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Show UINTAH BASIN RECORD & mim “When the kid’s good?” The guide ope is he shrugged any again, : “Can’t prove it by me. He’s never been in this country before; He’s been with me, drunk every day. Looks like he’d be here until his money plays out, and he’s got quite a roll.” “Well!” Steve began pulling on his damp shirt. Old Jim Flynn in a pinch! And physically helpless and financially handicapped. This, while he had been reared to believe that GR enterprise he had He was cleaned out; ics? his men had been paid not a dollar had remained. He had not even been able to buy himself a new outfit to start this aimless journey. Cleaned _ out, yes, but he owed no man, ‘he had learned many things, and was still young. He was just drifting through the country, vaguely headed for some other territory than that which had rendered him ill fortune, alert for whatever might turn up; perhaps a little impatient for action, now that he had _ had a fortnight of solitude to musHe rounded a -jutting point and stopped paddling abruptly, for beyond him he saw a tent and a group of men. They came down to the eaters edge and one called out: “Hi, chum, comin’ ashore?” “Hadn’t figured on it.” He was close enough to see that . this obviously was a party of city men and a guide. It was the guide, a short, wiry man, who had hailed. “Have you got any extra salt?” “A little. Need some?” “Yes, we’re—” . “Need some?” another — in. “Need it? Ever been out of salt for three days? Say, I wanna know, have you?” for half walked up the rise toward the tent. The guide and Steve exchanged significant glances. “Idle rich?’ Steve asked. “Idle, anyhow. Thrun a fit cause th’ flapjacks didn’t have salt. Beats - h—1 how folks gits pamper Better come up and dry.” Steve Stripped his had and shirt emerged “Now, just was when gotten’ himself wringing out the drunken from the tent. say, Buddy, what lad we owe you?” he demanded. “Nothin’? Th’ h—l we don’t! ‘That salt’s worth its weight in gold, ’nd a whole lot more.” Drake again protested and his firmness gan to turned balked the other who be- nod with narrowed eyes, reto the tent and reappeared _.. “with a bottle of Me a anda clean ‘\pack-sack.. “Now, first you ‘gotta have a drink, fella. Then, from looks your - he could accomplish by go- to think of aiding a figure of Jim “I got no authority, Wartin,” McNally made answer, “to do anything excepten what I’m doin’. If you boys quit, it puts Old Jim right in a hole. It ain’t any seeret that this pulp operation’s all that’s. keepin’ his chin above water. Should it stop, he’ll sink: be busted wide However, he saw no evidence of woods operations for some time. He threaded an old beayer meadow and after a short interval the thick stands of swamp timber opened to reveal browned slash with pulp bolts ranked in piles through it. ‘Buildings were there, too, but although it was the supper hour no smoke ascended from their stovepipe chimneys. A dog barked and ai another joined, and in the doorway of a tar-paper peared. Steve shanty shoved a man aphis canoe | against the bark littered dump and waited as the man came toward him, hobbling on _ crutches ‘fashioned from birch saplings, and one foot, wrapped in many yards of soiled rags, was held gingerly forward. “Bon jour!” the man called. “Hullo, Louie! This Jim Flynn’s?” “Oui! Oui! Jeem Flynn. Yah. Sure!” _ “How far “Oh, man * headquarters?” te say mile-two Beeg “But we’ve waited,” Wartin protested, as if on the defensive. “We've waited for Young Jim to come. Don’t you see, Mac, that we’ve done our part?” He spread his hands peal for understanding Franz swung as if in apand at that himself to the floor and spoke. “I’m only an outsider in this deal,” he said, looking hard at McNally, “but since I’ve been is broke, just so much “And, McNally, you keep ‘stalling and asking ’em to wait until Young Steve grinned. “Let’s see, now. You put to- “Ah! ’ow bettair, long sure! by here, Maak eh? from me Da’s bet- ter talk, ’ow long, eh? I tell you, mistair yo’ng man, if she go by woods, she not so ve-ry dam’ long; if she go by revair an’ she come very fas’, you mabby maak headquart’ bye’n’-bye aftair dark, eh?” “Where’s everybody? Just you and the dogs?” “Oui! Bye-’n’-bye all mans she go headquart’, Two, t’ree half-hour ago. declared “Oh, the one, he’s got and the WAY To STOP A COLD so oth- er rejoined, “Faith, he has. I’m thin and you're thin, but he’s thinner than both of us put together.” Anecdotes of the mixed Motedtiors of Sir Boyle Roche, member of the Irish parliament, are legion in number. “Mr. Speaker,” he declared on one occasion, ‘it is the duty of every true lover of his country to give his last guinea to.save the remainder of his fortunes.” Again, he said that: “Single misfortunes never come alone, and the greatest of nature’s’ calamities is generally fol- lowed by one much greater.” Take. Tablets To him —with a Young sneer, Jim “Any Repeat string haywire?” ’nd run he asked next winter, but That is, they say it was Franz, but I know him ’nd know he never had a dime of his own, More ’n likely he’s just doin’ the dirty work for the Bensons, who own the land up to Old Jim and who'd like to get their paws on pack-sack, you could use ’nother, Take thish. It’s extra. Not been his Good-Bye used once. Small token our ’ppreciation.” Steve looked at the pack. It was of white duck, stoutly made. 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T’ll tell you the stories they tell about him. He’s a drunken bum; a worthless punk, son A Be work for less than’s ene of a rich man, as unreliable as a_ pet wolf, and that’s the kind of a boss you’re asked to hang on and wait for and Tablets in a'ha'f glass of water and gargle according to cikertes in tm Conoco your rightful due until he gets here!” Men nodded. Franz saw that he was swinging them. He gestured and went on. Bronze” 3 “He may never show up and maybe that’s just what his father figures: that he isn’t supposed to show up here! Oh, there’s a lot of bunk sharply. when I went in for booze for these dudes last week I heerd a feller named Franz had _ his right-of-way sewed up. treatment Almost Instant Relief i in This Way us??? All mans get mad for h—l so go spread about Old Jim Flynn! I’m by headquart’.” | here to tell you that the old devil The guide shrugged. “I dunno _} has traded on sympathy for years! “Mad, eh? What’s the row?” much. It’s a scrap amongst th’ big At heart he’s a d—d black skunk, “I tell you, meestair yo’ng man: guns, I guess; either that, or a lot we poor work mans; we chop, saw, Old Jim Flynn is!” of bad luck comin’ to Old Jim, which all tam, all day; maak tree go fall, In the doorway, a_ threatened it does now ’nd then to lots of log- maak work lak h—l. Meestair Thorpe stir. Steve Drake felt the skin gers. He’s cleaned out down be- he die jus’ almos’ we work mans along his spine commence to crawl.. low, they say. Lost two mills and ask heem more money. Meestair He waited, though, watching the a good many years’ cut on a mort- Yo’ng Jeem, she no come by Goodfaces of those men nearest him; gage. All he’s got now’s the Good- Bye. We say, McNally, you pay this was no moment to go off halfBye stuff. | more money. Oui! You pay more cocked and if some other, known “It’s fine hardwood and if he can money all-same odder work mans to that gathering, could and would get swingin’ in time he’ll prob’ly odder jobs maak.. McNally, he say turn the tide that would be better. make a go of it. There’s some not’ings! She keep say not’ings. “Old Jim Flynn!” Franz cried swamp stuff and this spring he put ‘We all go, good, firs’-class work again. “You’ve been brought up to in a pulpwood camp ’nd they’re mans an’ say tonight, McNally da’s think of him as a little tin god. And drivin’ it down th’ river. Same time, no good. We got for have more what’s he been showed up as? A he starts puttin’ in his railroad, money sure t’ing! We maak more crook, doesn’t it. look like? A d—d, plannin’ to put up a) mill in Shoe- money tomorrow or we quit. What double-crossing snake who—” gone If throat is sore, crush and dissolve 3 Bayer Aspirin Drink full glass of water. Aspirin urs. also is attributed the gem: “Why should we do anything for posterity? What has posterity, ever done for But Sir Boyle’s unparalleled genius reached its apex in his denunciation of the French Jacobins: “Mr. Speaker, if we once permitted the villainous French to meddle with the buttresses and walls of our ancient constitution, they would never stop nor stay, sir, until they brought the foundation stones tumbling down upon the ears of the nation.. If those Gallican villains should invade us, *tis on that table, maybe, those honorable members might .see their own destinies lying in heaps atop of one another. Here, perhaps, sir, the mur- Bayer more reason Jim shows up. gether enough mile-two’s and it’ll make a long drag. Try this: How long’ll it take me, Louie?” : of a friend. for these men to be certain of jobs at a fair wage either here or somewhere else. If other companies are paying more than Flynn is you can’t expect a working man to get soft hearted and go on working -for charity. more from here by rock dam. Rock dam, she mile-two by here if go ve-ry Oui!” thin,” dragged into it I might as well speak my piece. What’s been said about Old Jim Flynn and its being too bad he’s smashed up is. all true enough. But there’s another side to this: the men’s side. If Flynn point. Beeg point mile-two odder side by head lac. Head lac mile-two fast, ness ot to now, De OE What then was .. open. <A lot of you’ve worked for him for years; you’ve found him “No; this is new country to me.” out to help a lion. . . . His self- - fair and square and willin’ to do a smile died when he bit more ’n anybody else does in “Ever hear of th’ Jim Flynns, old conscious thought of the old fable. Once upon the way of pay. ‘nd young?” Steve, wringing out a pants leg, a time, anyhow, a mouse gave aid “As for what Mid-Western pays,” relaxed the tension and gave a to a dion, 6+} %4 glancing again at Franz in open startled “Huh!” ' He came to a small clearing es dislike—“seems to me it’s funny “Sure you have. Well, that’s Old ‘side the river. On a bench built of you'll take for truth what’s said Jim’s get: Young Jim Flynn.” saplings stood a nest, of buckets, two about an outfit that’s a hundred “Well, I'll be d—d!” hand water pumpers, axes and miles away. Looks funny to me!” “Yeah. So will he, likely, if his Shovels. Above was a sign, faded Franz let his lip twist into a dad ever gets up. Dam’ shame, y’ black on a white background: queer smile. know, for a young feller to carry “POLARIS FOREST PRODUCTS oc “But that’s all I can ‘tell you: I FIRE TOOL CACHE.” on like he does. He’s supposed to got no right to give you more and And on the corners was stenciled that I think it’s a dam’ shame that the same five-pointed, black star you'll threaten’ to hit a man who’s which branded the flap of his new down on his back iE more ways than pack-sack: one!” “What’s this about the Flynn job thish?” Steve laughed them away, telling the insistent purchaser to help himself, and‘the three, bearing the salt can as if it were a great treasure, and Flynn’s proportion in the forest industries was like a mouse setting Clearly this Speaker, a tall, handsome youth, was well on his way toward drunkenness, Steve turned toward ‘hem “A@er “Hi, Chum, Comin’ Ashore?” three days you should be used to be down at Good-Bye, where the it,” he remarked, grinning. _ “Where’d you get that You stuff? Flynns are in trouble. Thorpe, who Who’n h—!I wants to not notice it? was runnin’ the job, died a month Old Jim got jammed up and Say, buddy, you just show us some | ago. ‘his daughter maybe lost her eyes in salt and name the price!” an accident when the old man was Steve let the ‘canoe beach gently. “If itll help you any, I’ll split,” goin’ to a train to start up here. Smashed his hip and he’s out for he said, rising. — They gathered close with | an months, the kid says. “Old McNally’s the best thing for eagerness which was good evidence |. a boss they’ve got and he’s no good, of their salt hunger. Steve opened job’s: all gone to h—1l and they his torn and weather-rotted packsend this kid up to keep her goin’. sack and drew out a tin can. Does he show up at Good-Bye? He “There, Help yourselves.” He comes. north of it, “What’s it. worth?’ the chief does not! _ Spokesman demanded. “Name a brings these here bloodsuckers with price, old party! We're rotten rich him, hires me ’nd seems like he plans to spend the summer drinkin’.” so long’s th’ jack holds out.” “Well, I’m d—d!” said Steve “Take what you want; that’s all again, old memories surging in him, right.” So this was Old Jim’s son! “A’ right, h—l! How much you ‘want father, pretty hot when he don’t have his way when he’s tight. Know who he is?’—cautiously. ter his scattered forces. Pat Mentholatum in the nostrils to relieve © - conéestion and clear | the Preteen 8—— es | 34 up as the net result of the ah etek: marked first business tackled. weakling gets ’nd unintentionally. Post. ining BNL things: a handicapped boyhood, a duty well done, a father who was now only a memory, and a disaster his think of him as -he scotched and broken. . ing to Good-Bye he did not know, and he laughed at himself when he considered that. For such as he He sure’s: generous world—even _ HERE’s THAT QUICK Secret, but a fact. We’re away behin’.... Way behin’. . He drank lingeringly.and_ then, apparently dismissing the guest from his mind, turned back to the tent. : “Better. take the sack,” the guide said with a chuckle. “Save trou- ble. the —Washington iy. many ain’t. in However, the Irish statesman was an “Irish bull.” The phrase. long not the fool he sometimes pretended ago passed into literature and has to be. He used his skill to ridicule constant. repetition. Yet the fact of politics of which he disapproved, and to render service to Jim Flynn, the matter is that the people of Brin it was an abundantly efficient device They were rough men, in are no more addicted to such mis- for that purpose. Should opportunity arise, was the counter. the clothing of woods laborers. They first obligation! takes than other races. Indeed, critBut the unnamed Birmingham lawstood listening intently to the short, ies repeatedly have noticed that the | “How do you get across Se the yer had no such strategie objective stocky one who stood in the center average Irishman is a good deal of Good-Bye?” he asked.. in mind when he uttered the famous an artist-in his management of lan- appeal “Well, it’s a long drag; a long, confronting another who with arms to the jury which began: slowly, eyeing the guage, and it has been said that nohard day. You start here. .. .” folded chewed “Gentlemen, it will be for you to dewhere else in Europe is it possible to cide whether the defendant shall be And with a twig he scratched a speaker with a harried look. “That’s the story, McNally,” the find a more vigorous or picturesque crude map in the sand. allowed to come into court with unstocky map said as if summing up. folk-speech than in“the Hmerald isle, “Having a pack-sack that'll hold “It’s more money right away or where the influence of the poetry of blushing footsteps, with a cloak of something’l] be a help on the earhypocrisy in his mouth, and draw we'll hit the grade. We put it up. Gaelic still survives. ries,” Drake remarked when he had three bullocks out of my _ client’s to Thorpe and he stalled us. ‘Then, ‘But .no one will care to deny that pocket with impunity.” His performthe lay of the land in his head. because he died, we hung on waitin’. some of the best “bulls” current in “You goin’ that way?” ance demonstrated that the “bull’’ is -|for Young Jim to show up. . ‘|modern times have been of Irish “Likely.” ot an exclusively Irish ecaetion “Well, Young Jim ain’t showed. origin. There is the classic about “Well, if you see McNally, better And the Scots, tee, are not immune You’re the only one who has any the two gentlemen, who, fancying not mention anything about Young say around here. We got it from that they were acquainted, crossed Jim bein’ here. He’s got to be hanFranz that the Mid-Western folks the street to shake hands. On disdled careful, this kid. Ill taper are payin’ another quarter a cord, covering their error, one cried: ‘TI him off and get him on his feet and if they are, Polaris can, or else beg your pardon,” and the other rewhen he’s had. his belly full of get along without this crew.” narked: “Oh, don’t mention it. It’s bender.” : The one addressed as McNally, a mutual mistake. You see, I Steve frowned as he paddled. It on the mention of the name Franz, thought it was you, and you thought was not pleasant to think of how turned an irate stare toward a tall, it was me, and really it was neither Old Jim had warmed him with the Strapping young man who sat on of us.” warmth of his own body, and how the counter, one knee clasped in his And a- second is cited concerning generous the man had been with great hands. two men who were discussing the ill- ASGS years—were We in There’s some Jeem Flynn do when work mans quit, eh?” He beamed. Steve, however, frowned, The manner of the Frenchman’s recital presented a phase of humor, yes, but the situation which it revealed, coupled with. what he had learned from the guide that forenoon, was not a light one. “Do I get it straight: you boys are going to quit unless you get more money right away?” “Oui! Oui! Da’s right, meestair yong man!”—in high delight -at having conveyed complete understanding, The stir in the doorway developed this time. Steve Drake shouldered his way roughly through the onlookers who had stood in front of him, angered breath quick in his throat. He time who ther was thinking that now was the to render service to the man had served him and his faso well; that this opportunity » the party. us 5 hind—in “Lucky to Spe © and it was a tall, Drake who loafed into that jewel of a lake, paddie across his knees, “Gee!” he breathed. “A new world . .. a new life coming!” ' He dipped his paddle and smiled - somberly. A new world; new in freshness, : surely; a new part of the world to Steve, too. And a new life was epening before him, he felt. Be- table ys day brought tender _ flesh, bronzed Steve that ed HU ods that body heads upon the face!” + oN since to is called keep a more Flynn’s back i decades undiscovcontradic- customarily all an’ i ete a two curious and “ridiculous at VARIA a bit Jim comfort a then; to Steve. a tion in terms” promises 4 ‘Language, it would: seem, is a: tricky affair. It. should be handled with care. But if, now and again,a really humorous error is made, it ; may help if it is remembered that it | . is good to prompt innocent laughter of. For some ered reason no them.” : 2 a and when Cle decades, emphatically “All right. Fine of you. Thanks.” “Now fer a li’l drink.” Drake took the bottle, eiluted, and touched it to his lips. ~“Gwan! Take a drink, man!” ‘Thanks, that’s plenty. I’m reasonably well caught up in my year’s drinking.” The other grinned. shadows make Among Historic “Bulls” That Have Added to the Gayety _ of Nations, Those of Sir Boyle Roche Are : _ Probably Best Remembered. Th hue! i 7 WO ded II The that a Glasgow attorney once said: to his clerk: “Instead o’ takin’ pledges ye’re always breakin’, ye’d better ee CHAPTER light. ze it is recérdéa a okay a blizzard of men moved against this and in the silence the sound of a voice, lifted in sustained and zopin talk, could be heard. Drake walked forward. This was a store building. Men lined one: wall and lounged against the rough for Jnaaetey gers” from smear accident! eer rescued by Jim Flynn, big timber operator, whom Drake has robbed. Flyrn forgives the theft, giving Drake another chance, and the father, until his death, impresses on the boy, Steve, the debt they owe “Old Jim.” Steve pulled it out, turned the craft over and slipping one arm through a strap of his pack looked about. Several buildings lined the shore and from the largest came a the LSet is the flap, initials and a ae were branded in black. “Why, that thing’s Be a barrel of salt! +I can’t take it.” ~~ “Try ’nd not, then! Just you try ‘nd not take it, party, ‘nd get your dam’ block knocked loose.” The guide, though grinning, nod- his four-year- | Laughable Mixed Metaphors to of son, with . 3 pee old Drake, .. Humfem - Atthe Sign of the Red Triangle ... _ Baseball weather the year desl if you use Chtibed Probe Gasoline! Cold motors these frosty motnings only demon- _ strate the surprising ease of starting that Conoco Bronze gives. According to thousands of enthusiastic usets—Conoco Bronze gives also, to a greater extent than all others, lightning pick-up, long mileage, smoother operation, mote power and high anti-knock qualities. No premium price is added for these premium qualities. to show his sense of obligation was. a gift of the gods, that in another half hour he might have been too late to call this man to account for his cowardly tirade. (TO BE CONTINUED.) ONZEE GASOLINE INSTANT ‘STARTING— peers ete ne on ee ge pa ot de ii: Fes Geta fie Tony Pe book of these eighteentadvertisements. Goto any Conoco’ Station or dealer, who will give you a postpaid, self-addressed postcard. You will receive this large book of soreicing advertising illustrations oe Senate HIGH TEST ais SYN OPSIS Stephen .. Sa SERVICE Copyright? Bye = Harald Jitus ~ Lis g séey. beach. -Old Jim’s kept him pretty close. Likely he don’t count much on him. He’s two weeks overdue at Good- Bye now. “I Well, slong, Louie!” Steve started down-stream with no further delay. Within an hour his canoe grated to rest on a sandy ~ |