, "the sheriff told me about your fire. I heard him talking to the train crew about it and how he thinks that the man they're taking to Shoestring wandered Into your barn while he was drunk and set the place off trying to smoke." He paused. "I try to be a decent citizen. I try to be loyal to the man that hires and I pays me. But I like horses. like 'era better than I like humans, my wife says! I used to be a barn boss for Kampfest. but I got this stiff leg and can't get around so much. I'm filing for Corbel In camp now. I don't like to bite the hand that feeds me, but . . . I'm decent 1" Something dogged about him then. "What I've got to say Is this: that a man who'll burn horses alive don't deserve loyalty; he don't deserve anything but the worst he can get I That's why I'm going to tell you what 1 know. "That man under the blanket In worked In our camp for your way-ca- r three days. He was no good. He just made motions Instead of working. But yesterday afternoon Gorbel came to camp. He and this man stood outside the window of my shop a long time. I went out and then went back to get something. It takes me a long time to walk a little ways. I didn't aim to spy, but when I got back there, Mr. Steele, these two men were over by the gasoline tank, which sets off by Itself, drawing off gasoline 1" John's heart leaped. "They drew a Jug of it The man went out and walked down the track ; Gorbel went In and ate and drove back to Kampfest that night We haven't seen the man since." He ended with a grim nod. "We found a broken jug In the ruins," John said. "A plain glass, gallon jug." "That's what they had!" the other whispered. John swore softly. "We knew It was set," he said. "We're keeping still ; we're going to try to run this thing down without any fuss. Now, If you'll tell the sheriff what you've told me, hla Job would be easy." The other hesitated, then twisted his head In a nod of assent. "I will," he promised. "1 don't like to get any man Into trouble, but . . . It's the horses, you see." likes to "1 understand. Nobody squawk, but In a case like this It's almost a man's duty." I'd "That's what I figure, too. 1 made up my mind to quit working for Gorbel tonight, but maybe It'll be better If I stay on, even If 1 hate to take money from a man like that." "You stay on." John said. "I'll pass your story along to Bradshaw and he'll see you sometime when It won't give his hand away." "I'll help all I can. even to stickln" on for Belknap A Gorbel" grimly. "My name's PeYoung. When you want me, send word." snow-blankete- ... ... CHAPTER VI Again something new for a young man to consider as he rolled down alone towards camp. Until now this had been a fight without the law ; now, the possibility loomed that a sovereign state's authority might step In and help In thwarting the persecution which was being directed against Ellen Richards. John was convinced now that this whole affair was without old Tom's His rage knowledge or consent against his father was wholly gone be fore a feeling that the old man was peculiarly dependent on him for aid In clearing his name of the smirch that had been placed on It In this community. Corbel was the man, he told himself. This was Corbel's doing from first to last. His father, after years of wisely picking his men, had at last Involved himself with a rascal . . . But setting opinions aright, the releasing of this urge for Ellen Rich ..a .... ...i.i. jonn wuisjranii th -- l.K-a- Rob- - erts." To- m- Belknap, big timber operator, ordered by his physicians to take complete rest,- plana a three m0"t . abroad. Promises of advancement he bai mad to his son John are broken, and the young- man is Indignant .a Gor, bel. Belknap a partner. Is a bone of contention. Father and son part without an understanding. At bboesmng of mistaken identity After a flat.. fight,U,his attackers realits it la a case John la- mobbed. delayed w.by a wreck. ..... ... c i i a t and unbelieving, he seeas mor. varus dji lamer is uei him out. Grbe' aoes n i ernployment with that ampany. At the office be flnds Gorbel bullying a young girl, and throws , name as Jonn Johns he A carries letter gives recognise mm. j its nv " that gin is Ellen Richards, owner of the company. the Bellman belna- - droDoed inadvertently, and John, knowinar the feeling against his father, allows tllenofto the Kicnaros i,.,!. A Is bis name. Elieo engages John as ber superintendent. srles of attempts to handicap operations have a sentimental ai- company culminates in me wrecaing 01 a snow piow. jonn, imiring Ellen s bravery, begins to structure Jonn nnoa the tachment for the girt, which is returned. The Richards barn and stables burn. In the blaring dead body of a stranger. He realises the Are waa set. but refuses to believe his father could bs a party to sucn which was growing so enormousin his heart, could not command his ly ards first attention, paramount as they were. Other things crowded In before them. He must, above all. keep the Richards Lumber company alive until he could force matters to clear themselves. He went at once to Jack Tait and they stood outside the barn and talked for long. In the beginning the barn boss nodded mildly from time to time; at the end, he was spitting tobacco Juice and his old eyes were ablaze enthusiasm. with A team a white team came In off the Job at noon. The teamster was r put at other work. The had chopped stove length sticks in two and had charred them In the blacksmith shop, as car blocks are treated. At two o'clock Jack Tait hitched the white horses to a light sleigh, tossed the freshly made blocks in, and drove off, chewing rapidly. John went out with the loads, and when he dropped off at the crossing looked at him Inquiringly. Way-Bil- l "Jim and his wife, here, are going to paint Shoestring tonight!" John laughed. "I Just wanted to see that you got up the hump. Jack Tait's bringing In a team and I'll ride back with him. S'long! . . . Have a good time, Jim, and buy the missus popWhere do you hide the key, in corn case I want to get warm?" "On top the door casing to the left." "Right! Good luck!" He stood there as the train broke over to the down grade, rocking In the late afternoon stillness towards Shoestring. It was very quiet; a light snow was falling, flakes large and feathery, blotting out the tracks men had made not long before. He strolled down the main line, down over the break, on for There he paused, rods. twenty looked right and left and nodded grimly. At dusk he heard Jack Tait coming and walked out to meet him. "We'll carry the blocks over," he said. "This snow might stop; runner tracks wouldn't be so good. Horse tracks are harder to trace." While Jack fed his team John went Into Jim's house and telephoned. A private line this, with no chance of a central operator overhearing. He called for the mill foreman's office, and when Roberts answered, said crisply : "It's Steele, Roberts. How do things stand?" "Not so good ! We've only-go- t thirty thousand In the yards tonight and it's snowing here." "Now listen; and don't ask questions. Get your supper as soon as you can, come back to your office and stand by the telephone." "O. K.," answered the man. Steele and Jack ate a cold meal hastily and went outside. From the sleigh they carried arm loads of charred blocks and strung thera along the' track down beyond the break in the grade. This done, Jack took the evener from his sleigh, hooked a decking chain to It and drove his team across the tracks to the long line of Belknap A Gorbel loads waiting on the switch. The wings of the plow had shoved the snow back to give ample room. Jack hooked his chain to the arch bar of the first car's front trucks while John knocked the blocks from the wheels and mounted the car, grasping the brake wheel. "All right," he said, and Jack spoke to his horses. They leaned into the collars, strained, hung, and then the car slowly started to move. With the wheels once turning It was easy. Out on to the main line they trundled, and John set the brake gradually, driving the shoes tighter against the wheels as the grade became pronounced. She wants to "Steady now. roll 1" He was straining on the wheel with all his weight Jack pulled In his team until slack of the chain dangled In the snow, unhooked, seized a block and held It on the rail before the wheel while the tire munched into Its charred surface. In Its own length then, the car came to a grudging halt. Quickly they thrust more blocks In place and turned the team backward. Down they came with another car, repeating the process, careful to let It ease most gently against the first they had moved, blocking It securely, making the coupling fast. Back again. . . . They spoke but little and then In undertones, though they were miles from other ears. Snow fell faster. Ankle deep, shin deep, light, fluffy flakes fell steadily. The last car went Into place; the final coupling was made. "Get your team back to the sleigh whole-hearte- d wood-butche- 1 ... 1DEA The Idt-- a that thi world w sinn might be cured by nmkltjr' namen's thlrts au mh iJCw , been brought out in a new ph, uj of Nanking, cu;n4 a iN.litk-iaproposes to introduce laws ,7 will compel women's "limb ta L, "properly covered." This win long skirts and sleeves in all goW thus reniiring more l..tt, ma'oeb l textile mills. The n,,liudJ advocates men's suits inmle!j or less-- ' on Euroean styles, excI that they would tie buttoned U p j the neck. Women's clubs n,ay expected to rise In protest again idea. the long-skir- t j 53 EVENTS LEADING UP TO THIS INSTALLMENT CHAPTER V Continued He looked away. yes! He's right "My father He's always been right! He'll always be right I" His vehemence startled the girl and he looked deep Into her eyes. He wanted to tell It all. then and there; wanted to cleanse her mind of the-- impression it held. Wanted to say: My father Is the man you suspect of throwing all these obstacles in your path; my father is the man you loathe. But he Is right; he Is guiltless. I know, because I am his son!" He wanted to say those things but he could not, when all the evidence available on this side of the Atlantic was against him I What he said was: "We're going to keep on, but I'm going to keep on worrying about you unless you'll clear out of this mess and chase the look out of your eyes that's been there Ince a week ago, when we piled up the plow! Can't you get away? Couldn't you go down the river with old Wolf for a few days? He wants you." She laughed wanly. "Away now. When things are " "Yes, now I The Job's Important but you . . . why, you're something else again. Oh, how can I tell you, here and now?" hands slipping down from her shoulders to her hands. "Tou're something more than a part of the Job, Ellen!" He was leaning close to her, drawing her towards him, lifting her hands. "You're something bigger and more splendid than I ever thought life held I You're all that there Is or has been or ever will be tinder the sun or the " "John!" she whispered. He spoke her name but before their lips could touch the door opened and they hnd scant time to break apart before Wolf Richards burst In. "Lookltl" he said, holding up fragments of a glass. "Look It what I found out yonder, Johnny ! Found 'em In th' ashes; right In th' middle of th' barn. Jug, I'm tellln' you. . . . Jug, tls! What's a Jug doin' Into the middle of a barn, eh? Whisky, likely. He was drunk 'nd You're right, touched her off." He stopped talking and eyed Ellen closely as John took the fragments of fci&af from him. Her face was flushed rort his 'untimely Intrusion and the old man chuckled to himself. As John left the office a man whom be had seen repeatedly In town approached. "Steele?" he said.; "Bradshaw." Knew who you "Hullo, sheriff were, of course . . . Now, Ellen, excuse us. The sheriff's errand Isn't exactly pleasant. Mark'U get things going right off." "Stranger, eh?" the sheriff said as he pulled back the blanket and looked into the face of the dead man. "Stran' ger to ail your boys?" "None of 'era ever saw him." The other nodded. Step by step John went over the story, speaking lowly of the certainty that he and two others had smelt burning gasoline, telling of the jug fragments Just now discovered. He traced the mark of a horseshoe on the skull, pointed out the clear Impression of a calk; began to argue a bit as the sheriff squatted there, unresponsive, chewing on a cigar stub, almost bland, almost disinterested. "My guess is this," he said. "The game people that have been badgering ns for weeks pulled this. They sent this poor devil in here with a Jug of gasoline. He shook hay out along the barn floor, poured the gas on it and touched it off. , He'd naturally start her to the rear first and as be bent over to set It going behind Prince,' the , old fellow- - got him." The sheriff scratched a match and lighted his frayed cigar. "I'm goln' to tell the curious Just what everybody else out here but you seems to think," be said. "I'm goln to tell thera that here was some hum, walkin' In for a Job, He gets to catup, sees everybody's In the hay and knows he's likely to catch h 1 If he wakes 'em up. So he slips Into the barn, which la warm enough for anybody to sleep In ; lights his pipe, go.cs tQ.sleep and . . . there you are I "I've been watchln what went ,on here a long time. I been watchln you and what you've done since you took hold. It's enough, what I've see; enough to Judge you and to make a pretty good guess at what else went on. Your friend here" Jerking his thumb towards the figure beneath th blanket "went to work for Iiurke f the Belknap & Corbel cau last on- day.' "The devil 1" "Yeah." He stripped the foil from another cigar. "I guess, Steele, we understand each other?" 3 A Romance of the North Woods 1131 "It tent that I don't want to win. John!" she protested. "I want It more than I've wanted anything else. It waa tnj father's heart that went Into this operation. My father's memory Is here. In my heart. I owe It to him to finish what he set out to do. Isn't that natural? Don't you have that same feeling of high regard for the things your father wanted to do, or wants to dor DEPRESSION BRINGS - - mammmmmmm i In the house ajraln he rang the mill at office and the foreman answered once- - "Is the last yard switch open? John asked. "Ought to be. Always is. Thats orders. Yes. I can see the light from here." "Then stay In your office and keep starts your eyes open. And if anybody "down that yard get "em back !" Out they went, carrying axes. Up on to the first car John climbed and released the brakes. Jack knocked the Back to the blocks from the wheels. next, repeating the operation; a third and a fourth were released. The train stirred a bit as the freed cars took up slack. Another wheel spun, more blocks were knocked out The train was chucking, groaning, as the freed cars on the far end strained at the anchorage formed by those at the rear. As John mounted the third from the last it f.tirred a trifle. He smiled to himself. "Snappy!" he yelled at Jack as he dropped Into the snow. The string was moving now, wheels of the last car sliding, squealing. He grabbed the hand rail and swung up the step. He kicked the dog loose and spun the wheel. "Jump!" yelled Tait as he stood aside, and John Jumped as the cars gained momentum on the grade. Fresh snow, fallen on the logs, began to whip away In light, shattering Fire blocks, In streamers of dust streamed from a wheel as they swung another bend. The clatter of trucks over rail joints was like hail on a roof. The cars careened, they rolled, they jumped and bounced. The last, yanked along by the others, tilted and tipped dangerously on curves. It threatened to go over. It lost a part of Its load, but It held the rails. On through the chopplngs, on along the sides of hills; through narrow ravines debouching into wider valleys; level track could not slow them; short rises had no more than a barely perceptible Influence on the pace. . . . They broke over the last pitch, and any there might have seen the lights of Shoestring strung like blurred Jewels through the snow a quarter of a mile away. It seemed to Tait and John, standing there in the silence, that they could hear the clangor of those runaways until they stopped. The sound came echoing back to them through the falling snow, faint and fainter, but still there. John turned then and ran into the house. Roberts answered his ring. "Anything happened?" John asked. "Happened. . . . 'Y G d, Steele! Happened!" The man's voice cackled with excitement "'D yuh ever hear about it rainin' frogs?" "Once." "And manna? It rained that, didn't It?" "No, ravens brought " "Well, It come, anyhow, but what I wanted to ask Is, d'yuh ever hear of Into a hungry Its rainin' saw-log- s mill-yard- But I've prayed for It!" "Eh? You what? You prayed for It!" He could hear the man draw a great breath. "Well, Steele, I'm here to say that If ever I want a whole lot and real bad I'm goln' to get you to pray about a dime's worth for me! Say, the' 's saw-log- s strung from h 1 to breakfast, In this here yard. It'll be a mess to untangle, but If she blows now we can saw for a week!" "Fair enough, Roberts. And yon know nothing else except that It rained Time counts when you're in pain! Insist on genuine Bayer Aspirin, not only for its safety but for its tpui The tablet that is stamped Bayer dissolves at once. 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