The County Democrat. (Tecumseh, Okla.), Vol. 24, No. 40, Ed. 1 Friday, June 28, 1918 Page: 3 of 8

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THE COUNTY DEMOCRAT. TECUMSEH. OKLA
CHAPTER XXVI—Continued.
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“No; you didn’t say too much” wss
*he low-toned reply. And then; ’‘Billy,
« few month* ago I wan jerked out of
my place In life and net down In an-
other place where practlcully every-
thing I hud learned ns a boy and nun
hod to be forgotten. I don’t know
that I'm making It understuuduble to
you, but—”
‘‘Yes, you are," broke In the man at
the wheel. “I’ve bud to turn two or
three little double somersaults myself
In the yCars thnt ure gone.”
“They used to call me ‘Monty-Boy,’
back there In Lawreneevtlle, and I fit-
ted the name,’’ Smith went on. “I've
just had to do the best I could out
tiers. I found that I hud a body that
could stand man-sized hardship, and a
bind of savage nqrve that could give
"They Used to Call Me Monty-Boy.”
and take punishment, and a soul that
■Could drive both body and nerve to the
limit. Also, I’ve found out what It
means to love a woman.”
Stnrbuck checked the ear's speed a
little more to keep it well lu the rear
of the ambling cavalcade.
‘‘That's your one best bet, John,”
he said soberly.
“It Is. I’ve cleaned out another room
since you called me down buck yonder
In the Little Creek road, Starbuck. I
can’t trust my own leadings any more;
they are altogether too primitive and
brutal ;‘so I’m going to take hers. She’d
send me Into this fight thnt is just
«heud~of us, and all the other fights
thnt are coming, with a heart big
enough to take in the whole world.
She said I’d understand, some day;
that I’d know that the only great man
is one who Is too big to be little; who
can fight without hating; who can die
to make good, If that is the only way
that offers.”
“That’s Carry Baldwin, every day
In the week, John. They don’t make
’em any finer than she Is,” was Star-
buck’s comment. And then: “I’m be-
ginning to kick myself for not letting
you go and have one more round-up
with her. She’s doing you good, right
along."
“You didn’t stop me," Smith af-
firmed ; “you merely gave me a chance
to stop myself. It’s all over now, Billy,
and my little race Is about run. But
whatever happens to me, either this
night, or beyond It, I shall be a free
man. Ton can’t put handcuffs on a
soul and send It to prison, you know.
That is what Corona was trying to
make me understand; and I couldn’t—
or wouldn’t.”
Over a low hill just ahead the pole-
bracketed lights at the dam were star-
ring themselves against the sky, and
-the group of horsemen halted at the
head of the railroad trestle which
marked the location of the north side
unloading station. Harding had sent
two of his forward and they re-
ported that there were no guards on
the north bank, and that the stagings,
on the down-stream face of the dam,
were also unguarded. Thereupon
Harding made his dispositions. Half .
of the posse was to go up the northern j
oank, dismounted, and rush the camp
ny way of the stagings. The remain-
ing half, also on foot, was to cross
at once on the railroad trestle, and to
make its appron'.h by way of the
wagon road skirting the mesa foot.
At an ugreed-upon signal, the two fie-
taqhinents were to closq iu upon tJie
•company buildings in the construction
camp, trusting to the surprise and the
attack from opposite directions to over-
come any disparity in numbers.
At Smith's 'urgings, Starbuck went
with the party-which crossed by .way
of the railroad trestle. Smith himself
accompanying the sheriff s detachment
With the horses left behind under
guard at the trestle head, the up-river
approach was made by both parties
simultaneously, though iu the dark-
ness, and with the breadth of the river
intervening, neither could see the
movements of the other. Smith kept
Ids place beside Harding, and to the
sheriff’s query he answered that he
was unarmed.
“You’ve got a nerve,” was all the
comment Harding made, and at that
they topped the slight elevation and
care among the stoue debris in the
north-si Je quarries.
From the quarry cutting the view
struck out by the camp mastheads was
unobstructed. The dam and the un-
completed power house, still figuring
to the eye as skeleton masses of form
timbering, lay just below them, und
on the hither side the Hooding tor-
rent thundered through ihe spillway
gates, which hud been ojtened to their
fullest capacity. Between the quarry
and the northern dum-hend ran the
smooth concret»d channel of the main
ditch canal, with the water In the res-
ervoir lake still lapping several feet
below the level of Its entrance to give
assurance that, until the spillways
should be closed, the charter-saving
strenm would never pour through the
canal.
On the opposite side of the river
the dam-head and the camp street
were deserted, but there were lights
In the commissary. In the ofHce shack,
nnd in Blue Pete Simms’ canteen dog-
gery. From the latter quarter sound.*
of revelry rose above the spillway
thunderlugs, and now and again a
drunken figure lurched through the
open door to make Its way uncertAln-
ly towurd the rank of bunk houses.
Hurdiny was staring Into the farther
nimbus of the electric rays, trying to
pick up some sign of the other half of
his posse, when Smith made a sug-
gestion.
“Both of your'parties will have the
workmen’s bunk houses in range, Mr.
Harding, and p mustn’t forget that
Colonel Baldwin nnd Williams ure
prisoners In the timekeeper’s shack.
If the guns have to be used—”
“There won’t be nuy wild shooting,
of the kind you’re thluking of,” re-
turned the sheriff grimly. “There
aiu’t a single man in this posse that
can’t hit what he aims at, nine times
out o’ ten. But here's hopin’ we can
gather ’em in without the guns. If
they ain’t lookin’ for us—”
The Interruption was the whining
song of a Jacketed bullet passing over-
head, followed by the crack of a rifle.
“Down, boys!” suid the sheriff softly,
setting the example by sliding Into the
ready-made trench afforded by the dry
ditch of the outlet canal; and as ho
said It a sharp fusillade broke out
with fire spurtings from the commis-
sary building and others from the
mesa beyond to show- that the surprise
was balked In both directions.
"They must have had scouts out,”
was Smith’s_ word to the sheriff, who
was cautiously reconnoiterlng the new-
ly developed situation from the shel-
ter of the canal trench. “They are
evidently ready for us, and that knocks
your plan iu the head. Your men
can't cross these stagings under fire.”
“Your ‘wops’ are all right, anyway,”
said Harding. “They’re pouring out of
the bunk houses and that saloon over
there and taking to the hills like a
flock o’ scared chickens.” Then to
his men: “Scatter out, boys, und get
the range on that commissary shed.
That's where most of the rustlers are
cuched.”
Two days earlier, two hours earlier,
perhaps, Smith would have begged a
weapon and flung himself into the
ftuy with blood lust blinding him to
everything save the battle demands of
the moment. But now the final mile-
stone in the long road of Ills metamor-
phosis had been passed and the dark-
some valley of elemental passions was
left behind.
“Hold up a minute, for God’s sake 1”
he pleaded hastily. “We’ve got to give
them a show, Harding 1 The cliancds
are that every man in that commis-
sary believes that M'Graw has the law
on liis side—and we are not sure that
lie hasn’t. Anyway, they don’t know
tliqf they are trying to stand off a
sheriff’s posse!"
Harding's chuckle was sardonic.
“You mean that we’d ought to go over
yonder and read the riot act to ’em
first? That might do back in the
country where you came from. But
the man that can get Into that camp
over there with the serving papers
uow’d have to be nrmor-piateJ, I
reckon.”
“.Just the same, we've got to give
them their chancel” Smith infamed
doggedly. “We can’t stand for any
unnecessary bloodshed—I won’t stand
for it!”
Harding shrugged his heavy shoul-
ders. “One round Into that sheet-iron
commissary shuck’ll bring ’em to time
—nnd nothing else will. I hain’t got
any men to throw away on the dew-
dabs and furbelows."
Smith sprang up and held cut his
hand.
“Yon have at least one man that
you ’can spare, Mr. Harding,” he
snapped; “Give me those papers. I’ll
go over and serve them.”
At this the big sheriff promptly lost
his temper.
“You blamed fool!” he burst out.
“You’d be dog-meat before you could
get ten feet away from this ditch!”
“Never mind: give rue those papers.
I’m not going to stand by quietly and
see a lot of men shot down on the
chance of a misunderstanding!”
“Take ’em, then!” rasped Harding,
meaning nothing more than the call-
ing of u foolish theorist’s bluff.
Smith caught ut the warrants, and
before anybody could atop him he was
down upon the stagings, swinging him-
self from bent to bent through a storm
of bullets coming, nut from the com-
missary, but from the saloon shuck
on the opposite bunk—s whistling
shower of lead thnt made every man
in the sheriff’s purty duck to cover.
IIow the volunteer process-server
ever lived to get upeross the bridge of
deuth no muu might know. Thrice lu
the half-minute dash he was hit; yet
there was life enough left to carry him
stumbling across the lust of the stag-
ing bents; to send him reeling up the
runway at the end nnd across the
working yard *o the door of the com-
missary, waving the folded papers like
an Inadequate flag of truce us he fell
on the doorstep.
After that, all things were curiously
hazy nnd undefined for hlui. Tfiere
wus the tumult of a tierce battle be-
ing waged over him; ja deitfeuing rifle
fire and the spat-spat of bullets punc-
turing the sheet-iron walls of the com-
missary. In the midst of It he lost
his hold upon the realities, and when
lie got It again the warlike clntuor was
stilled and Starbuck was kneeling be-
side him, trying, apparently, to deprive
liAlti of his clothes with the reckless
slashings of a knife.
Protesting feebly and trying to rise,
he saw’ the working yard filled with
armed men and the returning throng
•of laborers; saw Colonel Baldwin and
Williams talking excitedly to the sher-
iff ; then he caught the eye of the engi-
neer and beckoned eagerly with his
one available band.
“Hold still, until L can find out how
dead you are!” gritted the rough-and-
ready surgeon who wn« plying the
clotlies-ripping knife. But when Wil-
linms came and bent down to listen,
Smith found a voice, shriH and strident
nnd so little like his own that he
scarcely recognized it.
“Call ’em out—call the men out nnd
start the gate machinery 1” he panted
In the queer, whistling voice which
was, nnd was not, his own. “Possess
—possession Is nine points of the luw
—that's what Judge Warner said: the
spillways, Bartley—shut ’em quick I”
“The men are on the job und the
machinery is starting right now,” said
Williams gently. “Don’t you hear it?”
And then to Starbuck: “For Heaven’s
sake, do something for him, Biily-r-
nnytliing to keep him with us until a
doctor can get here!”
Smith felt himself smiling foolishly.
“I don't need any doctor, Bartley;
what I need Is a new ego: then I’d
stand some sliu—some chance of find-
ing—” lie looked up appealingly at
Starbuck—“what is it that I’d stand
some chance of finding, Billy? I—I
can’t seem to remember.”
Williams turned his face away nnd
Sturbuck tightened liis benumbing grip
upon the severed artery in the bared
arm from which he had cut the sleeve.
Smith seemed to be going off again,
but he suddenly opened his eyes nnd
pointed frantically with a finger of the
one serviceable hand. “Catch him I
Catch him!” lie shrilled. He’s going
to dy-dynamite the dam!”
Clinging to consciousness with a
grip that not even the blood loss
could break, Smith saw Williams
spring to his feet and give the alarm;
saw three or four of t^e sheriff's men
drop their weapons and hurl them-
selves upon another man who was try-
ing to make his way unnoticed to the
“Catch Him! Catch Him!”
stagings with a box of dynamite on
his shoulder. Then he felt the foolish
smile coming again when he looked up
at Starbuck.
“Tell the little girl—tell her—you
know what to tell her, Billy; about
What I tried to do. Harding said I’d
get killed, but I remembered what she
said, and I didn’t care. Tell her I
said that that one minute was worth
living for—worth nil it cost.”
The raucous blast of a freak auto
horn ripped into the growling murmur
of the gate machinery, and a dust-
covered car pulled up In front qf the
commissary. Out of it sprang first
the doctor vrf*h his instrument bag,
an l. clos :'T 'oliowing him, two plain-
clothes men and a Brewster police
captain In uniform. Smith looked up
and understood.
“They're Just—a little—too late,
Billy, don't you think?" he quavered
weakly. “1 guess—I guess I’ve fooled
them, after all." And therewith he
closed his eyes wearily upon all his
troubles und triumphing*.
CHAPTER XXVII.
In Sunries Gulch.
William Stnrbuck Grew the surgeon
aside after the first -till had been ren-
dered. nnd Smith, still unconscious,
had been CO fried from the makeshift
operating table In the commissary to
Williams' cot In the oflloe shack. *
* “How, about It, Doc?” usked the
mine owner bluntly.
The surgeon shook Uls head doubt-
fully.
“I cnii’t say. tie’ll be rather lucky
If he doesn't tnnke It, won’t he?"
Starbuck remembered thnt the doc-
tor hud come out In the uuto with Ihe
police captain and the two plnln-
»• lotlo ; i "ii.
“nnckeimnn has been talking?” he
queried.
The surgeon nodded. “He told me
on the way out.' If I were In Smith’s
place, I’d rather pass out with a bul-
let In my lung. Wouldn’t you?”
Starbuck was frowning sourly.
“Suppose you make It a case of sus-
pended judgment. Doc," he suggested.
“The few of us here who know any-
thing about It are giving John the
benefit of the doubt. They’ll have to
show me, and hnif a dozen of us, be-
fore they can send him over the road."
“He knew they wore after him?”
“Sure thing; and he had all the
chance he needed to make his get-
away. He was shot while he was
trying to get between and stop the
war and keep others from getting
killed.”
“It’s n pity,” said the surgeon, glanc-
ing across at the police captain to
whom Colonel Baldwin was appealing.
“They’ll pot him in the hoipltal cell
at the Jail, and that will cost him
whatever slender chance he might oth-
erwise have to pull through.”
Starbuck looked up quickly. “Tell
’em he can’* he moved, Doc Dan.” hr
urged suddenly. And then: “YouTf
Dick Maxwell’s family physician, nnd
Colonel Dexter’s, and mine. Surety
you can do that much for us?”
“I can, aud I will,” said the surgeon
promptly.
Three days after the wholesale ar
rest at the darn, Brewster gossip had
fairly outworn itself telling and re
telling the story of how the High Lint
charter had been saved; of how (?ru\v
ford Stanton’s bold ruse of hiring an
ox-train-robber to Impersonate u fed-
eral-court officer had fallen through
leaving Stanton nnd his confederates
ruthlessly abandoned by the tin
named principals, languishing bail lost
In Jail; of how Smith, the hero of all
those occasions, was still lying at the j
point of death in the office shack at
the conotructlon camp, and David Kin-
zie, once more In keen pursuit of th<
loaves nnd fishes, was combing tin
market for odd shares of tic* Ktopfc
which was now climbing swiftly out
of reach. But at this climax of ex
hnustlon—or satiety—came a distinct-
ly new set of thrills, more titillating
if possible, than all the others com
blned.
It was on Ihe morning of the. third
day that the Herald announced the
return of Mr. Josinh Illchlander from
the Topaz; nnd in the marriage no.
tices of the same Issue the breakfast
table readers of the newspaper?
learned that the multimillionaire’*
daughter had been privately married
the previous evening to Mr. Tucker
Jibhey. Two mining speculators were
chuckling over the news in the Hophra
House grill when a third man cumt
in to join them.
“What’s the joke?” queried the new-
comer; and when he w*is shown the
marriage item, he nodded gravely.
‘That’s all right; I ut the IleraM man
didn't get the full fluvpr of it. It was
a sort of runaway match, it seems:
the fond parent wasn’t Invited or con-
sulted.”
“I don’t see that the fond parent has
any kick coining,’’ sold the one win
had sold .Tib!icy a promising prospect
hole «•> Topaz mountain two d. .vs cur-
lier. “The young fellow’s got all kinds
of money." •
‘T know,’; the land broker put in
"But they’re wliispcring-it around tliul
Mr. ltichtnnder had other plans tot
his daughter. They also say that Jtb-
bey wouldn't stay to face the music;
that he left on the midnight train last
night a few hours after tiie wedding,
so ns not to ho among (hose present
when the old man should blow in."
“What?”—In a chorus of two—“left
his wife?”
“That’s what they say. But that’s
only one of the new and stnrtlkig
things thnt isn’t in the morning papers.
Have you heard about Smith ? or
haven't you been up long enough yet?” j
“I heard yesterday that he was be- |
ginning to mend," replied the break* I
faster on the left.
(TO BE CONTINUED.!
(Special Information Service, United States department of Agriculture.)
MARKETING EGGS BY MOTOR.
At-
one of the Motor Trucks Used to Gather Egg* and 1 ransport Them to Market.
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MOTOR TRUCK TO
TRANSPORT EGGS
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Producers Find Experiment So
Satisfactory That They Will
Extend Service.
QUICK DELIVERY IS RESULT
Fruits, Vegetables and Other Products
in Season to Be Carried—Mer-
chandise Is Hauled by Trucks
on Return Trips.
Last year producers of eggs nonr
Vineland und Millville, New Jersey,
had difficulties getting their eggs to
dealers in New York City. This year,
however, they travel direct by motor
truck to the dealers’ doors and arrive
in less time and with less loss from
breakage than in other seasons.
This community of producers lias
found the results of their experiment
of shipping eggs by motor truck so
successful that they are planning to
extend their effort# to cover fruits nnd
vegetables, poultry, und other products
In season.
Eggs by Motor Truck.
Following a season In which trans-
portation troubles made shipments to
New York City unsatisfactory the
farmers sought assistance from the
bureau of markets of the United States
department of agriculture, and spe-
cialists on motor-truck marketing made
a survey of the situation. This was
followed by a group of producers agree-
ing to ship their eggs by motor truck
and to bring Hie cases to designated
places along the route the truck was
to cover. A large commercial motor-
truck company, operating a fleet of
trucks between New York and Phila-
delphia, was interested nnd agreed to
make u detour on tlielr trips to New
York, to which city their trucks had
often traveled without being loaded,
to take In Vineland and Millville. Lo-
cal farmers nnd merchants in these
two towns agreed to give their hauling
business from Philadelphia to the-truck
company and thus insure a full lond
for the trucks all the way from Phila-
delphia to Now York.
Capacity of Trucks.
The trucks have a capacity of about
five tons, and can take 205 crab - of
eggs. On the first trip only 150 cases
were ready at the roadside and the bal-
ance of the load was made up of crated
glass from Vineland and Millville. This
first load went the 1-40 miles in the
record time of 15 hours with not an
egg broken on Ihe way. The tin •
went across on the ferry Boat from the
New Jersey shore, nnd the eggs were
delivered on the sidewalks In front
of the wholesale houses. Ou the re-
turn trip the track hauled merchandise
from New York direct to Philadelphia.
Some of the dealers In New York
City are offering a premium of from
one-half to one and oni*-half cents a
dozen for eggs- shipped by motor
truck from Vineland and Millville, be-
cause the eggs nrrive in better condi-
tion and In quicker time than when
shipped by rail. This premium alone
more than covers the difference In cost
of shipping by motor truck and by rail,
and, in addition to the time saved, the
motor-truck service is more dependable
and gives better delivery. The eggs,
as yet, are not pooled, but consist of
Individual shipments to a number of
deale-g.
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Is there a physical training
clnss In your town?
If not, this Is n good time to
start one—n physical training
class to harden the soft muscles
of town and ettv men, so they
can go to farms nnd do effective
work during emergency needs
for farm labor in their counties
nnd communities.
Kansas City started a “loyal
physical fitness class” some
weeks before the time for the
whent harvest. The Idea sprend
all over the state. In many
towns nnd cities similar classes
wore organized, and men made
themselves fit for the hard work ■ *
they were to undertake in the J
fields as volunteer hnrvest work-
ers. The Kansus wheat crop
couldn’t have been harvested If
thousands of patriotic men from
Ihe towns and cities had not
volunteered to save this crop
that will help feed the fighters
at the front. And a great many
of these men couldn’t have work-
ed ns effectively, and some of
them would have been forced to
drop out altogether. If they hnd
not been prepared for the physi-
cal strain by preliminary train-
ing.
Uncle Sam needs the help of
every loyal American citizen.
Kither work or fight! You can’t
do your best work, ell her at
your jpresent job or at any other
Job, or In the fields temporarily
as a farm volunteer, unless you
ure physically fit.
A few weeks’ work In a physi-
cal training class will “harden”
you surprisingly. Stnrt u class
In your town. Be ready to go to
work effectively, be nh!o really
to accomplish something In the
fields when the call comes for
patriotic town men to do emer-
gency farm work In your section.
An open space—the courthouse
square or a vacant lot or a big
buck yard—a lender who knows
the army “setting up” or other
movements nnd exercises—and
determination on the part of the
men of your town—these are all
the things you need.
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Finding Help for Harvest.
Kansas answered the call for In-
creased food production. Kansas plant-
ed more wheat, Kansas knew, of
course, that a tremendous amount of
j man power would be required to har-
vest that crop. But Kansas waratt dis-
mayed. Uncle Sam called for more
• wheat. Kansas ptunted more wheat.
Kansas knew thnt wheat would be har-
vested and that people In the towns
and cities would go to the fields to
help do it!
And that Is precisely how It is being
harvested—by people from the towns
nnd cities of Kansas. A literal exo-
dus of all the urban people hasn’t been
necessary, of course. But all that wore
needed went—and more were ready If
needed.
The state-wide campaign for town
volunteers for farm labor service dur-
ing the harvest was launched at a Kan-
sas City conference the latter part of
May. Representatives of the United
States department of agriculture re-
minded all the co-operating agencies
at that conference of the policy that
department has been urging since the
beginning of the war—the use of town
man power for local farm labor needs
during seasonal emergencies.

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