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HEPPNER GAZETTE TIMES, HEPPNER, OREGON, THURSDAY, JULY 7, 1927. PAGE THREE f w r s l Copyright by Harold Mm Onc& - kUUaMcl tKru AuAocnrtr Sarvior CHAPTER XII. Lowell win appalled at the swift ness of Kennedy's deduction. He stared nervously over the gray man's head at Armitage. Armitage seemed cool enough, but as a matter of fact he was in the clutch of a mild form of hypnotism. "Well, I'm waiting," said Kennedy. "Which, of you two took Jeanne Beau fort away from me?" "Kennedy," returned Lowell, "we admit you to be the shepherd of this flock; but sometimes you go a little too far. We're not under your orders, you know. And yet you storm into this room and demand as if you had authority! to know who snatched Jeanne Beaufort out of your claws. She came into the city, at the risk of her life, for no other purpose than to ask me the name of the man who mar ried her. I refused; but I gave her twelve hours in which to leave the city. I consider that I acted as a gentleman, and with honor, military or civil, whichever you will." "I too," said Armitage. Kennedy, choking with insane rage, whirled upon Armitage. "You were the man?" "Yes. And I would do the same thing over and over, as many times as you contrived to catch her. Is that frank enough?" Armitage got up, throwing off his dressing gown. "Let us have the truth while we're about it. What is the North or South to me, so long as I love Jeanne Beau fort?" None of them could ever recollect how it started, that terrific contest which carried all three of them here and there about the room, toppling chairs, Banging into bookcases, surg ing into corners, two against one, the two oddly enough, fighting desperate ly for their lives. At length, bruised, panting and dis heveled, they drew back from this Hercules. The battle came to its end quite as abruptly as it had begun. Kennedy staggered over to a chair and fell into it, covered his face with his hands and wept! "Kennedy?" said Armitage. "Yes, son! I 1 guess I'm quite mad. It came over me with a rush .... I had to do it. .. . Quite mad!" Kennedy dropped his hands from his face. "I might have killed you both. I'm sorry, but I couldn't help it. I'd better be getting along dizzy." "Drink this sherry," said Lowell. Kennedy drank it and rose. Then he picked up his hat and left the room without turning his head. On a certain spring morning, Mor gan rode madly along the pike toward the Beaufort plantation. He did not stop until he reached the commanding officer's tent. "General," he said, "I have to re port that the Yankees, ten thousand strong, are within an hour's march, perhaps less. Their cavalry will be on us in half that time. Their object is to outflank us and cut us off from joining Lee." "Five or six miles away?" cried the General, astonished. "I received in formation last night that the Yankees were still in camp, thirty miles away." "They have marched all night, sir. I know because I marched with them. I got away by the barest chance," said Morgan, indicating his forehead. "1 could not cut for it any sooner. I've been inside their lines for three days. I was discovered by a man named Parson Kennedy. He seized the near est musket and tried to skewer me. I caught the bayonet in time to pre vent its going into my skull. I knocked him flat with the butt. Any body got a drop of whiskey? I'm about done." He sat down on a camp-stool, ac cepted a flask, and drank rather deep ly for one who wished merely a tonic. The aide who had offered the whis ky had seen men drink this way when they sought for something called "devil-may-care." Morgan returned the flask, ripped 'the sleeve from his left arm and made a rude bandage for the cut on his forehead. The General was already issuing orders. The batteries were in posi tion and a thousand men were to re main with the guns to hold the Union forces in check until the little army were beyond the danger of a flanking movement. "Major Morgan," called tho Gen eral, "will you take command of a battery? This battery guards the river. I want an hour." "You shall have It, sir that is, if they don't blow us out," Morgan sa luted. After her escape from Parson Ken nedy, an escape which she still cred ited to Lowell, Jeanne returned to the plantation and remained there. Her military career was ended, fin ished. But she did think of Armi tage conBtuntly. She was thinking of him this very morning as she wutched the hurlyburly outside without fully comprehending what it signified. The general explained the situation briefly. Sho ond her aunts must pre pare at once to leave the house. "Then there will be battle here?" asked Jeanne. "Yes. And this spot will be par ticularly dangerous." Jeanne turned gravely toward her aunts. "You two go. Take the things that you want." "But you?" cried the aunts. "I shall remain." .... BOOM! Jeunne saw a fountain of water spring up from the river where the ahull struck. She saw the negroes scurrying southward like a flock of frightened ireese. Sho was alone. She went back into the house Bnd brought out ban dnires. basins, water and sponges . Tha deep sound came from the north again, once, twice, three times, A shell burst in the garden. A tattoo OUND Harold Illustrated bv Henrv rattled against the side of the house. Shrapnel, she thought. She experienced not the least fear. Indeed, her sensation was one of de tachment; she was here and yet not here; it was only her soul, her body was elsewhere, and so nothing could hurt her. Through the broken window she saw men in butternut running, turn ing to fire as they ran. A man pushed in through the door. A bloody bandage was bound around his head at a rakish angle; the grime of battle was upon him. He ran to the window and emptied his revolver at the shadows pouring into the cmoke. He turned back to reload ond discovered Jeanne. "God in heaven, you here yet?" "Morgan," she murmured. The house rocked. A rubble of brick and mortar came piling into the fireplace. A shell had struck the chimney. "So you wouldn't run away? That's like you!" Morgan laughed sardon ically. "We're beaten! But what of that, sweetheart? While there's life there's hope!" He laughed again. In the face of this now dunger Jeanne forgot all about thut outside. The man was battle-mad, shorn of civilization's veneer, reckless and pri mordial. "Henry Morgan" "Yes, I understand. You've found out the truth. Yes, I was there in Richmond that night. I was one of the eleven. Can't you guess which one w hat tnen r He walked ove rto her. She stepped behind the table. She was unarmed; and she was no longer without fear. 'Do you know why I am here, Jeanne? Have I not told you a thou sand times that you were mine, mine? Bah! Let the fools cut each other's throats; you and I will begin the hon eymoon!" He threw out his hand unexpected ly and caught her by the wrist, drag ging her from behind the tuDie. "it is I, sweet wife, I, Henry Morgan! Homo sum: I am the man!" She struggled fiercely to release her wrist and saw the symbol on the man's forearm! Outside were blue-clad figures, among them one she knew. Morgan was pressing her head back to kiss her lips, when she screamed. "John, John!" Armitage came in through the bro ken window, grim and disheveled. It took him but an instant to under stand. He seized Morgan and flung him against the wall. Jeanne ran back of the table again, her eyes wide with terror. "You?" cried Morgan, running his tongue over his lips. "Yes. Defend yourself. I'm going to kill you, Morgan," The two men stared nt each other with death in their glances. Armitage was the first to move. He suddenly realized, as doubtless Mor gan did, that there could be no true satisfaction in steel; he wanted to tear and rend and brenk yonder man with his two bare hands. And this desire became registered in h ib face, now no more agreeable to look at than Morgan's. Jeanne felt something vaguely pri mordial stir in her heart. She knew. They were going to fight for her; and the victor would sling her over his shoulder and make off with her that is, if she could find no means of defending herself. The terror in her face resolved it Relf into something akin to eagerness. She dropped her hands from her cheeks and caught hold of the edge of the table. Armitngc's blade rose and fell vio lently but without gaining any advan tage. Morgan was quite his equal, if not his muster, with tho sabre. They pushed each other backward and forward. Armitage wanted his man with his back to the fireplace. Morgan was maneuvering to crowd Armitage against the table behind which Jeanne stood. "Tho bricks!" cried Jeanne. 'Tush him back!" She was without mercy; she wont ed Morgan to die. "Thanks, sweetheart!" said Morgan. His fury, roused to its highest pitch by the sound of Jeanne's voice and its significance, leaped beyond the bounds of caution, for a few mo ments Armitngo was hard put to it to save himself. Ho felt his legs touch a chair. He kicked backward. The chair skidded and toppled. "So," he said, as he in his turn be- to 7n Tav Lee iran to force Morgan back, "so we even stoop to forging a bit of tatoO' ing, do we?" Jeanne heard these words, but the point in them passed over her. There was only one clear thought in her head that Morgan should die at her feet. "She isjnine!" cried Morgan. , "You lie! She never was and never will be yours." Armitage returned no answer. With every ounce of jskill and strength he possessed, he succeeded in driving Morgan among the fallen bricks by Morgan lowered his point and ran the fireplace. to the left. In his endeavor to follow up the advantage, Armitage ran afoul his own trap, tripped over a brick and came to his knees. Before he could rise, Morgan whirl ed and was upon him, death in his fcmile of assurance. Jeanne cried out and leaned for ward. And then a miracle happened. There came a shattering of glass from the window behind Jeanne. At the same moment Morgan spun on his heels, his face twisted with that expression of intense surprise which always accompanies a mortal stroke. He tried to speak; his saber slipped from his fingers; he stag gered backward and fell headlong in front of the table, at Jeanne's feet. Out of the ruck of fighting beyond the house, Fate had marked a wild bullet as her own and had directed it at Morgan's breast. "What is it?" asked Jeanne, still in the dark. "A chance bullet through the win dow." Jeanne was still the woman these two men had fought for. She crept i round the table and silently caught Armitage's arm in her tense hands. "He is dead?" "Yes." "I am tired." And she laid her head against his sleeve. His saber clattered to the floor, and he did what the stone-age man would have done; took the woman in his arms and kissed her. And Jeanne re turned that kiss. Boom, Boom, Boom! They were sending shells across the river, mak ing their last stand. The tumult about the house had ceased. "Jeanne, how could I help loving you? How could any man? But you shall not live in dread and doubt any longer, oath or no oath. I was not the man who stepped out and first offered to marry you. It was Mor-' gan. He knew who you were. "But tho mark on his arm!" Madge L. Lockwood, ll, of Zeig ler, . III., deteced counterfeit. $20 bills by the feel as she worked in the local bank She tipped-off Federal officers and a gana which had circulated $400,000 of spurious notes was caus;ht. WW Educated Fingers Your Money Goes Farther This Way: People maintain checking accounts in this bank because they want to get the greatest value from their money. Their money goes farther that way. They get more ben efit from it when they maintain a reasonably larg aver age balance. Such a balance provides them with suffi cient funds for emergencies, entitles them to greater service from this bank and builds up credit so that, if necessary, they can secure loans in proportion to their needs. Maintain a checking account here with a reasonably large balance. It wilt help you get the most from your money. And you'll be entitled to the maximum of mighty valuable service from this bank. Farmers & Stockgrowers National Heppner BcHlk Orfn "It was made recently. God knows what dark idea he had in mind. Be sides, the mark isn't quite identical to the true one. See!" He rolled up Morgan's sleeve. "Girl, do you think that I'll ever let you go again, now that I've got you? What's the North or tlie South to you and me?" "Son!" Parson Kennedy lurched in through the shattered French window. He was a grisly object, covered with wounds, and the greenish pallor on his unshaven face foretold that he stood on the Brink. "Jeanne Beaufort " "Kenned i'." Armitage ran toward the gray man, but Kennedy waved him aside. "I am dying!" A strange gentle ness formed about his mouth and eyes. "Jeanne Beaufort, forgive! I, who once preached of the Lamb, have lived as the Wolf. . . . Christ said: 'Forgive them, for they know not what they do.' And I have not al ways known what I did! , . . Poor child!" He beckoned to Jeanne, then to Armitage. "Kneel, children. God has given you love; I will give you benediction. Kneel!" Wonderingly the two knelt. Armi tage had never seen Kennedy's face like this; never had there been that benign note in his voice. Jeanne dropped to her knees in a blind won der. "Jeanne Beaufort, the man you mar ried is dead. No, not Morgan," as Jeanne mechanically turned her head toward the quiet form by the table. "It was Armstrong, the man who died in your garden. Presently God will judge us both together." Kennedy stretched out his hands, on eupon each head. From the gray man's lips came with incredible even ness of tone the marriage ritual. When the last word was spoken, there came a deep suspiration. The hands slipped limply to his knees. Both Jeanne and Armitage looked up quickly. Parson John Kennedy's stormy soul had passed out into the quitt Harbor of Eternity. THE END. Upright, respected, married, a hard worker, a good job and, with life holding out promise of a happy and peaceful exist ence, Edison Forbes closed the book over which he had been laboring. Carefully arranging all records on the desk, he turned, put on hat and coat, switched off the lights, stepped through the door, locked the door, dropped the key in his pocket and faced about into the cool spring evening for home. Fate stalked him. An automobile turned the corner at a low rate of speed; at its wheel a friend a fellow townsman. Greetings were ex changed; the car pulled up to the curb and Edison Forbes stepped to its side. It was the last care free hour of either of the young men for many months to come. They did not know that the chance meeting was Fate'i sealing of tragedy and heartaches. Within three short hours the grim hand of destiny had placed them as pawns upon a chess board and the story of "Cedar Swamp" was begun. Don't miss this interesting serial complete in 12 chap ters from the pen of Michael J. Phillips. It starts next week in the HEPPNER GAZETTE TIMES. Read the first chapter and you will then read "Cedar Swamp" every week. MORGAN Martin Bauernfiend met his wife in Arlington Wednesday. She had been consulting physicians in Portland for some time. A. F. and W. F. Palmateer, H. O. Ely and C. L. Rodgers were in Arling ton Wednesday, viewing the flood damages. Beulah and Geneva Pettyjohn ac companied Mr. and Mrs. Cole Smith of lone to Walla Walla Friday to spend the Fourth. 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