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Show THE RICH COUNTY NEWS, RANDOLPH, UTAH It was Miss B. who prepared the meal this time. The man tried to help her, but his hands shook, and his feet stumbled as If his eyes could not see. Miss B. noticed then that his face had grown white avid set. There was now no merry smile on his lips. At supper, too, he ate almost nothing. Miss B. thought she understood it was those headlines. At seven oclock Miss B. lighted her lamp. It will be dark quite dark soon, she said feverishly. The man roused himself and rose to his feet. YTTrTTTTXTXTTXXXYXXXXIXlXXtXXXTXXXXTXXXXXXXTXTXTN THE SQUARING OF MR. JACK In Which One Good Turn Deserved Another Spite of Conscience, Got It. and in By ELEANOR PORTER Author of Pollyanna, Just David, Etc. Copyright by Eleanor H. Porter. neat celerity Miss B. put the tiny rooms in order, and then went out Into the store to open up. It was seven oclock, and Haydens Notion Store always opened at seven. As usual this morning Miss B. left the outer door wide open while she removed the dust-clot- h from the counter, YXTITH and patted Into precision the cards of s in their orderly rovvs of boxes. The act was symbolical of her whole life always had Miss B. patted into precision any irregular hopes, ambitions, or experiences that had ever dared to obtrude a corner existence. into her She turned now complacently to view her work and confronted a man: a disorderly looking man who had stumbled through the doorway, and who was gazing at her now with the eyes of a hunted animal at bay. s For Gods sake dont give me away i he begged. The next moment he had dashed by her and dropped out of sight behind the counter. The woman caught her breath and rubbed her eyes dazedly. She was sure she was dreaming. There could not le a man, really, behind that counter her counter Outside a swarm of men and boys headed by two policemen swept into the street and broke into irresolute little groups. Then one of the officers darkened her doorway. You didn't see a big, dark haired chap, runnin, did ye? he panted. Bill thought hed made fur this doorway. He might ha slipped in when yer back was turned, ye know. If ye dont ndnd, well look. And he strode across the room, leaving his colleague to guard t! e door. i It was then that the extraordinary happened : Miss B. deliberately turned and walked behind her counter; and when she lmd taken up her position her skirts entirely screened the hiding man. The building was a small one. It comprised the store, with a bedroom, behind It, bathroom and living-rooand a wide, unfinished room above where were a few surplus goods, trunks and boxes. A search in this limited, area naturally could not be of long duration ; and the officer was soon bnck In the store. He You're off. Bill," he growled. .'aint here. Thank ye, maam, he nodded toward the woman behind the counter. The next moment the door banged shut, and the gesticulating men and boys took themselves noisily out hooks-and-eye- habit-smooth- 1 to the door that led to the rear room and throning It wide open. A moment later she stood shaking, alone, her back against the closed door. Then the street door opened and a woman entered. Why, land o love, Miss B., dont jump so. Its only me, laughed the newcomer. Did ye think It was the man theyre chasin'? Hes gone ages ago, Ill warrant ye. Say, I want some .black elastic the round kind. Got any?" Yes," said Miss B. faintly, as she forced her shaking limbs to carry her to the elastic-bo- x behind the counter, ter. Trade was good at Haydens Notion Store that morning. The rush of custom and gossip gave Miss B. no time, indeed, to attend to that fearsome secret behind her living-roountil noon. Then she managed timidly to open the door and peer Into the little room. At once she stepped Inside and shut the door very quickly, her eyes wide with surprise and terror. The mnn stood before the stove scrambling eggs. The table was neatly set for two, and the room smelt pleasantly of coffee and baked potatoes. Getting hungry?" smiled the man. Its 'most ready. I thought youd be coinin in now; Miss B. moistened her dry lips and tried to speak, but no sound came. If youll just sit down," suggested the man, cheerfully, motioning her toward the nearer chair. The woman shook her head. This time she spoke, but her words were In the store the woman backed hurriedly away from her position. All the bravery had fled from her manner. She stood white and trembling, waiting. There was a momehts silence, then from the shadows peered a mans face. They gone? Yes. The man gazed at her curiously; ' . protesting hand. "And I wonder. he continued slowly, if youd be willing to do more." Theres nothNo, no, I mustnt ing I could do, she cried excitedly, staring into his face.' ' He turned and walked the length of the room, dropping himself into a chair before he spoke. Somewhere, years ago, he began, I read a bit of history about some judges that had condemned a king to death. They had to hide to save their lives, and they came to New England. A minister took one and hid him in a secret room for twenty years. And no one knew that he was there. So you see it can be done. The woman paled and started forward in her chair. mean You dont you cant mean she stammered wildly, that I I " She could not finish her sen- door. tence. Miss B., Ill have to know If youre He made a gesture of dissent. The sick, he stammered. came back to his old whimsical smile flushedIn the bed a wild-eyeface. cheeked woman sat straight up, staring Not for twenty years, of course; , into his face. for half of twenty but, perhaps I dont Go away, she whispered. days, he murmured. know you Plainly Miss B. was ill. ; She sprang to her feet. exclamation the a With dismayed Is I never! It No, no, impossible. and hurriedly closed man the door, never heard of such a thing! effaced all evidences of his recent efBut I have just told you of one Then, forts toward breakfast-gettinfor twenty years. tho Into Miss B.s work-basktucking But, I alone a woman! Things the had written he night, letter during like that dont happen, really, nowahe thrust his hat far down over his days. They couldnt ! eyes, unlocked the back door, and man echoed the No, they couldnt, to slip out into the in a dull voice, with a sudden change watched his chance alley. You are right. - They of manner. For some weeks Haydens Notion He Tose from his chair and couldnt. remained closed to the public. Store went over to the fireplace. He seemed In the rear rooms Miss B., with the old. Dont bent and worry. suddenly and It will soon be dark, he murmured anxious aid of the doctor, a nurse, was kindhearted neighbors, sundry with forced cheeriness. And then making a brave fight for life. It was Ill go. Her a long fight, and a hard one; but in Miss B. sat down lmpotently. B. opened wide her eyes, whole face was drawn into anxious, the end Miss reason. alight with her long-loterrified lines. She began to ask questions ImmedWas it the paper? she asked. iately. There seemed to be something He turned sharply. that she wanted to say and yet she Did you read it?" he demanded. did not say it at once. At last tL-No; but I thought maybe those doctor heard this : she stopped helplessly. headlines Doctor, that man who ran away An odd relief showed in the mans did he ever get eyes. With a nervous movement he from the police thrust his hand into his hip pocket caught?" Yes; but as it happened, the man and crowded into smaller space the half-sheof newspaper that was he shot didnt die, after all, so it won't go hard' The doctor stopped sudthere. Miss B. had fainted. acknowldenly. was the paper, he It It was not until Miss B. had been up edged. Theyre after me and theyll and dressed in her wrapper for three get me, of course. days that she found the closely written Miss B. wet her tips. t. But what could I do? she stam- sheets of note paper in her Then with a little sobbing cr,f mered. For a moment he did not answer; she settled herself to read them. then he spoke, his eyes carefully Dear Miss B. (Mr. Jack had written): avoiding hers. It aint daylight yet, but I'm going to write this now, as Im afraid it will be If I could stay up there he too late tomorrow. I shall be gone then, jerked his thumb toward the room for Im sure Ill have to get a doctor to above for a week, or maybe two, you somehow in the morning. But first I want to tell you a little how thered be a chance then that Id get I feel. Im afraid I can't, though. I dont away without their spottin me. know where to begin. Here I am sitting In thinking It over after she had up here worse than helpless wnlle downsaid tremblingly gone to bed that night, stairs the woman I love there! I'veknow Miss B. could not tell just how the it. That was the part I didnt how to get out. and here its come the man had carried the day. She knew first thing. I reckon, anyhow, I hadn't only that he had carried it, and that ought to said it I know youll say so read the rest of this letter. when you he lay now in the room above on an You sure have been game, little woman, old mattress that had been stored and I havent been worth it Still well, there. I have lived a rough life, but not a bad With the coming of the lawn began one not a really bad one. I shall not forget these seven days, nor you neither. strange days for the mistress of Hay- Miss B., and I want to explain right here Miss accusden's Notion Store. B., about what I did. I didn't know until tomed half her life to solitary meals the paper came that night that Id really man though he deserved killkilled prepared by herself, found now a curi- ing allthat right. He was Bud Durgin, the ous charm in those prepared by, and rascal that married my little sister May shared with, an agreeable companion years ago, broke her heart, and then who plainly did his utmost to please. deserted her. Shes dead now, and 1 hadnt seen him for years till I met him So one by one the days passed. That by chance that morning. We quarrelled, she- was doing wrong In harboring thus of course, and he said something about from the black a fugitive from the law never occurred May a(of black lie straight me him that made crazy mad. to Miss B. She was alone in the world, heart We pulled our guns, both of us. His shot The man himself was deferential, missed, but mine didn't. He fail, and I found you. Of course, by the anxious to serve, and always pleasant. ran, and read this I shall be caught, and time He seemed never to forget the service it willyoube all up. But 1 wanted you to reseldom he done know. him, though being I hope' you'll be. better In the morning, ferred to the cause that had called it but I'm afraid you wont. And if you forth. What he had done to occasion ain't I shall hide this somewhere, and the search of the officers he did not go out and telephone for a doctor. Anytell, and Miss B. did not inquire. He how, I've made up my mind 1 shall have pretty soon, no matdid ask once for the newspaper, but to tell you all this ter what comes, for Im ashamed to imonly once, for Miss B. had nervously on you any longer, or to play the pose sneak. Im going to speak up. If things replied : If my hands werent I've stopped it. That first night It had beenso differentshudder to touch- them, stained youd seemed to worry you; so I thought Id made you love me some time. I sure be better if 'twould you didut would. maybe And now let me say that I'm glad glad see it for a while. to do this thing for you. Dont fret about You think if I dont know where pie when you find out how I was caught they are, tuey won't know where I am, Just remember I was glad to do it. Somehow, it seems to square things for me. eh? he had asked a little wearily. And now, just this once, as long as it is lie had told her that his name wav the last time, I reckon you'll forgive me Mr. Jack and she called if I sign myself. Jack; Yours with, a heart just breaking with him. It Is doubtful, however, if she realized in the least how very large love and sorrowfulness, JACK. on her horizon this same Mr. Jack was Miss B. sat very still. Her eyes were looming. In the store Miss B. had from that wet, and her whole face was a rosy first day stopped ali talk concerning flush. Once more she rend the letter the disquieting morning when her through ; then with a wondrous light in house wus searched; and as no one her eyes she rose unsteadily and but herself ever hnd any business in crossed the room to her desk. the rooms behind the store, her visLong minutes Inter, when her halting itors presence was easily kept a secret. little note was finished, she paused There came a day, however, when with her pen suspended. the unexpected happened : Miss B. was Ill have to ask (he doctor his name, taken ill. A hard cold, dosed .faith- hhd and where he is' she Murmured, uvmuldusly. .One eoidflnY vchy well fully; all day, refused to yield to treatment, a fid by night had developed address a a loVtf letter Just to lA. Jack." really alarming symptoms. 1 ' mW-jl tWlil 9 r 1 then his eyes softened. See here, little woman, you sure d was game. he murmured. But why You Didn't See a Big, Chap Runnin, Did Ye? did you do it? The woman shook her head. -pot at all what she had supposed they I dont know, she stammered.' would be. You dont know? Its broken that chair. Again she Shook her head. Not much It is! laughed the man, somehow looked Your eyes they I whisking the chair bottom side up. she faltered. like Bobby's, mended it see. Now try it, he orThe man smiled. dered a moment later. Im suie Im much obliged to The afternoon was but a repetition Bobby, he said gravely. of the forenoon except that now Miss You see, there was a dog after him, B. utterly refused to discuss the mornjust like those men were after you, ings excitement with one of the dawexplained the woman, hurriedly; and dling shoppers. At five oclock she he ran to me for protection just as found an opportunity to open the you did. I kept him then almost a -room door and toss the evening year." paper, which had just come, on to the You kept him table. She had not read the paper, Yes. Then he died. Hed got to be but she had seen that there were huge a real big cat then, though. black headlines. She could Imagine ! Oh-i murmured the man. "Oh-- ! what those headlines said. ' At six o'clock Miss B with a sigh And he was such a good catl Ud of relief, closed and locked the store. always sh-- h be careful ! In the living-rooThe warning was scarcely needed, only silence and for the man, too, had heard the step exquisite order greeted her. Even the at the street door, and bad drawn newspaper was gone, and the man was nowhere to be seen. back- hastily. Where are you? called Miss B. The customer was a woman. She said she wanted a spool of number sharply. There was no answer. sixty thread; but she spent just one d With heightened color and minute buying that and teu minutes lips Miss B. crossed the floor talking about the recent excitement. If he had Not that she knew who the fugitive to her bedroom door. dared . was, or what he had doDe. But he had not dared, apparently. "You see," shivered Miss B., tremulously addressing the dark corner a The room was exactly as she had left moment later, youll really have to it that morning. Miss B. turned then her steps toward the stairway that led go man ! Two reproachful eyes looked out at to the unfinished storeroom above. At the top she paused, and peered Into her. But, my dear lady, Ive just come." the shadowy room before her. On the But theyre looking for you every- floor lay the prostrate figure of a man. A loose board under her feet cracked where ! They are like dogs, for my life. sharply, and the man sprang half 'upIt was a trial shot, but it hit the mark. right. At the sheer terror that leaped You see, If to his eyes Miss B. shuddered and Miss B. winced visibly. I culd Just camp here till dark, drew back. You needn't fear. Its only I," slie went on the man softly, hurrying to faltered timidly and she had meant follow up his advantage. "Till dark here! No, no! shud- to be so stern ! The man, too, shuddered. dered the woman. I must have dropped asleep a . tOt course not, here, under the I thought " he muttered. the man, minute, crawling counter, agreed and e his not He to did his flnigh sentence, and rising from Ids hiding-placfeet ; but in there behind the store. after a moment the woman spoke . . Sure, little wdman, you aint goiu' again, unsteadily. Coin; you must have something to back on be now! Hit before you go." And she led the But I must! You couldnt! You Way down the stairs. off frenzledly, leaping broke run she living- 1 h - . - - - r V ; in a Moorish Street - . 4 Town by the National Geographic Iq order to let donkeys, mules and Washington, D. C.) with their spreading burdens, There is something to be learned horses, by. pass recent the from the swing around Camels have to be unloaded on the circle by the President of France or market-placoutside the soko, to Morocco. visits includes It through Things too heavy to be carMohammedan holy places near which, walls. a few years ago, Christian Infidels ried by a single animal must be transwere not permitted. Smiles of wel- ported by men, and It is no unusual come met this French party where sight to see great stones five and six long slung on poles and borne by formerly all Europeans received scowls feet d Arabs. or worse. It seems that the history a dozen or more In these narrow Btreets the little box-lik-e of Algeria is being repeated and that shops, waist high, give the proper French economic penetration is prov(Prepared Society, e, half-nake- ing a success in this anomalous country, whose Arabic name means the extreme West, but which has harbored more tenaciously than Egypt or Mesopotamia the flavor of the East. Until a decade ago Morocco scorned western civilization and had succeeded in keeping itself at least a millennium and a half behind the times. Moslem fanaticism ran riot. Jews and Christians were treated with a mixture of contempt, suspicion and hostility. Because, as a result of pressure by the European powers, Christians were permitted to own land in Tangier, Moroccans referred to it as a dog town," insisted und one Moslem on leaving it off the map of Morocco. Relatively few Europeans lived in the country outside of Tangier and a few other coast cities; and in some of the towns considered holy, it was as much as a foreigners life was worth to appeaf. The Morocco of today is something of a mixture governsientally. Theoretically it is all under the control of the sultan of Morocco. As a matter of fact, however, the country is divided into three parts still nominally under the sultan. Along the Mediterranean and extending inland for 50 to 100 miles is th narrow zone recognized to be under Spanish influence. A caliph appointed by the sultan is supposed to be in control of this zone, assisted by Spanish officials. The city of Tangier, on the northwestern point of Africa, and a small surrounding district, constitute a special zone in which an International commission assists Moroccan officials. The main portion of Morocco something like s is under a French protectorate which has existed since map-mak- er work-baske- Dark-Haire- . , st of sight. h er, are you Miss Hayden?--Yes- ; Miss B. Hayden. Everyone says Miss B. Well, I wonder. Miss B., if you know what youve done for me today? he asked in a low voice. She stirred restlessly, and raised a Miss LXSXXIXIXXXIXXZZXXXXXXXZZXXXXXXZXZXZXZXXXZXXXXXXXXXX on should have a doctor! you must have a doctor, asserted Mr. Jack. No, no, croaked Miss B. huskily. As If we could have a doctor come here! Besides, theres no one to get him. You cant go for a doctor, and I havent any telephone, you know." Mr. Jack set his lips suddenly Into a B. straight, hard line, whereat Miss hastened to add : I dont need one, anyway. TU bo better in the morning. You will, indeed or there will bo a doctor, retorted the man, savagely, as he bent himself to the task of preparing a flaxseed poultice for Miss B.'s throat and lungs. Miss B. went to bed that night with neither bolt nor lock nor barricading trunk to guard her door. It was all her hot, shaking hands could do to prepare herself for the smooth sheets that felt so cool and restful to her aching limbs. In the room above, Mr. Jack did not go to bed at all, but sat up all night with liis door wide open so that h might hear If fr.om below should come a feeble call. As the night advanced his face became more haggard, and his mouth more sternly set. Long before dawn he crept downstairs and carried back with him a pencil and some paper. After that he wrote busily by the light of his little oil lamp. At six oclock Mr. Jack went downstairs to get breakfast. After a time he tapped at Miss B.s door. There was no answer. ; Miss B., how are you? Still no answer. The man drew in his breath then and held it suspended white he softly turned the knob and pushed open the non-Mosle- nineteen-twentieth- 1912. Has Many Capitals. Morocco is a land of many capitals. The sultan lias palaces in Fez, Tafilelt. Marrakesh (Morocco City) and Rabat, and resides in each from time to time. For some years Tangier was the diplomatic capital where all foreign envoys were resident and where a representative of the sultan also resided. Life and property were too insecure in the interior for foreign envoys to feel safe in the city in which the sultan happened to be living. This situation lias changed since the French protectorate was established and the resi-- a dent general now resides in the city of the sultan, having residences as well in the other capitals. - . From the sea, Tangier is the Arab city of North Africa par excellence, for the ugly dashes of yellow, green and red, with which scattered modern constructions have marred the otherwise glistening whiteness of the native city, are not distinguishable until the steamer lies close In. Being a city of infidels, it, has been visited only on the rarest occasions by the sultan. The traveler from Europe will be struck at once by the total lack 'of n the rumble of city streets, -- for though the uneven thoroughfares are In most parts paved with cobblestones, wheeled vehicles are practically unknown, not only in Tangier, but throughout the empire. The streets are nevertheless crowded with other mesas of transport. So narrow are some of them that at the Balnfc !" Look out 1 one must again hd again spring Into some1 doorway : well-know- ( oriental setting to the whole. In them we see the owner reclining and sedately reading, seemingly oblivious to the stirring scenes around him, until he is disturbed by a purchaser for hi goods, all of which are within arms reach. Fez Once a Paradise. Inland Fez is, of course, different The. golden days of from Tangier. Fez began in the Ninth century and continued till about the Thirteenth. It was then celebrated as a paradise,' Around the city were splendid gardens ot rarest fruits. The soil, watered by a thousand streams, was of extraordinary fertility. Its numerous schools and libraries and its famous university attracted students .even from Eu-- I rope. The climate, its fruits and flowers its fountains and wells, its verdure and beauty, saused the city ta enjoy a reputation unique in Islam. Its glories have departed, but it still boasts of one of the most - sacred mosques of the Mohammedan world, that of Mulal Idress, the Younger, the founder of the kingdom, The sfghts of Fez are its teeming Weeks streets, bazars and markets. can be spent In this interesting city, and yet new and strange scenes be met with at almost any moment. medicine-me- n, Snake-charmer- s, story- tellers, with their gaping crowds, artisans and tradesmen of every description, costumes from the four quarters of Morocco and beyond interest the traveler at every turn. But all is not poetry in Fez. Revolting are the horrible diseases to be seen on every hand. r The residence portion of the city Is strikingly unattractive. One n scarcely believe that he is being taken to call on one of the wealthiest Moors of the city, when he stops in a narrow street, barely five feet wide, Inclosed by high, prison-lik- e windowless walls. These walls are the houses themselves. A masd door will be opened, sive, and in one will be conducted along a tortuous, dingy passage, through several doors, to suddenly emerge Into one of those Inner courts which are the masterpieces of oriental architecture, with Its mosaics, tiles, fountains, colonnades or light Saracenic arches supporting a second gallery nbove, all covered with a profusion of colored and gilded arabesques and pendentives. Almost rivaling these inner conrts in popularity, especially with the women, the flat roofs of the houses must be mentioned. Here during certain hours the men are never expected to appear, for they are then sacred to the women of the families, who resort to them unveiled to enjoy the cooling breezes from the Atlas mountains. The city of Mekinez might be called the monument of Mouley Ismael, the great contemporary of Louis XIV, who even dared sue for the hand of a daughter of the great French king. His mania for building is everywhere in evidence. For miles along the road leading to the quarries to the north great blocks of stone can still be sed& lying, just, ns they fell from the handy of the slaves when they heard that their tyrant sovereign was dead. But a melancholy Interest is attached to thqse great buildings, for it must In retfleifi6re& that hundreds of Chris-thi- n sieves toflfed find died on dim gloomy waffle, Iron-studde- semi-darkne- |