The Bend bulletin. (Bend, Deschutes County, Or.) 1917-1963, December 31, 1920, Page 6, Image 6

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lout the same thine that It doesn't
jpny to hunt their fellow inon. The
lnvs of life as well as the laws of na
tions are against It."
; But the words sounded weak and
Idlm under the welRht of the throbbing
darkness; and Dun couldn't got away
from (he Idea that the codes of life by
which most men lived were forgotten
quickly In (he shadows of the pines.
Even as he spoke, man was hunting
man on the distant rlclge where WhlS'
perfoot the cougar bad howled.
I Bert Cranston, bend of the arson
ring that operated on the Dinpqua dl
vide, wns not only beyond the pale In
regard to the laws of the valleys, but
he could have learned valuable lessons
from the beasts In regard to keeping
the lows of (he hills. The moon looked
down to And him wnlting on a certain
itrall that wound down to the settle
ments. his rifle loaded and ready for
lanother kind of game than deer or
twolf. He was waiting for I-andy Bit
jdreth; and the greeting he had for
jhlm was to destroy all chances of the
iprosecutlng attorney In the valley be
llow learning certain names that be
particularly wanted to know.
1 There was no breath of wind. The
jgreat pines, tall and dark past belief,
(stood absolutely motionless, like
Istrange pillars of ebony. Bert Cran
Iston knelt In a brush covert, bis rifle
lloaded and ready In his lean, dark
lhands.
! No wolf that ran the ridges, no
Icougar that waited on the deer trails
Ikoew a wilder passion, a more terrible
blood-last than he. It showed In his
eyes, narrow and never resting from
their watch of the trail; It was In his
posture; and It revealed Itself unmis
takably In the curl of his lips. Some
thing like bot steam was In his brain,
binning bis sight and heating bis
blood.
The pine needles hung wholly mo
tionless above his head ; but yet the
dead leaves on which he knelt crinkled
land rustled under him. Only the keen
lest ear could have benrd the sound;
and possibly In his madness, Cranston
himself was not aware of It. And one
would have wondered a long time as
to what caused It. It was simply that
he was shivering all over with bate
(and fury.
' A twig cracked, far on the ridge
i above htm. He leaned forward, peer
ing, and the moonlight showed his
face In unsparing detail. It revealed
the deep lines, the terrible, drawn
lips, the ngly hair long over the dark
ears, nis strong hands tightened
upon the breech of the rifle. His wiry
figure grew tense.
Of course It wouldn't do to let his
prey come too close. Lnndy Hlldreth
wns a good shot too. young as Cran
Bton, and of equal strength; and no
sporting chance could be taken In this
hunting. Cranston had no Intention
of giving his enemy even the slightest
Ichance to defend himself. If Hlldreth
Igot down Into the valley, his test!
Imony would make short work of the
I arson ring, ne had the goods; he had
been a member of the disreputable
I crowd himself.
The man's steps were quite distinct
Iby now. Cranston heard him fighting
inis way through the brush thickets.
Sand once a flock of grouse, frightened
from their perches by the approaching
ingure, new down the trail In front.
Cranston pressed back the hammer of
his rifle. The click sounded loud In
the silence. He had grown tense and
still, and the leaves no longer rustled.
His eyes were Intent on a little
clearing, possibly one hundred yards
I up the trail. The trail Itself went
I straight through It And In an In
Istant more, Hlldreth pushed through
the bockbrusb and stood revealed in
Itbe moonlight
I If there Is one quality that means
(success In the mountains It Is con
Istant unceasing self-control. Cran-
ston thought that be had It But per
haps he had waited too long for HIV
dreth to come ; and the strain bad told
on him. He bad sworn to take no
false steps; that every motion he
made should be cool and sure. He
didn't want to attract Hlldreth's at
tention by any sudden movement All
must be cautious and stealthy. But
In spite of all these good resolutions,
Cranston's gun simply leaped to his
shoulder In one convulsive motion at
the first glimpse of his enemy as he
emerged Into tbe moonlight
Tbe end of the barrel struck a
branch of the shrubbery as It went
up. It was only a soft sound; but In
the utter silence It traveled far. The
gun barrel caught the moonlight as It
leaped, and Hlldreth saw Its glint In
tbe darkness, '
He was looking for trouble. He had
dreaded tbls long walk to the settle
ments more than any experience of
bis lle. He didn't know why the let
ter be had written, asking for an
armed escort down to the courts, bad
not brought resulls. Tttil IT was
wholly possible that Cranston would
have answered this question for 111 in.
This same letter had fnllen Into a cer
tain soiled, deadly pair of hands
which was the last place In the world
that Hlldreth would have chosen, and
It had been all the evidence that was
needed, at the meeting of tho ring the
night before, to adjudge Hlldreth a
merciless and Immediate end. Hll
dreth would have preferred to wait In
the hills and possibly to write another
letter, but a chill that kept growing
at his finger tips forbade It. And nil
theso things combined to stretch his
nerves almost to the breaking point
as he stole along the moonlit trull un
der tbe pines.
A moment before the rush and whir
of the grouse flock had dried the roof
of his mouth with terror. The tall
trees appalled him, the shadows fell
upon his spirit And when he heard
this final sound, when he saw the
glint that might so easily have been a
gun-barrel, his nerves and muscles re
acted at once. Not even a fraction of
a second Intervened. His gun flashed
up and a little, angry cylinder of
flame darted, as a snake's bead darts,
from the muzile.
Hlldreth didn't take aim. There
wasn't time. The report roared In the
darkness; the bullet sang harmlessly
and thudded Into the earth; and both
of them were the last things In the
world that Cranston had expect
ed. And they were not a moment too
soon. Even at that Instant, his finger
wns closing down upon the trigger,
Hlldreth standing clear and revealed
through the sights. The nervous re
sponse that few men In the world
would be self-dlsclpllned enough to
prevent occurred at the same Instant
that be pressed tbe trigger, nis own
Are answered, so near to the other
that both of them sounded as one re
port Most hunters can usually tell, even
If they cannot see their game fall,
whether they have bit or missed. This
was one of the few times In his life
tbat Cranston could not have told. He
knew tbat as bis finger pressed be bad
held as accurate a "bead" as at any
time In bis life. He did not know still
another circumstance that In the
moonlight he had overestimated the
distance to the clearing, and Instead
of one hundred ynrds It was scarcely
fifty. He bad held rather high. And
he looked up, unknowing whether be
had succeeded or whether he was face
to face with the prospect of a duel
to the death In the darkness.
And all he saw was Hlldreth, rock
ing back and forth In the moonlight
a strange picture that he was never
came out of his brush-covert when the
moon rose. It was not his usual rising
time. Ordinarily he found his bent
hunting In the eerlo light of tho twl
light hour; hut for certain reasons,
his knowledge of which would bo ox
tremely ill thou It to explain, ha let this Uuunnaiittiiiittiiiimuti iiiimintiuiiititiiiiiiiiei!
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slsnlllen.it nu.illtv In tlu. felines that "cl,,,l u",ml- 10 ' "''"'I', ol
they simply cannot keen In condition "X tho quarlorly mooting aery
without hour urn! hours of sleep. In Mf8- Tho cottngo lllblo study cIiihh-
this matter of sleeping. they are In a I en will bo held ns usual, beginning
direct contrast to the wolves, who I Tuesday evening and continuing' iih
seemingly never sleep at all, unless It before. 0. M. Thorp, pastor.
is nun one eyo open, unu in sun
greater contrast to tho king of all
beasts, the elephant, who Is said lo
slumber less per night than that great
electrical u-lxnn! wltuuMtll -men laiow
and prnlsi!
.MetliiIlHt-Kplc(ipuI On Sunday
morning, regular services at 1 1
o'clock; Sunday ovjuiljig, 7:30
o'clock, special musical services, uu
'Ilio great cat came out yawning, as tier tho direction of Herbert Bess,
graceful n thing ns trends upon the with solos, duels and quartet iiuiu-
eaiiii. no was nimost nine tool long bora, featuring selections front "Tho
i rum me up or nis uose to tno emi oi n,... pi...
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ninnv n'fnll.erowi. ,,.,. 11.. ...wl ,...,1 8'"ly ehoi'l and Kpworth loaguu
yawned Insolently, for nil tho forest "''' notira
world to see. He rather hoped that Kplxoopul Sunday school will bu
the chipmunk, stnrlng with bendy eyes held In Snther'a bull at 10:20 a. m.
from bis doorway, did see him. He Children nro urged to bo present for
would just as soon that Woof s little the now grado work.
son, the bear cub, should see him too,
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Woof himself, or tbe wolf nark whose " ' "' "' ""
son? h.i.1 lust wk..t...,l hi.... Ami Por. Sunday school, with lllhlo
above all things, be wanted to keep class, every Sunduy: New Year's day,
out of the sight of men. - biigllsh service In the morning nt 1 1
For when all things are said and o'clock; no service In the morning;
none, inero wero row nigger cowards Sunday, Norwegian, lit 11 a. ni No
in tno whole wilderness world than zoning service Sunday, but In tho
MALLORY PLAYERS
HAVE REPUTATION
Advmico Notice.. Hpcuk Well of
Actor Who Will Appear Hero
Tuesday Night In "Vanity."
Clifton Mnllory, dramatist and ac
tor, known scarcely lens for It Ih own
ability In dramatic Interpretation
than for his five MuccosHful plays, In
to appear Tuesday evening ut lliu
gyiiinaHlum, bonding hln own com
pany of playoni In present lug a mod
ern morality pl.'-rjv-wW?
vanity Is a konu nut Ira upon tho
American criun for keeping up up-
poiiritiinos, Killed with etntin humor
and presenting many tiinsu drainutla
miiiiuinlH, It primclidH u powerful ser
mon, but not ut Ilia expoiiHu of an
Interest of keen (lrumnllfl delights.
"Vanity," like "Kvory woman,"
Unit oilier famous morality play, has
been proHtmlml MiicciiHsf ully from
New York city lo Hluln college, Now
Mexico, mid from Portland, Ore., to
Ho Kiinliik Hprlugs, Kin., mid In every
cnmi Mr. Mnllory and his company
have been received Willi words of ap
preciation hy critics.
It costs nothing to have Itlley look
at'yotir Nlonigo battery and son that
HjH-unipe-ulyetittrtiod If lt'4, It
will frm.to mid break; tills means n
Hew battery, II. It. Itlley, Kleotrlcal
Horvlc Hliitlon, 135 (Ireeiiwood.
pw''!n afternoon nt 11 o'clock tho pastor will
Whlsperfoot. A good ninny
thlnlr tlli.f flnivmnt tltn Mivnla
could take lessons from bin. In this pronch nt 0r""K ,ln. lx n"lM l
respect But others, knowing how a Pf ,ow"- Tlie English language will
hunter Is brought In occasionally with 08 used
almost all human resemblance gone
from him because a cougar charged In beon dovollllg hor 9norgiet for ,ov
. . .. .. . eral years, acquiring an Intimate
th.t . fnll-irrown co..nr will some, knowledge of Spanish and learning
times attack horned cattle, something ,n8 8ography nnd character of tho
that no American animal cores to do country. During hnr trip she will
unless he waats a good fight on his write numerous articles for newnpa
paws and of which the very thought pors, magailnes and trade publlcu
wouia in row urnycoat inio a spasm ; tlona.
and there have been even strnnger
After a stop at Guatemala, Miss
mtnmtam . Ana H., t .1 n,,.,a K..I In,',, I
them. A certain measur of respect nund0" wl" Bn" for Bol!vl- 8"8
must be extended to any animal that nns made a complete Itinerary of hor
will hunt the great bull elk, for to trP' designed to Includo practically
miss the stroke and get caught be- every stato.
neath the churning, lashing, slashing,
razor-edged front hoofs Is simply Dance the old VPar out
Only
aeain, patnrui ana without ociay. iut j .l -,,
t these I u " "t,T jvai in.
thA riinit-nltv Una In thk fnnt thn
things are not done In the ordinary. One night VOU Can do it
rational blood of bunting. What an tomorrow nieht at the evm
protect Its young, what great game It walgano S Orchestra
follows In the starving times of win
ter, can be put to neither Its debit "A small expense In ropalr work
nor Its credit A coyote will charge I"1" "rr8 yu 'h, c0"',of.B1 blU
He Knew He Had Not Missed.
entirely to forget It was a motion
that no man could pretend. And be
knew be had not missed.
He waited till he saw the form ol
his enemy rock down, face half-burled
In the pine needles. It never even oc
curred to him to approach to see if he
had made a clean kill. He had held
on the breast and he bod a world ot
confidence In his great shocking, big
game rifle. Besides, the rifle fire might
attract some hunter In the bills; and
there would be time In the morning
to return to the body and make cer
tain little Investigations that he had
In mind. And running back down the
trail, he missed tbe sight of Hlldreth
dragging his wounded body, llko an
Injured hare, Into the shelter of thr
thickets.
Whlsperfoot that great coward,
when mad. A raccoon will put up a
wicked fight when cornered. A hen
will peck at the hand that robs her
nest. When hunting was fairly good,
Whlsperfoot avoided the elk and steer
almost as punctiliously as he avoided
men, which Is saying very much In
deed; and any kind of terrier could
usually drive him straight up a tree.
But he did like to pretend to be
very great and terrible among the
smaller forest creatures. And he was
Fear Itself to the deer. A human
hunter who would kill two deer a
week for fifty-two weeks would be
called a much uglier name than ponch-
er; but yet this had been Whisper-
foot's record, on and off, ever since
bis second year. Many a great buck
wore the scar of the full stroke aft
er which Whlsperfoot hod lost hi'
hold. Many a fawn had crouched
panting with terror In the thickets nl
Just a tawny light on the gnarled limb
of a pine. Many a doe would grow
great-eyed and terrified at Just his
strange, pungent smell on the wind.
ne yawned again, and his fnngs
looked white and abnormally large In
the moonlight Ills great, green eyes
were still clouded and languorous
from sleep. Then he began to steal
np the ridge toward his hunting
grounds. It was a curious thing that
he walked straight In the face of the
soft wind that came down from the
snow fields, and yet there wasn't a
weathercock to be seen nnywhere. And
neither had tbe chipmunk seen him
wet a paw and hold It up, after the
approved fashion of holding np fl fin
ger. He had a better way of knowing
a chill nt the end of his whiskers.
The little, breathless night sounds
In the brush around him seemed to
madden him. They made a song to
him, a strange, wild melody that even
sucb frontiersmen ns Dan and Len
nox could not experience. A tbousnnd
smells brushed down to him on the
wind, more potent than ony wine or
lust He began to tremble all over
with rapture and excitement But un
like Cranston's trembling, no wilder
ness ear was keen enough to hear the
leaves rustling beneath him.
(To be Continued)
tory. H. R. Itlley, Electrical Serv
ice Station, 135 Oreonwood. Adv.
Pot It In Tho Bulletin.
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One Tiny Green
Blade of Grass
on a bleak January landscape
will attract more attention than
a pasture in June.
It's the same with flowers. She
appreciates flowers most when
the snow is flying.
RIVERSIDE FLORIST
Greenhouse, 436 Newport
Store, 861 Wall St.
Telephone lied 2231 for both addresses
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NEWSPAPER WOMAN
PLANS LONG TOUR
Lucille Saunders, Formerly of The
Bulletin Staff, To Write Magazine
Articles On South America.
PORTLAND, Dec. 31. Miss Lu
cille Saunders, local newspaper wom
an, formerly a member of the staff
of The Bulletin at Bend, will leave
Monday for South America for a two
years' absence from the United
States, during which she Intends to
visit every country In the southern
continent.
The visit to South America has
been a lifelong ambition of Miss
Saunders, and to this end she has
WITH WILSON GEORGE
New Year's Wight
Saturday, January 1st, 1921
A DANCE GIVEN BY WILSON GEORGE
Introducing his new and celebrated
violinist, MR. ROBERT HANEY.
A program of exceptionally good
music. When you hear it you
can't help dancing.
Remember the date Saturday,
New Year's Night, January 1st,
1921, and
Make It a Hot One"
Gymnasium. Tickets $ 1 .00
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