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The Man From Yonder By HAROLD TITUS Copyright 192S-1934, Harold Titu*. WNU Service. CHAPTER VII ? Continued ?11 ? Elliott had her wide open, now, and the loads, on that grade, ran easily despite the binding cold In their Jour nal*. The rock and pitch of tho en gine were beyond belief. It seemed as though Its weight must carry the light steel from irs spikes as the careening threw tons of strain first one way and then the other. The curve at the trestle's approach rushed up the valley toward him and through Elliott's mind swam all man ner of misgivings. It seemed at the moment that If by any freak chance the wheels should stay on the rails, then those rails must surely give be fore the strain that the train's flight would exert as It took that curve. He threw one quick glance backward ro see Tim Jeffers crouched on his high perch as a circus rider might stand on his boldly galloping steed. The old man chewed briskly and, as he caught a flash of Ben's face, spat and made one impressive gesture with a mlttened hand, bidding the younger man get out side. Ben had done all that he could do In the cab. Nothing within his power would be of avail If they left the track and, inside, he would have no chance at all should the wild run come to Its end in the smoking waters of the river. And so he backed Into the gangway between tank and engine and slid down to the step, clinging to the hand rails, ?taring ahead, ready to ler go if the worst, and the highly probable, hap pened. The curve was there, a train's length beyond. It was there, the length of their loco motive ahead. . . . The trucks took It with a screech and a bounce and a grind. She turned sharply and Ben thought he felt her tipping, tilting, the step beneath his feet rising as the force that strove them off at a tangent as serted itself. . . . He swung far out, to give her that much more balance, and they were straightening out with the loads thundering and clanking and leaping behind and he breathed deeply, realizing that for the Interval his lungs had not functioned. Elliott looked back again, Tim's knees were bent still lower. He was leaning far to the right and he nodded sharply as if in triumph. And now they charged at the bridge, at that rough, new crossing of Hoot Owl. The engine bounced and quiv ered and seemed to stumble as she took the newly lnld track. But she slammed back to balanoe and her tires chewed the frost, and they were over and charging the rise beyond ! Ben clambered back Into the cab and tugged at the throttle, cursing because It would not open wider. He strained as though by his very posture to help the machinery meet that demand upon It. Nobly, the little locomotive breasted the rise; bravely she lunged Into that hill with the exhaust roaring fit to beat the rusted, burned stack from her. She spat cinders and smoke high Into the air and the steam clouds from leaking gaskets enveloped Elliott, curl ing about him, shutting ofT his view. They were slowing, now. The roar ing drum of the exhaust had dropped now to a sharp panting. They were half-way up before he touched the reserve levor. He let it down slowly, a notch at a time, using every last Inch of the momentum he had gained. Up, now, three-quarters of the way. Ben could see the rails on the bit of level going at the top. Up another train's length, slowing with each foot gained. Afar ofT, across the snow-blanketed country, a plume of white vapor trailed a break in the forests. That was the local, crossing the river, swinging In toward his sid ing. "Go It, girl I Oo It, girl I" he yelled at the engine, swinging one fist. She Shoved her nose over the crest, seeming to weave it from side as In distress. Her drivers slipped and spun a half turn ; caught on sand, held. Sho began a stuttering, dying pufT. The sound wavered. She seemed to stop. . ?nd cleared her cylinders with a short telch. . . . fihe was on top. Her last breath had thlrned the trick. "Hold to It, old timer I Hold to It I" Ben croaked. The first car gained the crest. The locomotive was on the down grade! DOW} the second car coming across the POak. The third car rumbled over the top and Tim Jeffers, dropping his peavey, wormed along the logs and flopped down to the brake wheel as Ben shut her off, set the brakes and with a boyish swing of one arm yanked on the whistle cord to set hor voice ?creaming. Back on the last car Tim clubbed brake wheels. Out on the first, Ben RlllOtr drove the shoe home. The an cient locomotive dug hor heels In and Mttled bsrk. Down and down they want on the frost slick steel, gather ing speed that was as alarming as the , flowing of their pace had been a mo /Jnent before. But with every train langth traveled Tim Jeffers was set ting more brakes against the humming wheals. She slid, she slipped, she squealed complained and clattered her way -down that final mile. They had her ?ader control at last and slowly they edged around the curve at the mill pond, out onto the siding and to a full stop. Ben, dropping down, ran acroBg to the main line and held up His hand. Half a mile down the track the local puffed In toward him. The whlstlo sent up Its cloud of steam at his signal, he heard the engineer shutting off and In minutes the train slid In, brakes grinding. "That stuff go?" the conductor called, swinging down from the way car. "That stuff goes!" Ben said almost reverently and turned to face Tim who was filling his pipe with unsteady hands. It was a moment for the right word. But Tim Jeffers was not a man of words; not of many words. "Well, you done It," he said simply. "Yeah. With your help." "Still needln' a camp boss?" "Badly !" "S'pose I'd do?" "Do! Lord. Tim, If?" "All right. I'm hired to get out logs ngaln. Guess I'll hit Mr. Buller for a cuppa carfee. I've rode trains now 'nd agnln, Hen, but of all the rides I've ever took that was what you might call th' dangdest!" In a Minnesota lumber town a bearded man sat near the stove in a small hotel and heard the story of what was happening In distant Tlncup. "Know him?" another listener asked the narrator. "Not the kid. I know Brandon, 'nd I know Tim Jeffers. Top loaded for him three winters. If Tim's back there's a hot scrap on and . . . gosh! but I like scraps." "Mean you're pulling for Tlncup?" "I'll say I am The bearded man cleared his throat. "You think, then, that the lad's got a chance of making It against Bran don?" he asked. "It sure looks as If he had a chance. With old Tincup shanty boys hitting back for their stamping grounds his chances are getting better. Ever been In Tlncup, Martin?" The other closed the blade of his pocket knife and pulled at the lobe of his left ear with his right hand. "I've heard of the place," he said quietly. "Better hoist your turkey aud come along with me. Likely he could find a place for a good bookkeeper." Martin smiled oddly but made no other response. In far flung camps and mill towns the story was being repeated, just Buch men were leaving Jobs and turning their faces toward Tlncup, known through the Lake states for the tyranny that Nicholas Brandon had exercised there so many years. Ben, sitting with his feet on Abie's desk In the Justice's office, grinned broadly as he told of the latest develop ments on the Job. "Sixty-four men In camp this morn "You say nice things, Ben Elliott t" "How can anyone help saying nice things to nice people?" , She made a playful mouth at him and Ben, watching her as she advanced to Abie's desk, thought again that he never had supposed women grew to such loveliness. Her errand with the old Justice was brief. She and Ben went out to gether, Dawn on her way home, Bon to finish his errands In town. At the corner where their ways part ed they stopped and Dawn hesitated In what she had been saying. Then, look ing Into his face, she asked. "Does Mr. Ben Elliott ever take tea with a young woman? You know, I am beginning to think that I like to talk to you I" "Then the risk of having it reported that I'm a lounge lizard Is as nothing." The house where Dawn lived was the house In which she had been born, a sprawling white frame structure be neath whispering hemlocks. She led Ben Into a long, low room, with wide, low windows, where a fire burned on an open hearth. The fine odor of baking bread per meated the place and as they entered Dawn lifted her voice In a light hall: "Oh-ho, Aunt Em 1" Sounds came from the rear; a door opened and closed, and then another door opened which gave Into the room where they stood, and an ample woman In a checked apron, her face flushed as by stove heat, entered hastily. "Yes, dearie ? Weill" ? stopping In surprise. "Aunt Em, this Is Mr. Elliott." "How d'y do!" Her voice was full and deep, like a man's. "I've seen you, young man, and If 1 was a hand to say what most folks say I'd tell you that I feel like we're old friends." She shook hands vigorously. "You're a big young feller, Ben Elliott I" ? eye ing him up and down. Dawn laughed again as she drew off her coat. "Don't you tell a soul, Aunt Em, but we are going to nave tea! If his shanty boys ever heard about It they might think he w.is too much civilized for them." "Pshaw ! As If what other folks think counts!" She looked narrowly at Dawn and Ben saw the girl's face change. "It's what I've told Dawn ever since Phe was little, Ben, that It's what you think about your own self that matters; not whot anybody else thinks. Well! You two set and I'll get tea." She hurried out and Ben drew up a comfortable chair before the fire. In the half hour that elapsed before the older woman returned Ben learned much about Dawn McManus. This was her house, her home. Aunt Em, then a young woman, had been house keeper there after Dawn's mother died. She had stayed on, keeping the place up through the years that Dawn was away at school, making a living for SYNOPSIS Ben Elliott ? from "Yonder" ? arrive* at the lumbering: town of Tlncup, with Hon Stuart, old, very sick man, whom he has befriended. He defeats Bull Duval, "king of the river," and town bully, In a log-blrllng contost. Nicholas Brandon, the town's leading citizen, resents Stuart's presence, trying to force him to leave town and Elliott, resenting the act, knocks him down. Elliott Is arrested and finds a friend In Judge Able Armttage. The judge hires him to run the one lum ber camp, the Hoot Owl, that Brandon has not been able to grab. This belongs to Dawn McManus, whose father has disappeared with a murdor charge hang ing over his head. Brandon sends Duval to beat up Ben, and Ben worBts him In a flst fight and throws him out of camp. Don Stuart dies, leaving a letter for Elliott "to be used when the going becomes too tough." Bon refuses to opon the letter, believing he can win the flght by his own efforts. Fire breaks out In the rrJll. Ben, leading the victorious flght against the flames, discovers the Are waR started with gasoline. Elliott gets an offer of spot cash for logs, that will pro vide money to tide him over. But a definite time limit Is set. Ben meets Dawn MoManus and d Iscovers she Is not a child, as he had supposed, but a beautiful yr.ung woman. The railroad bridge over which the Hoot Owl lumber must pass, and at once, to meet the time limit Imposed In the contract, Is blown up. By superhuman efforts Ben builds a new bridge overnight. lng," he snld. "Over thirty of 'em new and the best looking bunch of loggers I've seen since I wivr a kid." Able glanced nt n letter he had been holding. "And with the Milwaukee people standing ready to tlnance 11 R It looks as If you might, mnybe, perhaps be get ting ready to find It all down hill and shady, Hen. I think that Interesting this particular bank Is the best piece of work you've done yet." "Nothing, Able. All I had to show was what we were doing. They can't lose with the lumber behind their notes." "Unless Rrandon finds a way. "You've got to watch every loophole. Renny. And you've got too much for one man to do." "Oh, It's not that bad. Things are straightening out. Tim's a wonder; Roller Isn't missing a bet. We oughr to keep right on stepping." Ren rose to go and, as he did so, the door opened and Dawn McManua stepped In out of the lightly falling Know. "Oh I" she cried In surprise. It wan the first time she hnd seen Ren alnee that morning a mnntfc ago when he took the veneer loga on their mad ride to save the Hoot Owl operation from Immediate Insolvency. "Am I Inter- , ruptlng?" "Come In, Dawn," said Able, rising. And Rlllott aald: "If you are, It** nice to be Interrupted." She looked at him and, at first, her e^e? held that coolness which waa al most hostility hut thla melted and she smiled. herself by baking, and now that Dnwn was home again Rhe was the girl's closest friend and only confidant. "There are so many peoplo here now who are not . . . No, I'll put It the ofher way : I'm not congenial com pany for many people In this country. It Isn't their fault. It's wholly mine." Her manner, which had been easy, be gan to ptlffefi a bit, Hen thought, as though she steeled herself for an or deal. "People have a right to their opin ions, of course. Kvldence was strong against m.v father. Hut he whs no killer. Mo never harmed anyone. I'm sure of that. When people think of him as alive and a fugitive or dead ami disgraced It stirs my temper I You've heard about my father." "Of course." "Naturally, you would." They talked, after that, of personal tastes, of the glories of big country, erf the limited recreations offered by little towns. "Just the movie I Now and then there's n dance," the girl said, "but none of the boys seem to want to take me. ... It Is my fault, likely." Hhe was staring moodily Into the fire. "I frighten them away. Mr. Rrandon asks me to go to the movie now and then but ... I don't know . . MRo Rrandon wants to amuse you, does he?" "Yes. He's been awfully kind to me. Always. Of course, 1 know that Able and a lot of people think he's after the Hoot Owl and Is quite rufhless about It but they can prove nothing. He was so good to me when I wan little and talks so reasonably to me now that I can't believe their suspicions are well founded. Still . . . Things do seem to happen at Hoot Owl. Mr. Brandon's explanation of the fire and dynamiting Is that you made an enemy of Bull Duval and his friends and that they are striking back for spite. That sounds reasonable, doesn't It?" "Yes," said Ben, unwilling to argue any such point with her. At this Juncture Aunt Em came In with food that was surpassingly fine and for an hour they sat and talked while darkness fell. Ben was rising to go when the door bell rang. Aunt Em went to answer the summons and as a man's voice sounded In the hallway Dawn broke short what she had started to say. A moment later Nicholas Brandon en tered the room. The man's face, as he crossed the threshold and saw Ben, was a study. Lights flickered In his black eyes, a faint flush whipped up over his dead Half a Mile Down the Track ths Local Puffed In Toward Him. white cheeks and he opened his lips ns In a light gasp of surprise or else preparatory to sharp speech. But he gathered himself on the In stant, moved directly to Dawn and with an even, kindly tone greeted her. The girl turned aB Brandon still held her hand and Ben thought she was moving It gently for release. "Mr. Elliott, I think you must know Mr. Brandon." Ben bowed, a bit stiffly. "Yes," he said. "Yes. I met him once." Then Nicholas Brandon did nn amaz ing thing, which went far in explaining Dawn's skepticism of the town's atti tude townrd him to Elliott. He laughed. He laughed easily, naturally, and in the laughter was an admission of em barrassment which rang true. "Indeed we have 1 Under different circumstances I How are you today, Elliott?" He advanced and extended his hand still smiling and Ben was so amazed that mechanicnlly he accepted It. "Yes. we've met before," ? turning to Dawn and Aunt Em ? "under quite distressing circumstances. We met on unfriendly ground and both lost onr heads a little. I hope Mr. Elliott doesn't harbor any resentment. As far ns I'm concerned I've only regret for the affair!" TO BR CONTINUED. Friendly Potato Is Not Appreciated, Expert Say* One of the very best foods, the po tato, Is not fully appreciated, asserts an agricultural expert. For the hu man body to function properly, starches nnd sugars are required to produce energy or fuel ; proteins to de velop tissue; minerals nnd other dlet nry essentinls, such ns vltnmlns. Po Intoes meet the Ideal requirements for the body by producing a Inrge amount of energy, some protein, a fnlr nmount of mlnernls nnd nn adequate assort ment of essentlnl vltnmlns, as well as supplying bulk. The potato Is prob nbly our best staple food and one which should fill n much Inrger plnce in our diet. Many persons avoid potatoes because of their supposed fattening properties. Tills popular prejudice hns little foun dntlon In scientific fact. The potnto, like nny other food stuff Is fnttenlng only when eaten In a quantity more than sufficient to meet the body needs. The potato Is no more fattening than the snme amount of bread or any othetf cereal. History as well 'as geography shows that thoso people whose diet contains a large proportion of potatoes onjoy good health. In Ireland and Oermany, where potatoes are widely nnd largely used, the health and stam ina of the people Is good and the death rate low. Tht? Punthor The term panther Is used to refei either to the spotted leopard of the Old world or to the mountain Hon or puma of the New world. These rats are about the same size hnd adult specimens weigh between 200 and 800 pounds. IMPROVED' UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL CUNDAY I OchooiT Lesson By RKV, P. B. FITZ WATER, D. D Member of Faculty. Moody IJIbl# Institute of (jblcaRo. , ?. W*?t*rn Newspaper Union. Lesson for April 21 THE FUTURE LIFE (EASTER LES SON) LESSON TEXT ? Luke 24:1-11; Johr. 14:1-6. OOLJDEN TEXT ? I am tho resurrec tion and the life; he that believeth In ma, though he were dead. yet shall he live. ? John 11:26. PRIMARY TOPIC le#u? Living Again. JUNIOR TOPIC ? Jesus Living Axaln. INTERMEDIATE AND SENIOR TOP IC ? Life Here and Hereafter. YOUNQ PEOPLE AND SENIOR. TOP IC ? Life In tbe Light of liternll*. I. God, the God of the Living (Mark ! 12:20, 27). If a man die, shall he live again?" , Is an age-long question, it is alllnna- i lively answered by both the universal ' human conviction and the holy Scrip- ! tures. Death does not end all. It Is ' not a leap Into the dark. It Is rather ; the open door through which human personality enters Into the light of glorious freedom. Life itself l3 but a ! training school, a preparation for the larger and higher life after death. Those who In their lifetime are in vital relation to Jesus Christ, the eternal Life, shall never die. II. The Resurrection of Jesus Christ (Luke 24:1-12). The supreme tost of Christianity is the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead. It matters little what Jesus said and did while alive If his body remained In the grave. ' If he did not come forth in triumph from the tomb, then ail his claims are false. On the other hand, if he did arise, all his claims are true. 1. The empty sepulchre (w, 1 -.'{). ?? The coming of the women (v.l) As an expression of affectionate re gard for the Master, they mine with spices lor his body. !>? What they found (w. 2. :?). When they came to the sepulchre they found the stone had been removed, hut tli.-v found not the body of Jesus. For them to have found his bodv in the ' sepulchre would have been the world's ' greatest tragedy. The empty tomb ' spoke eloquently of the deity ?uW er of the bon of God (Kom. 1 : j) 2. The message of the men in shin ing garments (vv. 4-8). ft tt' , Til? seek ye u,e among ion ? (V- 5>- T,U> ?iues- ' t on has continued to reverberate | through the centuries. b. -fie is not here. but Is risen" j (v. 0) Jesus, before he was cruel mutf had ht0ld thei" 1,1,11 t,,e U)rf> must be betrayed and crucified and that on the third day he would rise. 8. rhe women witnessing to the eleven (vv. 0-11). " Their thrilfing testi mony concerning the empty tomb and the words of the angels appeared to the apostles as idle tales. 4. Pet&r Investigating (v. 12) While the testimony of the women seated re 'He tales. I'eter w?8 ^ te" *r""T' dlsul"? ?'e matter Therefore, he run lo the sepulchre Lpon close Inrestlgntion he found the linen clothes lying In such ? w nj l!on.'r?VC r of '"e resurroo "I. Jesus Preparing a Place in Heaven for His Own (John 14:1-3) The hopes of the disciples were ut about !hltete(l Wh6n Jesus toId thetn . cross. fie consoled them by pointing to the reunion In the Fa ther's house. This he did by 1- Asking them to trust in him even as God (v. 1). Falth ln ? ^ man. Christ Jesus, will steady til ?eart no matter how intense the grief ^ By Informing them that he was going to the Father's house to prepare ? hotne ?r t" (v 2) IIe(1Pcc^ that In that house there were many abiding places. Heaven is an eternal felling pluce for God's children By assuring them tluir he would come again and escort them to heaven from the C("UV nml caM for,h from the grave those who have died and transform living believer! am, loreverVn' h" ,tOK?ther to ?'? ?""? him j 4:10 17J hfinven|y borne (I Thess. IV. Jesus Christ Is the Way to the Heavenly Father (John 14 4 (I) J" T? l? Th?n,,,S' Icrposed doubt Jesus asserted : ?- That he Is the way (v (i) .jf.suft bnsf Is more than a mere guide to ?O.I or her. J," y (,'mr of the sheepfohl >??. ' gateway to the tree of nr.. I , T,,e (v. He Is not 1 merely the teacher, bur the truth ?rnate In his Incarnation the spir It ial and material worlds were united Therefore, every line of truth, whether ?plr|tual:r materia!, converges in ,llfn. *?? i ho life (v ft) i~ merely the giver of life, hut the verjl ~ " "r?- ?"ly those who r? flense. "" <"'? You May R? 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