The Democrat (Beaver, Okla.), Vol. 11, No. 26, Ed. 1 Thursday, November 25, 1920 Page: 2 of 8
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THE DEMOCRAT. REAVER. OKI. AROMA
That love sometimes cures dis-
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"What becutne of the movement
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"It fell through."
"Lack of Interest?"
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on the committee to censor girl
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Doctor Cupid 1
THE BLUE MOON
A TALE OF THE FLATWOODS
■By DAVIT} AffDEHSOJI
Copyright by the Bobba Merril! Company
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Iron Ores Formed by Bacteria.
Geologists are realizing more fully
as they extend tlielr studies the mag-
nitude of the work done by plautH and
animals In building up and tearing
down parts of tlie crust of the earth.
Even microscopic organisms perfor.j
a large part of this work. Pasteur
long ago showed us the deadly power
of bacteria In disease and their effi-
ciency In promoting fermentation, but
their Influence on the fertility of soils
and their work in expediting rock de-
cay are still subjects of scientific
Synopela — Never having known
hia father, and living with hla
mother on a houseboat on ihe Wa-
bash river, Pearlhunter—th* only
name be haa—learn* from h«r a
part of the story o: her «ad life.
The recital Is taMRVpted >■>' a
fearful fit of coughing un l he hur-
ries aahore to s*-ek a root that af-
foHa relief. He meets a young
girl whom he mentally christens
the Wild ItfiHe. fc'he eludes htm be-
fore he can make her acquaint-
ance. A vacant cabin on the shore
hus attracted the attention «f the
ailing woman, and they move Into
It. Their first meal la lnt.-rrupted
by a strangor who regents their
presence The youth drives the
man from their home. HI* pres-
ent has strangely affected the
mother. That night the youth finds
within a mussel the largest pearl
that haa been found on the river,
the Blue Moon.
"That pearl's Intlrely too valuable
to take chances on," he muttered, lay-
ing his coat in the bow, with the shot-
gun across It, giving the final shove to
the boot and leaping in. "I reckon
I'll Jlst stick around till y'u git it In
th' bank t'morrow. That hell-hound,
th* lied Mask, stuck up th' Mllford
stage down th' river last week. Your
Blue Moon would be nuts t' hip; an'
we did make a right smart fuss when
y'u found it."
lie shifted the six-shooter In his
pocket from between the edge of the
seat and his hip, picked up the shot-
gun and examined the caps on the
"You c'n all talk about these new-
fangled six-guns that wan't', but they
cayn't nothln' come up with a good ol'
scatter-iock when things git tight."
■ The young man at the oars made no
reply to these remarks. lie was think-
ing of that bit of flaming cloth behind
the chink at the cabin. For a moment
the impulse came on him to tell the
Boss, but he decided to keep his own
The moon had poked her round face
up over the hills by the time they
landed at Fnllen Rock. The Pearl-
hunter picked up the big bass and led
the way to the cabin up under the
The candle was still shining out
through the one small south window,
the dimmer for the moonlight, a little
square of luminous yellow set In the
gray and ragged logs. Full of the big
news he bore, the young man hurried
tip the slope. The pearl almost
seemed to become a creature of sense
and sympathy; to feel warm against
him; the luster of it to shine through
When within a few feet of the door
he heard his mother cough—hissing;
whistling; choky. He dropped the fish
and darted In at the door.
She stow! stooped In iront of her
chair, clutching the table. Her hand
moved over the cloth as If trying to
write. Blood was pouring from her
mouth and falling to the floor. He
sprang at her. She clutched his arm;
hung to lilin. He would not have be-
lieved It possible she had such force
In her fingers. She struggled painful-
ly to choke back the blood; then
strove pitifully to speak. No word
came—only that awful whistling hiss-
ing gasp. He saw the luster die In
her eyes—the eyes that In their day
had been so wonderful. They were
trying hard to tell him something—
words her lips were not able to
frame. He strove to read their mes-
sage. In vain! There came a last
gasp; her body suddenly stiffened,
quivered, relaxed—and ho eased her
hack Into the chair. The Iron-Gray-
Woman was dead.
The Pearlhunter raised her hunds
to cross them on her lap. Some ob-
ject fell from the lax fingers to the
floor. It was a soldier's glove, stiff
and mildewed with age.
Turning to lay it upon the table, he
stood startled and Btnring. His cry
brought the old Boss to his side. Two
words, scrawled In blood on the cloth,
glared up at them;
There had been a further attempt
to write, but the effort had only re-
sulted In a scrawl, impossible to de-
A Man Without a Name.
The Pearlhunter sat on the door-
step of the cabin, his face bowed In
his hands. It was June upon the
slope under the trees; June In Wolf
Run chuckling and chirking along on
Its way from spring and waterfall to
the river; June In the heart of a car-
dinal rocking upon the top twig of n
tall hickory; December In the heart
of the Pearlhunter.
Half-way down the elope, beyond
the tangled underbrush and In the
edge of the grass-covered open strip
that bordered the river shore, the
green was broken by a monnd of fresh
earth. Ho had rimmed It round with
shells brought up from the river;
upon the head had planted a cluster
of orchids, the lady's-silpper of the
Flatwoods. They were like her. the
orchids—a lonely flower; one to a
wide stretch of solitude. Nobody but
he could have found so many, because
nobody knew the woods bo well.
As he looked back over the years,
he found himself pondering the con-
tradictions of his mother's life, in the
light of the story he had heard that
memorable afternoon—the refinement
In the midst of mean surroundings,
the stern pride that hod held her so
long In exile because of a word that
had, mayhap, been long repented. The
muck und grime of the river had
never smudged her. Through It all
she had kept as pure, as white, as a
flake of snow—and as cold.
"What air y'u calc'latln'do with
them wild roses here In th' tumbler in
the winder—keep 'em 'r chuck 'em
out? I cayn't And but one more
The voice of the old Boss half
startled the man on the doorstep. The
gruff old fellow had never left him,
night or day.
The Pearlhunter had forgotten him,
the rumpled house, the dishes, every-
thing. He lifted his face from his
hands, rose, and entered the cabin.
The Boss was pointing to three wild
roses—a red, a pink, a white—in a
tumbler of water in the window.
The vision the Pearlhunter had seen
on the rock at the pool came again.
A vision—It had been Just that, only
that; an exquisite picture flashed be-
fore his face and Instantly snatched
away—a picture he would never see
Her Hand Moved Over the Cloth as if
Trying to Write.
again. It seemed unreal as he looked
back upon It In the light of another
day. But no, there were the roses. He
bent bis face down and caught the
aroma of their breath.
"Let them be," he said. "They will
last another day."
The Boss made no reply. To him
they were merely faded roses. He was
sitting on the doorstep about to light
ills pipe when the younger man called
htm. With the freshly filled pipe In
one hand, the unlighted match in the
other, he rose and stepped back Into
the cabin. The Pearlhunter was
standing before a small hair-covered
trunk, scarcely bigger than an ordi-
nary suitcase of the present day. It
stood open, with the lid thrown back,
exactly as It had stood two nights be-
fore when he came up from the river
and found his mother dying. Its con-
tents seemed to Indicate that they had
been rummaged through by some one
whose haste hail been great—doubt-
less by his mother. It hurt him to re-
call the cause of that haste. The
bloodstained glove she had held In her
band lay uppermost, probably tossed
there by one of the rjver men.
"It's time to know what's In this
A certain tenseness In his voice es-
caped the Boss.
"I've never seen Inside of It before."
The Boss was In the act of scraping
,hls match. He stopped; looked
around out of the tall of his eye, but
whatever his thoughts, he made no
"First of all, here's this glove," the
young man went on. lifting the glove
from the trunk. "You know where
we—saw It first."
The Boss threw away the stub of
his match and felt the time-stained
and mildewed article.
"West Point," he'muttered. "Hit's
th' kind them sprigs wears—officer's,
I'd say, offhand."
The other stood considering it; laid
It aside; and lifted the next article
from the trunk. It proved to he a
woman's dress of rich brocade. Little
as the two men knew of such matters,
It impressed even them as being of
the very finest material and of fin-
ished workmanship. Under It lay
other articles of woman's wear, all
equally rich, though now yellow with
the Btaln of time. Down beneath
everything else lay a small box which
the Boss, from an experience which
befell him as a soldier In the far
South, knew to be satinwood.
The young man stood with It in his
hand, afraid to ralRe the lid—afraid
to put it to the test. So far, the trunk
had given up nothing. He was still
nameless. What If this, too, should
prove a blank?
At last the Pearlhunter raised the
lid—some baby clothes, clean and
neatly folded; a plain gold ring
wrapped In a handkerchief of the
finest cambric; and, under all, a pic-
ture—what the Iron-Gray-Woman
must have been In her girlhood. He
snatched It up, carried It to the light
of the dOor and looked long upon It.
After a time he came back to the
trunk. The satinwood box was the
last article In It, and it had told him
nothing. He laid the picture In It, re-
placed the baby clothes and ring,
closed the box and put It back. He
even took a soft of melancholy satis-
faction in replacing, with studied
neatness, the glove, the dress and
other articles, after which he cjosed
the lid, locked it, pocketed the key,
and turning to the window, stood star-
ing out over the river.
He was still a man without a name.
The Boss stepped back from the
"The Blue Moon." he said. "Hit
orta be putt away safe."
As If the statement recalled
thoughts that had strayed far, the
young man reached In his pocket and
drew forth the pearl, still rolled In the
bit of cloth.
The two days of ripening and the
chafe of the cloth had greatly en-
hanced its brilliance. Quietly rolling
the pearl up in the cloth again, he left
the cabin and, followed by the Boss,
strode down the slope through the
trees to the boat, and together they
rowed away toward th9 village.
The fame of the Pearlhunter had
preceded him. As he came up from
the wharf Into the town, the Mud
Hen, the one saloon of the place, dis-
gorged a swaggering, swearing popu-
lation that gathered round him. The
Boss' crewt camped half a mile below
Fallen Rock, and the crew of Bull
Masterson, camped three miles above,
were both there. Besides these, the
Obenchaln, a small steamer plying be-
tween the ports of the Wabash, had
come in that morning, bringing other
Caught In the swirl of the crowd,
the Pearlhunter and his companion
were swept Into the Mud Hen. A hun-
dred voices clamored to have the pearl
laid upon the bar where all could file
by and see it. There fell a few min-
utes of comparative quiet while the
hungry eyes of the river men were de-
vouring it. Then followed drinks all
round—at the expense of the finder;
and—what followed is not a pleasant
task to describe.
The Pearlhunter, remembering that
mound of fresh earth at Fallen Rock,
kept his head and drank hut little.
The Boss, on the other hand, "cut th'
dog loose," as the river men gay. By
noon he was singing snatches of half-
forgotten songs and fighting the In-
dian wars all over again. Coming up
to where his young friend leaned
against the bar, in easy reach of the
pearl, still lying upon Its bit of cloth,
he threw an arm about his neck and
leant hard upon him, something he
couldn't have been hired' to do when
"Come 'ere, you fellers. Thls'n's on
me, an' it's to th' Pearlhunter, th*
whitest man along th' Wabash—an'
be d d t' th* roan what says 'e
The rabble swarmed about the bar
—all that were able. Bottle necks
gurgled; glasses clinked; red whisky
sizzled down hot throats; a few
shouted; some swore; others merely
That last drink was the Boss" fin-
ish. He wilted down into the nearest
chair; lurched heavily over upon a ta-
ble and lay there mumbling, or laugh-
ing In high, shrill key; occasionally
shouting out a note or two of a boat-
ing song that had been old on the riv-
er for a quarter of a century.
It was early afternoon before the
Pearlhunter dared to think seriously
of depositing the pearl—before river
etiquette permitted him to remove it
from the bar. He tried to rally the
Boss. All he eot was a further in-
stallment of the Indian wars.
Half disgusted with It all, he turned
back to the bar and stood leaning his
chin upon his hand. A door opened
from another part of the building—
the Mud Hen being an inn, the only
one in the place. A man entered.
Crossing the floor with as little atten-
tion to the crowd as If the place had
been deserted, he swaggered up to the
bar. Perhaps he secretly wished that
somebody would get In his way. He
had Just that air about him.
The Pearlhunter heard the door
open; felt the hush that fell—the
hush that always falls upon the rab-
ble at the coming of a masterful pres-
ence. He turned his eyes slowly to-
ward the newcomer. Ills nerves were
as steady as the woods make them,
but they were not quite proof against
what he*6aw. It was the Man-in-tlie-
A look flashed between them. The
Pearlhunter fancied the other stif-
fened, and he was quite conscious of
a tightness creeping into his own
The Blue Moon was still lying on its
bit of cloth upon the bar, where,
among the river men, It was as safe
as anything of value ever gets to be
In this avaricious world. He deliber-
ately picked it up and thrust it into
It was a distinct affront. Blood
had run In the Flatwoods for less. The
man facing him started; flushed; his
right hnnd dipped toward his hip.
The Pearlhunter's body became like
iron electrified; his eyes like flecks of
steel in the fireglow. His hand had
closed upon the pistol butt while the
other's hand was still on Its way.
"Draw!" he hissed. "Draw! I'd
give the Blue Moon If you would!
There's a twenty-year-old score to set-
tle between your blood and mine!"
A dead hush fell. The more sober
men of the crowd Jammed doors and
windows, others huddled against the
walls; some had dived under the ta-
bles. It was a moment of keen ten-
sion. Not a man breathed.
The line between life and death is a
hair line when two gunmen stand face
to face. The chances are split alraight
fine. The Man-ln-the-Fancy-Vest e^-
dently decided they were split a 1|
too fine. He slowly relaxed the
to which the dangerous Instant had
strung him; lifted his hand; foAled
his arms; turned; leant against the
bar; and stood coolly looking the
The Pearlhunter had been half
crouched. He straightened and took
his hand away from his hip.
"When I get ready to leave Flat-
woods I'm expectin' to ask you some
questions—and I'm expectin' to be an-
His voice crisp as the snap of sleet
against window glass, he stuffed the
pearl deeper into his pocket, in a man-
ner that somehow had the effect of
emphasizing the affront.
The other shrugged his shoulders,
barely perceptibly; his lip curled in
a hard smile that carried all the force
of a sneer, but he made no answer.
With the air of a man bored unspeak-
ably he sauntered across the room to
the door by which he had entered;
paused an instant; glanced back over
his shoulder; tossed up his chin con-
temptuouslypassed out, and closed
But, for all his easy acting, It did
not escape the Pearlhunter that the
blue in his eyes was black.
Pearlhunter rescues Wild
Ro e and gets acquainted.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
TIRE KNOWN BY MANY NAMES
Not Including What It Is Called by
Impatient Autoist When It
A thing which ties Is a tire—say
makers of the dictionary. The first
purpose of the tire was to tie or band
the wheel together. As time passed,
the original meaning of the word has
been lost sight of and now the tire
is the part of the wheel which touches
the road and stands the wear and tear
England and her possessions, ex-
cept Canada, spells the word "tyre,"
No less an authority than England's
own Encyclopedia Britannica Is op rec-
ord with the opinion that "this spell-
ing Is not now accepted by the best
English authorities," yet "tyre" per-
In some of; the Spanish-speaking
countries, such as Chile and the Ar-
gentine, tires are known as "neumatl-
cos." In Mexico they are "Manias."
In other places where Spanish is the
language, notably Cuba, the correct
word is "gomas." In Brazil, where
Portuguese Is spoken, the name is
The French have the short name
"pneus" for tires." This is a contrac-
tion of pneumatiques. In practically
all the Scandinavian countries the
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Most men of high destinies hav*
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it takes us back to those English arch-
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field. . . .—"Vlrginibus Puerlsque,"
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