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TYYU THE RI\ r 'I \ By EDNA CHAPTER XXXI. . < "They've sent word they won't work on Mondays, and they will go to bed when they choose Saturday nights. Losing one day a week! We can't ] stand for that Luck's been playing into his hands, but this will show him up. This'll show Marshall his pet clerk. Tell Casey there'll be no In* dlans tomorrow." He sputtered angrily out of the office. Bickard seemed pledsed when Mao T*pnn made the announcement' a few hours later. j His secretary was weighing him. "What' do you intend to do about ItF * "Call their bluff," grinned Casey showing teeth tobacqo had not had t chance to spoil. "Boycott them." 1 MacLean found Wooster at the river bank with Tom Hardin. The two mei were watching a pile-driver set a re ' ? ? * He Found Wooater at the River Bank I \ h ' hellions pile. Two new trestles wer< . to supplement the one which had been j bent out of line by the weight of set tilng a rut. Marsnairs pian was oeing followed, though jeered at by reclama' tion men and the engineers of the D. B. company. "Stop the mattress weaving and damp like hell!" had been his orders. t "Boycott the Indians, well Tm blowed," the beady eyes sparkled at Hardin.' "Now he's cut his own throat" "By the eternal ! swore Hardin. MacLean left the two engineers matchjing oaths. } There was an ominous quiet the next , iday. Not an Indian offered'to work at J the river., A .f^w stolid bucks came to .'their tasks on Tuesday morning; they !were told by Rlckard himself that I there was no work for them, Rlckard i appeared ignorant of the antagonism of the engineers. ! An unfathered rumor started that : Rlckard was In with the Reclamation . ;Service men; that he wanted the work I .to fail; to be adopted by the Service.! MacLean broke a lance or two against > 'the absurd slander. He was making jtne discovery that adman's friendship r- ;for a man may be deeper than a man's love for a woman. He was a Rlckard iman. He was made to feel the re proach of It. ' Wednesday not an Indian reported. Coronel passed from camp to camp, his advice unpopular. Scouts sent out J to watch the work on the river reportled It was crippled. The white man ;wouia oe senaing xor tne inaian soon. tThe waiting braves1 sat on their jhaunches, grinning and smoking their pipes. j Saturday night the camp went gloomily to bed. On the Indian side 1 there was no revel, no feasting or dancing. 4 ! RIckdrd did not turn In until after midnight, planning alternatives. He was sleeping hard when MacLean, at dawn, dashed into his tent. "Quick, what does this mean?" It was a splendid spectacle, and staged superbly. For background, the sharp-edged mountains flushing to pinks and purples against a one-hued sky; the river-growth of the old channel uniting them, blotting out miles of desert into a flat scene. On the opposite bank of the New river, five hundred strong, lined up formidably, their faces grotesque and ferocious with paint, were the seven tribes. The sun's rays glinted up from their firearms, shotguns, revolvers, Into a motley of defiance! Cocopahs, * with streaming, hair, blanketed Navajos, short-haired PImas, those In front reining In their silent pinto ponies^ and all motionless, silent in that early morning light u "What does It. mean?" whispered /ER 1i H AIKEN MacLean. TRickard did not answer. He had one nauseous instant as he looked towar^ Innes* tent. Then he broke into laughter. "See, the white horse, no, In front?" "By .jove," 'MacLean slapped his thigh. "Coronel! They had me buffaloed. What do-you think it is?" Eickard stepped out into the wash of morning air and waved a solemn salute across the river. ' Gravely it was' returned by Coronel. "What does it mean?" demanded MacLean. ; / "It means we've won," chuckled his chief, coming bacK into his tent. An hour later Coronel led in a picked group of the tribes. If the white chief would recall the boycott the Monday strike was over. The white man's silver had won. 1 J. CHAPTER XXXII. * The White Night "Lord, Tm tired," groaned Rickard, stumbling into camp, wet to the skin. "Don't you say letters to me, Mac. Tm going to bed. Tell Ling I don't want any dinner. He'll want to fuss up something. I don't want to 6ee food." The day, confused and jumbled, burned across his eyeballs; a turmoil of bustle and hurry of insurrection. He had made a swift stand against that He was to -be minded to the last manJack of them, or anyone would go, his thveat including the engineers, Silent, Irish, "Wooster, Hardin himself. This was no time for factions, for leader feeling. In bed, the day with Its irritations fell away. He could eee now the step ahead that had been taken; the last trestle was ? done; the rock-pouring well on; he called that going some! He felt pleasantly languid, but not yet sleepy. His thought wandered over the resting camp. And then Innes Hardin came to him. Not herself, but as a soft little thought which came creeping around the corner of his dreams. She had been there, of course, all day, tucked away in his mind, as though in his home waiting for him to come back to her. wen rr frnm nrlflra of the dflV. The way he would come home to her. please God, some day. Not bearing his burdens to her, he did not believe In that, but asking her diversions. Contentment spread her soft wings over him. He fell asleep. Rlckard wakened as to a call. What had'startled him? He listened, raising himself by his elbow. From a distance, a sweet high voice, unreal In Its a iv-mi AfimA fn piiuu turn lliriuiu& quaut^ vw\uw him. It was Godfrey, somewhere on the levee, singing by the river. It brought him again to Innes Hardin. He palled aside his curtain wltfcb hung over the screening of his tent anfe looked oat into a moon-flooded world. Rlckard's eyes fell on a little tent over yonder, a white shrine. "White as that fine sweet soul of hers!" Wandering Into the night, Godfrey passed down the river, singing. His voice, the footlights, the listening great audiences were calling to him. Tq him, the moon-flooded levee, the glistening water, made a star-set scene. He was treading the boards, the rushing waters by the bank gave the orchestration for his melody?"La Donna e Mobile." He began It to Gerty Hardin; she would hear It in her tent; she would take It as the tender reproach he had teased herewith that afternoon In the ramada. He gave for encore a ballad long forgotten; he had pulled It back from the cobwebs of two decades; he had made It his own. "But, my darling, you will be, Ever young and fair to me." It came, the soaring voice, to Tom Hardin, outside Gerty's tent on his lonely cot. He knew that song. Disdained by his wife, a pretty figure a man cuts! If his wife, can't stand him, who can? He wasn't good enough for her. He was rough. His life had kept him from fitting himself to her taste. She needed people who could A-"- "i-- f?? .1 j -J in? n ill in iiKe nii'Karu, nn.tr uuuucjr. People, other people, might misconstrue her preferences. He knew they were not flirtations; she needed her kind. She would always keep straight; she was straight as a whip. Life was as hard for her. as It was for him; he could feel sorry for her; his pity was divided between the two of them, the husband, the wife, both lonely In their own way. On the other side of the canvas walls, Gerty Hardin lay listening to the message meant for her. The fickle sex, he had called hers; no constancy In woman, he had declared, fondling her hair. He had tried to coax her into pledges, pledges which were also disavowal to" the man outside. Silver threads! Age shuddered at her threshold. She hated that song. Cruel, life had been to her; none of its promises had been kept To. be happy, why, that was a human's birthright; grab it, that was her creed! There was a chance yet; youth had not gone. He was singing It to her, her escape1? "Darling, you will be, Ever young and fair to me." Godfrey, singing to Gerty Hardin, had awakened the camp. Innes, In her tent, too, was listening. "Darling, you will be, Ever young and fair to mel** So that Is the miracle, that wild rush of certain feeling! Yesterday, doubting, tomorrow, more doubts?but tonight, the song, the night Isolated them, herself and Rickard, into a world of their own. Life with him on any terms she wanted. CHAPTER XXXIII. me Battle In the Night. Gathering on the bank were the camp groups to watch the last stand of the river against the rock bombardment Molly Silent had , crept down from the Crossing, full of fears. Out there, somewhere on the trestles, on one of those rock cars, was her Jim. She sat on the bank by Innes and Mrs. Marshall. % Mrs. Hardin, floated by In her crisp muslins. A few feet behind stalked Godfrey, his eyes on tl?e pretty figure by his side. Innes turned from his look, abashed as though she had been peering through a locked door. Gayly, with a .fluttering of raffles, Gerty established herself on the bank, a trifle out of hearing distance. A hard little smile played on the lips accented with Parisian rouge. The childish expression was gone; her look accused life of having trifled with her. But fhey would see? "Don't look so unhappy, dearest," whispered the man at her side. 'Tin going to make you happy, dear I" She flushed a brilliant, finished smile at him. Yes, she was proud of him. He satlsfl^fi her sense of romance, or would, later, when she| was away from here, a dull pain pricking at her deliberate planning. Godfrey found her apung, young and distracting. His lie had been hungry, too; the wife, up there in Canada somewhere, had never understood him. Godfrey was ambitious, ambitious as she ;wa& She would be his wife; she would see the cities of the world with him, the welcomed, wife of Godfrey; she would share the plaudits his wonderful voice won. i, i v His eyes were on her now, she knew, questioning, not quite sure of her. Sb? had worried him yesterday becaus? she woufd/not pledge herself to marrji | him if he sued for his divorce. She had told him to ask her that after th? courts had set him free. She could ( not have him sure of her. I An exclamation from him recalled her. She found that he was no longer staring at her; his eyes were fixed on i the trembling structure over which s , "battleship," laden with rock, was creeping. "I want to stay with you, you know that dearest Bu]t it doesn't feel right to see them all Working like niggers ' i * *r A 11 l.jon uuu me louuug nere. xuu ouu u miuui Oh, no, Gerty did not mind ! She was tired, anyway! She was going : back to her tent! He thrust a yellow paper Into her hands. "I sent that off today. Per; haps you will be gla'd?", 1 She flung another of her Inscrutable i smiles at him, and went up the bank, the paper unread In her hands. The long afternoon wore away. They i 'were now dynamiting the largest rocks on the cars before unloading them. I mi. ~ i i.. j. ij i. ft. ~ 1 xne zieavy iouus couiu uoi oe emyueu f quickly enough. Not dribbled, the rock, but dumped simultaneously, else tl\e gravel and rock might be washed down stream faster than they could be put together. Many cars must be un-! loaded at once; the din on Silent's train was terrific. His crew looked! like devils, drenched from the spray which rose fr6m the riyer each time the rock-pour began; blackened by the smoke from the belching engine. The river was ugly in Its tfrath. It was humping itself for its final stand against the absurdity of human intention; its yellow tail swished through the bents of the trestle. The order came for more speed. Rickard moved from bank to raft; knee deep In water, screaming orders i through the din; directing the gftngB; speeding the rock trains. Hardin oscillated between the levee and dams, taking orders, giving orders. His energy was superb. It had grown dark, 'but nq one yet had thought of the lights, the great Wells' burners stretched across the channel. Suddenly, the lights flrired out brightly. Not one of those who labored or watched ^vould ever forget that night The spirit of recklessness entered even into the stolid native. The men of the Reclamation forgot this was not their enterprise; the Hardin faction' jumped to Rickard's orders. The watchers, on the bank sat tense, thrilled out of recognition of aching muscles, or the midnight creeping chill. No one would go home. ! * To Innes, the struggle was rested In two men, Blckard running down i yonder with that light foot of his, and Hardin with the fighting mouth tense. And. somewhere, she remembered, working with the rest, Was Estrada. Tho^e three were fighting , for thejustl, ficatlon of a vision?an idea was at stake, a hope for the future. Rickard passed and repassed her. And had not seen her! Not during those hours would he think of her, not until the Idga failed^ qt w?s trlum nam Xnnd jo b0i^obqa eqj jsojbsb 93bj s}j loads ;j sb )q8pi ?BIR B 8bm U03BJQ ?ip ! jb3 ,69001 ai ibthjhb papanoM. ? jo ?20 5SB[ atfl 9^1 II peponos jboj sji *jd -4H ;oB^nt *1* Xq paopS sba jojod B 'ujtfj stbav ^doj aq} djaqm. saflsaj} soj -jjsajo aqj jgop&B JqapM. Jiaq} paimq JhTTSU /IMOTS 'BJ31BM. 0O1 atnn TTDBTT apis-trem etR oj jjpaJD b Sang jj 30 ox) snopJBZBq jsqj ssojdb pennd aajSaa Sajqopq b earn qaBg *pajpora i3Aaaoj topi 3tR jo p3jn;(lB0 eq pinofc. jsajj eqj passBd sanoq ^aura aaojag iBinip cqj paBMo; paAOca Btnsjp aqj '^iqjsjA jpq joj jjooi oj t^n>ag_gjnoM ^rroqd (To Be Continued Tuesday.) ' VVVVVVVVVWVVVVK V * V COLD SPRING NEWS. \ v V t. v VVVVVVVVVVVVA vvv l r> i Cold Springs, May 7.?Mr. Marvin King spent Saturday night with Mr. Roy McCombs. . , Mrs. D. E. Newell 5s spending ^xrrvnpr ,, ?** ~ . gsvctff^jS^ , " ' ' r ? .?...: ; 1 reale: city property. Thei i 100 ACRE TRACT?-Six and ?ne-half miles from Abbeville in Sharon neighborhood; close to school and church. Three-room house' and barn. Price p?r acre $32.80. 82 ACRE TRACT OF LAND? 4 miles south of Abbeville. Tenant house, barn, 8 or 10 acres of fine branch bottoms, 35 acres in cultivation, balance in woods both pine and ash. Rented for this year. Near school house. Price per acre $20.00 LOT?on South Bide ol town, 150x150 feet. Price, $150.00 156 ACRE TRACT?Located 4 miles Southeast of Abbeville S. C. Six room dwelling, 3room tenant house, barn. About 2-horse farm rented for this year. Good bottom land, plenty ashe wood and timber. Price - $4,400. TWO GOOD RESIDENCES? on North Main Street, for sale( Ask for priceB. | TWO STORY DWELLING?6I room, hall, electric lights and fl , sewerage,/ 5 minutes walk H } from square. Bargain at I, ? $1,250.00 ? I BLOWOl ^ dcTnot ruin tires if properly re O Let us examine and' advis< casings. 1 * * Tube repairing, 25e? tqf>; < MARTIN ? AtGtj some time with her daughter, Mrs Otis Smith. ' " t , Miss Euphemia and Mr. Johnnl Uldrick of Bethlehem, worshipped a Long Cane Sunday and dined wit! their uncle, Mr. B. A. Uldrick. <r t k Mrs. Albert Muller, of Abbeville is spending a few days with Mrs. An drew Newell. Miss Eunice Uldrick spent th week-end with home people and ha as her guests, Misses Virginia Bosle r ' 3UTit flush up to Prince , happiness than you ever befc it your smokeappetlte like kids mdandiest flavor and coolness gainst! { Just What a whale of joy Prir 3 find out the double-quickest 1 : down how you could smol Dngue bite or parching.. Our uts out bite and parch. Dnnli/rfl tttVi nf if txrAiilrl fnnon 4-> ivccuuic wiiai 11 vvvuiu uiccui i< ipe or the papers every once eat the cards! Without a cc ood you feel like you'd just hav L J. Reynolds Tobacco Comj: STATE, i ie are good investments ' i 1 1 S * ' 120 ACRES?Four miles South East of Abbeville, dwelling, tenant Muse, well, 500 cords wood,- some saw timber. Cheap at ?.$17.50 p?r acre. 166 ACRES?6 miles from Abbeville. Good dwelling, barn tenant house, located in Lebanon section, close to school and church. Price per acre -$30.00 FOR QUICK SALE?120 Acre Tract of Land 2 miles from town, with a six room dwelling, barn, good pasture, enough to pasture 40 head of cattle. Rents for 5 bales coti.? o_j ten nn D__ A ... tuii. rnce fvv.vv a cr nvio 5-ROOM DWELLING? On South Main Street, at Cotton Mill.' Price, ' $1,100.00 List Your Property Rent or 1 Jno. h Si Abbeville, - - . ...if - !. . JTS 1 ^ vi ' . paired.* jjjg ' i-f"' . u< . e you before throwing away your 1 ' * ' i%. ' +' Saaings; 50c. up.': ' - i: md PENNAL. Garagf. " ; .. .. f ' , " i. and Fannie Mae Hiinday. o4t "Watt*, r Mr. Dickie Ellis; spent * Saturday e night with' Mr. -Pfital Marin. * r t Mrs. Mattie Bovsfin, is spending & h fpw Hnva witTi 1i?r dsncrhtpr*. Mrs. Tj F. and Mrs. B. A. Uldrick.'-. I >, Miss Belle Winn is spending a fewH i- days-with her sister, Mrs.-Tom Coch-Bj ran. . e' - Miss Ola Winn spent ' Saturday* d night fat the home of Rev.H. D. Cor-H r bett. . - ,w i ;A; , . ; ii1 'v beft to produce more smoke I recollected! P. A.'s built to I \ fit your hands 1 It has the and fragrance you ever ran I ice Albert really is you want thing you db next. And; put ' ce P. A. for hours without M exclusive patented process I o get set with a joy'us jimmy B and a while. Arid, puff to Hj unebackl' Why, P. A. is so I a <V/I* tW/ii c iu cai uiai ao^toui auiu&ct any, Winston-Salem, N. G H - 1 vt for immediate sale H allowing country and H ?Ask About Them Dj m 5-ROOM COTTAGE? Right at H High School, on Parker St H Lot 80x198. Mi Pric, ' $1,600.00. 36 ACRE?Tr^ct of land, 8 1-2 miles from Hodges, 8 miles * from Abbeville, good dwelling, barn and outhouses. Price, $1,680.00 43 ACRE TRACT?2 1-2 miles I I from town, 1-horse farm . < open, dwelling, Dam, gooa well, good bottom and pasture lands. Party that buys gets 2 bales cotton rent Price, per acre, - $35.00 GOOD RESIDENCE?Close in, HH 4 large rooms, hall and kit- Hj^a chen. Worth $2,000.00, will Hflfl sell for $1,650.00. H9 With Me! for Sale, Exchange. Hj txf MM utherlandl ' - ' - South Carolina. H| t H \^HH H