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The Man From Yonder V'4 By HAROLD TITUS Copyright 1M8-19M, Harold Tltui. WNU Service. SYNOPSIS Ben Klllott ? from "Yonder" ? arrives At the little lumbering town of Tlncup accompanied by Don Stuart, old, very alck man, whom he haa befriended. lie slgnallcea hla coming by defeating Bull Duval, "king of the river," and town bully, In a log-blrllng contest. Nicholas Brandon the town'a leading oltlsen, resents Stuart'a presence. lie trlaa to fore* him to leave town and Elliott, resenting the act, knocks him down. Elliott Is arrested. He finds a friend In Judge Able Armitage. The judge hires him to run the one lumber oamp, the Hoot Owl, that Brandon has not been able to grab. This belongs to Dawn McManua, daughter of Brandon'a old partner, who haa disappeared with a murder charge hanging over hla head. CHAPTER III ? Continued ? s Without stopping even for his enp Ben stepped out and crossed to the men's camp. He did not burst Into the place, but opened the door casually and slipped Inside. In the center of the room; close by the heating stove above which socks bung from drying racks, stood Bull Du val. His cap was tilted on Ills head, he leaned backward from his hips, In his uplifted right hand was a quart whisky bottle nearly full and his voice bellowed the words of a woods classic. In the far end of the room a half dozen men were huddled. From sev eral upper bunks concerned faces watched the Bull. The men were dear ly afraid, certain that this hilarity was only a prelude to a melee In which heads would be broken and bodies bruised. The swaying of Duval's body, as be moved to the measure of the ballad, j brought him facing the doorway. Ben Elliott stepped forward two or three paces and stood watching him. I His gaze was steady, and In his eyes I danced a warning ttame. The Bull broke short his song. "Good day, Mister Elliott !" he said beavlly, In mock respect. "1 heerd you was th' new boss Hoot Owl and Ukely you're lookln' fer good men. Here's one, Elliott. Here's th' best man you'll get a chanct to hire uutll th' next blue snow 1" Ben, heedless of the Increased ten sion which showed on the faces of the onlookers, crossed the floor slowly. "You want to work for me, Duval?" he asked. "Think I come over to spark you?" the other countered Insolently. "Have a drink 1" He extended the bottle, holding It In his great hand, grinning at Ben. "In the first place, I don't want to hire you," Elliott said. t "In (lie second, there's no hooch allowed In this camp." He snatched the bottle, swung and sent It crashing against the stove. For a brief moment the hiss of Its contents against scorching metal had the place while the Bull's head thrust slowly for ward and his small eyes grew red with rage. His lip drew buck, exposing yel low teeth. "Will you walk out, Duval?" Ben asked. "Or do you want me to throw you through the door?" "Throw me out?" Duval cried thick ly. "Throw me out? Why, kid, th' best day you ever seen you couldn't ? " He got Just that far In his boast. His hands had knotted into great fists, his body swayed, but before he could strike that first blow or fall Into that Initial clinch or carry out whatever plan of attack had formed In his truc ulent mind, knuckles bashed Into his Hps, driving the words back Into his teeth. It was a hard blow, with everything Bon Klllott had from knuckles to ankle put behind ltB drive. The saeagery with which he struck threw Ben oft his own balance, but hard as he had hit, quick as he had been, the blow^was not enough to put Duval down. He closed with a roar, one great arm clamped about Elliott's waist, the other hand smearing across Elliott's face, shoving Ben's head backward as the fingers sought the eyes. Ben twist ed away from that menace of gouging, ?trained against thnt crushing embrace and struck hastily with both hands. But the Bull's chin was safe against bis own shoulder, his forehead burrow ing Into Elliott's chest Tor protection and not until Ben lifted his knee with a drive like that of a piston did Duvnl Jet go. lie reeled backwnrd then, cursing Inarticulately, panting and heaving forward again from his spiked stance on the rough floor as he struck with all his might. His blow went home, a ?tinging, crushing Impact on Ben's fcheek bone and "Duval's great weight followed, hearing the other to the floor, fist on his back. The Bull spread arms and legs In ? smothering sprawl aa he went down but bofore he could pin Ben close and helpless he was wriggling, threshing over, eluding s b?od which clawed for his thront, grasping Duval's leg, lifting, straining, finally throwing him off, lurching to hla knees and fhen got to his feet, pitching forward off balance as he ran, and coming to a halt against the feunka, # Ha faced about sharply to see Dtivsl atandlng, blood on his month, bent for ward, arma hooked and extended, like Minna great ) tingle creature stirred to killing fury. ?Iltott did not try to elude him. With a grunt he charged, head down, one arm before his face, the other drawn back, and when he struck the sound was like that of a club on a quarter of beef. The blow spun Duval half about and the next rocked him. He grappled for Ben, but Ben was gone. He rushed for Ben but Ben sidestepped and struck Duval as he lurched past. The Bull gave up trying to elope. He struck out. now, with renewed sav agery as they stood toe-to-toe for a moment. He dodged a brace of drives which, It seemed, would have felled a horse, so great was the effort behind them, and then, feinting, sent In a slashing uppercut. The great fist landed squarely oa the point of Ben's Jaw, lifted him from his feet and sent him reeling, clawing the air, over on his back again. Elliott was dazed by that blow. Bells clanged thunderously In his ears and lights flashed and dickered before his eyes but as he crashed down to the floor Bird-Eye's voice, shrill and frantic, cut through the fog that had folded over him: "Th* hoots! . . . Th' boots!" i Boots, yes. Bull Duval did not fling himself on his prostrate adversary, this time. Erect, he strode forward two measured paces . . . three, and on the fourth he bent backward from the hips, lifted Ills right foot and raked it out before him ; raked those many spikes In the sole straight at the face of his fallen adversary. "** But his river boot only swung across the place where a face had been. One lone spike ripped the skin over the cheek bone; a companion left a bright red trace. Ben had Jerked his head sideways, moved It that quarter Inch which left his face still a face and not a mass of raw flesh ribbons. Duval teetered on his left foot, hop ping for balance and cursing because he had missed, as Ben, reeling to his feet, shouted: "Keep out! My fight 1" He had seen, as he came erect, Bird-Eye Blaine leap for the wood box and grasp the heavy Iron poker. "My fight I" he re peated and his hoarse voice was com manding. Bird-Eye fell back, clinging to the poker, lips moving. It was Elliott's flght, Indeed. He had seen many men flght before, had Bird-Eye Blaine; born to a rough life, he had lived It fully. He had seen countless battles but never had he witnessed such a fury as Ben Elliott loosed then. He drove out with both fists, heed less of defense, blind to Duval's counter offensive. He shouted as he struck. He used a knee to break another hold, he bit when Duval tried to throttle him with the grip of both hands, He danced as the Bull sought to trample Tne Bull Gave Up Trying to Close. his feet with his river calks, aivl *11 the time he was striking. Again and again his hard knuckles found their mark. t A bench wont over as they waltzed Into It. Their combined weight, crash lnK against the hunks an Duval tried desperately to clinch again, smashed an upright and sent men In the upper deck scurrying. Dust rose thickly. The Rink wns ripped from Its place as Men drove the Hull Into If with a body blow, and a chair was wrecked as Duval caught by another punch, went over It backward with a crash. Hen stood still, spread legged, breathing 4tnrd, hands swinging In a swift rhythm of rage. "Oct op I" he panted. "(Jet up! I've on!y started I" Duval rolled over, his back to Klllott, and shoved himself to his feet.' Not until ">e had risen and faced about did the other move. Then he closed with another of those flying rushes, with one drive pinned Duval against the wall, with another sent his head crash Ing against the window frame. The Bull gave a bubbling roar and tried to grapple. His hands were struck down. He swung mightily, slow ly, and missed, and as he went by, off balance, a chopping stroke on the back of the head floored him. Again Klllott waited. ?*0#t aplH he cried thickly. "Oet up, Duval, and take the rest I" The other started to move, looking over his shoulder with one eye that remained open. He saw a tall, supple young man, hair awry, shirt ripped open from neck to belt, cheek bleeding, Jaws set, stand there swinging one fist as though the knuckles were wild to strike again. He sank back to the floor, shuddering. On that Elliott relaxed and moved close. "Enough?" he asked, sharply, prod ding the Bull with a toe of his pac. Duval moaned and shook his head. He made as If to rise again and Ben stepped back, giving him every chance. A mutter arose behind him. ?Finish ? th' !" a man cried. But the boss at Hoot Owl would not do that. He asked no odds. The Bull did not get to his feet. He started to. drew one knee beneath him, heaved and then sank back to a hip. He swore heavily and hung his head, propping his rorso by both great hnnds spread wide on the floor. "Through, Duval?" Ben asked and it seemed as though his bruised and bat tered face tried to twist In a grin. The other gave no Intimation of having heard. "There's more on tap. Or have you got enough?" And then, when no reply came Elliott stooped, grasped the Bull's shirt In his hands and half lifted him. "Let go!" the mnn blurted. "Let go or I'll ? " He tried to twist away, tried to strike Ben's legs, but his strength was gone, beaten from his great body. He was dragged across the floor, river boots trailing over the boards, straight to the doorway. With one foot Elliott kicked open the portal and with a heave flung Duval, the Tlncup terror, Into the trampled snow outside. A half hour later Bull Duval, who had washed his bleeding head and faeo In the horse trough against the shout ed protests of Bird-Eye Blaine that it would be unfit thereafter for his teams to drink from, shoved himself erect and wiped trembling hands on bis mncklnaw. The door of the van opened and Elliott emerged. He walked straight to the bully and examined his visible Injuries critically. "Fair Job." he said, as though to himself, and grinned. "A fair Job, Duval. But remember this: If you ever set one of your feet in this camp again, or on any operation where I'm In charge, I'll give you a licking you'll remember I" The Bull whimpered. "I know when I got enough," he said and his one serviceable yet blood-shot eye searched Elliott's countenance. "I . . . I didn't mean no harm," he whined. "I was drunk." "No, you weren't drunk. If you'd been drunk I wouldn't have hit you. You knew what you were doing. Now, Duval, why'd you come out here this morning? Who sent you?" Duval looked away. "Nobody," he said weakly. "I got drunk. But . . . but If you're needin' a man, I can work for a better man , thnn I am." . Ben shook his head. "No use, chum. You're going to tell me why you came and who sent you. Was It Brandon?" "No" ? evasively. "Sure? How much did he give you to come here? Or are you on the pay roll to do such chores?" "II ? 1, he didn't ? " "You're a worse llor than you are a fighter by a mile or two. Duval. Mino was a good guess, wasn't It? What were his orders?" "Well, he said If I didn't that he'd ? " "Good ! That's all I wont to know. There's the road. And you can take tills little message with you to Bran don: Tell him that he needs to send more and better men here the next time. And as for you: I hire no men who can be hired to fight another rnon's bottles. Make tracks, Duval!" It was n week later. Old Don Stuart, propped on pillows In the nnrrow, cell-like room of Joe I'lerte'R hotel, listened to the colorful account thot Bird-Eye Blaine, with many gestures ond considerable pro fanity, rendered for him of what had transpired ot Hoot Owl since Ben El liott hod token charge of the opera tlon. "? . . 'nd so he's got th' mill crew a-wnrrkln' their hlessld heads oft for him 'nd 's got flint ragged pants gang av beet-weeders 'nd hoy pitchers thut passes fer a loggln' crew doln' more'n they've evlr done In their lazy lolves before I" "flood," gasped Stuart feebly and tried t? smile, "(lood boy. But . . . he's young and . . alone ngolnst Brondon. It'll be . . . thnt hard nut he . . . wns lookln' for." "Harrd?" Bird-Eye glared nt him. "Harrd! Th' harrder they come, fh' l>ettor pleosed he Is I Sure 'nd he'? * glutten fer work, Donny I 'Nd th' snlnts, they have n finger Into ut, too, him a-comln' Just whin they'd got pore owld Able licked. It'll be n tough folght *r I'm n had guesser, but d ? n mo eyes, whut s folghter th' lad Is!" A restless light appeared In Don's eyes and his thin old hands fidgeted nervously with the blanket*. "A tough fight . . . Oh. he don't know . . . Bird-Eye, what he's up against." He struggled to sit erect and his eyes shone brightly with an odd sort of desperation. "If Brandon can't . . . drive him out . . . one way or another . . . he'll kill him." He gasped and swallowed, evidently making a great effort to talk rapidly. "I'm a coward. Bird-Eye. . . . Been a d ? n coward . . . for years. I've been . . . afraid to tell . . . while I lived. Now . . . I'm afraid to die with It . . . on my soul !'' ? He panted and Blaine looked In alarm at his friend as these lasr words took on significance for him. "Lay back, Donny. Dawn't git yer self excited, b'y. . . . Coward? Naw, ye're no coward !" He grasped the sick man by the shoulders and tried gently to force him back on the pillows but the old fellow resisted. "Can't die. . . . Can't . . . with It on . . . my soul !" he gasped and MGet . . . Paper." lifted a face stamped with strange ap peal to the little man. Bird-Eye stood back, solemn and worried, scratching his head. "Somethln' troublln' ye, Donny?" he asked soothingly. The other made a feeble gesture with one hand. "A man's got ... to fight fire with . . . tire. Brandon'll get him . . . unless he . . . unless . . He put a hand to his throat and moved his uplifted chin from side to side as though strangling. "Want to write . . . a letter, Bird-Eye. Oet . . . paper. Eight . . . fire with tire!" This was obviously no whim of a sick man. Ills necessity was not cloar to Blaine but the other knew old Don was gripped by a burning conviction and hastened to ease his mind. "Lay back, Donny. lie still, now 1 I'll get ye things, but kepc quiet, mon, kape quiet 1 ? Saints, but ye upset a mon carryln' on so, ye do!" He hurried down the stairs, secured writing materials and, from the table In the little ofllce picked up a mail-or der-house catalogue. With these he ascended to the sick room again, taking the steps two at a time. "Here ye are I Book to wroite on, paper, t-nvllope, pencil. . . . I'll sit by ye, Donny." Stuart did not start to write at once. He sat staring straight before him In quandary, and then lifted his gaze to the little man who stood at his bedside. "I'd like to be . . . alone, Bird Eye," he said In a faint whisper. "I've been alone . . . with It so long . . . I think better alone." The other shrugged. TO nK CONTINUED Keeshonden Thought Great Granddaddy of All Poms Except for his silver-gray coat of black tipped hair and his greater size, the Keeshonden too closely resembles the more popular Pomeranian to ques tion their relationship. It Is not ar all unlikely that he Is the great grand daddy of all Poms, which the German* prefer to call "toy spitz." Previous to their reduction to present-day dlmlnu tlve proportions, the Porn appeared In size more nearly approacl Ini: the IH inch shoulder height of the Keeshon den, writes an authority In the L>o? Angeles Times. Both descended from the Siberian strains of northern dogs . . . prick eared and enrryliiK bushy tails ovet the back , . . originated In Ger many. The Keeshonden Is established an one of that country's oldest breeds dating back to the year 1552. Identical are the characteristics of faithfulness. Intelligence, watchfulnewt their wariness of strangers end friendliness to those they love. Their wedge-shaped fox like head In framed In a lion like bushy mane. The nos? of the Keeshonden Is black, shining from a dark masked (but not black.' muzzle, and the dark eyes, rlmuxvt with light-colored hnlr. The tall, ear rled In s curl to right or left over th? back, Is white tipped. In profile M Is s square dog. Hardy end able to withstand al kinds of weather, he readily ?4apt himself to any environment. IMPROVED UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL SUNDAY I chool Lesson (Br RWV. P. B. FITZWATER, D D? Member of faculty, Moody Blbl* Institute x>f Chicago.) ?. Western Newspaper Union. Lesson for March 10 PETER PREACHES TO GENTILES LESSON TEXT ? Acts 10:1-11:18. GOLDEN TEXT? Of a truth 1 per ceive God la no respecter of persons: but In every nation he that feareth him, and worketh rlghteou.sne.-s is ac cepted with him. Acts 1 0 : C 4 1?. PRIMARY TOPIC? Peter Learn* 'P. at God Loves Everybody. JUNIOR TOPIC ? Peter Learn* Some thing New. INTERMEDIATE AND SKNIOP. TOP IC ? The Gospel for All. YOUNG PEOPLE AND A I l.T T. MMO ? ?Overcoming Racial and N it <>nal Prej udices. The missionary program of the I church having broadened to include the Samaritans in Philip's preaching In ] Satnuria. we see In this lesson the pro pram still widening and embracing tho Gentiles. Throuph the conversion of Cornelius, the middle wm l J of par tition was broken down (Kph. 2:1-1). I. The Man Cornelius (P?:l, 2). 1. His official position (v. 1). He | was a centurion, a Roman ofllcer over a company of one hundred soldiers. 2. llis character (v. a. "A de vout man." h. A bcnevo'ent man. c. I A praylnp man. d. 1 I ighly respected ' by his family. The Lord chose Cornelius as the channel of tho transition of the pospel to the Gentiles because of his character ! and position. II. Supernatural Preparation for tho Transition of the Gospel to tho Gentiles (10:3-3."). In order to bring this ah.?ut, ob serve : 1. Two visions were pivi'ii. a. The vision of Cornelius (vv. 3-*>). While enpaped in prayer, an angel of God Instructed him to set. 1 to Joppa for Peter, who would tell him what to do. Cornelius sent at once for I'etor. b. The vision of Peter (vv. 0-10). Willie Peter was praying (v. 0) ho saw a certain vessel containing clean and unclean animals let down from heaven, and beard the command. "Rise. Peter; kill, and eat." Peter protested that he had never eaten any unclean thins:. God replied, "What God hath demised, that call not thou common." This v.-s sel, let down and taken ha.-k indicated that both .Tews and Cent lies were ac- I cepted on hiph. 2. A messenper sent from Cornelius 1 (vv. 17-22). I'eter was greatly per- j plexed over what he had .seen, but not for lonp. for a messenger from Cor- | nelltis made inquiry at the gate for I him. The Spirit informed I'eter of the ' matter and hade him po. nothing doubt ing. 3. The meetinp of Cornelius and Pe ter (vv. 23-33). a. Peter took six witnesses alonp (v. 23 cf. 11:12). In a mailer of so preat importance he must have wit nesses. b. Cornelius waiting for Peter (v. 24) called together his kinsmen and near friends. 1 c. Cornelius, about to worship Peter (vv. 2.~>. 20), was told by Peter that he i himself was hut a man. d. The reciprocal explanation (vv. | 27-33). Peter explained bow God had taken from him his Jewish prejudices. Cornelius explained how Cod bad In structed h i in to send for Peter. III. Peter's Sermon (vv. 34-43). 1. The Introduction (vv. rt4. ,T">) showed that God Is no respecter of per sons (see Golden Text). 2. Ills discourse (vv. 80-13) touches briefly upon the mission of Jesus, show ing that he was qualified for bis work as a Mediator. He then exhibited the work of Christ. a. In his life (vv. 3030). jfe went about doing pood, even casting out demons, as a proof of the fact that God was with him (v. 3S). h. In his death (v. 30). The Just suffered for the unjust that he might bring us to Cod (I pet. 8:18). c. In his resurrection (vv. <10, 41). God raised hltn up the third day, show Ing openly that Christ was his Son (Rom. 1:4) and that his sacrificial work was satisfactory (Rom. 4 :2.">). In this discourse Peter sefj forth (I) The bas^r of salvation -the sac rificial death of Christ (vv "!?. 40) ('.>) The scop* of salvation "whosoever" (v. 4.!). C.\) The method appropriat ing salvation ? "bellevet h on him" (v 4.".). IV. The New Pentecost (v\. II IS) As the gospel was entering upon "s Widest embrace the Holy Spirit came In new power. V. Peter Vindicates His Ministry to the Gentiles (11:1 1H) . P.elng called to account for visiting anil eating with Gentiles Peter's de fense took the fort;. of logical argu ment, showing how Cod had set bin seal on the work by the miraculous gift of the ."ipirlt. 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