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The Barnwell People-Sentinel Barnwell, S. C. OUTLAWS of EDEN \ ^ . • • •• . •: • • • • - i . \ 1 * _• • . . . r • • By Peter B. Kyne • • • WNUSarvfMb C#pyrlf ht. kr Fotor m. KyM. GENIUS sYHoras At th« cIom ot th# Mexican war, Itobln Kershaw, with his bride, rode Int* northeastern California. Here'~B* found an ideal valley for cattle rala- In*. They christened it Eden Valley. Below Eden Valley is a lees valuable tract which Kershaw’s wife christens Forlorn Valley. Joel Hensley, a Texan, settles in the lower half of the val- ley. There ts bad blood over fences and water for irritation. Kershaw kins Hensley and.the blood-feud is on, By 1917, Ranee I^rshaw, his son Owen, and daughter Lorry are all that remains of one clan. Nate Tichenor Is the sole survivor on the Hensley side. He goes to help Lorry in her car and finds her father has died of heart disease, Silas Babson, Forlorn Valley banker, schemes to control the Irriga tion and hydro-electric possibilities of Eden Valley. He proposes, to play Nate against Lorry, assuming that they are carrying on the old feud, in this way getting control-of the key lands necessary to the project. Nate, however, has no intention of carrying on the feud. He tells Lorry that he and Owen Kershaw, Lorry's brothei 1 , met In France Just before Owen was killed. They became buddies, and Nate promised That if he survived Owen he would look after Lorry as a brother might do. Babson, determined to se cure Lorry's lake-site and Nate’s dam- site makes legal application for the allocation of flood waters to the For lorn Valley irrigation district, which he organizes. _CHAETEB VI—Continued —7— Babson’a face expressed a hypo critical concern. •‘That’s much too bad, Henry," he replied. *Tm sorry about Ranee. m hard as ate Xoit-nuever had to guess^ where Ranee Kershaw stood on any proposition." Secretly be could have flven three long, raucous cheers. T suppose the girl will have to liqui date now," he continued after a mo ment’s thought "She can’t carry on with that business alone, and the es tate la badly embarrassed financially. Pit be hanged If I see, Henry, hew this bank Is going to carry the Kershaw estate along to take a chance on get ting Its money back." "So I thought," Rookby answered. “By the way, Nate Tlchenor’s come back to'Eden Valley.• , Babson started as If bee-stung. “Ranee Kershaw owed the Bar H a lot of money on chattel mortgage for cat tle he bought In 1920. Henry, he must owe the 'Bar H three or four years’ rent* ’•Undoubtedly," Mr. Rookby opined. "Nate Tlchenor’s let that steer have all the rope he wanted; now that the estate la In so deep It can’t climb out, he’s come back to give the Kershaw dan the final clout that will finish It.’’ _ "1 wouldn’t be so sure about that, Mr. Babson.” And Rookby went on to describe Ranee Kershaw's death in front of the gate leading to the Bar H headquarters; the summoning by Lorry Kershaw of Nate Tichenor In that hour of stress; the kindly and neighborly action of Tichenor there after; the arrival of Rube Tenney to take over the Job of riding boss on the Circle K; the apparent friendliness between Tichenor and Lorry Kershaw, as faithfully reported by Miss Lizzie Bachman to all in Valley Center who would listen to her eager recital "Lizzie was only up there with Lorry Kershaw three days and Nate Tiche nor gave her fifty dollars for It," Rookby went on. "What’s more, he paid her in advance. And he gave Bud Seamon and Jake Becheller ten l / dollars each for digging Rance'a grave." "Liberal, ain’t he?" Babson com mented. "Henry, this is the most h—1- cracking piece of news that’s come out of Eden Valley since Taylor Hensley and Ranee Kershaw had their ruckua. Just the same, I’m banking Nate Tlche- ftor’s no softy in business matters; he’s half Hensley and a grouch don’t breed.—The Hensleys always did want all of Eden Valley. bought up our mortgage and called It and our notes. You’re a two-gun man, aren’t you?" ’’My dear girl, permit me to explain, four father’s notes had been renewed fomr times; they were overdue and the interest was in default, and the super intendent of state banks had jumped me about them more than once. I for got your father should be spared shocks. The law forces us to protect the money of our depositors." ’Granted. But you bought our mort gage. Why?" ’For an investment and to save It from falling into the hands of your enemy?" “Nate Tichenor." This was fast thinking and Babson felt a thrill of pride in. his cleverness. Her dark flashing eyes bored into his soul "I think you’re a contempt ible liar* He paled with anger, but controlled himself. “You will, of course, under stand why I do not argue with you, dear.—You. are under a strain^ overwrought Now I will repeat a I’ll expect you to aell to me for nine, of course. I*ve got to have a profit" "And if I agree to aell to you at that price, what?" “That will enable you take up your father’s unsecured notes and rehabili tate your credit at thia bank. In re turn I’ll renew your mortgage for three years." “At 6 per cent?* she insisted. “Can’t possibly,’’ he defended. “Is that your final decision, Mr. Bah/ son?” • / "Absolutely, I dislike to appear harsh, but business Is business and If I permit sentiment to—" / "Please spare me your stereotyped and hypocritical maunderlngs/’the girl Interrupted angrily. "I’m not a fool and I see through you as if you were a window. Make out a satisfaction of mortgage, sign it before a notary pub lic and give It to me. In nsturn I will give you a bank cashier’s ofceck for the exact amount due. Hand me those unsecured notes, marked ‘Paid,’ and you shall have another bank cashier’s check for the amount of them, with interest. There are the checks"— and she tossed them on the table be fore him. He stared at them In frank aimaze- ment. “Why, where did you get all that money?’’ he demanded. "That’s none of your business, sir. You called upon my father to pay up In five days or stand suit He’s dead, but I’m obeying orders. Your bluff’s called. Nobody has ever run a blazer on the Kershaw clan and got away -with lt, Aft4 yoa w«*e trying to run recklasa and improvident fsr a girl in your financial fix?" he demanded gravely. “You talk like Silas Babson,” she re torted gaily. ' ' ■ "Weil, Pm not objecting, Lorry, but 1 greatly fear this aew car will be re garded by Babson as an extravagance; It’s bound to hurt your credit’’ “Nate, Silas Babson can take a Jump Into Eden-Valley creek for all I cara. Pm washed np with him and his bank." “Nol" he cried simulating-^kmazo- ment. “How comer* “I’ve sold my four thousand acres below the main ranch of the Bar H for four hundred thousand dollars— cash I And I’ve cleaned up Babson and his little red brick bank and have a hundred thousand dollars working capital left" - "Then God’s In his heaven and all’s well with the world. But why did yon sell your land and keep the Impeudlag deal a secret from me? Somebody wants to put a dam In the gorge and they needed ytmr laud fur the reser-" voir. You know very well the Bar H owns the dam site; If we'd worked to gether we could both have sold, but now that they have your laud they have a terrific advantage over m^." "But you're a low-flung rascal, Nats Tichenor, to suspect Pd leave you hold ing the sack. I told that man I wouldn’t sail for n million dsllars un- less they secured your dam site first" "I suspected the sort of girl you am, Lorry, but I wanted to make certain. Forgive my little deceit I took tbs liberty of deciding to sett your land and FASHIONED FOR LARGER FIGUR8I PATTERN SMS \ Nothing works quits the on the larger figure like a dec and slender paneled seal these are the fashion points this charming model The cups large, scalloped and gracefully flsi and. follows the surplice Hoe of bodice closing. A snug hip yoke i First little Jones ran excitedly from the room and fetched his wife Then he went out Into the garden and called the twins, who were tell ing the children next door what they would do when they arrived at the seaside. After that he persuaded young Albert to abandon for the moment his efforts to get Radio in from the kitchen, and even asked nurse to lift baby from the peram bulator. And, to his delight, he found that when they all sat on th4 largest trunk at once, he could Just manage to fasten the lid.—London Opinion. figure straight below the For afternoons In warm georgettes and chiffons are Of Court* Not I Voice on the Telephone—I ordered that crab meat three hours ago and It hasn’t come yet. Grocer—We expected a fresh ship ment this morning and I’ve been wait ing for It. > y\ r “You Killed Him." query I made you when you first en tered this room, in what manner can I be of service to the daughter of my old friend and revered customer, Rauceford Kershaw?" “You say you bought the mortgage ■ an Investment If I pay op tbf pp "Jhc'riz overdue Interest, will you renew it for five years at the same rate of tnter- me.lnto selling you that land of mine.” He was desolated. “De to mean to tell me you refuse the fine offer 1 have Just made you ?" “I do. Pd rather give the land away than sell It to you." He fled from her stormy presence and In about fifteen minutes Henry Rookby pussy-footed Id and handed her the canceled evidence of her fa ther’s Indebtedness. Mr. Rookby’s eyes were round with wonder and resentment as he watched her climb Into her battered old car at the curb and roll out Valley Center ^ boulevard In the direction of Gold Run. He knew she was going to the county seat to record the satisfaction of the mortgage. “By George," he said to Babson. sycophantlcally, “that’s certainly one salty damsel, eh. chief?" “She's a devil, Henry—a she devil est?" / ‘The present mimgggt Is af 0 ptr cent. It was made when money wasn’t quite so tight as at present Pm sorry, but s renewal will cost yon 8 yer cent Pm getting that from others." "Will you renew the unsecured notes and cot the interest on them to 8 per cent?" ’’Perhaps I’ll have to have a state ment of the financial condition of your father’s estate first" “The estate is land poor and cow poor and it' hasn't any money. It’s practically insolvent" He threw np his hands aud smiled wearily. “How like a woman to ask such favors in the face of such a state ment" be sighed, then brightened sud denly. “However, we might strike a happy compromise. I was Interested to note recently that your fkther made you a deed of gift to four thousand acres Id the lower part of Eden Val ley." She nodded. ‘T would be glad to entertain a propo sition to buy tifat land from you, Miss Lorry. As agricultural land It la worthless, as grazing land It Is very poor, bnt as a hunting and fishing pre- spitq it is excellent. 1 know o and now that Nate Tichenor sees a bully chance to get It cheap, together who would be willing to pay you a fair pries for that land.” / “How much?" with the Kershaw cattle, he’ll grab It. Has Lorry Kershaw been in here to see me since her father died?" “In yesterday. Told her you’d be^ back last night so maybe she’ll call today." “How Is she? Pretty well busted ■pr ‘‘Pert as they make ’em.” “Pm not surprised. Nothing •bout the Kershaws. Well, Hei shall see that which we shall Two days later Lorry Kershaw came Into the bank. Babssn led her at once Into bis private office (usually he oc cupied a desk In a fenced-off corner sf the banking room) and, witb many protestations of sympathy for the loss hST father and regret that his ab- es from Valley Center bad mill- iteff against his attendanfee At the meral, begged her Inform him in what be of service to her. ■ent the girl looked * “Yon should be death," she shot' at hli him." *17 My dear Lo say such a thing?’ “You wrots 1 knew you warn him. Tat knew ha had a weak heart that ahftfts warp had for him—yat yew sSsckad him. You wasted to. Yea “Well Pm pretty certain I can un- load it on him at ten dollars an acre. shews rolled Into one—and Pm a star- spangled jackass without brains enough to pound mini In a halrr"^— At three o’clock he went home, suf fering from a violent headache, due solely to futile rage. But he was not at all In danger of a nervous collapse now, for the fight was In the open at last and he drew a subtle comfort from that knowledge. He knew now where Lorry Kershaw had gotten all that money. Undoubtedly she had sold her land to that mysterious power company. Well, he was routed in the lower end of the Pan, bat he wpuld go ts the attack again at the upper end of the Handle. And, despite the fact that his alternative proposition would save the district the cost of erecting a huge impounding dam, Bab son would gladly hare abandoned It, for It carried risks and almost the cer tainty of expensive lawsuits which might so delay surface irrigation In Forlorn Valley as to ruin him and the Bank of Valley Center, even though at the last the valley sfiould win the fight /, CHAPTER VII Nate Tichenor wab at the Orels K headquarters when Lorry Kershaw came In that night from her trip to .Gold. Run. “Welcome, stranger," she greeted him, as she drove up. “Come out and help mu tfliplrt mr nnt mr" He came and looked the new ear over soberly. "Aren’t you a little bit nanrng the price to tno Mountain Val ley Power company. K would never have’sold my dam site to that corpora tion until assured there would be as argument with you over the price of your land. Did Babson try to trade you put of your land today f She related to him in detail her tervlew with the banker. T should say you gave Babson a poke under the aeart How did he assimilate it?" “As If his world was craan>eg about him. Perhaps 1 should not havt »t- tacked him with such ferocity, but I have a temper, Nate, and when a lying, scheming, hypocritical, cold- hearted snake like Silas Babson crosses my trail I like to shoot bis head off." Nate smiled approvingly. Hs liked the fire In her. Here was no wlshy< washy, clinging vine of a girl do selfish, and sax-conaclooa A man’s woman witb a code of conduct like unto that of a very gallant gen- e tm. , j * —iihim i mmmmmmmm—mrnmmm-mmmmp She laughed, walking round her new car and admiring it “A carload of smooth two-year-old steers, Averaging ten hundred and fifty pounds, sold for seven cents In tha Union stock yards in Los Angeles tm day," he announced. “Things are ce*» tainly looking up for old Ranee thaw’s girl" . / She turned on him with shining eyes. “How did you get the news a quickly?" ... / “My valet has^a portable radi** "Your what?" / - "My valet." J "Oh. Nate. I’m ashamed of you. S great, big, strong mao like you, with all your heads and legs and arms and teeth 1 A valet! I know you had a chauffeur, which Is bad enough, but you’ve kept the valet In hiding." Then she was suddenly tender. “Ah, Natu, you’re a dear. I had thought Eden Valley would be unbearably lonely when dad l«ft me, but It Isn’t” "I bad thought the same thing with respect to myself. It wasn’t my plan to remain hare more than a “But you’re not going away soon?” ••Why not? I’ve completed my busi ness—all except renewing the leass on the Bar H to the Kershaw estate Its heirs sad assigns. I suppoa* you fha lea—T Just because you know I have a Investigating Effect That Beaver Dams Have on Streams Where the Trout Lives seated and r he could his amaza- over colAly. for father’s “You killed how can you letter and I to close la on That ingenious little engineer, the beaver, is due for a spanking at the hands of scientists who have been given the Job of determining what ef fect, if any, its dam building opera tions have on trout fishing. Preliminary examinations by tbf scientists tend toward condemnation of beavers’ presence an trout streams if good fishing-is to be maintained, and. the acceptance of this only means that a hundred thousand fishermen will be clamqring for beaver hides, says a writer in the Detroit News. So far the Investigators hava found that a trout won’t Jump over a beaver dam that obstructs Its free passage to the headwaters for spawning pur poses, but that it will drop over going down stseam. So this doesn’t let the female trout got bach to Its spawning bads ones It pasaea a dam. and that la bad for tha aatural reproduction af trout It has boas discovered that tha hackwatars of a haavur craata good fishing far two « i years, and then the sport disappears and the trout taken from such still wa ters are generally unfit to eat having ■a muddy flavor. “Beaver dams," the report says, "have a very definite influence on the chemical conditions of the water in a stream and frequently cause stagna tion, and trout taken from such water could not be eaten. All of tho streams surveyed so far possessed a large amount of fermenting and decaying vegetation.". If future fin hundred thousand dollara on hand you want thirty thousand of it" With this light banter she strove to hide thf shock his announcement had gives her. “Yea. I’ll want^g renewal Whau are you leavin'g, Nate?” “Tomorrow morning. Will you drive this shiny new car over to Gold tomorrow, lunch with me there and see me off on my Journey T" . She shook her raven head. “Ne “No, 1 think not Partings are Uttk deaths—sad we start our calf-brand- tag tomorrow.— There are only two men en the payroll who can rope a calf by the hind legs aad drag him to tho fire. The others are Indians— neck-ropers; to l have te take a hand at the branding corral myself. Got fa get the branding dooa quickly, His face brightened. “If yon’H give If future findings are along the same ^ Hu#, th. DM»r Mil Jofck th. mite <rf “ * hor “ *»« * a* 1 * IU «*» • th. Otter. Great Bln. hem. — lew *•»» •»« help m. Ife ee Im( the otter. Great Blue heron, water snake and flab duck as enamea to tron\ And thia means that trout flfah will aot rust content aatU some attempt Is Bade to remove them from the bast trout Coffoe Berry Wbm picked from tho\tree the cof fat berry looks Ilka a rad\ Since I’ve worked In a ral—and I ought to hoop my- hand fa* They mt down on the ruanlng of Lorry** bow cur aad chatted Mrs. Tenney called *them in te Voice on the Telephone—But my husband Is here complaining because his dinner’s not ready. Grocer—But you wouldn't want to serve an old crab. wouM yoUl—Lon don (Out.) Free Press. mm A Pealing Grade Old Fashioned Father—When ‘was your age, John, my parents never had trouble with me. Modern Son—Well I can’t say I've had any real trouble with you, dad.—London Answers. ,v;: 11*1 IJV- t'\ » Xv .V lay TKagTAg* “A very handsome woman. that Mrs. Miller." “You ought to have seen her 15 or 20 years ago when she was 10 years yeunger."—London TU-Blts. ACCOUNTING FOB IT i m r “Daughter, your new beau doesn’t remain very late. The last one used hang mound until the milkman called." “Well, you see, dad, this one la the milkman." Praparodaaos Johnny was very hard on trousers. One day, while shopping with a friend Ms mother bought cloth for a pair of trousers for Johnny, but ordered a good bit more than seemed necessary. "Why do you get so much?" asked the friend who was with her. * "Oh," was the reply, "this la for reserved seats." Omt of Sight Hostess—There's Mrs. Pouderosa. Her husband's bitterly opposed to extreme evening gowns, but she wears them all the same. Guest—Well she has plenty of backbone. Hostess—She must have, but she’s so fat that you can’t see s trace of it Sara Ho Had Hospital Visitor—Do you ever pon der the uncertainty of life; do you realize that death must come to ooe and all; have you thought how short a time we must spend on this earth? Patient—1 should think I have— my business is life Insnrftace. Th* Moan Thing First Actress—I like to act In play that brings tears. you’re in do that? Couldn’t Daunt Him T must tell you that ray daughter can bring a husband only her beauty and her Intellect/* • “I don’t mind-many young couples have started in a very small way." No Harry About It - Instructor—What would you do If there were an explosion and some body went up into the air? Pupil—Walt until he came down, sir.—Stray Stories. el' 994ft In colorful prints or very dressy occasions luce would deal, and for mornings urn fam swim or voile. Complete, Diagrammed Sew Cl ncluded. Pattern 9948 may be ordered « In sizes 86, 88, 40, 42, 44 and Size 86 requires 4 yards W I fabric. Send FIFTEEN CENTS la e* stamps (coins preferred) for thto i tern. Be sure to write plelaly ] NAME, ADDRESS, the STYLE IN BER and SIZE. Send your order to Sewtag 01 ntenr Department, 282 West W eenth Street, New York. MUST HAVE PEEPED" Two Inmates of a lunatic met' during their dally walk grounds of the tastitotion, following convenation took First Inmate—Bet yoa caa*t what I’ve got in my hand? Second Inmate—A bone ate First Inmate—Ger-cber I looked. "Are you afraid of foreign glements?" "Not a -bit," answered Sorghum. T don’t aee any bothering to import any. entanglements we good enough me." - v Quit* a DMF*r*nc« “What la the difference an old-fashloaed girl and a girir “An old-fashioned girl when she Is ashamed, and a girl Is ashamed when she Distnrhing Thought "Do you think you could' love me?*’ "Possibly, but. If I were a I’d hate to think I was an •< taste. Noxor Answers' Lady (applying for a maid)—1 very particular. I want a will not answer me back. Employment Agency hava just what you want—a telephone operator.—Hummel Modern Politician "Have you seen the yet 7^ ’’Yes; he flew over our beeu morning and dropped down a literature and threw a Mas la baby."—Pathfinder Magazine