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THE OREGON STATESMAN, SALEM, OREGON.
TUESDAY MORNING. JANUARY 11. 1921
0. HENRY iffiAL. JENNINGS
(Continued frorh last week.)
,4 CHAITKK TlllllTY-MXI.
fThty arrested Sail 7 arid -took
Iter to the Cincinnati lan. Tat ,
rr.an bad sworn to a warrant
charging .with attempted black
mail. The days passed. The
at was not railed.
' Every day was an agny for
f,ally. The thought of the-dying
baby was like a hot coal on
the girl's mind. She went to the
matron about It; The matron
went out to see the La by. fWhen
the returned she told Sally the
hid takeu ll'to a hospital. It
would be given every care
'-The Salvation Army nsed to
visit the jail and Ret the prison
ers, to sing -hymns, Sally Joined
' In" the ichoruf. A male prisoner
heard her. lie went out the next
day for the Ohio Pen to i spend
tb rest of his life there. Hut he
U-ft a present for Sally with the
dfs'le sergeani. i "Give these two
tacks to the girl with the-voice,
will you?" be eaid. "Her sing
ing did a lot for me." !
f Sally was finally called before
the night court. Tb? man did
tot appear. She was dismissed
with a reprimand. As she pas3ed
toe desk sergeant, strangely
enough, he handed her the $2.
The gift finished the wreck of
Sally's broken life.
Priaon Matron
Tell of Child's Death.
(She did not even know that she
i was crying and calling out in her
misery until a drunken old woiuaa
stopped her.
"Whassa malla. poor, poor li'l
fing come 'long, come "long with
me" -
The bedraggled old creature
took bold of her and SaMy let her
self bis Jostled along the dark,
wretched hole where the woman
lived. She lit a charcoal stove,
and in Its feeble glow Sally tried
to warm herself. The old woman
slumped into a corner, muttering
and cursing and laughing all night
long. '
She was In such a hurry to get
out she ran down the halls, the.
matron rushing along at her side.
"It's too bad, honey. theybroutht
you In here. You didn't dererve
It. I'm awful sorry for you." .M
Sally got to the door, she touched
her elbow. i
"Honey. I hate to tell you the
taby Is dead!"
It ' was like a ruffian blow
rtruck across the face of a littl?
child. It stunned Sally left her
Ump and quivering. The -baby
was dead: ........ . .
With "a feeble, tormented sob.
rhe put ber hands over ber head
and began to run as though men
end women were chasing- her,
pelting her with stones.
v ' "Listen, : honey." the matron
caught, up with her.. "Yon can
stay here. It won't do you no
trood to get out. The baby died
three days ago. Stay here." -
"Oh, God, no. Let me get out."
The door opened and the half
demented creature ran - out, one
thought uppermost. ' She would go
. down to the river. The blasting
wind tore the clothes almost off
her hack. The chill went to the
Snarrow. ,
Frenzied Motner
Buys a Pistol.
A light flared out from a shop
window, the gir) dallied a moment
in its warmth. Old Jewelry, em
blems, silver plate glinted in the
show case. In on corner' were
three revolvers. Sally looked at
them fascinated. A eoUWurr of
revenge swept over her.
Up to that moment the anguish
of loss ate at her she had seen
only the suffering baby face. Now
,she saw the man and the lashing
contempt on nis nanasome lea
' tures. She went in and bought
one of the pistols.
As soon as she had it in her
', hands, it seemed pulling her down
like a coffin weight. She dropped
',lt in her blouse and went out.
scooting down one street and up
. another so cold, so frenzied, so
Impatient for the morning to come
Sally Walt For L
Father of Babe.
The damp hole was alive with
baleful shadows. Across the
bare walls evil figures passed.
Now it was a man as he stood rig
id and beckoned to the police
now the hulking officr lurching
forward, grabbing her by the
shoulders. And again It was the
mother and sisters, hunting the
girl down with their scornful
looks.
.Only" once did Sally see the
baby. - It ssemed to be lying on
the floor. Its mouth writhing, its
little hands; opening ard closing.
The father walked up to it and
brought hi boot down on the
plaintive little face, crushing the
scalp and mangling the tender
f.'es-h.
God. God. sav:" Sally called
out as the nightmare rassed.
The fuddled old woman started
and s'umbled over to h?r
"Whassijnalla, you wench?" she
shrok the girl, gave her a clumsv
blow and staggered back to her
corner. j"Shut up. now." she mem
bled. "Damn you. shut up!"
At last it was morning. Sally
had to. wait until noon. Not for
one moment had her resolution
faltered. She went straight to the
bank and stood behind a column
waiting for the man. It seemed
that every one in the building
rushed out at the stroke of 12
everyone but Philip Austin.
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disappointed. Th rejection of his
manuscripts did not dull the edf
of his elf -confidence, but it filled
him with forebodings as to hl
future.
Cmu World Forxlva
Girt like Me?
-Oh. Mr. 'JennlBta. her ftea
had grown thin and Its tranapar.
enl whiteness made her seem a
thing ot unearthly spirituality,
vijon't bother about ne. I'm
i lost. You know it. Uo yoa
. think they would ever let me
i crawl bark? You know I'm a
: bad woman.
I should not line to b a beg-' "I tad a baby that I dlda't
gar. colonel." he o:ien said, "and . have any right to do xo thlak
my pen Is the only investment 1 '. the world ever forgive such a
can make. I am continually crime as that? Leave me alone
paying assessments on It. 1 ', here. I'm t inlshed. There's no
would like to collect a few dlvl-' pardon oa -arth for me.
nm Chaparral Prince " paid j . iC-mlnn next week
its dividends later. Porter re- , ,
ramped It here and there and It !
made a big hit for him. i "
. la . a. - Im.
I ii leu you wny k oi nui
terested In Sally." he swung back
to the subject with a soddenresr
that startled tae. "She's better
off here than she ever could- be
outside. 1 know this place Is
doom but what chance has a
girl with Sally's past in the
world? What are you thinking
of. colonel, when you plan to
send the girl -Out there to be
trampled la the gutter?"
Sally said almost the same j
wn.it ia mo vhen I triMt to rl !
her a pardon after I waa freed.
I went back to the pen to aee
her.
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She Tells Father
Of Child. Death.
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Sally began to tremble. She
put her hand to her pocket. The
pistol was there.' "Send him out
quick, quick." sh chattered in an
nsane prayer. "Send him out be
fore I lose courage.'
Down the street came a police
man, sally cowered benina m
stone pillar. The officer eyed
ber. Walked a few paces, looked
back nd went on.
"Nobody here now. nobody
here," Sally muttered to herself.
"Send him out now."
A big form strode down the
coiridor and the next second
Philip Austin swung through the
door. Proud and magnif'cent. he
walked like a prince. He walk
ed as he did that Joyous day when
he swept his hat down in a lordly
salute as Sally came -down the
cathedral steps. lie had the
ame kinglfxmTle on hU lips.-1
Sally's nerve went Ioo3e- as a
taut string when one end is sud
denly released. She ran up to
him. pitiful, distracted, beside
herself with misery.
"Phil oh. Phil, the baby died!
You put me in Jail and It died.
It died without anyone near it.
It died because you wouldn't take
care of it."
Outlet Answer
Scornful Speech. ' -
Not knowing what she was do-
Judging One of the Classes on "Duroc
"DUROC DAY" will be held at Salem, Oregon, Thursday.
February 3, 1921. This event is an annual show and sale
of bred sows and gilts and is under the auspices of the
Oregon Duroc Jersey Breeders Association.
About twenty of the leading breeders are offering of
their best for the occasion. f
Many of the females are carrying litters by the great
herd boars that are at the head of herds which have been
producing the champions of the west.
The plan is for the Durocs to be judged in the various
classes in the forenoon and then every one to be sold at
auction in the afternoon. -
While the price of market hogs has been declining, it
is believed that there will be a much greater net profit in
raising hogs in the future on account of the lowering price
of feed; and this sale will furnish an ideal opportunity to
buy foundation sows. The above picture was taken on
Duroc Day last February at the Oregon State Fair grounds.
It shows the junior and senior champions and a part of the
crowd in attendance. The older sow was grand champion.
She was exhibited by E. C, Naftzger and was later pur-
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champion sow was exhibited by Thrift Bros, and later sold
for $140 to L. T. Reynolds. , V
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Try' It Out Yowself "
says the Good Judge I
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And . ycu will find . how
much more satisfaction a
little of this Real Tobacco
gives you than you ever
got from a big chew of the'
ordinary kind.
The good, rich, real to
bacco taste lasts so long
you don't need a fresh
chew nearly as often. So
it costs you less.
Any man who uses the
Real Tobacco Chew will
tell you that.
Put up in two styles
W-3 CUT is a long fine-cut tobacco
RIGHT CUT is a short-cut tobacco
Day", Salem, Oregon, February, 1920.
Many special entertaining features are planned for this
year, among them being the formal opening of the Valley
Packing Company's plant. This plant has been in operation
for a short time, but has never been formally opened and
dedicated to the use intended. And it will be most fitting
for this to be done on Duroc Day.
'An elaborate program is being planned and will be an
nounced later.
Among the consignors to this year's show and sale are
E. C. Naftzger. Genrais, Ore.
M. ATerhoTf. Lebanon, Ore.
W. L. Sheard. Dayton. Ore.
J. W. Fruitt. Brooks. Ore.
Jones Prater, Dayton, Ore.
J. E. Finnicum. Dayton, Ore.
C. C. Bryant. Albany, Ore.
Romeo Gouley, Gervais, Ore.
II. X3. Compton, Boring, Ore.
Elmer J. Roth, Salem, Ore.'
The services of Col. Ben T. Sudtell, Albany, Ore., have
been secured as auctioneer.
E. A. Rhoten, Salem, Ore., is manager, and the manag
ing committee representing the Oregon Duroc Jersey Breed
ers association is E C. Naftzger, W. L. Sheard and M.
Averhoff.
Jesse Richards. Virginia. Idaho
W. F. Bartlett. Camas. Wash.
Geo. DeBok. Oregon City, Ore.
W. F. McCall & Co.. Salem. Ore.
F. W, -Weisner. Lebanon, Ore.
C. P. Adams, Hermiston, Ore.
Harold' Lnndquest. Sherwood.
C. S. Magee Ml Son, McMlnnvllle.
Paul Newmeyer, .Newberg, Ore.
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ing or saying in her beating grief,
Sally flung herself sinto Austin's
arms.
"The baby died it's detd.
dead. Oh. Phil, the baby is
dead!"
With one swfft. angry wrench
.the man caught her violently by
the wrists.
" you. you little hag
what do I care about your brut!
Let it die. Now go and don't
hang around slopping tears at
me. Let the brat die!"
Cold, scornful contempt scowl
ing his features. Austin went to
shove Sally froia him. There was
a little gasp, a tussle, a pcream
of hurt, sobbing agony, and the
doubla action revolver was Jam
med against the man's stomach.
"You don't care? Oh, God!"
The trigger snapped.
"He looked me straight in the
eye. He looked startled aad
frightened. He knew I did it.
I -saw it in hia eye. He looked
at me for Just a moment and
then went down in a slump las
though his backbone had sudden
ly melted."
From everywhere men and
women darted into the street.
They leaned over the prostrate
form. And when they saw that
the banker's sen was dead, thev
turned on Saliy th their fists
and one giant tore her cheek o"pen
with a vicious blow.
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CHAPTER FOKTV
"But he knew I did it. I raw
that in his last glance!" Sally's
face was daubed wim tears, but
there was a triumphant smile in
her eye at the memory of Austin's
death. "That's satisfaction enough
for me. I'm content to spend my
days here."
I The girl's trial had taken just
one day. The Jury found her guil
ty. She was' 19.' That fact saved
her from the death penalty.
Sany was a Southerner, with
all the hot, proud i vengeance of
Kentucky in her veins. Her story
moved roe more than all the hor
rors I had felt in prison. I could
understand the murderous fury
that swept over he when the fel
low turned her down. I went to
the warden's office and blurted It
out to him.
"When I hear things like this I
want to leave the damn hell."
Darby did resign eventually be
cause he! could -not endure the job
of electracuting the condemned.
"But some one's got to be hero. I
hope I do the service well."
Warden's Futile
Plea for Pardon.
Darby said he would try for a
pardon. It would have been
granted on his recommendation.
but the family of the dead man
heard sbout it. They Just about
owned the state. Tbey wern't sat
isfied with the mischief their
blackguard son had already done.
They went to work and villlfied
Sally until there wasn't a scrap of
fl5h left on her bones. The par
don was denied.
. Every time I heard that voice
with its cascade of golden notes
rippi ng down from the convict
women's loft In the chapel it sent
daggers through me. This was a
tale, It seemed to me. worthy of
the genius of Bill Porter. I told It
to hira the next afternoon. He lis
tened rather Indifferently and
when I was finished, he turned to
B lly Raidler. I've brought you a
box of cigars."
I was furious at his unmoved
coldness. I turned my back on
him in angry humiliation. I
wanted Portt-r to write a story
about Sa!lv to make the world
ring with indignation over the
wrong that had been done. And
the story did not seem to make
the slightest impression on him.
At that time my taste ran en
tirely to the melodrama. I could
not understand Porter's saner dis
crimination. He had distinct theories as to
th purpose of the short story.
We often discussed it. Now It
teemed to me that he was de
liberately refusing to carry out
bis ideas.
Porter' Puir" :" .
In Short Story.
"The short story,'' he used to
ray, "is a potent medium of edu
cation. It should combine humor
and pathos. It should break
down prejudice with understand
ing. I propose to 8 nU the down
an 1 outers into the drawing
rooms of the "get it alls." and
I intend to Insure their welcome.
All that the world needs Is a lit
tle more sympathy. I'm going
.to makeHhe American four hun
dred step into the shoes of the
four million."
Porter said this lonr before any
of the stories that make up the
"Four Million" had been written.
Don't you think Sally's story
ha? the real heart throb (n it?''
"Colonel, the pulne beats too
loud." Porter yawned. "It's very
commonplace." .
"And so is all life common
f lace," I fired back. "That's Just
what genius is tor you're sup
posed to take the mean and ta!
ordinary and tell It in a vital way
in a way that makes the old
Crab flebh of us glow with a new
light."
I was also writing a story In
iiu j naa my own
methods and theories. They usu
ally dried out when I tried to run
mem into the ink well.
Kill That Cold With
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a ri rzLinici; pnoir-no
Filled with the thrill of ' OX WITH THK DIMT
lure of "THK U1GHT TO LOVf? and more.
the
Fpicial Music arranged by
IJIlian McKlroy Hunt,
on our new
Hope-Jones Organ
A Sunshine
Comedy Too
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Mae Aubray
LASlcY-PARAMOUNT STAR,
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wounded and in the petting kind
of a way he had he came over to
win me hack.
"Colonel, don't he angry
me." he said. "Yoa misunder
stand me. I wasn't thinking
mdeh of Sally tonight. My mind
was far away." he laughed. "It
was down In Mexico, perhaps.
where that indolent, luxurious
valley of yours is and where we
might have been happy.
Siwech Dicloieii
Secret Grief.
"Colonel," Porters race lighted
with humorous eagerness, "do
you think we stand any chance to
collect that $7,000 you paid down
on it? I'm a little in need of
funds."
Not many could resist the win
ning magnetism of Bill Porter if
he chose to make himself agree
able. As soon as he had spoken
I knew that some secret grief was
tugging at him. Porter had la
bored hard over some story 1
think it was "A Chaparral Prince."
Billy Raidler had sent it out for
him. It had come back. He jest
ed about it.
"The average editor." he said,
"never knows a firecracker until
he hears the bang of its explosion.
Those fellows can't tell a story
until some one else takes the risk
of setting It off."
"They're a damn bunch of ig
noramuses!" Porter had read the
story to Billy and me and we had
sent it off with singing hearts.
We were sure the world must ac
knowledge Porter, even as we did.
"All I'm sorry for is the loss of
the stamps. Billy was forced to
steal from the State to mail it
with. It may damage the reputa
tion of the state board of the Ohio
penitentiary."
But Porter really was deeply
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Coaxinjc Couldn't
C'ltanKe PoHer
There was no use in trvin to
coax Porter Into convemarinn
when he was not in the mnnd if
a thing didn't catch his interest
at once, it never did. There were
no trial over with him tk.
slightest ; detail would rometimes
absorb him and seem to fill him
wiiQ inspiration. And again, a
drama would dui before him onri
ha would let It go unmarked. 1 1
snew mis. I had seen him coolly
Ignore Louisa and old man Carnot
often enough. But I was just
goaried into persistence.
"Sally has a face like Diana."
I said.
"When did you meet the god
dess, colonel?" Porter jested, all
at once absorbed in flicking a bit
of dust from his sleeve. ' Convict
wool is shoddy enough, let alone
a convict bundle of muMin."
A few years later I saw this
veiy same man o Into the honfea
tonks of New York and no wo
man was too low to win courtesy
from Bill Po-ter. I haTe seen
him treat the veriest old hag
wiin the chivalry de a queen.
He. had a soul of sterling honor
where women were concerned.
His ' indifference to tally's
plight was singular. If he had
seen her and talked to her I
know it would have rrippod him
rorrlre'lreart.
Porter saw that J was bitterly
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