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PAGE SIX THE DAILY CAPITAL JOURNAL, SALEM, OREGON. FRIDAY, JANUARY 17, 1919. THE LIGHT SN THE CHARING" , A TALE OF THE NORTH COUNTRY -IN THE. TIME OF SILAS WRIGHT IRVINB bheller 1 AUTHOt Of BEN HCIDEM. DRI AND I DAMEl OF THE SUSSED BliS, s" ; ' KEEPING Mt VTTH UZZIE, ETC. ETC comma wnautmam imho mamm not greet fifin wuTiuiy auu CTmT 5r.j him as he hnd been wont to do. I saw that The Thing as I had come to think of it was following him also. Hour It darkened his face ! Even now I can feel the aching of the deen. claimed as I entered. "We're telling ; bloodless wounds of that day. I could late Iff" Ciur arrernuon or itjtwt? day. The schoolmaster was lying on a tilg lounge in a comer of their front room with the children about him. The dusk was fulling. "Welcome, my laddie buck !" he ex- . stories o the old year an' you're Just In time for the last o' them. Sit down, lad, and God give ye patience 1 It'll soon be over." After supper he got out his boxing gloves and gave me a lesson in the art Of self-defense, In which, I was soon to learn, he was highly accomplished, tot we had a few rounds together (very day after that. II u keenly en Joyed this form of exercise and I soon li ;,"iin to. My capacity for taking pun ishment without flinching grew apace before long I got the knack of countering and that pleased him more ewn than my work In school, I have sometimes thought. "tod bless ye, boy!" he exclaimed mic day after I had landed heavily on his cheek, "ye've a nice way o' sneakln' In with yor right. I've a notion ye i. my find it useful some day." I wondered a little why ho should nay that, and while I wus wondering ' hi' felled me with a stinging blow on my nose. "Ah, my lad there's the best thing I have seen ye do get up an' come buck with no mad In ye," he said as ho save me his hand. . Oue day the schoolmn.'iter called the older boys to the front seats in his room and I among them. "Now, boys, I'm going to ask ye what ye want to do lit the world," bo unld. "Don't be afraid to tell mo what yr niny never have told before and I'll do what I can to help y." For some months T 'i;itl been study ing a book J'sst published, entitled, "Stenographic Hound Hand," and had learned Its niphimct anil practiced the use of it. That evening I took down the romurks of Mr. Ilmket In snimd- hnnd. - The academy chapel was crowded with the older boys and girls and the trwnfolk. The muster never clipped his words In school as lie was wont to do when talking familiarly with the children. "Since the leaves fell our little vil lage lias occupied the center of the Htnge before nu audience of millions In the great theater of congress. Our lending citizen the chief actor lins been ci-wned with Immortal fame. We who watched the piny were. thrilled by he query: W!l! ;'nclo Sum yield to : leinptullon or ding i honor? IIo hns chosen the latter course and we may Btlll hear the applause In distant gal leries beyond the sea. He hns decided that the public revenues must be paid in honest money, "Sly friend and cmssnmte, George Bancroft, the historian, has written t'lls letter to me out of a full heart: ."Tour fellow townsman, fiilns Wright, Is now the largest llgure In . . Washington. We were all worried by the resolution of Henry Clay until It began to crumble under the Irresistible attach of Mr. Wright. On the 10th he sub ii Itted a report upon It which for lucid and accurate statements presented In the most unpretending manner won universal admiration and- will be re membered alike for Its lntrlnslq excel lence and for having achieved one of the most memorable victories ever gained In the United Slates senate. After a long debate (.'lay himself, com pelled by the Irresistible force of argu ment In the report of Mr, Wright, was cbllged to retire from his position, his ' resolution having been rejected by a vote of 44 to V " With what pride and Joy I heard of this great thing that my friend had ac complished ! Going out wllhthe crows', that evo- . nlng, I niet Sully Hnd Mr. urn) Mrs. : Umikelborg. The hitter did not speak to me mid when I asked' Sully If I . cculd walk home with her she an Hwered curtly, "No, (hunk you." I have got a bit ahead of my history. Boon after the opening of the new year ten days or so later It may have l)eeu I hud begun to feel lii.vseif en compassed by a new and subtle force. It wus a thing ns Intangible as hrnt but as real as lire and more terrible, it deemed to me. I felt It first in the at tlludo of my play fellows. They de nied me the conlldonce niu' Intimacy ' which I hud enjoyed before. They , whispered together In my presence. In nil this I had net fulled to observe that Henry Wills hnd tal;en a lending part. , The Invisible, Inaudible, mysterious thing wrought a great change in me. It followed mo through the day anil lay down with me ut night. I wondered what I had done. I carefully surveyed my clothes. They looked all rij;lt to me. My character was certainly no worse than It hud been. How it preyed upon my peace and rest and happiness that mysterious hidden thing! One day Uncle renbody came down tc see nie and I walked through the village with htm. We, met Mr. llunkel-' Imrg, w ho merely nodded and hurrld -fl"P2-. Mr. iU'lP";"". the. morebnntdjd i hear it better alone. We were trying to hide our pain from each other when we said good-by. How quickly my uncle turned away end walked toward the sheds ! He cnnie rarely to the vil lage of Canton after that. May had returnee; a warm bright May. I had entered my seventeenth ! yenr and the work of the term was finished. j Having nothing to do one afternoon. I walked out on the road toward Og- ' densburg for a look nt the woods and i fields. Soon I thought that I heard the 1 sound of galloping hoofs behind me. I I looked back and I saw Sully round- Ing the turn by the river aud coming : toward me at full speed, the mane of her pony Hying back to her fuce. She pulled up beside me Just as I hud Imagined she would do. , j "Burt, I hute somebody terribly," Mild she. ! 'Whom?" j "A map who Is coming to our house j on the singe today. Granny Barnes Is tiylng to get up a match between us. Father says ho Is rich and hopes he will want to marry me. I got nind about It. He Is four years older than I am. Isn't that awful? I am going to be just us mean aud hateful to him us I can." - "I guess they're only fooling you," I said. "No, they mean It. I have heard them talking It over. "He cannot iniirry you." "Why?" It seemed to me that the time had come for me to speak out, and with burning cheeks I said: "Because J, think that God bus mar ried you to me already. Do you re member when we kissed each other by the wheat field oue duy last sum mer?" . "Yes." ' Wo had faced about and were walk ing back toward Canton, I close by the pony's side. ' "May I lclss you agnln?" She slopped the pony and leaned toward me and our lips met in a kiss the thought of which makes me lay down my pen aud bow my head a mo ment while I think with reverence of that pure, sweet spring of memory In whose waters I love to wash my spirit. "I guess Gocl has married us again," I declared. "I knew that you were walking on this rotid and I had to see you," said she. "People have been saying such terrible things." "What?" "They sny your uncle found the poeketbook that was lost und kept the money. They say lie was the Urst man that went up the road after it was lost." "It's a lie my uncle never saw the poeketbook. Some money was left to hiui by n relative In Vermont. That's Utw It happened that he bought a farm Instead of going to the pooriiouse when Grlmshnw put the screws to him," "I knew that your uncle didn't do It," she went on. "Father and mother couldn't tell you. So I had to." "Why couldn't your father and moth er tell me?" "They didn't dure. Mr. Grlmshaw Uiadu them promise that they would not speak to you or to any of your family. I heard them sny that you and your uncle did right. Father told mother. Hint he never knew n man so honest ns your Uncle renbody." Just then we came upon the Silent Wonmn sitting anions the 'd'uinlellons by the roadside. She held a cup' In her hand with some honey on Its bot tom ami covered with a piece of glass. "She Is hunting bees," I said as we stopped beside her. She rose and patted my shoulder with a smile ami threw a kiss to Sully. Suddenly her face grew stern. She pointed toward the village und then nt Sully. "She means that there Is some dan ger abend of yon," I said. The Silent Woman picked a long blade of grass and tipped Its end In the honey at the bottom of the cup. She came close to Sully with the blade of" grass between her thumb and finger. "She Is tlxliig a charm" I said. She smiled and cmMcd us she put a' drop of honey on Sully's upper lip. She held tip her hands white her Hf.s moved as if she were blessing us. "T suppose It will not save me If I brush It oft'." said Sully. We wont on and In a moment a bee lighted ou the honey. Nervously sho struck at it aud then cried out with pain. The bee has stung you," I said. She covered her face with her hand kcyJilcJJ. and, ma.de m answer, Walt a mlnuie I'll get some clay. ' aniTinuii in nun it rune tout I said ns I ran to the river bank. :' ran5 out "ke a tnimtwt la his frenzy : I found some clay and moistened It i "Go v,7 m me- Take her away, with the water and returned. j somebody. I can't staa' It She's kfllln' There, look at me!" she groaned. "The bee hit my nose." She uncovered her face, now de formed almost beyond recognition, her nese having swollen to one of great size and redness. , "Ton look like Bodney Barnes," I said with a laugh as I applied the clay to her afflicted nose. "And I feel like the old boy. I think my nose is trying to Jump off and run away." ; We were nearlog. the village. She wiped the mud from her prodigious nose and I wet her handkerchief In a lool of water aud helped her to wash It. Soon we saw two men approaching us in the road. In a moment I ob served that one was-Mr. Horace Dun kelberg; the other a stranger and a re markably handsome yung man he vos, about twenty-two years of age und dressed in the. height of fashion. I remember so well his tall, athletic figure, his gray eyes, his small dark mustache and Ids admirable manners. Both were appalled at the look of Sally. "Why, girl, what has happened to you?" her father asked. Then I saw what a playful soul was Sally's, fhe girl was u born actress. "Been riding In the country," said she. "Is this Mr. I..itour?" "This is Mr. LaU.ir, Sally," said her . father. j They shook hai: Is. i "I am glud to seq you," said the ' stranger. ! "They say I r.:;i worth seeing," said ! Sally. "Tills Is ny friend, Mr. Baynes. j When you are t.red of seeing me, look ! n; him." I shook the hand he offered mo. 'Wf course, ve can't all be good looking," Sally remarked with a sigh, , as If her mis' vi une were permanent. ' Mr. Horn Dunkelberg and I laughed hear; ly for I hud told him In ! n whisper wli.it bin happened to Sally ) -while Mr. Luton;- looked a little em- biimissed. "My face Is not I. dutiful, but they i say that I have a i lod heart," Sully , assured the stranger, j They Bttirted on. I excused myself j and took n trail thiou;;!i the woods to unolher road. Just there, with Sully waving her hand to me as I slond for n moment in the edge of the woods, the curtalu fnlls on this highly roman tic period of my life. Uncle renbody came for me thnt eve ning. It was about the middle of the next week that I received this letter from Sally: "Dear Bart:. Mr. Lntour gave up mid drove to Potsdam In the evening. Said ho hnd to meet Mr. Parish. I think that he had seen enough of me. I began to hope he would stay he was so good looking, but mother Is very glud thnt he went, and so am I, for our minister told us thnt he Is one of the wickedest young men In the state. He Is very rich anil very bad, they say. I wonder if old Kate knew about him. Her charm worked well anywaydidn't It? My nose wos all i rlii'ht In the morning. Sorry that I can't meet you Saturday, Mother and I are packing up to go away for the summer. Don't forget mo. I shall be r IIl! Ill 'SIM R. 'FT. X I I 1 WM R . ( ' t . t w ' II , k fc .ft "Go 'Way From Me. Take Her Away." I . n. me. Take her away. Take her away. I ' C ( l Take her away." 1 -f His face turned purple and then I t ; white. He reeled and fell hendlonir. B 1 ' APES'! me. Take her away. Take her away." His face turned purple and then white. He reeled and fell headlong, l!!:e a tree severed from Its roots, and lay still on the hard, stone pavement. It seemed as if snow were falling on his face It grew so white. The Silent Woman stood ns still as he, pointing at him with her finger, her look un changed. People came running toward us. I lifted the head of Mr. Grlmshnw and laid it on my knee; It felt like the head of the stranger In Rattleroad. Old Kate bent over and looked nt the eyelids of the man which fluttered faintly and were still: "Dead" she muttered. Then, as if her work .woi e finished, she turned and mndo her way through the crowd and walked alowly down the street. Men stood aside to let her Vi, as If they felt the power of her spirit and feflred the touch of her gar ments. - 1 Two or tliree men hnd run to the house of the nearest doctor. The crowd thickened. As I sat looking down at thf dead face In my lap, n lawyer who had come out of the courtroom pressed near s a nil bent over nnd looked at the set eyes c.f Benjamin Grlmshaw nnd wild: : "She floored him at last. I knew she would. He tried not to see her, but I tell ye that bony old finger of hers burnt n holo in hhn. He couldn'yitand It. I knew he'd blow up some day un der tho strain. She got him nt Inst." "Who got him?" another asked. "Itovln' Kate. She killed him point ing her finger at him so." "She's got an evil eye. Everybody's afraid o' the erazy ol' trollope." "Nonsense! She Isn't hnlf as crazy as the most of us," said the lawyer. "In my opinion sho hnd a good reason No Crowding, High Ceil ings, Good Ventilation everything that is condu cive to good health This is a ready-to-wear Special ty Store and we do not attract crowds by bargain tables laden with small articles. Coals, Suits, Dresses, Furs, Waists and Hats at Half price ard less things you said to me. I don't know what they Vill try to do with me, and I don't enre. I really think ns you do, Bart, that God has married us to each other. "Yours forever, "SAIXT PUNKELBRTIG". How often I read those won' ! so like nil the careless words oi the young! CHA PTR XIN, thlnktns everv duv of those lovelv j for pointing her tliiger at that man, sne came trojn tne same town ne am over In Vermont .Ye don't know what happened there." ., The doctor arrived. The crowd made way for him. He knelt beside the still rlgur nnd made the tests. He rose and shook his head, saying: "It's ail over. Let one o' these boys go down nail bring the undertaker." Benjamin Grlmshaw, the richest man In the township, was dead, and I have yet to hear of any mourners. Three days later I saw his body low ered Into Its grave. The little, broken spirited wife stood there' with the sumo sad smile on her face that I hnd noted when I first saw her In the hills. Itovln' Kate was there In the clothes she had worn Christmas day. She was greatly changed. Her hair was neatly combed. The wild look had left her eyes. She was like one whose back Is relieved of a heavy burden. Her lips moved ns she scattered little red squares of paper Into the giltve. I sup pose they thought It a crazy whim of hers they who saw her do it. I thought that I understood the curious bit of symbolism and so did the school master, who stood beside me. Doubt less the pieces of paper numbered her curses. "The scarlet sins of his youth are lying down with him In the dust," Hacket whispered as we walked away together. (END OF BOOK TWO.) The Bolt Falls. Three times that, winter I had seen Benjamin Grlnislinw followed by the Silent Woman clothed In rugs and point ing with her linger. The trial of Amos came on. He had had "blood on his feet," as they used to sny, all the way from Llckityspltt to Lewis county In his flight, having Rtlucked and slightly wounded two men with a bowle knife who had tried to detnln him fit Itainy Luke. He had also shot at nu oillcer In the vicinity of Lowville, where his arrest was ef ficted. lie had been identified by all these men, and so his character us a rlespernle man hnd been established. This In connection with the scar on his face nnd the trucks, which the boots of Amos fitted, and the broken gun stock convinced the jury of his guilt. I remember well tho look of the vrncrnblo Judge Cady os he pro t'ouuecd the sentence of death upon Amos Grlmshaw. A ray of sunlight slanting through n window In the lute afternoon fell upon his gracious coun tenance, shining also, with the softer light of his spirit. Slowly, solemnly, kii.dly, ho upoke the words of doom. , II was his way of saying them that llrst made me feel the dignity nnd ; majesty of the law. The kind and fa-1 j thei ly tone of his voice put me In I niind of that supreniest court which ; BOOK THREE Which Is the Story of tho Chosen Ways. CHAPTER XIV. Uncle Peabod Way and Mine. It is a bud tiling to be under a heavy Is above a.11 question aud which was ''"Bition to one's self of which, thank swiftly to enter Judgment In this mat ter and lit others related to it. Slowly the crowd moved out of the C' art room. Benjamin tiiimsbaw rose nd calmly whispered to his lawyer. He had not spoken to his son or seemed to notice him since the trial hud begun, nor did he now. Many had shed tears that day, but not he, Mr. Gi'lui.shaw never allowed but one emo tion Hint of, anger. He was angry now. His face was hard nnd stern. lie muttered as ho walked out of the courtroom, his cune briskly beating the floor. , Tho Silent Woman as ragged as ever was waiting on the steps. Out v.ent her bony linger as he came down. Ue..te!d,ilIuLs!UCt UXIiUYiltJUilS tiod, I nni now acquitted. I have known men who were their own worst creditors. Everything they earned went swiftly to satisfy the demands of vanity or pride or appetite. I have seen them literally put oit of house and home, thrown neck and crop Into the street, as It were, by one or the other of these heartless creditors each a grasping usurer with unjust claims. I remember that Bodney Barnes called for my chest and me thnt fine morning In curly June when I was to go back to the hills, my year's work In school being ended. I elected to walk, and the. schoolmaster went with mo five miles or more across the flats to theslojie of the high country. . (Contiuued tomorrow) Salem's Greatest Women's Apparel STAHOKWS. (Capital Journal Specitl Service.) Stayton, Or., Jan. IT. Ed Blnkely and wife are visiting at the homo of his father, W. F. Blnkely. Ed was recently dis -'largod from the army and ho hnd his wife will make their home in Eu gene, where he has a good position in a drug store. Mrs. Sadie Smallman of Portland is helping in the care of her brother, A. C. Thoma3 and family, who have been sick with the flu. Mr. Thomas was quite sick for several days but is now reported gaining. Joe Piesor, who was recontly dischnig i from the nrmv. is at the home of his pare'uts north of to... Jas. Eossell has been helping in the Lancefiold shoe store for several aays, doing the repair work, as Mr. Lance field litis been laid off with a sprained arm. The wind Tuesday blew down some trees between Stnyton end Kingston and also sonie trees in town. Telephone lines about town and in the adjoining country wore badly damaged but arc I'oiii? repaired. There nro over 200 cases of flu re ported in town, but an -strict quaran tine rules were put into effect Tues-j day, it is expected and hoped that few jiiew cases will be reported. Most of the cases are in a mild form, but E. D. CrcMreo developed pneumonia and it is necessary to tap one of his lungs to remove the pus. He is reported get ting along well. J. V. Wilbur and v..- a-j visiting friends in Portland. Laurence Sirgmund, 7lin was very sink with pneumonia and taken !o Sa lem for an oporation. is now out of tho I K.Unl n,wl U 1c. r,vnnt,l .ill 1. .....11 onoiigh to be brought homo the list of next week. Mr. and Mrs. W. E. Thomas of Saiem have been in town tho past, few days, boing called by the serious illness of their son, A. C. Several mon arc stopping jiwty from homo thcao days, their families being under quarantine on account of fin. Mr. McKinzie, an aged gentleman liv ing south of town about tlirco tailes, died Thursday morning. Ho w&a the father of A. A. McKinzie. 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