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THE
MOTHER!
•California Syrup of Figs"
Child's Best Laxative
m
—
HARMON COUNTY TRIBUNE
Accept "California" Syrup of Figs
only—look for the name California on
the package, then you ure sure your
child Is having the best ami moat harm-
less physic for the little stomach, liver
and bowels. Children love Its fruity
taste. Full directions on each bottle.
Tou must suy "California."—Adv.
Aura.
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A Lady of Distinction
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A bath <vlth Cutleurn Soap and hot
water to thoroughly cleanse the pores,
followed by a (lasting with Cuticura
Talcum powder usunlly means a clear,
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It Is doubtful whether original sub-
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while.
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Do you get up morningB tired and
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I was restless and goi
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Now Method Discovered for Wardiac
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BLUE
MOON 1
Jl Tale of the
Flatwoods
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* By DAVID ANDERSON £
V ' • W
(Copyright by the Bobbs-Merrlll Company)
"FIVE THOUSAND!"
Synopsis.—Never having known
his father, and living with his
mother on a houseboat on the Wa-
bash river, Pearlhunter—the only
name ho has—learns from her a
part of the Blory of her sad life.
The recital Is interrupted by a
fearful fit of coujrr.tng and lie hur-
ries ashore to seek a root that af-
fords relief. He meets a young
girl whom he mentally christen*
the Wild Itose. She eludes him be-
fore he can make her acquaint-
ance. A vacant cabin on the shore
has attracted the attention of the
ailing woman, and they move Into
it. Their first meal la interrupted
by thq Man-ln-the-Fancy-Vest.
Pearlhunter strikes him. Gunplay
threatens. The mother dramati-
cally drlvea the intruder away.
Sho stays he is the "Other Man,"
whom she huB not Been for 20
years. They And a red musk
dropped by the Other Man. That
night Pearlhunter linda the Blue
Moon, a great freshwater pearl.
His rriother dies without revealing
hlB father's name. Pearlhunter
and the Other Man meet In the
village; a pistol tight Is narrowly
averted. Pearlhunter believes him
to be the Red Mask criminal. Pearl-
hunter rescues Wild lloBe from the
Other Man and meets Wild Man,
her father. He Is a man of cul-
ture, crazed from concussion of the
brain, the result of an attack by
someone wearing a red mask. Nr>
body knows his identity; he Is
known at the post office simply aB
Box 23. Pearlhunter proposed that
he sell the Blue Moon and send
for a surgeon to operate. Wild
Rose agrees.
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Fabric; . ilioii-nt as glass for hotbeds. Cat-
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IREMOUiaK^
CHAPTER VI—Continued.
A form blotted the moonlight npon
the floor with a living splotch of shad-
ow. An arm came In at the door; a
hand fumbled behind the casement.
That was all. No fnce appeared. A
moment or two, and the arm disap-
peared ; the splotch of shadow slid off
the square of moonlight; the soft foot-
falls slipped away around the east end
of the cabin and muffled into silence.
Very softly the Pearlhunter rose to
Ms feet. The light outside was far
too bright to risk venturing forth. It
would have betrayed him Instantly.
He glanced around the cabin. The
moon had passed by the east window,
■o that It was In the shadow. He
stole across the floor and peeped out
through a broken pane.
A man was picking his way up the
bluff. He seemed in na great hurry,
nor In the least disturbed. At the top
of the blurt he stopped and looked
back. In his brief Instant of pause be-
fore striding away Into the woods the
moon picked him out clear as day. It
was the Man-ln-the-Fancy-Vest.
There was no more sleep for the
Pearlhunter. He left the window,
went to the cabin door and felt behind
the casement where the hand had
groped. His. fingers came In contact
with a tiny bundle wedged between
the logs and the door frame. He drew
it forth and unrolled it In the moon-
light, deeming it Imprudent to light
the candle. Even before the moon
beams fell upon the thing he knew by
a certain disquieting premonition what
it would prove to be—a red mask.
He felt along the wall to the chink
above the table and poked his fingers
between It and the logs, where he had
concealed the packet the evening |^e.v
moved Into the cabin. It was still
there. He drew It forth and compares
It with the other. They were almost
Identical, and of a pattern with the
one he had seen that afternoon at the
three-gabled cabin.
He sat down by the table and
dropped his chin Li his palm. What
did It mean? What must It mean—
this last one? He knew the menning
of the flrsft—dropped by chance. He
had a very plausible surmise as to the
story of the other, the one with the
knife thrust through It at the three-
gabled cabin. Hut this one—this last
one?
The man wanted to hide that bit of
doth right there. But why? The Pearl-
hunter raked his brain for the answer.
Why? He must have been ignorant
that the other was hidden behind the
chink, or why should he have taken
such pnins to hide this one? He was
probably ignorant of the fact that he
had dropped the other one in the cab-
in that night; possibly did not know
where he had lost It. It was even con-
ceivable that the loss of It may have
occasioned him no small anxiety. If
he did not know that he had dropped
the other mask In the cabin, he prob-
ably was unaware that the Pearlhunt-
er knew him. The young man sat still
• long time over that thought.
That he could with such apparent
readiness supply himself with another
mask after the first was lost suggested
a nearby rendezvous, undoubtedly
somewhere In the Flatwoods—a ren-
dezvous. or a confederate. But that
was unlike him—to have a confed-
erate. He was known to work alone.
And his horse—he would not likely al-
low himself to get far from It. He
wouldn't dare ride it into the village.
Rocket, the famous thoroughbred of
the Red Mask, was well known. And
a horse can not be easily disguised.
But always, no matter where his
thought strayed, like a man lost in
the woods and traveling In a circle, he
invariably came back to the starting
point—the question : Why did he hide
the mask in. tho cabin? One thing was
certain. He didn't hide it without a
purpose.
He seemed to feel some intangible,
Indefinable force for evil forming
about him—like spider webs across the
face; delicately effective; hideously ef-
ficient. A kind of drend crept out 01
the silence and the solitude and
gripped his spirit. Danger; death—
the Red Mask Juggled witli them as a
king Juggles empires. Why .didn't he
draw there In the saloon; why didn't
he draw at the fence? There was
death in his eyes.
The scene In the cabin that first
evening crossed his mind, when b*
chance he had learned the secret of
the man's Identity; a secret shared
by no one else In the Flatwoods; a
secret he dared not reveal for want
of proof. He had often thought of It.
Tonight freshened it in his mind com-
pelllngly; the strange actions of his
mother; her flaring scorn; how she
nad sprung from her chair and beat
the Intruder off with the imperious dig-
nity of her eyes. Her story, the one
nil too brief word that had reached
him out of the sailed past, came to
him again. Long and long he sat with
his head bowed over the table.
Dawn at the east window surprised
him. He stepped to the cabin door.
The square of moonlight upon the floor
wns pale and sickly. Great shafts of
bronze thrust up out of the east and
dimmed the stars. A mist lay along
the river like a cloud that had fallen
from the sky and loved the warm
earth so well that It refused to return.
He stood In the door and watched
the \yorld wake up—his world; the
only world he knew. A half sleepy
twitter here and there among the
trees; a croak down by the water's
edge; a squawk over In the bayou; and
on the higher ground a trill now and
then of distilled witchery—he knew
them all. every voice. A crow wal-
lowed along In the purple light and
rasped the silence with his raucous
call. He was answered by another
from somewhere across in the bot-
toms. The woods lifted its thousand
voices; a multitude shouting, as at the
coming of a hero. And the hero was
at hand. The gates of dawn opened
and he drove In. Bronze turned to
gold; the hills away in the south bared
their heads; a soft breeze crooned
along over the trees and blew out the
morning star.
In the early light the Pearlhunter
searched the ground about the door-
step for any tracks that might have
been left by the night prowler. In
the hard and moldy open ground he
No Face Appeared.
found the marks of a boot. The heel
had only touched the ground once or
twice. He was struck by Its small
size. It was said by some that the
Red Mask had been a gentleman and
an artist before he took to the road.
The Pearlhunter could well believe It,
for certainly no other boot In the Flat-
woods could leave a print so small.
The heel had been somewhat worn,
so that the nails protruded slightly.
They had left a very distinct row of
prints around the edge of the mark.
The track was made by the right boot.
He huntod one of the left. No nails
showed. From the circumstances he
couclnded that the outer heel-cap of
the right boot had come off, allowing
the nails to protrude.
It Votfld be hard to( say what train
of thought the finding of the heel print
plunged the man back Into as he
straightened and stood crumpling the
two patches of stiff cloth In his hand.
His gray eyes and passive face were
hard to read. An old broken crock
lay against the cabin near the step.
He picked It up, turned It up-side-
down over the heel print and went
back into the cabin.
He kindled a fire in the cook stove,
and when he had It going good,
dropped both masks in and watched
them burn to cinders—and afterward
raked the ashes.
The Pearlhunter, with the horse
sense 20 years of hard knocks had
beaten Into him, knew that this was
his day—his one first day—his to
seize; to have; to hold.
Five thousand dollars; a gray ghost
In the easy chair Irj the cabin of the
three gables; a girl that "trusted" him
—and tho big day going! It was
.enough to make a man restless.
The forenoon was nearly gone when,
through the trees up the river, he
caught the bright glint of the sun upon
oar blades. Even at that distance he
knew the craft—Louie Solomon's long,
white six-oared skiff.
Broom in hand, the Pearlhunter was
malting a prodigious dust and clatter
among the chairs and boxes when the
pearl buyer, short and pudgy—Jew
from his shrewd eyes to his fat feet-
stepped before the door.
"House cleaning, hain'dt it?"
"Oh, Just digging myself out."
Standing his broom against the wall,
he stepped outside. He knew Louie
Solomon well—what pearl fisher did
not?—and Louie Solomon khew him.
Like two wrestlers on the mat the two
stood looking each other over—a man
that wanted to sell something; a man
that wanted to buy It—with the odds
on the one that could put up the big-
gest bluff. The world could be halved
Just there.
"Cup by d'e'shprlng?"
"A gourd."
The two went arbund the west end
of tbe cahln and back to where the
spring boiled out from beneath the
foot of the cliffs. The Jew dipped up
a gourdful and drank so deep that the
Pearlhunter knew It was no honest
thirst he quenched. The bar of the
Mud Hen >vas famous aiong the Wa-
bash.
"Himmel! Dot shpring! Not once
I pass Fallen Rock 1 don't shtop undt
drink 'lm. I'm campin' here tonight.
I'm last night campin* here, but we
shtruck town late, undt got In mid d'e
Boss undt a lot of pearl fishers. ITndt
dls morning!" He threw up his pudgy
hands, the Jew's exclamation point
when toords fail. -"Acli Himmel, d'e
headt! Undt poker! All poker play-
ers vot I see, he's d'e schlick one!"
"The Boss?"
"Boss! He don't can see last night
d'e candle. Dot timber buyer. I don't
met him before. Poker! From $23 he
trjm me I"
The eyes of the' Pearlhunter drew
together.
"Timber! AVhat was he like?"
"Oh, so high like your shoulder," he
sal,d. "Light hair, blue eyes—undt
hell on cussln'."
"Did he wear a fancy vest?"
"You know him?"
"I've, seen him."
The pearl buyer took off his hat and
wiped his sleeve across his brow.
"I tell him I'm tonight campin' here.
He say mebbe he come down undt giff
me chance to get it back, my $23."
Thfe Pearlhunter's eyes were still
drawn and thoughtful, though he made
no comment, but led the way back to
the front of the cabin, as though he
believed his companion had merely
come up the hill for a drink at the
v spring and would now go back to his
skiff. It completely deceived Louie Sol-
omon, for* all his craftiness. But, of
course, he had no means of knowing
the message the Boss had shouted up
from the boat the night before.
The Pearlhunter stepped Inside the
door and picked up his broom. Out of
the little end of his eye he saw the
Jew watching him. He made a swipe
with the broom as if to go on with his
sweeping. It was a close grapple of
wits. But the lure of the pearl was
too much for Louie Solomon. He had
to come to It at last; and he had to
come square. Taking off his hat, he
looked back over his shoulder and
again drew his sleeve across his brow.
"I'm hearln' you picked up a blue
one."
The Pearlhunter leaned his broom
against the table and came out upon
the door step.
"Who was telling you?"
"Oh, dey talk. You sell him-?"
"If I get my price."
"How much you want it?"
"Five thousand."
The little Jew almost fell over. His
fat hands punched the air full of ex-
clamation points.
"Five t'ousan'! Himmel! You pearl
fishers iss all alike—all crazy."
."That's my price."
He stepped back inside the door and
reached for hist broom. The other
hopped across the door sill and caught
his arm.
"Himmel! Let It go dot broom! I
look at your pearl. You should jump
In d'e boat, undt we look him over at
d'e bank. But I know he turn out like
d'e rest—wort' mebbe five hundred;
mebbe no. You pearl fishers iss all
crazy. Himmel!"
The Pearlhunter followed in silence.
He did not ask how the other knew
the Blue Moon was In the bank, know-
ing what river men were when drink
had loosed their tongues. After days
and weeks at the clam rakes and the
mucky vats, with little more than an
occasional grunt between them, three
fingers of "squirrel" whisky would set
their tongues bobbwg like a cork in a
suck hole.
Louie Solomon carried three rowers
In his long skiff, all hardy river men
that had been with him for years.
Each man wore a heavy six-shooter in
plain sight at his belt. Some said that
he paid these men fancy wages, and
that he employ&l them as much for
their ability with the revolver as for
their skill at the oars.
It was far past noon when the white
skiff drew up to the wharf. A crowd,
mostly river men. was there to meet
it—and more coming. It seemed ev-
erybody in Buckeye knew what was
going on. In front of the Mud Hen
the little Jew paused, rolled his furry
tongue, and jerked his hand towtard
the door. The Pearlhunter shook his
head.
"Wait till we get back from the
bank."
The Jew stabbed the air with his ex-
pressive hands.
"Himmel! It's on me !"
But the Pearlhunter was far too
wise to fall for that trick.
"Thanks," he said. "But business
first."
He strode on toward the bank. The
Jew trotted along beside him. The
crowd followed.
The old banker invited them back
Into his private office and shut the
door. It was the first time the Pearl-
hunter had ever been farther In a bank
than the lobby, and only once in his
life that far. The solid and substan-
tial luxury of the place was a reve-
lation to him, even a matter of intense
curiosity. But the cumulative effect
of it wait to give him courage, to make
him feerhe was somebody.
It seemed' to the Pearlhunter that
the banker was gone a long time when
he went to bring the pearl from the
safe. When he finally re-entered the
private office the owner of the pearl
saw why. He had hunted up some-
where about the bank a small box, a
tiny jewel case, covered with green
plush, and was carrying the p^arl in
it—a little thing, but very graceful
and gracious. The act went to the
heart of the Pearlhunter and Immense-
ly Increased his confidence and self-
respect, which was probably the very
thing the wise old banker hoped It
would do.
Louie Solomon knew ,esh wafer
pearls. Probably there was no great-
er expert living. His first glance at
the Blue Moon, when the lid of the
tiny £lush case was raised, betrayed
him. Forgetful of the level eyes
watching his slightest move, studying
his every expression, he pounced upon
the glorious jewel and caressed It with
his hands, devoured it with his pro-
truding eyes—the crafty trader lost
for the moment In the expert; the
Jew in the man.
But it was only for the moment. The
enthusiast vanished; in his place the
hard-faced trader. He straightened;
set the box, with the lid still up, on
the table that occupied the center of
the office floor, and lobked around at
the others.
"6o-o—I" he said, with a slither of
his hand toward the pearl—a gesture
only Louie Solomon could make.
"Undt dot iss it for which d'e pearl
fishers should go crazy."
But even Louie Solomon couldn't
quite put over his accustomed bluff in
the face of such a gem. It drew his
eyes back in spite of him. Taking a
lens from his pocket, he stooped over
it again.
"You no see dot flaw?" he said, aft-
er a short inspection.
The Pearlhunter took the lens and
looked with quick, studied care. Some-
times the most perfect pearl will de-
velop a flaw in ripening.
"No," he answered, handing back
the lens. "Neither do you."
It was a straight thrust. The buyer
flushed and studied his man. Who
was this Pearlhunter, anyhow?
"Veil, how much you want it?"
"i told you."
The Jew ridiculed the idea with his
hands.
"I t'ought you make me some fool-
ishness. You dond't can meant it?"
"You've got a good chance to find
out."
The Jew stooped again over the
pearl, rolled It about upon the plush
cushion inside the tiny Jewel case, took
a small pair of calipers from his vest
pocket and measured it, not only to
determine its size but its roundness as
well. The old banker looked across
the table and winked at the Pearl-
hunter—a very distinct and unmistak-
able wink. A dry grin puckered the
young man's eyes. It's not every pearl
fisher that gets winked at by a banker.
Solomon looked up after a while
and growled:
"I giff you t'ree t'ousan'."
The banker started. But the Pearl-
hunter said:
"If it ain't worth more than that. I
might as well go down to Mud Haul
and fish for bullheads."
Louie Solomon swore—a stiff little
run of what the Flatwoods calls "keen
cussln'." His eyes stuck out; he
stormed back and forth across the
floor a time or two, muttering to him-
self in Yiddish, a language in which
he doubtless swore more comfortably.
It was the "squirrel" whisky. Louie
knew better, too.
But the tempest was soon oveiu He
stopped at the corner of the tab", his
face smoothed serene as a garden—i
and like a garden, the better for the
storm.
"Louie, I many times say to mine-
self, Lo"uie, you got it too much big
hearted to be a pearl buyer yet. Too
much soft-hearted you got It. Hard-
hearted a pearl buyer should be. You
giff too high, undt you sell too low.
Misses Solomon, she die In d'e poor-
house yet, hain'dt it? I giff you four
fousan'."
The Pearlhunter glanced across t{ie
table at the banker.
"I reckon you might as well put It
back in the safe," he said. "He knotfs
my price, and he don't see* to want
to do business."
The banker picked up the little
plush case, snapped the lid down, and
started for the door. Taking the pearl
from the room was like* putting the
light out. The Jew's face was a study.
He drew his sleeve across his brow.
"Brlug it back," he cried. "Himmel!
You pearl fishers Iss all crazy. I gift
it de five t'ousan'."
"He choke me—-I tear off de
mask—he shtick me. Himmel!
De Blue Moon!"
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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White, J. Warren. The Harmon County Tribune (Hollis, Okla.), Vol. 11, No. 26, Ed. 1 Tuesday, February 8, 1921, newspaper, February 8, 1921; Hollis, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc233745/m1/2/: accessed April 24, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.