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THE ROCKY NEWS
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A Tale of the Flatwoods —
“BIG JACKl"
SYNOPSIS—On the banks of
th# Wabash stand Texle Colin
and Jack Warhope. young and
very much In love. Texle Is the
only daughter of old Pap Simon,
rich man and money-lender. Jack
Is tha orphan bound boy of Pap
Simon, who had foreclosed a
mortgage on the Warhope estate.
At first Texle and Jack talk sadly
of Ken Colin, the girl’s missing
brother. Then Jack says that in
ten daye his servitude will be
over, that he will ride out Into
the big world to seek his fortune.
Both know what that will mean
to them. Texle and Jack talk of
the red lock of “Red Colin," In-
herited by Ken. And Jack says
he’s coming back as soon as he
finds gold in California. Then
arrives the new preacher. Rev.
Caleb Hopkins.
CHAPTER II—Continued.
—3—
“Mercy! hut you’re a hard man t’
herd. Don’t y’u know you’re goln’
home with us t’ supper?”
“First I hear’d of it,” the woodsman
drawled, shifting his shoulder against
the post.
The girl glanced at the preacher
standing at the edge of the road,
Jerked her head ever so slightly toward
him—a motion so elusive that It would
have escaped anybody else hut Jack
Warhope—and lowered her voice to a
whisper:
“We’ll git Mm t’ tell us nhout—Ken.”
She turned away. The shoulders
left the porch post, and the man fol-
lowed.
The old banker was holding out his
hand for the letters. lie glanced them
over, grunted, thrust them unopened
Into the pocket of his faded coat; mut-
tered a word, drew them forth again,
■orted out one, stnred hard at the ad-
dress and postmark; and then, with a
half petulant grimace, knocked the
bunch of letters together, crammed
them hack Into his pocket again and,
followed by the others, trudged away
up the road.
Tha venerable widow, like the rest
of the village, must have been*on the
lookout for the new preacher, for she
wai at the door to meet him as lie
came up the walk with the others. The
old banker presented him.
“So glud to have you come, Brother
Hopkins. It has been so dreadfully
lonesome since— 1”
The mild old eyes floated full of
tears. The preacher seemed not to
notice.
“I saw your husband’s obituary In
one of the church papers.”
The widow dabbed at her eyes with
a black-bordered handkerchief; the
preacher, In his hesitating, Jerky way,
went on.
“1 Immediately wrote to Mr. Colin
offering to come on a—nil—sort of va-
cation trip and serve the congregation
until the vacancy could be filled. I
was the more attracted to the thought
of coming because my health hud
given way under the-dual strain of
preaching and teaching. And then, too,
I had beard much nhout Buckeye and
the Flatwoods from a—ah—classmate
of mine while a student la the college
In which I now have the honor to hold
a professorship.”
The banker frowned thoughtfully;!
Texle glanced at Jack. %
Evening shadows were gathering
thick In the corners of the room. The
old man, becoming aware of them,
glanced about him and turned to the
widow.
“Well, Sister Mason. If you don’t
mind. I’ll J 1st show Brother Hopkins
the study, and then you better g* ’long
over with us t’ supper.”
With the fine courtesy of one trained
to the parsonage, she excused herself;
the old hanker went on:
“I b’lleve you said be was t’ have
the use of tho study?"
The Widow Mason was only too well
used to the crisp curt ways of Simon
Colin. She turned to the young
preacher.
"Brother Hopkins, I don’t want you
to feel that you are to have merely
the study. My home Is your home.
Please feel free to use all of It or any
part of 1^.”
The young preacher bowed very low,
and turned to the banker, who led the
way up the stairs with as much au-
thority as If he owned the place—
which. In reality, he did.
The study, with Its writing desk and
leather easy chair, with Its shelves
and shelves of lxx>ks. showed that its
late owner had been a man of studl-
oua habits and apparently scholarly at-
tainments.
An immense apple-tree grew hy the
eaat window, thrusting its stout
branches so close as almost to brush
the panes. Through Its opening blos-
soms and half sprung leaves enough
of the day remained to catch a view
of the old banker's two or three acres
of park-like orchard that lay between
the parsonage and the red-roofed cot-
tage.
The young preacher stood at the
window and gazed out over the or- j
chard, aromatic with promise, green
with its thick mat of blue-grass, white
noder the trees vbert the bkwons
■cowed down.
The tusker slapped him on the
shoulder He jnust have been deeply
absorbed In the spell of the place, with
Us quiet and repose, for ba started and
laughed nervously.
"I most have been dreaming "
The eld man tossed a hand toward
pi* window.
Hr DAVID ANDERSON
Author of “The Blue Moon”
Copyright by The Bobbs-Merrill Co.
“Not s’ bad, Is It?”
“It is very beautiful.”
“I ’lowed y’u’d like it.” The old man
rubbed his long bony hands together
In a sort of grim satisfaction. “My
daughter fools away hours and hours
In that seat yonder under the big
maple by the spring. I ’low ther’ ain’t
a bird comes by she cayn’t mock."
The preacher looked at him curi-
ously, half sternly.
“I can well believe yon,” he said.
"A girl like your daughter, with her
quite obvious gifts and possibilities,
nnd so much a part of this wonderful
profusion of wild nature about her,
would naturally seek some such diver-
sion to keep her life from starving
in this out-of-the-way place.”
The money-lender pondered these
words nnd seemed on the point of re-
senting them; but only jerked his
thumb toward the window again.
“Took a right smart pile t’ fix It
up like that. Money wasted, I tell ’er.
We’ll go across that way t’ the house,
If y’u like."
“It would please me greatly."
The momentary sternness had left
the eyes behind the spectacles, the
Jerky precise voice had resumed Its
effusive drawl.
When they came down, Texle and
Jack had already gone out Into the
yard. Mrs. Mason was standing In
the door, talking to them.
The gray-haired gentlewoman turned
to the preacher.
“Brother Hopkins, won’t you please
run over for a few minutes after sup-
“Brother Hepklns, Won’t You Please
Run Over for a Few Minutes After
Supper?”
the preacher had said that caught his
Interest.
The girl was so entirely an un-
spoiled creature of the woods that §het
let the preacher see how much the neat
compliment pleased her. With the
color tingling over her face, she
sprang over the gnarled roots of the
great maple and ran a few steps up
the path to the edge of the yard,
paused and then hurried on. The
preacher looked after her .In his peer
ing way, while the woodsman strode
up the path and overtook her at the
kitchen door.
“I’ll run over and do the chores, and
then come back," he said.
He walked on a little way and then
came slowly back. The girl, Just going
into the kitchen, seemed to know that
he had turned—seemed to know that
he would turn back. With her hand
on the door casement she waited for
him to speak.
The man glanced out over the or-
chard ; up the side of the cliffs; along
the timber line that bearded them;
came back to the eyes. The Inquisi-
tiveness had lessened; the rogulshuesa
deepened.
“You let ’lm lift y’u I” he mut-
tered.
With an odd, hard little laugh she
darted in at the kitchen door.
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Th. geo omy BAKING POWDER
Is truly the
world** great-
est baking
powder
Sales
M times
as much
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brand
It has
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CHAPTER III
per? I have so longed to talk with a
minister since—since—”
“It Is a minister’s duty to go where
his people call him," he said, in a voice
pitched to reach the ears of the others,
as it might have seemed. ”1 shall lie
very pleased to come."
He bowed himself out nnd Joined
the half impatient banker on the door-
step.
“Come on." the old mnn called to
the others down the walk, “we’re gain’
across the orch’ld. Brother Hopkins
Mows he’d like to."
There vti no gate between the
banker’s park-like orchard nnd the
parsonage yard. The fence had to he
climbed. When they reached It the
preucher offered his hand to the girl,
who, to the amazement of the woods-
man, took It and allowed him to lift
her down—* concession that meant
much in the Flatwoods.
At the bridge over Eagle run-,
merely a huge foot log broad-axed flat
along the top—the girl allowed the
preacher to assist her again, and the
woodsman was treated to his second
surprise. He had seen her, hundreds
of times, skip across that log as sure-
footed as a squirrel.
The path beyond led past the big
maple with the rustic seat beneath the
shelter of It* far-flung branches. At Its
mots a spring gushed up, 'apping the
white pebbles of the tiny gutter It had |
worn for itself on its way to Eagle run.
"Whispering spring." said Texle sim-
ply, raising her eyes to the preacher.
"Jack named It that. He can think
of ■* many ha nit's fr things. He’* a
poet, I gtievs."
The w«*odctnan fidgeted. The preach-
er glanced toward him, but made no
comment.
“My brother. Ken. use t’ tell me the
fairiea comt down out of the cliffs at
night t* dance around Whispering
spring, and I b'lleved him—I b’lieved
everything lie told tue them days—and
I use' t’ watch fr the fairiea."
She looked op at the preacher; then
hack into the spring.
"Do you b‘lwe In fairieaT” She
asked the question as If she hoped he
did believe In t hem.
He glanced down at the reflected
face la the water. “Y«.a; there* a
fhiry pevptwg inta tho spring right
m*w.'
The old hanker granted; tho woods-
man turned to the face behind the
huge spectacle*. It warn the Oral thing
Three Candles.
The last flare of sunset had followed
the Wabash out under the rim of tho
west by the time Jack Warhope came
back along the orchard path to the
red-roofed cottage.
From the porch at the front of the
house came the drone of the banker's
voice, broken occasionally by the
preacher’s precise, jerky sentences.
Warhope listened for a moment.
The money-lender was- talking about*
a quarter-section that he had fore-
closed on the day before. The woods-
man had heard many an hour of that
talk. With a shrug of his shoulders,
he pushed the gate open and walked
around to the kitchen door.
With a step that the woods had
made light as a falling leaf he slipped
In and stood motionless. The portly,
pudgy form of Mrs. Curry, the house-
keeper, was bent over the cook stove,
busy with the supper.
The flit of a shadow and the clink
of dishes in the adjoining dining room
told the grinning intruder that Texir
was “settin’" the table. For such an
occasion there would be a white cloth,
the best silver would be out, and there
would he three candles Instead of one.
The clink of the dishes ceased and
the girl appeared In the doorway be-
tween the two rooms. Seeing Jack, she
paused, tried to look severe, but
failed.
“Now look at that 1”
Mrs. Curry straightened, and ex-
claimed:
“I’Tjf Jack ! Mercy, how you can slip
up on a body."
“Put Mm t’ work, Mis’ Curry. We
don’t Mow no lonfers, do we?”
The housekeeper in reply was inter-
rupted by a misbehaving skiilet and
she turned back to the stove.
Supper was on the table. The woods-
man took his place with the others.
The banker dropped his hands in his
lap. nodding toward the preuener, and
bowed his head.
The traditions of the Flatwoods
called for a long nnd sonorous grace—
a sort of sermonette—when the preach-
er was a guest, but the new minister
seemed never to have heard of any
such tradition. The grace he said was
so short, so direct and concise, yet so
beautiful in thought and diction that
the bnnker looked at him in pleased
surprise.
Supper over, there fell a moment of
silence—the delicious breath of repose
that almost always follows the evening
meal in quiet country homes. The old
money-lender sat marking on the table-
cloth with his fork, as If mapping out
the boundary lines of other quarter-
sections that he hoped to have th*
chance to foreclose In a short time
The girl seized the favorable uio
ment, and leaning forward, said;
“Now, Mr. Hopkins, tell us about—
my brother—Ken. I’ve ben wlshiif
all evening t’ ask y’u.”
Her father stopjied marking on th*
tablecloth and sat very still; the
housekeeper crossed her knife and
fork on her plate, ns the Christians
of Spain used to do in the days of
Moorish domination; the woodsman let
his thoughts revel In the raultless pro-
file of the girl’s face. The preachet
caught the wistful look In her eyes-«
the subdued eagerness of one wht
could not resist the desire to ask, yel
dreaded the answer. He fumbled his
napkin.
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to relieve a cough
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Always keep a box on hand.
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Interesting Story About
“Devil Bridge" in Wales
There are many “devil bridges” In
Europe, and nearly all hnve legends
to account for the name. One of the
oiost picturesque of these Satanic
bridges Is in Wales, at Aberystwyth.
The story, as told by an English
writer, Is that Megan Llandunach was
ane day at her wits’ end to know how
to bring her only co.v across the
chasm. The devil then appeared, to
her and offered to bridge the gorge if,
in return, he might have the flrst living
thing that crossed it. Megan agreed,
ind the devil, thinking the woman
would he the flrst to pass, flung down
his bridge. But Megan was no fool.
Taking a crust from her pocket, she
threw it tp the other side of the gorge
and sent her dog after It. The out-
witted devil, so the story goes, took
tils defeat very sensibly and left his
bridge there for future generations of
the clever Welsh.—Detroit News.
Notable—Not Able
Tolly—In one way I’ercy Is quite
notable.
Dolly—Yes?
Polly—He illustrates the extreme
limitations of human thought.—Sum-
merville Journal.
Dogs Remember Tones
Can dogs pick up a foreign lan-
guage and still remember that of the
land of their birth? Experts who
have been consulted agree that they
ean. The experts emphasize the fact,
however, that It Is primarily the in-
flection of the voice that the nnlr ;:1
learns to understand when sent to a
foreign country. It pays much closer
and quicker attention to the tone
than to the sound of the words, says
the Detroit News.
Dogs, like horses, remember the
sound of the language of their masters
and even after many years in a for-
eign land ean remember the meaning
of sentences,
A clear proof of some dogs’ clever-
ness Is to he found in the way they
pick up several native tongues and
dialects when they leave their British
masters in India and Africa, in places
where several languages are spoken.
Masterpiece
Customer—Is it really a Tudor fa-
ble? Shouldn't have thought so; don’t
see any wormholes.
Dealer—Ah, sir. even the Insects
didn't have the heart to deface its
beauty.—Boston Transcript.
Japan has 14 national holidays.
Amecjcans think nhout everything to
Improve their government except mak-
Ink it cost less.
An Amazing Fact
npO many people it may seem in-
X credible that a habit so common
as coffee-drinking can be harmful. Yet
if your doctor were to enumerate the
common causes of indigestion, head-
ache, and run-down condition, he
would be likely to mention coffee.
If you are troubled with insomnia,
nervousness, or are inclined to be
high-strung, try Postum in place of
coffee for thirty days, and note the dif-
ference in the way you feel, and how
much better you sleep.
Postum is a pure cereal beverage,
absolutely free from caffeine, or any
harmful drug. —
Postum
"P. S—Mr. Cclln is dead.
He J
died before be could quite
fin-
isb signing his name.”
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for Health
' There9s a Reason99
The Province of Wfrrbnjaaesk. In
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temperature throughout the /eu la
2.72 degrees below uru.
Often Done
"Wtiv don't you get a new hotel I*
Hoakvlllfr "It Is easier to change
the name of the old one.—LouiaviUt
Conrler-Jnemal
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