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THE DAILY CAPITAL JOURNAL, SALEM, OREGON. TUESDAY, JANUARY 14, 1919.
N THE E
A TALE OF THE NORTH COUNTRY
: IN THE TIME OF SILAS WIGHT
' . ' By
f ;. EBEN HOLDEN. DKI AND t PARREL OF THE K.ESSED ISU
' V '. ' ' KEEPINO lit VITH LIZZIE. ETC, ETC
My Third Peril.
"Mr. Purvis" took his pay la salts
nnd stayed with us until my first great
ml veil tu re cut him off. It cnme one
July luy when I wus in my sixteenth
your. He behaved badly, and I, as any
normal boy would huve done who hud
had my schooling In the candle llht.
S'o Imd kept Grimshaw from our door
by paying Interest and the sum of $80
on the principal. It hail been hard
work to live comfortably and carry the
burden of debt. Again (irlinshuw imd
begun to press us. My uncle wanted
to t't't his paper and learn, If possible,
when the senator was expected In
So l.e gave me permission to ride
with Tunis to the post office a dis
tance of three miles to get the mall.
Tunis rode In our only saddle and- I
bnn'mck, on a handsome white Ally
wlili U my uncle had given me soon
ni'U'i' she wus foaled. I hud fed and
petted and broken and groomed her
inn) she had grown ho fond of me that
my whistled" call would bring her ga1
luplug from the remotest reaches of
the pasture. I hud mimed her Sally
li. 'cause that was the only niitiiu which
seemed to express my fondness.
"Mr. Purvis" -was not an experienced
rider. My filly led lilm ut a swift gul
lop over the hills, and I heard many
a muttered complaint behind me, but
Hhe liked a free head when we took
tho road together, and I let her have
Corning back we fell In with another
rider who had been resting at Seaver's
tittle tavern through the heat of t'ta
A Gun Went Off In the Edgo of the
Bushes Close By.
'day. He was a traveler on his .way 1
!to Canton and had missed the tight
trull aud wandered far ntleld. Ho hud
a Mg military saddle with lings and
jahiuy brass trimmings aud a pis tol la
A holster, nil of which appealed to my
eye and Interest. The filly was a little
tired nnd the stranger and 1 were rid
ing nbrenst at n walk while Purvis
trailed behind us.
We heard a quick stir In tho bushes
by the roadside.
"What's that?" Tunis demanded in
u half-whisper of excitement We
Then promptly a voice a voice
which I did nut recognize broke the
silence with these menacing words,
, sharply spoken :
"Your money or your life!"
"Mr, Purvis" whirled his horse and
slashed him up the bill. Glancing
backward, I saw him lose a stirrup aud
f'lll and pick himself up and run as
If Ills life depended on It. I saw the
stranger draw his pistol. A gun went
off la tbedge of the bushes close by.
The Hash of Dre from Its muzzle
leaped at tho stranger. The horses
reared and plunged and mine threw
me In a clump of small popples by the
roadside aud dashed dowu the hill.
My fall on the stony siding had
stunned me and I lay for three or four
seconds, as nearly as I can estimate It
in a strange aud peaceful dream. Why
did I dream of Amos tlrlmshaw com
ing to visit mo again, and why, above
ell, should It have seemed to me that
enough thi ngs were an Id and done in
that little flush of a dream to fill a
whole day enough of talk and play
and going and coming, the whole end
ing with a talk on the haymow? Again
ind again I have wondered about that
flreara. I came to and lifted my head
wnd my consciousness swung back upon
the track of memory and took up the
thread of , the dny, the briefest remove
from where It had broken.
I peered thrmighjhe bushes The
light""" was GTcijingeu."" Tcouid "553
quite clearly. The horses were gone.
It was very still. The stranger lay
helpless In the road and a figure 'was
bending over him. It was a man with
a handkerchief hanging over his face
with holes cut opposite his eyes. He
had not seen tny fall and thought, as
I learned later, thnt I had ridden away.
Ills gun lay beside him, Its stock
toward me. I observed that a piece
of wood had been split off the lower
side of the stock. I Jumped to ray fee
and seized a stone to hurl at him, As
I did so the robber fled with gun In
hand. If the gun had been loaded 1
suppose that this little history would
never have been written. Quickly 1
hurled the stone at the robber. I re
member It wus a smallish stone nbout
the slue of a hen's egg. I saw It graze
the side of his head. I saw his hand
touch tho play which the stone hud
grazed. He reeled and nearly fell nnd
recovered himself and rnn on, but the
little stone had put the mark of Cain
The stranger lay still In the read
I lifted his head and dropped it quick
ly with a strange sickness. The feel
of It and the way It fell back upon the
ground when I let go scared me, for I
knew that he wus dead. T;ie dost
around him was wot. I ran down the
hill a few steps and stopped and
whistled to my tilly. I could hear her
answering whinny far down tho dusty
road and then her hoofs as she gal
loped toward me. She came within a
few feet of me nnd stood snorting. I
caught and mounted her and rode to
the nearest house for help. On the
wny I saw why she had stopped. A
number of horses were feeding ou the
roadside near the log house where An
drew Oriimpton lived. Andrew had
Just unloaded some hay nnd was back
ing out of his barn. I hitched my
filly and Jumped on the ruck saying:
"Orlve up the road as quick as you
can. A man bus been murdered."
What a fearful word It was that I
had spoken ! What n panic It made In
the little dooryard 1 The man gasped
and Jerked the reins and shouted to
his horses and began swearing. The
woman uttered n Httlo scream and the
children ran crying to her side.
. The physical facts which are further
related to thin tragedy are of little
moment to me now. The stranger was
dead and we took his body to our home
and my uncle set out for the constable.
Over and over again that night I told
the 'Story of the shooting. We went to
tho scene of the tragedy with lanterns
nnd fenced It off and put some men
on guard there.
In the morning they found the rob
ber's footprints In the damp dirt of
the road and measured them. The
, hole countryside was afire with ex
citement and searching the woods and
fields for the highwayman.
The stranger was burled. There was
nothing upon htm to Indicate his name
or residence. Weeks passed with no
ews f the irtnn who had slain him. I
hail told of the gun with a piece of
,,ri,kcn, out of ",s stodt' b,'t no
one k"Tot fty suc" wei"Mm ln or
One day Uncle Peabody and I drove
up to (irlmshaw's to make a payment
of money, I remember, It wus gold
and silver which we carried In a little
sack. I asked where Amos was nnd
Mrs. Orlmshaw a timid, tired-looklug,
bony little woman who was never eeei
outside of her own house said tbut
tie was working out on the farm of a
Mr. Ileekinun near Pluttsbttrg. He had
gone over on the stage late In June
to hire out for the buying, I observed
that my uncle looked very thoughtful
as we rode back home aud had Httlo
"You never had any Idee who that
robber was, did ye?" he asked by nnd
"No I could not see plain it was
so dusk," I said.
The swift words, "Your money or
your life," came out of my memory
and rang In It. I felt Its likeness to
the scolding demands of Mr. Grlra
shnw, who was forever saying iu ef
"vonr money or your homer
That was like demanding our lives,
because we couldn't live without our
home. Our all was In It Mr. Grim
stiaw's gun was the power lie had over
us, and what a terrible weapon . it
was! ) credit lilm with never realis
ing how terrible.
We came to the sandhills nnd then
I'ntie IVnbody broke the silence by
"I wouldn't give fifty cents for as
much o' this land aa a bird could fly
around In a day."
Then for a long time I heard only
the sound of feet and wheels muffled
In the sand, while my uncle sat look
ing thoughtfully at the siding. When
I spoke to hlin he seemed not to hear
Before we reached home I knew
what was In his mind, but neither
keopTe came "from Canton and all
the neighboring villages to see and talk
with me, and among them were the
Dunkelbergs. TJufounded tales of ray
bravery had gone abroad.
Sally seemed to be very glad to see
roe. We walked down to the brook
and up Into the maple grove and back
through the meadows.
The leauty of tlmt perfect day was
upon her. I remember that heidress
was like the color of its fire weed blos
soms and that the blue of its sky was
In her eyes and the yellow of the sun
light In her hair and the red of Its
clover In her cheeks. I remember how
the August breezes played with her
hair, flinging Its golden curving strand
about her neck and shoulders so that
it touched my face, now and then, as
we walked 1 Somehow the rustle of
her dress started a strange vibration
in my spirit I put my arm around her
waist and she put her arm around
mine as we ran along. A curious feel
ing came over me. - I stopped and
loosed my arm.
"It's very warm!" I said as I picked
a stalk of fireweed.
Whnt was there about the girl which
so thrilled me-Vith happiness?
She turned away and felt the rib
bon by which her hair was gathered
at the back of her head.
After a moment of silence I ven
"I guess you've nsver fallen in love."
"Yes, I have."
"I don't think I dare tell you," she
r.nswered, slowly, looking down as she
"I'll tell you v. ho I love if you wish,"
"You." I v.tilspered the word and
was afraid she would laugh at me, but
We stopped nnd listened to the song
"Will You Love Me Always and For
ever?" of a bird I do not remember wjmt
bird It was and then she whispered:
"Will you love me always and for
ever?" "Yes," I answered In the careless
wny of youth. ' '
She stopped and looked into my eyes
nnd I looked Into hers.
"May I kiss you?" Tasked, and
afraid, with cheeks burning.
She turned nwny and nnswcrol: "I
guess you can If you want to."
Now I seem to be In Aladdin's tower
and to see her standing so red and
graceful nnd Innocent in the sunlight,
nnd that strange tire kindled by our
kisses warms uiy blood again.
That night I heard a whispered con
ference below after I had gone up
stairs. I knew thut something was
coming and wondered what It might
be. Soon Uncle Peoborty came up to
our Utile room looking highly serious.
I sat, halt undressed and rut her fear
ful, looking Into bis face. As I think,
of the Immaculate soul of the boy, I
feel a touch of pathos In that scene.
I think that he felt It, for I remember
that his whisper trembled a little as he
began to tell me why men are strong
and women are beautiful and given ln
"You'll bo fulling In love one o'
these days," he wild. "It's natural ye
should. You remember Kovin' Kale?"
lie asked by nnd by.
"Yes," I answered.
"Some dny when you're a Httlo older
I'll tell ye her story an' you'll see
nh at happens when men an' women
break the law o' Clod. Here's Mr.
Wright's letter. Aunt Heel asked me
to give It to you lo keep. You're old
enough now an' you'll be goln' nwny to
school tiefore long, I guess."
I took the letter and rend again the
Cjperscrlptlon on its envelope:
"To Master Barton Baynes:
(To bo opened when be leaves home
to go to school)."
I put It away In the pine box with
leather hinges on Its cover which
Uncle Peabody had made for me and
wondered ngaln what It was all about,
aud again that night I broke ramp
nnd moved further Into the world over
the silent trails of knowledge.
Uncle Peabody went away for a few
dnys after the harvesting. He had
gone afoot, I knew not where. He
returned one afternoon In a buggy
with the great Michael Hacket of tho
Canton academy. Hacket was a big,
brawny, red-haired, kindly Irishman
with a merry heart and tongue, the
latter having a touch of the brogue of
the green Isle which he had never seen,
for be had been born In Massachusetts
and had got his education tn Harvard.
He was then a man of forty.
SXmto ggnlszia-nw ibis fflyjie
! said as ue putin hunTou my arm hu3
j gave me a little shake. "Lad ! you've
got a pair of shoulders t Te shall live
j In my house aa' help with the chores
if ye wish to." j
"That'll be grand." said Uncle Pea-1
body, but, ft to myself. Just then, 1
knew not what to think of It
END OB' B(X)K ONE. -
Which Is tiie Story of the Prin
In Which I Meet Other Great Men.
It was a sunny day late In Septem
ber on which Auut Deel and Uncle Pea
body took me and my little pine chest
with all my treasu.-is in it to the vil
lage where I was to go to school and
live with the family of Mr. Michael
Hacket the schoolmaster.
I remember the sad excitement of
that ride to the village and all the
words of advice and counsel spoken
by my aunt
I remember looking In vain for Sally
as we passed the Dunkelbergs'. I re
member my growing loneliness as the
day wore on and how. Aunt Deel stood
silently buttoning my coat, with tears
rolling down her cheeks while I
leaned back upon the gate in front of
the Hacket house, on Ashery lane, try
ing to act like a ' man and rather
ashamed of my poor success. Uncle
Peabody stood surveying the sky In
silence with his back toward us. He
turned and nervously blew out his
breath. His lips trembled a little as
"I dunno but what it's goln' to
I watched them ns they walked to
tho tavern sheds, both looking down
at the ground nnd going rnther un
steadily. Oh, the lookjjf that beloved
pair as they walked away from me !
the look of their leaning heads! Their
silence nnd the sound of their foot
steps are, somehow, a part of the pic
ture which has hung all these years
In my memory.
Sally Dunkelhcrg and her mother
came along and said thnt they were
glad I had come to school. I could
not talk to them, and seeing my trouble
they went on, Sally waving her hand
to mo as they turned the corner below.
I felt ashamed of myself. Suddenly I
heard the door open behind me and the
voice of Mr. Hacket :
"Bart," he called, "I've a friend
here who has something to say to you.
I turned rr 1 went Into the house.
"Away witu sadness laddie buck!"
he exclaimed ns he took his violin from
Its case while I sat Wiping my eyes.
"Away with sadness! She often raps
at my door, nnd while I try not to be
rude, I always pretend to be very
busy. Just a light word o' recognition
by way o' common politeness! Then
laugh, If ye can an' do It quickly, lad,
an she will pass on."
The last words were spoken ln a
whisper, with one hand on my Jbreast
He turned the strings and played
the "Fisher's Hornpipe." What a romp
of merry music filled the house! I
had never heard the like and was soon
I Binning ni nun as ne piayen. ms DOW
and fingers flew In the wild frolic of
the "Devil's Dream." It led me out
of my sadness Into a world all new to
"Now, God bless your soul, bey !" he
exclaimed, by and by, as he put down
I his Instrument. "We shall have a good
1 time together that we will. Not a
! stroke o' work this day ! Come, I have
a guide here that will take ns down
to the land 6' the fairies."
Then 'th his microscope he showed
me Inti wonder world of littleness
of whlci. i had no knowledge.
"The microscope Is like the nrt o' the
teacher," he said. "I've known a good
teacher to take a brain no bigger than
a fly's foot an' make It visible to the
One of the children, of which there
were four In the Hacket home, called
us to supper,. Mrs. Hacket, a stout
woman with a red nnd kindly face, sat
at one end of the table, and between
them were the children Mary, a pret
ty daughter of seventeen years; Mag
gie, a slx-yenr-old ; Ruth, a delicate
girl of seven, and John, a noisy, red
faced hoy of ilve. The chnirs were of
plain wood like the kitchen chairs of
today. In the middle of the table wns
nn empty one painted green. Before
he sat down Mr. Hacket put his hand
on tho buck of this chuir and said :
"A merry heart to you, Michael
I wondered at the meaning of this,
but dared not to nsk. The oWest
daughter acted as a kind of moderator
with the others.
"Mary Is the constable of this houo,
with power to nrrcst and hnle Into
court for undue haste or rebellion or
impoliteness," Mr. Hacket explained.
"I believe thnt Sally Dunkelberg Is
your friend," he said to me presently.
"Yes, sir," I answered. . -
"A line slip of a girl thnt nnd a born
scholar. I aw yon look at her as
the Persian looks ,nt the rising sun."
I blushed and Mary and her mother
and the boy John looked at me and
"Puer pulchcrrlme !" Mr. Hacket
exclaimed with a kindly smile.
Uncle Peabody would have called It
a "stout sung." The schoolmaster had
hnoled It out of his brain very deftly
and chucked it down before me In a
kind of challenge.
. "Whnt does that mean?" I asked.
"You shall know In a week, my eon,"
he answered. "I shall put you Into
the I-atin class Wednesday morning,
and God help you to like it as well as
you like Sally."
Again they laughed and . again I
" "liuld np yer head, ir.y brave Ind,"
he went on. "Ye've a perfect right to
like Sally if ye've a heart to.
"A lad in his teens
Will never know beans
If he hasn't an eye for the girls."
It was a merry supper, and when It
ended Mr. Hacket rose and took the
green chair from the table, exclaim
ing: "Michael Henry, God bless you I"
Then he kissed his wife and said:
"Maggie, you wild rose of Erin 1 Tve
been all day In the study. I must take
a walk or I shall get an exalted abdo
men. One is badly beaten In the race
' life when his abdomen gets ahead
of his toes. Children, keep our young
friend happy here until I come back,
and mind yon, don't forget the good
fellow In the green chair."
Mary helped her mother with the
dishes, while t sat with a book by the
fireside. Soon Mrs. Backet and tha
children came and sat down with me.
"Let's play backgammon," Mary pro
"I don't want to," said John.
"Don't forget Michael Henry," she
"Who is Michael Henry?" I asked.
"Sure, he's the boy that has never
been (born," said Mrs. Hacket "He
was to be the biggest and noblest of
them kind an helpful an' cheery
hearted an' beloved o God above all
the others. We try to live up to him."
He seemed to me a very strange and
wonderful creature this invisible oc
cupant of the greeu chair.
I know now what I knew not then
that Michael Henry was the spirit of
their home an Ideal of which the
empty green chair was a constant re
minder. We played backgammon and "old
maid" and "everlasting" until Mr.
The sealed envelope which Mr.
Wright had left at our home,, a long
time before thut day, wns in my pocket
At Inst 'the hour had come when I
could open it nnd rend the message
of which I had thought much and
with n growing Interest.
I rose nnd said Hint I should like to
go to my room. Mr. Racket lighted
a candle and took me upstairs to a
little room where my chest had been
deposited. There were in the room a
lied, a chnlr, a portrait of Napoleon
Bonaparte nnd a small table on which
were a dictionary, a Bible and a num
ber of school books.
"These were Mary's books," said Mr.
Hacket. "I told your uncle that ye
could v.so them an' welcome."
I snt down ond opened the sealed
envelope with trembling hands and ;
foi.-.id In It this brief note: j
"Denr Partner: I wnnt you to ask
the wisest man you know to 'explain !
these words to you. I suggest that,
you commit them to memory nnd think
often of their meaning. They are from ;
" 'His bones are full of the sins of )
his youth, which shnll lie down with
him In the dust.'
"I believe that they are the most
impressive in nil the literature I have
"SILAS WEIGHT, Jit."
I rend the words over and over
ngnln, but knew not their meaning.
Sadly nnd slowly I got reddy for bed.
The noises of the villaee challeneed
uiy ear after I had put out my caudle, j
There were mauy barking dogs. Some j
horsemen passed, with a creaking of
saddle leather, followed by a wagon. I
Soon I heard running feet nnd eager
voices. I rose and looked out of the
open window. Men were hurrying
down the street with lanterns.
"He's the son o' Ben Grimshnw," I
heard one of them saying. "They
caught hira back in the south woods
yesterday. The sheriff said that he
tried to run away when be saw 'em
What was the menning of this?
What had Alnol Grimshnw been do
ing? I trembled ns I got back Into
bed I ennnot even now explain why,
but long ago I gave tip trying to
fathom the depths of the human
spirit with nn infinite sea beneath it
crossed by subtle tides and currents.
We see only the straws on the surface.
I was up at daylight nnd Mr. Hacket
'came to my door while I was dressing.
"A merry day to you !" he exclaimed,
"lib await you below nnd Introduce
you to the humble herds and flocks of
I went with him while he fed his
chickens and two small shotes. I
milked tho cow tor him, and together
we drove her back to the pasture.
Then we split some wood and filled the
hoses ly the fireplace and the kitchen
stove and raked up tlie leaves In the
dooryard and wheeled them away.
"Now you know the duties o' your
ifflce," said the schoolmaster as we
ent In to breakfast.
We snt down nt the table with tbe
I'umily and I drew out uiy letter from
the senntor and gave it to Mr. Hacket
"The senator! God prosper him! 1
heard that he came on the Pluttsburg
stage last night," he said as he began
tns TreuTHg--an' annouix-cmont" which
caused me and the children to clap
our hands with Joy.
Mr. Hacket thoughtfully repeated
the words from Job with a most Im
He passed the letter back to me and
I Continued tomorrow)
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Bill Would Give Soldiers
And Sailors Preference
Senator Huston of K iltnoniali has in
troduced in tho scnale a bill providing
that ell public officio's, siato, county,
city and district, muat give preference
in public offices and on public works
to ex soldiers aud sailors. Tho only
condition is that tho ei soldier or sail
or sailor must bo com- "tent for tho po
sition which ho seeks.
Tho term ex-soklior is not limited to
tho boys who nvo returnin homo from
the prestu world war but' also includes
veterans of tho Civil War and the Span
ish American war.
If public officials fail to carry out.
the requirements of Hie law, if tlio bid
should, be passed, he would bo deemed
guilty of a misdemeanor and bo subject
to a fine of not I0S3 than $25 nor more
than $1000 or by imprisonment and ro
mov.il from office.
"And tho person thus preferred,"
says tho bill, "shnll not bo disquali
fied from holding any position in said
service o" account of his age or by rea
son of nnv physical disability, provid
ed such ago or. disability does not ren
der him incompetent to norforin the du
ties for the position applied for."
Fooil Relief For Liberated
Territories Agreed Upon
By Fred S Ferguson
(United Press Staff Correspondent)
Paris, Jan. 14. Complete agreement
has boon reached-by thn intor-allied
food council regarding relief for liber
ated territories and other affected soe
tions, it was learned today.
The plan includes permission for
Germany toi obtaiu food, providing she
turn most of her merchant ships over
to the alies for various uses, incudi-ig
repatriation of American troops This
is in no wiso a concession to Germany,
but is dosigned to follow tho lines con
sidered by the allies to represent their
best interests in maintaining stable
conditions in central Europe. The plan
has been submitted to the associated
pepco conferees for ratification.
Tho present program provides that
tho first full session of the peace con
ference shall be held at tho Quai D'
Orsny a"t 2:30 Faturday afternoon. The
next meeting of the supremo war coun
cil is scheduled for 10:30 tomorrow
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URIC ACID 1 MEAT
Says A Little Salts In Water
May Save You From
Rheumatism is easier to avoid ihan
to cure,statcs a well known authority.
We are advised to dress warmly: keen
i the feet, dry; avoid exposure; eat less
m.nt, drink plenty of gooi wnter.
Rheumatism is n direct result of eat
ing too much meat nnd other rich foods
that produce uric acid which is ab
sorbed into tho blood. It U the func
tion of tho kidneys to filtn, this acid
from the blood and cast it out ia the
urine; the pores of tho skin are also
a means of freedng the blocd of this
impurity. In dnmp and chily vald
weather the skin pores ar.i e oscd thus
forcing the kiilneya to do double work
they Ijecomo weak anil E'.ir;ish and
fail to eliminate the uric acid which
kocps accumulating and circulating
through tho system, oventually sottling
in the joints and muscles causing stiff
ness, soreness and pain called rheuma
tism. At the first twinge of rheumatism
jet from any pharmacy about four
ounceg of Jad Salts; put a tablespoon
ful in a glass of water and drink beforo
breakfast each morning for a woek.
This is said to eliminate uric acid by
stimulnting tho (luilneyg to normal
action, thus ridding tho blood of thesa
Jad Salts is inexpensive, harmless
and ig made from the acid of grapes
and lemon juiee, combined with lithia
and is used with excellent, results by
thousands of folks who arc subject to
rheumatism. Here you havo a pleasant,
effervescent lithia water drink which
helps overcome uric acid and is bene
ficial to your kidneys as well. 50
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