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The Barnwell People-Sentinel, Barnwell? S. C- Thursday, May 14, 1936
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Domford Tales
Copyright by Minton. Balch A Co.
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CHAPTER XI—Continued
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in a flash I had fired and had drawn
Mi lire, for, before I could think, a
Millet had flicked the sleeve of my
pistol arm.
This showed me, once for all, that
•o far as snap shots were concerned.
1 stood no chance whatever against
such a man. As I whipped to one side,
I made up my mind that 1 must not
>re again until I knew for certain that
any bullet was going to kill. In a
word. If I was to win, I must come
to close quarters with Pharaoh, If not
*> grips.
I had now come hack to the table,
and an instant later I was crouching
beneath the archway, with my pistol
•n the carpet before me and my empty
hands outstretched upon either side.
1 had not long to wait.
When 1 did not return his Are, I
fancy the man was uncertain whether
or not 1 was dead. He, therefore,
nought the spot from which I had Hred
and, finding nobody there, turned and
caine to the table exactly as 1 had
Bone.
And exactly as I had done, he be
gan to edge his way round It. . . .
The slack of his trousers brushed
■y band.
In a flash I had him by the ankles
•od, ripping his feet from beneath him
bad brought him down on his side.
Then I snatched up my pistol, thrust
It Into his stomach and pressed the
trigger—In vain.
The magazine was empty. Slovenly to
the last, Kush had never troubled to
replenish his clip.
Pharaoh had fallen to his right and
mu on his pistol-arm. While this was
taking his weight, he could not aim,
and though in a flash he had flung
his weight to the left, In that Instant
ay lingers had caught the wrist of his
pistol hand. For a moment he fought
for his freedom: then he let himself
fall on his back: but now my wits
were working and before it could reach
bis pocket, I had hold of his other
wrist.
And In that instant the room was
ftooded with light. . . .
For a moment I thought that some-
woe had entered the chamber. And
then 1 guesstMl that Pharaoh had turned
the switches when first he came into
the room, that the switchboard Itself
might report the repair of the damage
which he had done.
So for the first time that night I
•nw my enemy's face.
I think he must have known that 1
was his assailant, hut the sight of me
•eeatcd to send him out of his mind.
He fought no more as a serpent, hut
like the madman lie looked, his face
eonvulsed with passion and his eyes
•tartiug out of his head.
At last, to my relief, the tempest
Mew itself out. and he lay back, spent
and panting, to take his rest: but.
before I could think of moving, he
bad lifted his head once more and was
staring Into my eyes.
I looked back, grimly enough.
He did not struggle: he simply gazed
a poo aie, as though he would brand my
Jaiage upon his memory. Then the fel
low spat in my face.
So a madman made a madman.
If he resisted, I know not, hut 1
used him as a lay figure from that
ttme on.
I dashed his hand on the massive
plinth of the table, to break his wrist,
sad when his pistol had fallen I
brought his hands together and got to
my knees. And then I was clear of
the table and had Jerked him up to
bis feet
I let his broken wrist go, whipped
•at bis second pistol and pitched It
across the room.
Then I seized his throat with both
bands, turned him back to the table,
bent him across Its corner and broke
Lis back on the oak.
•••••••
ft
Sttting on the bench by the fireplace.
I wiped my face and my hands on
Helena’s black silk scarf. This had
V-en wrung and creased, and I had no
ioubt that Pharaoh had used It to
jtag her, b-fore he had carried her off.
Now that the business was over, I
boiml it bard tp believe. 1 looked at
ray watch.
The time was twenty minutes past
twelve. Not an hour had gone by since
I-haraoh had ‘talked’ from the ram-
pirts and Dewdrop had read his mos-
wige to Kush and Bugle and me. And
ai»w they were all four dead, but I
was alive.
The reflection brought me up to my
feet
Alive, If you please: but I was shut
la a chamber from which I could see
mo way out. . . .
for twenty minutes I sought that
■ecret door. I shouted and beat upon
the woodwork, using Helena’s name—
•U la vain.
Helena was locked in the turret—
my band in my pocket fingered her
—ter k«y: which I had taken from
Rush, but the turret, no donbt, had
embrasures, and she would be found
and released so soon as she could make
herself heard. She had, of course, heard
the firing, but if the thieves were
fighting what did that -matter to her?
Let Pharaoh revenge her escape upon
Bugle and Kush: or seek to blast his
way out of the secret room. (Here
perhaps I should say that though Hel
ena heard the firing, the sound was
so muffled that she could not be sure
what It was, while, so thick were the
walls of Yorlck, that nobody else in
the castle heard it at all.)
Now when Helena’s release was ef
fected and (leoffrey and the warden
were found, the three would take coun
sel together upon her report. The posi
tion would be considered—but not for
long.
i The thing was clear. To open the
room would he madness. The council-
would surely decide that Pharaoh and
his companions must be left to die
where they were. \
Something dazedly I surveyed my
surroundings.
No windows, no doors. How did one
get out of ..chambers that had neither
windows nor doors?
It was then that I thought of the
fireplace.
A grate must have a chimney; and If
the chimney was wide. . . .
1 must have climbed forty feet when
my bund encountered a ridge and 1
My Pistol on the Carpet Before Me.
felt a current of air. And then I came
to a fireplace.
As I crawled out of that fireplace.
I knew where I was. I had come to
Helena’s bedroom.
Roughly I washed the filth from
my head and my hands, but though I
did what I could to wipe the soot from
my shoes, I very soon saw that until
I could change my clothing, I should
not he fit to move in a furnished room.
And what clothes I had were at Plum
age. . . .
At once to get to the farm became
my burning desire.
Before 1 did so, I must set Helena
free. That was simple enough. I had
her master key, and there was her pri
vate stair to bring me down to the
hall. And yet I dreaded the duty. I did
not want to see her—at least, not now.
I dreaded the explanations which I
should be forced to give. I did not
want her to know that I had been
there, in that room: that I had seen
Pharaoh break her, that I had heard
her purchase my safety for ten thou
sand pounds a year.
I heard the whine of a dog and then
the scratch of claws on the door that
led to the ramparts. In a moment I had
It open, and there to my joy was Sa
bre.
I afterwards learned that, perceiv
ing the bustle above him, the dog had
declared, by barking, that he was down
in the moat. His rescue was effected.
The great dog seemed pleased to see
me, but none too pleased to see that I
was alone.
“Come and find her, Sabre," I said.
"I know where she is.”
The Alsatian started and stared.
Then he bounded towards me, put his
great paws on my shoulders and licked
my face.
One minute later we stood in the lit
tle hall.
With the master key in my hand, I
turned to the turret door. For a mo
ment I hesitated. Then I took a deep
breath, fitted the key to the lock and
pushed open the oak.
Helena was not to be seen. Neither,
for that matter, was Sabre. He had
g*ne to Join his mistress at the head
of the turret stair. •>
I was wondering whether to follow
or whether to wait where I was, when
1 suddenly saw that my duty to the
lady was done.
The appearance of Sabre would show
her that she was released. The way
to her bedroom was open, and she had
no need of escort, because the terror
was laid.
With trembling fingers, I whipped
the key from the lock of the turret
door. Then I opened the door which
gave to the winding staircase, passed
through and locked it behind me with
all dispatch. Five minutes later I
crossed the moat by the footbridge and
entered the tunnel which would bring
me Into the woods.
e • •
As I walked to Plumage, I remem
bered those terrible moments—how in
her pride she had flung my puny ef
forts In Pharaoh’s face and how in
her fear and trembling she had sought
to buy my safety by committing a
breach of trust No queen could have
done more for the king she loved.
Although I had come to regard wu>
increasing apprehension the opening «f
Helena's eyes—to the truth, of course,
that it was I and not Bugle that had
stood in the secret chamber and had
listened to all she said—it had never
occurred to me that, if only I held
niy tongue, neither she nor anyone
else need ever suspect that 1 had en
tered the castle that Friday night.
Yet before my cousin had spoken a
-dozen words, I saw that. If I was
cnreful, my secret would keep itself.
He found me finishing breakfast in
his room at The Reaping Hook.
“Well, you have missed something."
he said. “Let that be your punishment
for deceiving three simple souls. Not
that I blame you—this time. My lady
had no right to treat you like that. I
told her as much In the coupe. But
she wouldn’t listen to me. But that’s
by the way. You’ve missed—In a way
we’ve all of us missed the most
astounding show that ever was seen.
I/ady Helena saw a good hit—more
than enough. I’m afraid." He threw
himself Into a chair. “Upon my soul.
I don’t know where to begin."
“What do you know?" I said.
“I feel sure,” said my cousin, “that
you will be glad to hear that your
failure to arrive at the castle knocked
the three o( us flat. We couldn’t as
similate the fact that simple, honest
John Spencer had laid himself out to
deceive us—and done it so devilish
well. You certainly got your own back,
laidy Helena was wild. ‘Pd never have
believed it of him,’ she raged.
“Well, now that she was safe in
the castle, I was only too glad of an
excuse ro get out, and so T onnouneed
that Barley and I would seek you with
out delay. She insisted that we should
take Sabre and gave the dog his or
ders before we left. It’s right you
should know that she was extremely
worried."
My cousin paused, to frown on his
finger-tips.
"I hope, in the merciful course of
time, to forget the way we employed
the next two hours. We used Sabre
exactly according to the instructions on
the box. Should the dog display emo
tion, release him at once. Remain ex
actly where you were when he left
you. until he returns. Then take hold
o.* his collar and he will lead you to
John.”
I began to shake with laughter.
“Quite so." said OeofTrey. “Quite bo.
After about an hour the dog displayed
emotion and was released. After anoth
er hour Barley and I displayed much
mere emotion and withdrew to survey
the mouth of the entrance drive. . . .
“We hadn’t been there ten minutes
when we heard the Carlotta coming—
coming from the castle all cut. By the.
use of our torches we .stopped her, to
find that she was manned by a flying
squad. Watchmen, porters, grooms—all
of them armed to the teeth. They were
going to compass Yorlck, traveling
east: and the coupe was coming after/
to travel wept. The Countess Helena
had been kidnaped. Yorlck was
plunged Into darkness and my lady was
gone. Let down In a sheet' from the
ramparts. Her handkerchief had been
found on the drawbridge and Sabre
had been found In the moat.”
I felt that It was time to say some-
thing.
“But how,” I began. . . .
“Don’t Interrupt,” said m.v cousin
"Listen to me. Well. I let the Carlotta
go, deciding that Barley and I would
do better on foot. I sent him east and
ran west—yes. ran. with my heart In
my mouth. The Idea was to find the
Rolls . . . i' the Rolls had not gone.
“I found her at a quarter to one, up
a little track—and very near cried with
relief. You see, that meant that my
lady was yet In the park.
“I rushed off and stopped the coupe,
which was lapping for the twentieth
time, told the chauffeur to go on pa
trolling, but to send me reinforcements
and tell everybody he met. Then I went
back t«J lay my ambush. I soon had
plenty of men and I did the job well.
I’haraoh simply hadn’t an earthly.
Though he didn’t know It. that track
had become the scaffold on which he
and his little friends were going to
die.
“At a quarter to two a wallah comes
pelting with a message—we very near
ly killed him, of course. Blit by the
time he’d said his piece he was near
er death than before. The Countess
Helena’s compliments, and will Mr,
Bohun come back to the castle at
orce.”
My cousin covered his face.
“I don’t think I’ve ever felt such >
blasted fool. But blasted . . . u
"Well, I took t|ie Rolls and drove
back—to hear Lady Helena's tale.
d (TO BE CONTINUED)
Ancient Indians of Peru
Used Cone as a Sun Dial
A giant sun dial was used by the
Incas to measure their seasons—the
“Inti-hnatana.” or “place where the
sun was tied.” The shadow cast by
the cone ort the stone platform beneath
formed the basis of the ancient Indian
method of reckoning time.
The Inti-huatana In varying forms
Is found In many of the dead cities
which have been unearthed In Peru.
Cyzco, ancient capital of the Incas, Is
an archeological center.
The outstanding characteristic of
Cuzco Is Its walls made of huge stones
cut and fitted together In some mys
terious manner without the use of
sharp Instruments, mortar or cement
Other ruins Include stone seats, rem
nants of Laths, archways and stair
cases; the famous Rodadero, a steep
naturally grooved rock used by tbs
Incas as a toboggan slide long before
the Spaniards arrived; and ths
'Throne of the Inca," a rounded-oflf
rock with steps cut Into It on either
side—the vantage point from which.
It Is said, the Inca and his engineer!
directed the construction of tbs far
tress of Sacsahuaitafe
TALL TALES
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As Told to:
FRANK E. HAGAN and
ELMO SCOTT WATSON
Blondy by a Tongue!
JTIT’AY back in 181)2—said the Old
VV turfman—1 owned as beautiful a
racing mure as ever was foaled. Her
name was Blondy because of her color.
My other possession was a farm in
the Blue Grass country on which was
hung a “plaster" of $15,000.
Bad luck cut between me and the
purses although Nigger Jim, my train
er, would get her cream-colored body
In the pink before every race.
We taught Blondy a lot of tricks,
between losing races. One was to
make a face. Nigger Jim or I would
hold an apple or carrot so she had to
stretch her neck and put out her
tongue for It.- And she got so she
would do this whenever we told her
“moke a face."
We entered the mare In a claiming
race at .Churchill Downs the spring
of ’92. It was May 15, to be exact.
The mortgage on the farm was due
May 1C. Nigger Jim had Blondy In
great form for the 1% mile race. But
the bookies were laying 20 to 1
against our nag. 1 managed to scare
up exactly one thousand berries and
placed the whole roll at 20 to 1. It
was win the race or lose the farm.
The horses were away evenly but
100 yards from the start Blondy stum
bled and lost stride. We groaned but
heartened as she winged away, regain
ing lost ground at every Jump. Then
a horse cut In front of her. It was
Dixie Dude, and she had to be pulled.
Down the back stretch and around
the turn they came. Blondy was
moving up on the outside. When they
hit the stretch she and Dixie Dude
were running head and head.
It looked like a certain dead heat
but at the last Jump or two Nigger
Jim, hanging on the rail, yelled "Make
a face, Yo’ Blondy! Make a face!"-
Thank God! Blondy heard, straight
ened her neck, shot out her tongue
across the finish line and won the race.'’
Man-Made Mesas
A FTER Paul Bunyan flnisJted his
work logging off the Pacific North
west he decided he’d become an oil-
driller. First thing he did was to go
down Into New Mexico and begin
drilling a well on top of a mountain.
Paul’s we?i was sunk to a depth of
14,006 feet without a sign of oil.
Funny thing about that mountain—it
was made up of alternate layers of
thin rock and dry sand. *
One night a windstorm came up.
And how she did blow! The next
morning when Paul woke up he looked
out of the window of his shack and
such a sight as met his eyes! There
was his hole, standing straight up In
the air as high as be could see. The
wind bad blown all the sandy layers
away from it but the layers of rock
wer.e hanging around It like washers
pushed around a drill stem.
Paul was pretty mad about It hut
be didn't waste any time standing
around cussing. He just took a sledge
and climbed up to the top of the hole.
When he got there, he began pound
ing the hole down Into the ground
again. As he did so the layers of
rock began to come together and In
less than no time they made a mesa.
That sort of thing happened time
after time and that's why New Mexico
is so full of mesas. They’re perpetual
monuments to Paul Hunyan's unsus-
cessful oil-drilling operations there.
The Squalling Squonk
S OME cold, winter night, us you sit
before a roaring tire in a bunting
lodge or in the bunkhouse of a lumber
camp in the North Woods, you’re cer
tain to hear outside a long-drawn-out
moaning. But if you think it’s the wind
in the bare branches of the trees, you’re
mistaken! Your lumberjack friend
will tell you it’s a squonk, mourning
because it has a warty, ill-fitting skin.
That’s all a squonk ever does—Just
goes wandering among the hemlock
trees, weeping.jihd sobbing bitterly be
cause its skin doesn't fit. When the
thermometer Is down to nine degrees
above zero, you can follow it by the
little globules of Ice it leaves behind—
the squonk’s trail of frozen tears.
Because it is such a shy, nocturnal
animal few men have ever seen a
squonk. But once a lumberjack, by
imitating Its cries, 'ured one Into his
cabin. The little beast seemed per
fectly satisfied until he shut it up in
a wicker basket. Then it began to
s<*b and moan.
This went on for hours, then died
down. The lumberjack peeked Into the
basket to see If the squonk had cried
itself to sleep. But all he found was
salt water and a few bubbles. The
squonk had dissolved itself in Us own
tears. “1 mighta known better,” said
the lumberjack, as be added one of bis
own tears to the collection, “than to
have shut up a squonk In a basket
made from branches of the weeping
willow tree."
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The Toradjas, a primitive race of
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The body remains In the bouse for
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‘‘Yes, she wouldn’t pay any atten
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