The Blackwell Times-Record (Blackwell, Okla.), Vol. 31, No. 15, Ed. 1 Thursday, December 13, 1923 Page: 2 of 8
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Turned Her Head, All
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to Joan, after
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Insult your wife?
Husband—No; he put ids fish supper
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unreasoning fear. Then
opened and Pierre came in
"What brought you back
"Too soon for you, eh?"
to the hearth where she had lain,
up the book, struck it with
having a bath, they must not wash
the back, as water weakens that part
of the body.
flesh. The air was full
of scorched skin so that
herself. And hotter than
heart burned, consuming
asked his mother to let his
come and see him.
are a good boy!" said his
"Do you like her so much?"
said Bobby. “But I
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hand as though it had been a hated
face, and flung It into the fire. "I
seen you through the window," he said.
"So you been happy readln' while I
“I’ll get you supper. I’ll light the
lamp," Joan stammered.
Pierre’s face was pale, his black hair
lay In wet streaks on his temples. He
must have traveled at
through the bitter cold
a sweat. There was
controlled disorder In
there arose from him
strong drink. But he was steady and
sure In all his movements and his
eyes were deadly cool and reason-
able-only it was the reasonableness
of Insanity, reasonableness based on
the widlest premises of unreason.
“1 don’t want no supper, nor no
light.” he said. "Firelight's enough
fer you to read parsons* books by; it's
enough fer me to do what I onghter
done long afore tonight."
She stood In the middle of the
small, log-walled room, arrested In the
act of lighting a match, and stared at
him with troubled eyes. She was no
longer afraid. After all, strange as be
looked, more strangely as be talked,
he was her Pierre, her man. The con
fldence of her heart had not been seri-
ously shaken by his coldnesa and his
moods during this winter. There had
been i'mes of fierce, possessive tender
nos*. She was his own woman, his
property; at this low counting did she
rata herself. A sane man does no In-
jury to his awn possessions. And
Pierre, of course, wu tana. He was
Motor, golf, charity, pile or slavel—
“Such a good time as I’ve had this
winter," said King
you In the
She held out her hand
and held It. pressing It
He felt troubled about her, unwilling
to leave her in the snowbound wilder-
ness with that young savage of the
"Good-by," snld Pierre behind him.’
His soft voice had a click.
Holliwell turned to him. "Good-by,
Landis. I shan't see either of you till
the spring. I wish you a good winter
and I hope—” He broke off and held
out his hand. “Well,” said he, "you're
pretty far out of everybody's way
here. Re good to each other.”
"D—n your Interference!"
Pierre Takes Steps to Preserve His
A log fell forward and Joan lifted
her head. She had not come to an end
of Isabella's tragedy nor of her own
memories, but something other than
the falling log had startled her; a
light, crunching step upon the snow.
She looked toward the window. For
an Instant the room was almost dark
and the white night peered in at her,
Its gigantic snow-peaks pressing
against the long, horizontal window
panes, and In that Instant she saw a
face. Joan came to her feet with
pounding pulses. It had been Pierre's
face, but at the same time the face
of a stranger. He had come back
five days too soon and something ter-
rible had happened. Surely his chanc-
ing to see her with her book would
not make him look like that. Besides,
she was not wasting oil. She had
stood up, but at first she was Incapable
of moving forward. For the first time
in her life she knew the paralysis of
Great Soldier's Weakness.
The great duke of Wellington was
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Afterward there was a
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so easy to hold onto it. If It ain't
yer land It’s yer bosses;
yer hosseg It’s yer wife.”
at Joan and laughed.
Pierre went white and
chance shot had Inflamed
He strapped on his snowshoes and
ba de a grim good-by
the man had left,
wastin’ oil while I'm
her sharply, standing
his bead level with the steep wall of
snow behind him, and he gave her a
threatening look so that the tender-
ness In her heart was frozen.
After he had gone, “Pierre, say a
real good-by, say good-by,” she whis-
pered. Her face cramped and tears
She heard his steps lightly crunch-
ing across the hard, bright surface of
the snow; they entered Into the ter-
rible frozen silence. Then she turned
from the door, dried her eyes with her
sleeve like a little village girl, and
ran across the room to a certain shelf.
Pierre would be gone a week. She
would not waste oil, but she would
read. It was with the appetite of a
starved creature that she fell upon
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“There's poetry this
"Get Pierre to rend It
The suggestion was
laugh from Pierre.
"I wouldn’t be wastin'
It was the first rift
tesy. Holliwell looked
surprise. He saw a flash of the truth, a
little wriggle of the green serpent In
Pierre’s eyes before they fell. He
flushed and glanced at Joan. She
wore an almost timorous air, accepted
his remarks In silence, shot doubtful
looks nt Pierre before she answered
questions, was an entirely different
Joan. Now Holliwell was angry and
he stiffened toward his host and host-
ess, dropped nil his talk about the
books and sipoked haughtily. He was
young and over-sensitive, no more
master of himself In this Instance than
Pierre and Joan. But before he left
after supper, refusing a bed, though
Pierre conquered his dislike sufficient-
ly to urge It. Holliwell had a moment
with Joan. It was very touching. He
would tell about It Afterward, but
for a long time he could not bear to
She tried to return his hooks, com-
ing with her arms full of them and
extraordinary, over expressive voice of
hers running an octave of regret; “an’
someway Pierre don't like that I
should spend iny evenin’s on them.
Seems like he thinks I was sett in* my-
.self up to be knowln’ more than him.”
She laughed ruefully. “Me—knowln’
more’n Pierre! It's laughable. But
anyways I don’t want him to be think-
in’ that. So take the bmdes, please.
1 like them." She paused. "I love
them," she snld hungrily, and blink-
ing. thrust them Into his hands.
He put them down on the table.
"You're wrong. Joan." he said quickly.
"You mustn’t give In to such a foolish
idea. You have rights of your own, a
life of your own. Pierre mustn’t stand
In the way of your learning. You
mustn't let Idin. 1'11 speak to him."
“Oh, no!" Some Intuition warned
her of the danger In ids doing this.
“Well, then, keep your hooks and
talk to Pierre about them. Try to per-
suade him to read aloud to you.
shan’t be back now till
want you to read this
all the stuff that's there,
to please me,” and he
"I ain’t afraid of Pierre," said Joan
pride was stung by the
By Katharine Newlin Burt
Copyright by Katharine N. Burt
He asked after
He wanted to know
how you was get tin’ on with the edica-
tlon he's ben handin’ out to you. 1
tell him that you was right satisfied
with me an’ my ways an’ hed quit his
hooks. I didn’t know as you was
hevin’ such a good time durin’ my
Joan was cruelly hurt. His
seemed to fall heavily upon her
"I wasn’t hevin' a good time,
mlsstn' you, Pierre," said she
low tremolo of grieving music,
books, they seemed like they
the company I hed."
"You looked like you was
me," he sneered. "The sln-buster an'
I had words about you, Joan. Yes'm,
be give me quite a line of preachin’
about you, Joan, as how you bed
oughter develop yer own life In yer
own vyay—along the lines laid out by
him. I told him as how I knowed
best what was right an’ flttln' fer
my own wife,; as how, with a mother
like your'n you needed watchin’ more’D
learnin’; as how you belonged to me
an’ not to him. An’, says he, ‘She
don't belong to any man, Pierre Lan-
dis,’ he said, ‘neither to you nor to
She belongs to her own self.’
‘I’ll see that she. belongs to .me,' I
said. ‘I’ll fix her so she’ll know it an’
every other feller will.”’
At that he turned from the fire and
straightened to his feet.
Joan moved backward slowly to the
door. He had made no threatening
sign or movement, but her fear had
come overwhelmingly upon her and
every instinct urged her to flight. But
before she touched the handle of the
door, he flung himself with deadly,
swift force and silence across the
room and took her in his arms. With
all her wonderful strength, Joan could
not nrenk away from him. He dragged
her back to the hearth, tied her el-
bows behind her with the scarf from
his neck, that very scarf be had worn
when the dawn had shed a wistful
beauty upon him, watting for her on
a morning not so very long ago. Joan
"Pierre," she cried pitifully, "what
are you a-goin* to do to me?"
He roped her to the heavy post of
a set of shelves built against the wall.
Then he stood away, breathing fast.
"Now whose gel are you, Joan
Carver?" he asked her.
"You know I'm yours, Pierre," she
sobbed. "You got no need to tie me
to make me say that."
“I got to tie you to make you do
more’n say it. I got to make sure you
are it. H—l-fire won't take
ncss out of me after this."
She turned her head, all
He was bending over the
when he straightened she saw that he
held something in his hand . . .
a long bar of metal, white at the
shaped end. At once her memory
showed her a broad glow of sunset
falling over Pierre at work. “There'll
be stock all over the country marked
with them two bars," he had said
“The Two-Bar brand, don’t you fer-
git It!” She was not likely to forget
She shut her eyes. He stepped close
to her and jerked her blouse down
from her shoulder. She writhed away
from him. silent In her rape and fear
and fighting dumbly. She made no
appeal. At that moment her heart
was so full of hatred that it was hard-
ened to pride,
and set it against
Then terribly she
when he took the
Joan hnd not lost consciousness.
Her hejilthy nerves stanchly received
the anguish and the shock, nor did
she make any further outcry. She
pressed her forehead against the sharp
edge of the shelf, she drove her nails
into her hands, nnd at Intervals she
writhed from head to foot. Circles
of pain spread from the deep bum on
her shoulder, spread and shrank. The
bones of her shoulder and arm ached
terribly; fire still seemed to be eat-
ing Intn her
of the stvell
she tasted It
her hurt her
Its own tenderness and love and trust
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Snow to Old Man
"Yes, I’ve had a
“Im the first
place the children
have made a finer
snow man than I
have ever seen.
And that is saying
a good deal.
In my day you
seen a good many
"I should say
you had." said Old
Man Winter. “Yes,
lf*you think they
have been partic-
ularly tine this
year they have been
“You know what you’re talking
about and no mistake!”
“Well, I think I do," said King
Snow, “and I do not think it is con-
ceited of me to say so."
‘’Certainly not, certainly not," said
Old Man Winter.
"I saw some wonderful snow men in
village yards, in parks, in the country,
and even In the cities.
“Perhaps you’d think that in the
cities they wouldn’t be able to make
nice snow men, but I saw some beau-
"You know that last time Old Bliz-
zard Boy and I had such fun?”
"I remember It well,” said Old
Man Winter. "I was on hand, too."
“Of course you were,” said King
“Well," continued King Snow, “there
were enormous sneftv banks in the
cities, and in one city I saw- all sorts
of things done with these snow banks.
"There were fine houses built—and
one was so large that it had a real
chair right In one of its rooms!
"It was a magnificent house.
"Then I saw shops made along some
of these banks of snow—snow shops
and snowballs on snow counters.
“That was a magnificent sight! A
simply magnificent sight.
“But, as I say, the snow men were
best of all. Some of the children had
poured water over their snow men at
night-time and they had frozen and
were strong, substantial looking snow
“Yes, it has been a splendid winter,
and I have enjoyed all
"I think It has heen a
said Old Man Winter,
think the more wlntery it is the nicer
"Well, I’m your friend,”. said King
“I suppose now," he went on, “I
must be thinking about packing
and leaving soon.
“I hear that Mistress Spring
planning to come three weeks sooner
this year than usual.
"She does that once in awhile, you
know, and all her family and friends
come with her.
, "But of course It may not be so. I
haven't heard exactly about it yet—It
was Just a rumor.
"But If she comes I must get out of
the way. All her children will be tag-
ging right after her.
"First will come the Crocus chll-
mlnd me so much
and stacked his
sent his cows to
for winter feed-
little for him to
brought in two
buckets of water from the well and
had cut for the day’s consumption a
piece of meat from his elk hanging
outside against the wall, he had only
to sit and smoke, to read old maga-
zines and papers and to watch Joan.
Then the poisonous roots of his Jeal-
| ousy struck deep. Always his brain,
falsely Interpreting her wistful silence
—she was thinking of the parson, hun-
gry to read hla books, longing for the
open season and his coming again to
In December » man came In on
snowshoes bringing "the mail"—one
letter for Pierre, a communication
which brought heat to his face. The
Forest service threatened him with a
i loss of land; It pointed to some flaw
In his title; part of his property, the
i most valuable part, had not yet been
1 surveyed. . . . Pierre looked up
I with set jaws, every* fighting Instinct
sharpened to hold what was bls own.
“I hev put In two years’ hard work
on them acres," he told his visitor,
“an* I’m not plannfn’ to give them over
I to the flrat fool favored by the Serv-
ice. My title Is as clean as iny hand.
It’ll take more’n thievery an' more’n
•ptte to take It away from me.”
“tsu better go to Robinson.” ad-
riMd the bearer of the latter; “can't
dren. They don’t
as some of the
they don’t Jove
“Then the Jon-
quil girls and the
Daffodil boys wdll
come along. Some
of them will wear
simple frocks and
some of them will
wear fancy ones
with many petti-
"The Blue Myr-
tle family will fol-
low and the John-
ny Jump-Ups will
stay, too, after
Mistress Spring goes away.
"Then the Misses Tulip wifi come In
all their glory and the Lily of the Val-
ley family and the Striped Grass
cousins will follow.
“As they come along some people
will say, ‘I almost forgot about those
coming out and now, here they are!’
“Yes, soon I must make ready for
Mistress Springtime and her parade,
but I do not mind for I’ve had a glori-
“So have I," said Old Man Winter
with a hearty laugh.
Pierre’s eyes, hut he took the hand
and even escorted Holliwell to his
Snow came early and deep thnt win-
ter. Pierre had cut
winter wood ; he had
n richer man’s ranch
i Ing. There was very
' do. After he had
her Ignorance, her Inexperience led
her to put little emphasis on tfis ef
fects of the poison sold st the town
saloon. When he was warm and fee
nnd rested he would be quite hlmselt
again. She went about preparing c
meal. In spite of his words.
He did not seem to notice this,
hnd taken his eyes from her at last
and was busy with the fire. She,
busy and reassured by the familial
occupation, ceased to watch him. llei
pulses were quiet now. She was ever
beginning to be glad of his return
Why had she been so frightened? 01
course, after such a terrible journey
alone In the hitter cold, he would look
strange. Her father, when he came
back smelling of liquor, had always
been more than usually morose and
unlike his every-day self. He would
sit over the stove and tell her the
story of his crime. They were hor
rlble home-comings, horrible evenings,
but the next morning they would seem
like drenms. Tomorrow 4hls strange
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"I seen your sin-buster In town,"
said Pierre. He was squatting orf Ids
heels over the Are which he had built
up to a great blaze and glow and he
spoke In a queer singsong
through his teeth,
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