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Show SOUTH CACHE COURIER, HYRUM, UTAH The Red Lock oA Tale of the By DAVID ANDERSON Co. S THE BOUND BOY Three generations ago life on the banks of the Wabash was the life of the frontier of the back-wooof the outposts of civilisation. Life there was 6imple and strenuous. Men were strong emotions and the primitive swayed them. And this is a tale of the days of our grandfathers and of those conditions. David Anderson, a native of this region, knows it as few do. His Blue Moon," which told of the pearl fishers, was a great success. The Red Lock takes up a time a little later when the pearl fishers were giving place to permanent settlers. It is a tale of the Flatwoods. Yes; we have no canal construction in this story. The red , lock is a lock of hair recurring in the generations of the Colins an inheritance from a pirate ancestor who even in those days was regarded as an undesirable citizen. And this red lock played the mischief with any Colin so adorned. So we, have Ken Colin, who ds mysteriously red disappeared, lock and all; Texie, his pretty and loyal sister; Big Jack bound boy who loves Texie, and various pioneer people who are involved in the results of the reappearance of the red lock. Nature lovers and woodsmen will find much here to interest them. For the author is close to natures heart and his pages show his relationship. And Big Jack is an adept in woodcraft, with an efficient eye for an enemys trail and the quickness of the wild animal life of the CHAPTER I The Bound Boy. A girl came out ol the back yard of a edge that had doubtless been transplanted from the deep woods. The girl stooped above the tiny flower bed a friendly spot in its setting of stem rocks; plucked away an obtrusive weed or two; let her sobered coteyes stray back to the tage, across a small orcbard that lay spread at her feet, and out over the rather pretentious farmstead to which the orchard belonged. Pretentious just that ; a promise of comfort and affluence never fulfilled. There was every evidence that the farmstead had been laid out on a scale much more elaborate than was usual In the Flatwoods, but nothing had been finished an attempt that failed; a dream that never came true. Outlined among the weeds and encroaching brambles lay the extensive foundation of the farmhouse, but it had beeu carried little beyond the foundation. A few sills huge squared logs, cut and hewed in the upland woods had been laid. Of the few timbers of the superstructure, some had fallen entirely, others had fallen at one end and hung straining, while even the firmest canted far out of plumb. Back of this creaking skeleton of timbers, and nearer the cliff, stood a mite of a log cabin, rudely constructed, where doubtless a man had housed while dreaming his unfinished dream of house and barns and happy homestead. Rooted beside the door and almost completely covering the cabin, a crimson rambler of many years growth a far wanderer that no surroundings can degrade offered a fragrant suggestion that a woman had shared the dreams of the man. Three horses grazed in the barn lot down near a big elm that stood at the road gate; some geese squatted along the diminutive rivulet leading from the spring; out in the feed lot lolled a bunch of cattle, fine and thrifty as could have been seen the length of the Wabash. The eyes of the girl suddenly waked from brooding; darted to a point a short distance up the cliff; livened. The slouch hat and drab corduroy hunting blouse of a tall young woodsman with an immense spread of shoulder had flitted past a break In the bushes as he sprang down the steep and rugged path that picked its way among the . rocks from the uplands. She was just in time to see him reach up, put his hand on the top rail of the fence and vault over into the bam lot. The girl missed a breath. Few men in the Flatwoods could have made that leap. Down by the big elm at the road gate one of the horses, a powerful gelding, glossy black save for one white lock In his foretop, raised his head; came trotting up the lot. The big woodsman put his arm about the arched neck; laid his face against the glossy mane and stroked the soft nose. Good ol Graylockl he muttered bound r free, t you a mans a man A shadow subdued the bold frankness of his face, as a chance cloud draws across a fair field; he gazed hard at the skeleton of the unfinished farmhousa His roving eye, following the glow of approaching sunset, found the girl upon the rock, her pliant body softly outlined against the silver-gree- n background of the woods. Texie wy I In another moment Jie was racing up the cliff. The girl was waiting for him by the upstanding pinnacle of sandstone, a half sadness In her eyes that gradually subdued the eagerness in his. He laid his big hand on her shoulder; slid It down her arm and gathered her fingers In his great palm. There was not even a twitch of reHe dropped the fingers, sponse. backed away a step and stood studying her. Jack ? Do yu know what day this is? He puzzled to find the answer she doubtless had in mind; finally ventured the only one he could think of Tuesday, May 10th, 1849. You She flared, around at him. know that aint what I mean." The girl pointed to the carved names on the monolith of sandstone. He followed the motion; stepped past her and ran his hand over the three names, lingering an Instant over the middle one. he muttered, "Pore Ken he could a ben anything he wanted to, red-roofe- d . 1 time-blacken- cottage at the passed around a rather tastefully built barn, with Its flanking cribs and pens, crossed the fallow pasture lot in a corner of which it stood, climbed the fence and picked her way up the face of the cliffs that roughly walled the village on three sides, until she stood at last among the jagged and broken pinnacles at the top of Black rock, a lighter speck against the gray green background of the Flatwoods. Away beyond the bend where the placid Wabash lost itself among the hills the sun crawled toward the rim of the West. Pendant above the distant timber line its round splendor, burnished bright by the wonder of May, turned a lingering glance at the serene world. But the girl was not watching the sunset. The splendor of the widespread landscape at her feet was lost on her. Crawling out from under the sunset, halving the village and winding away up the river between cliff and bottom, ran the River road, the one slim artery that connected Buckeye with the great world outside the Flatwoods. The girls eyes were on the road. Far up the riyer twenty miles of gravel and gray sand it led to the city. On clear days she had sometimes made out the hazy whiteness of its roofs and spires the gateway of another world a world that the errant fancies of girlhood peopled with many a wonder. Seven years ago to a day she had stood there and watched the Milford stage carry her brother away to the end of that road through the gateway and out into the great world beyond. The East it swallows up many a man of the West It had swallowed her brother up. It never gave him back. The eyes, grown pensive, turned slowly to the upstanding pinnacle of sandstone, polished smooth by a thousand winds, alive in the bronze glow that struck up from the distant riffle. Three names had been rudely carved there, one above the other, so long ago that storm and frost had begun to obliterate them. The giri picked up a piece of ragged shale and vith a sharp corner scraped clean each knife stroke, till the three names stood out clear as the day they were first carved there: KEN TEXIE JACK She dropped the piece of shale; thoughtfully passed her fingers over the names and glanced down at the foot of the upstanding pinnacle. In a sheltered pocket of the great rock, where only the tempered rays of the amost sun could strike it, The girls eyes flinched and turned lay a tiny bed of leaf mold set with to the dim frayed end of the back of clumps yellow orchids not yet abloom lady slip- road ; the man stood silent pers, in the quaint and expressive Seven years ago tday, she mused, Vernacular of the Wabash country yon and me stood up here on Black red-roofe- d ing Powder you use. You must use a heaping spoonful of many brands because they don't contain as much leavening strength as Flatwoods Author of The Blue Moon Copyright by The Bobbs-Merri- it depends on the Bak- m of Buckeye, wind-staggere- dim-spir- d rock and watched the Milford stage haul im away off yonder to the city, The Economy BAIWVG POWDER and out In the big world V college, and then we cut them names BSSt are necLevel spoonfuls are all She paused. He seemed to feel that BT TEST an answer was expected of him, but it CALUMET when use essary you made none. makes more bakings which means a real Two years we got letters wondersaving on bake day ful ones at first. I low you aint ffrgot how we use t come up here 2 you and me and read em. Sh much spoke more to herself than to him. Then the letters got fewer and farther btween, till finly they got s tri flin - ther wasnt no satisfaction la gittin em. Then, yu know, that terrible one THE WORLDS GREATEST come from the president of the colBAKINQ POWDER n lege, tellin how awful Ken was on, and advisin father t take 'Im home. But he never come, and a Few facts are interesting enough Lets be thankful for the privilege little while afterwards the president hence exaggeration. of being on earth. writ another letter, tellin how Ken had killed a man and run away from Cuticura Soap for the Complexion. DYE FADED WOMEN! school, leavin all them debts. That Nothing better than- Cuticura Soap THINGS NEW AGAIN was five years ago and the last we daily and Ointment now. and then as ever h eard " needed to make the complexion clear, or Tint Any Worn, Shabby Garscalp clean and hands soft, and white. Dye ment or Drapery. Is It curious and interesting how Add to this the fascinating, fragrant some of the greatest names of the Cuticura Talcum, and you have the race have lodged, like Cuticura Toilet Trio. Advertisement river drift, along the byways and waA pessimist is a man with liver spots terways of what was once the great American woods. on his disposition. Ken, Texie, Jack the first two Colins ; the third a Warhope names that Each package of Diamond CASCARETS FOR LIVER have been spread wide on English hiscontains directions so simple Dyes AND BOWELS IOC A BOX tory. And of the two ancient famthat any woman can dye or tint any no existed strain ilies, probably purer old, worn, faded thing new, even if g Cures Biliousness, Constipation, Sick she has never dyed before. Choose than the thread that had found lodgment here in this Headache, Indigestion. Drug stores. Adv any color at drug store. corner of the earth the great Flatwoods that seventy years ago Some Driver. stretched for many an unbroken mile It sometimes seems as if a man with Are you a good driver? a good disposition likes to be imposed along the north bank of the upper Motor, golf, charity, pile or slave? Wabash. on. Philadelphia Record. The man swept a hand toward the distant end of the road. The girl glanced at him. Ten more days there was a strained firmness in his voice, as If what he was about to say came hard to him and Jm ridln out yonder that times as that as ofany other Sales brand car-ryi- - Anglo-Saxo- n 15-ce- nt far-flun- mself. He felt her eyes upon him. This Is Ten more, he went on. the tenth of May. When its the and twentieth, Ill' be twenty-on- e free. Ten more I ben countin em. A deep seriousness clouded his face; he stared down at the warped skeleton of the unfinished farmhouse; The girl fumbled the bit of ribbon at her waist. My father dreamed that dream, he went on. Bfore it could come true, the Seminoles bolted their reservation and he dropped everything and rushed away to the head of the rangers. You know how he fell at Okechobee." He paused a moment ; gripped his hat and went on. Mother never saw a well day no more. You know how she lingered along down there under the rose vine till I was twelve. When she died, it was found out Pap Simon had a morgage on everything. He foreclosed ; had me bound out to im ; and " The girl stole a look at his face. It was so hard and bitter that she dared not venture a word. And what word could alter the stern fact that he was a bound boy bound out to her own - father? 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