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Show UINTAH BASIN RECORD guard. Where his own safety was concerned he would have laughed you turned him down. Think o’ that! An old iman, laid up wit) at any menace Franz might present, smashed bones, his back to the wall but more than his personal and was at stake, now. He safety you turned. him down... the ‘recall how gentle he always was hopes of Old Jim Flynn ‘in ‘his with kids. I should think they’d pocket and until he had it safely break their necks to do things for a i CHAPTER like it, finally. Mr. “It the . “Ut's been a burden, in a way, holdin’ this property. Ut might reIfeve 'n old heart to hae money out at intrust instead. ... I'm a-wonderin’ if yer father’d be in a position to buy. He spoke on ut once but I’d hae none o’ ut then.” “Polaris can and will buy at any time, Mr. Mereale: ” ‘Steve said i¢ calnly. “ey all, ‘ut’s: a harrd Accaioh to make,” with a twist of his head. “I would nae sell ’t all. I’d hold a section or two fer mysel’. But come. «+» We will look. on th’ Ut’s no matter to turn o’ a moment.” He led the way outside and as ‘they went along slowly Drake was checking the against cruiser’s which hig report reposed memory on this with stand in the safe at Good- Bye. Three hundred and twenty thousand, McNally had said, was the price of Old Jim’s offer. Once the Laird said: “Yer not _. alone in. wantin’ to buy. Young “Franz, a faithful lad, ’s been wantin’ ut. Had he taken yer grand troot, noo, ut might be him I’d be talkin’ wi’ today. Mind, I’m not sayin’ I'll sell to yer father yet. I’m considerin’ only. . . .” Thrice . Walk he were he he might bility of When they reached the house again the Laird dropped heavily into “Right a chair, more wearied with the ¥ sense of age that had come upon : “him than by the physical exertion. - He listened to Steve tell him frankly of the Polaris predicament. Steve knew, from what Kate had writfen, that this purchase could be financed; he knew, as well, that to possessit was the only way out for - Polaris. So much hung fn the balance that placid summer afternoon!. Suddenly the Laird sat erect.” “You're authorized to peererent Polaris?” he asked, Steve did not hesitate: “I am representing the company,” he said.. “Three hundred ‘nd fufty thousand dollars, then, me to hold out So th’ section my buildin’s stand on.” Drake calculated quickly. That Th’ more than old James !” “And the how badly A heavy best. .Th’ only terms? I’ve Polaris down offer, told you might make {t impossible to take you up at once.” — « The Laird nodded. “Twenty-five thousand doen; fufty thousand in six months; th’ balance in one wi’ intrust ’t six per cent.” must be here, in. 'nd on time... . and walked to a desk, fumbling for paper and pen. From a.book.the old man copied the descriptions, muttering that it would all be legal and regular and that the down payment must be delivered on the hour. “Mind that, iad: th’ hoor!” Down by the river voices sounded and Steve, looking through the window, saw Franz there, sitting in his obvious place for one to leave the river and take to his legs for transport. To run the white of course, would cut miles from the journey but the risk of tragie disaster was great. He speculated as he~ speeded along, trying to put himself in Franz’s position, trying to reason as Franz would reason. When he reached his decision he commenced to smile with tongue in cheek. He relaxed his paddling and chuckled and sat back, drifting with the current. He could hear the grumble of -the treacherous water below, and ran his canoe into a shallows where it was screened by overhanging alders and waited, looking backward. ' Of course, Franz might not do what Steve expected of him, but he was proceeding on the belief that to plock the recording of that can do The cedar rushed at him. would let the canoe shoot on. Wriggling, ‘kicking, he let it go and grasped living wood and with a heave swung himself sideways and up, until he lay along the bole, panting furiously. He could see his canoe, tossing like a chip, enter the first white OF THE STORY the Jim” an debt they Flynn, owe his accident in “Old Jim.” Kate, Twenty son, benefactor’s which his Sent years by daughter, | Old later, Steve Jim, meets incapacitated is temporarily ters. He finds Franz plotting against blinded, away and escapes from Mary a find ship the trap with exhibiting Young ions, Wolf, death evidence, Jim and of MacDonald, Young of timber nothing but a holstered weapon. “Until. a few hours ago you had me partly stopped. Now, squawk all you please about set- guns! You’ve no evidence!” — “What d’you mean by that?’ “Never mind. Just try to get any evidence on me for anything, now, and see how far you'll get! Just be- cause you’ve gotten don’t up think by hold of an op- you’ve its pulled Po- boot-straps! Not you—” He broke short as the Laird opened the door, bearing in both hands the precious jug, ‘Steve thought for a moment that Franz was only awaiting a chance to go on and unmask him before the Seot and he was prepared to meet any such move with an admission of the truth. The option was made out to the company, to no individual, and he would claim rightful possession of it no But Franz. matter said what no came. more and Drake put this down to the other’s knowledge of MacDonald, his whims and moods. Likely Franz did not dare, in this mellow moment, wield the club he held. They drank together and Steve folded the document, slipping it into his. breast. pocket. “The time is none too long now, Mr. MacDonald,” he said, bound to leave before any complications arose. “I'll have to be on my way, now. This means a lot of quick canoe, talking with one of MacDon- work in Chicago.” “Ay. Seven days, James. ... ald’s Indians. ... Franz! He was "Nd 'twus a grand troot, a grand, getting out, now, asking a question, bonny troot.” glancing at the house, The old man did not rise, as The pen scratched on so slowly. ' Steve picked up his hat. ... Kranz was. starting up the trail. “T’l] see you, I trust, on the sev. The pen stopped. ~The Laird| enth day, sir. My thanks for your leaned back, reading what he had hospitality.” written, moving his lips as he read. With no more farewell, except a “*Nd noo,” the old man said, dipcurt nod to Franz, he left them and “Noo fer th’ ping the pen again. | strode down ‘to the river. signature which binds ut!” The option in his pocket was a A scuff on gravel outside; a foot-| fait at the threshold. Slowly the warm, living weight against his pen point traced the letters and as| breast, a charge to keep, a trust to as if and he CHAPTER LafFane’s wanted to VII rere into the rushing maw of the river went Franz. Spray lashed his face, the canoe bucked and reared like a frightened living creature. He shot’ between protruding boulders with scarcely a hand’s breadth to spare and straightened out for the run down a stretch that was white ae cliff to cliff. He was forced to work frantically to keep himself in shallows because protruding rocks were so thick outside that no craft could thread them. For a long moment it seemed as though the pull of the river >. SS x LEE ‘ Lp Down Into the Rushing River Went Maw of the Franz. would defy his efforts and that the canoe surely must capsize, but he put into the paddle every energy of his splendid body, and he won. Won-by inches: de was-in safe water. At the foot of. the eabia a big eddy swirled monotonously. AS Franz came abreast the eddy, his jaw because. along dropped edge, beside a its out- half-submerged log, floated a heavily listed, waterweighted canoe. He altered his course and went close, saw the shattered bottom where a rock had impaled the water-weighted craft, observed the Polaris star branded on the bow and let a long breath slip through his lips. ‘yreath it seemed he had enjoyed ‘inee he first stepped into the store dare of he has Franz not act. Steve the youth “sobering.” land the death LaFane to his compan- wins need, abusing, impersona- sends from Steve the Flynns been Drake’s of setting by the friend- his angling water and disappear around the sharp bend. So much accomplished! Now, he turned his face up-stream. Franz was approaching, making in toward Even at the distance he could detect Franz’s bewilderment. A moment before he had had Drake in sight. The only place he could have left the river was at that trail; leaving it, he could not have failed to leave signs, Hasy! Franz evidently made up his mind. He stepped into his canoe again and started down the current, Balancing gingerly, Drake worked his way toward shore and ran along the ledge to the trail, feeling his breast pocket to be certain that the precious paper was still there, * * * % * * s The sun was sinking into the forest beyond LaFane’s meager camp, LaFane himself lounged beside the fire, smoking indolently. Young Jim Flynn sat with his back against a tree, glowering. “Going to starve me next?” he blurted. The other shook his head. “No. Whatever is done to you, you do. Within limits, that is. You’re sober, now; you’ve been sober most of a week, There’s a little rifle yonder. In this birch sits a grouse. If you weren’t ashamed to show how 1} shaky you still are you’d try to get | him because you’re hungry. When you are able to take your living from the country, we'll feed. Not before. I can stand it longer than you can.” After a time he said: “’'m glad you’re ashamed.” “Go to h—1l!” LaFane smoked on. “He was depending on you and| an act. news ee well?’ asked figures prove its extent. net; watching he made lose, very—” “For the love of God, won't you please let up?” ‘his tone at me, was he then squirted If you hate me, noted the nitro-celluthrough tiny But not tion and scenic beauties of the Wisvalley impressed the poet so that he gave of the region a vivid deseripin a sketch with himself as the narrator. the French allow him government to MOTHERS, DAUGHTERS | would manufacture, be- Keralis cause his silk was highly inflammable. For five years he worked to remove this danger. Then followed two years of experiments to, overcome production difficulties, but by 1891 artificial silk was being made, Today its manufacture is one of our greatest industries——London Tit-Bits. regularity, a ASSAYERS of D. the Philosophical society Oxford conferred the de- C. 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The job waiting is not one for (TO BE 1844 the sahickon as ented this process, GENUINE _ ASPIRIN at me... That’s right; And lis-. ten to this: It was.all you had left, your sense of the decent thing. It almost got away but you hung to it. You’ve got it, now; it’s yours; for keeps. lived sleep said more gentle. Poe It Means the REAL ARTICLE ed son,”-he Allan SEE THIS CROSS Latane, Henest appeal was in both and gesture. Tears showed eyes and his breath caught. For an. interval the older watched him. Then he walked He put a hand on the boy’s der and gripped it tightly. “Look silkworms, cellulose, which that to In 1891 the way they made their silk, and tried to imitate the process artificially. Using the pulp of mulberry trees, in your shape, .who’s done to himself and his father what you have expect. more total production of the new wonder fabric was about 30,000 pounds, Today it is in the region of 500,000,000 pounds. -Like most great inventions, artificial silk was brought about by strokes of luck, and much patient ‘work on the part of several men over a period of years. ’ It was some children making chains of cherry stones by rubbing out fibers from the stones on a grindstone who gave a German weaver the idea of the mechanicel production of wood pulp. Today wood pulp is the origin of viscose artificial silk, for your stockings really come from trees. The invention of guncotten, or, to give it the scientific name, nitro-cellulose, was. another step towards artificial silk, fifteen years later. Then Count Hilaire de Chardon- “No,”—shortly. “{ heard you rolling around.A boy See is to build of the registration of the first patent ee LaFane world-famous of a process for producing artificial silk on a commercial scale. In those fifty years a revolution in clothes has taken place. The output : RE the artificial silk factories in Lancashire comes at an appropriate time, for this year is the fiftieth anniversary consideration, done, that of Courtauld ut Good-Bye and picked up the rage hurled by Old Jim Flynn’s enemies, he walked down to the telegraph office. Franz thwarted, might try for vengeance, now, but all he could do would be to harm Steve Drake’s body, and that was a trifling “Sleep morning. Edgar The tale, entitled “Morning on the Wissahickon,” reveals Poe drifting When it comes to “getting your a tail and some other little appendin a skiff upon the surface of the own back,” the paint brush may easily ages, to Mr, Hare, the famous wildstream during a sultry summer day. prove mightier than the pen. beast man; Mr. H. having given that In half slumber he lets his imagiOur great artists nowadays sel- gentleman a conditional promise of nation conjure up visions of the Wis« _ dom descend to “personalities” in it for an exhibition picture on his sahickon of Indian days, “when pic lordship’s refusal.” their paintings, but this was a comnies were undreamed of.” mon trick among even-the first-rank The money was promptly paid and The picture is in striking contrast men not so long ago, the picture removed. to the popular conception of the haifWhile engaged upon his picture, For instance, that eccentric genius, starved unhappy genius. who wrote Whistler, never hesitated to use all “The Taking of Souza,’ Horace Ver: such morbid works as “The Raven” net received a call from a member, his powers for “getting his own and “The Murders in the Rue now deceased, of the Rothschild fam- ‘Morgue,” while living at 530 North back.” He was admittedly an adept in “the gentle art of making ene- ily, who asked him what he would Seventh street, where the one hunUpon mies,” and his resentment at real or charge to paint his portrait. dred and twenty-fifth anniversary of fancied insult took at times a fan- being informed that £3,000 was the his birthday was recently celebrated tastiec form. On one occasion he figure, he cried angrily: at a brilliant gathering of writers “Nonsense! I won’t pay such a quarreled with the gentleman for and other no ables. The Tt occasion whom he had painted the famous, ridiculous price.” also marked tl.4 opening of the Poe — “Peacock Room,” and took his re“Very well,” replied the artist. house as a shrire to his memory, venge by painting a life-size portrait, . “Some day I will make a portrait of Extolling the beeuties of the Wisyou for nothing.” ‘of him as a devil, complete with sahickon, Poe declared that “were it And he was as good as his word, hoofs and horns. flowing in England it vould be the Similar was the unenviable predica- for there and then he painted the theme of every bard, &rd the comgreat financier’s face upon the body ment of Sir Robert Sheard, a gentlemon topic of every tongue if, indeed of a. flying 2itizen, in whose hands man noted for his penurious habits, its banks were not parceed: off in placed two money-bags each who, by incurring the resentment of he lots at exorbitant prices, as building — Hogarth, found himself depicted in marked £1,500.” sites for the villas of the opulent.” one of that artist’s pictures as a . A painting of himself in the act of holding his nose with one hand, miser sitting in judgment on a dog Animals Take Few Risks for robbing his kitchen. On this while with the other he pushed away Big game hunters report that wild a dish of fish, was the covert threat eoming to the ears of Sheard’s son, of Sir Joshua Reynolds to Robertson, animals Seldom die from accidents. the latter repaired to the painter’s house in his absence and destroyed his fishmonger, on the latter’s press- The elephant weighs a couple of | tons; he has a thick hide; when ing for payment of a long- -standing the canvas, aroused, no living thing can with-| _ On another occasion a portrait of account, stand him, but he takes no chances. The poor tradesman was horrified; 2 nobleman which Hogarth had painted was returned to the artist as be- such a work must be suppressed, or Is there not a lesson to be learned in ing nothing better than a gross cari- all the world that knew him for Sir this for human beings, who are so much weaker? We in America are Joshua’s fishmonger would credit the The | cature, and payment refused. thoughtless; both as drivers and as He therefore had next day the peer received this let- painter’s innuendo. to sacrifice his money and ac- pedestrians, we take wanton chances ter: with our own lives and with the lives — the sketch by cancelling “Mr, Hogarth begs to inform his quire Most accidents occur lordship that if he does not send for the bill. A case of the paint brush of others, his picture within three days it will being mightier than the pen.—Lon- either on the street or in the home, Curtis Billings suggests that mankind don Answers. be disposed of, with the addition of should learn the lesson of safety from the animals, for they have holes into heated air as a silkworm learned when fear is not cowardice. exudes its gummy silk substance. —Hygeia Health Magazine. : This gave him filaments of a stuff he hoped to weave, In 1884 he pat- firm there for him to see! whom Even Great Masters of the Brush Are on Record Employing Their Genius for the Small. Purpose of Plaguing Enemies. The Later, he lingered in the register’s office until he saw that the entry had been, properly made and then, drawing the first really long in a fist When worked in Philadelphia from 1838 to ARTIFICIAL SILK | MERE IMITATION OF “REAL THING” out and checked all movement, then moved slowly into the trail, scan ning the rocks and earth. Steve chuckled. No sign was Franz skill, could be winced such man work Jim lips twitched smile, grasp the thwarts and lift the canoe Worsting discovers accuses up. Separating the owner Steve the him begins girl Franz him. if you the trail landing. He leaped out as the bow touched rock and stopped to Flynns. Indian for and sober woodsman young set disclosure, to me “So!” he said and laughed, somewhat uncertainly. “So, Young Jim Flynn, or whoever-you-are! Old Twenty-Mile got you, eh? You, and your d—d option!” Meanwhile, along the trail that led through the timber out to the Shoestring road, Steve- Drake covered the miles at a woodsman’s swift pace. At dawn he entered Shoestring and breakfasted. Inquiry developed no news of Franz. He had a moment of wonder, of doubt. If the other had met death in the rapid . .. But he shrugged that off. To prevent his arrival here Franz would have shot him down without | compunction, concerned only with escaping suspicion for the fight, the Polaris crew assumes that he is Flynn’s son, and Steve .takes of Kate Flynn, which Steve finds, charge, as “Young Jim.” A photograph friendimmensely increases his desire to aid Old Jim. He gains the warm ship of LaFane, queer woods scout. Steve adds to Franz’s hate by driving him and The He gave these holds his weight, gambling they bear it, lifted his feet and CHAPTERS him all-im- first twigs brushed his hands. His right closed on a_ stout, green branch. He snatched. at another with his left, missed, and grappled | ata dry stub. for | and make up your mind to do it. <A fine man, your father; not the kind most men would turn down. .. .” portant document he would be forced to follow. “Right!” . Drake muttered aloud as a canoe shot into sight far behind, coming fast, . He shoved off and bent to the paddle and in a moment from the tail of his eye he saw the other sweep into sight of him, and then he was rounding a bend with the voice of shaggy old Twenty Mile growing louder in his ears. He looked over his shoulder just Franz had not rounded the once, bend yet. A leaning cedar was fifty feet beyond him, He rose to one knee, dropped his paddle and balanced there, arms raised. to take charge of the company's—the Polaris—woods operations, the youth is indulging in a drunken spree. Learning of Polaris’ dire straits, and hoping to do something for Old Jim, Steve hastens to the company’s headquar- laris thus rocm, in cash, - Ay’ to th’ hour!” then Steve, through yet, th’ doon payment - boy, “Young tion “A short time,’ Steve protested. but saw that it was no use to ask for more. “You'll give an option - now, surely, so [ll have something ‘to go on?” “That’s only fair. An option. Nd the Stephen Drake, with his four-year-old son, is rescued from a blizzard by Jim Flynn, big timber operator, whom Drake has robbed. Flynn gives Drake another chance, and the father, until his death, impresses on the year rose “No. [ll keep reminding you of it, and of what you might have been able to do to me, and of what you er OPENING “And how long before the first twenty-five?” ‘If ye want ut,” he said bruskly, “yell take ut wi’out delay. If ye don't want uf, others will. Ye must fake ut noo, ina week. Seven days. Ay. That’s enough. That’s final.” He been brought down-stream from where he had fished by one of the Laird’s Indians, and as he launched | water, “But the timber’s not yours yet. Not. yet, Mr. Whoever-you-are!” He advanced closer and Steve could see a bulge under his armpit which trap, is pinched, sir. payment was !” tion. Threatened Jim Flynn had offered and a section was held out. But Jim’s offer had been made two years ago. Values had stepped upward. . “That’s your best offer?” ‘Ay. blotter “Well said, Franz!’ The Laird rose and put a hand on his arm. “Well said! ’Twould not becoom ye to sulk ’nd be angered because luck was nae wi’ ye. . . . Noo, lads, we'll drunk to ’t.” He turned, leaving them alone. As soon as the door closed behind him Franz spoke: | “So Young Jim Flynn, so-called, has won a fall, ge more during that rambling spoke of Franz, saying that here now, instead of Steve, be talking over the possiselling with him. was thirty thousand opened the Steve tried not to snatch the pre-| i clous paper as Franz entered the room. He did not turn to look at| him; MacDonald gave-no heed. The| option passed and a great wave of, -exultation swept Drake as his fin- | gers closed on it. He read.on down the lines of the script, conscious that the Laird was turning to the newcomer, feeling more than seeing that faint bewilderment, perhaps regret, which came over the old man. “Ah, lad!” he said gently, hitching his chair about. “Come here, f lad. Ye know this mon?” “Sure!. I know Young Jim Flynn,” Franz replied and laughed. “Well, lad, ut’s th’ fortunes of war that ’twas yon James instead of yoursel’ who came today to catch me in my state o’ mind. I’m sellin’ th’ timber to th’ Flynns.” z A slight tightening of the mouth was the only indication Franz gave of what that news meant to him. Then he asked: * “Tt’s gone, you mean? The deal is closed?’ “Well, an option’s bindin’, James has th’ option, wi’ ink scarce dry.” Franz swallowed. “A sale isn’t a sale until the transfer is made,” he said, smiling at MacDonald but Steve caught the menace in his tone. “And perhaps Something may happen that the Flynns don’t take you up.” Mae... _ Matter of fact it would save the op- The Scot nodded. door pressed to the fresh ink. eration. To get hold of that tim_ ber,”—playing boldly on the favor he had found in the other’s eyes— “would do the thing that I came into this country to do. Otherwise, it looks pretty dark ahead.” - decide him.” “Shut averted was ml VI—Continued “Polaris would Donald,” he said recorded in public files he could not resf. His canoe was waiting, having for the first stage of the journey he had a flash of a pursuer, ruthless and determined. . Drake was unarmed; he well knew that the shoulder holster beneath the other’s shirt was not empty. ... He knew the country and the trails well enough, but Franz knew them more intimately than he. ‘The landing above Twenty Mile rapid Pas’ Beaghic Sketch of Wissahickon Beauty 1} bore up!” the ‘boy. snapped his face. Artists’ ‘Painted Comments’ RT O_o OPO EO ROA |
