Copyright 1928-1934, Harold Titus. CHAPTER VII-—Continued wn] J — Elliott had her wide open, now, and the loads, on that grade, ran easily despite the binding cold In thelr jour- nals. The rock and pitch of the en- gine were beyond belief, It seemed as though its weight must earry the light steel from its spikes as the careening threw tons of strain first one way and then the other. The curve at the trestle’s approach rushed up the valley toward him and through Elliott's mind swam all man- ner of misgivings, It at the moment that If by any freak chance the wheels should stay on the ralls, then those ralls must surely give be fore the strain that the train's flight would exert as it took that curve. He threw one quick seemed backward to gee Tim Jeffers crouched on his high perch as a circus rider might stand on his boldly The old man chewed briskly and, as he caught a flash of Ben's face, spat and made onie impressive gesture with a mittened hand, bidding the younger man get out side. len had done all that he could in the cab. Nothing within his power would be of avall If they left the track and, inside, he would have no chance at all should the wild run come to its end In the smoking waters of the river And so he backed into the gangway between tank and engine and slid down to the step, clinging to the hand rails, staring ahead, ready to let if the worst, and highly probable, hap- pened. The curve was there, bevond. It was there, the le ghnce galloping steed. gO the a train's length nzth of thelr loco motive ahead. The trucks tank it with a screech and a bounce and a grind. and Den thought he felt her tipping, tilting, the She turned sharply step beneath that serted itself, his feel rising as the force at a as He swung far out, strove them off tangent to g h more balance, and they out with loads thundering and clanking and ing behind realizing that for the interval his lungs bad not functioned. Elliott looked knees were her that were straightening Ve miuce and he hreathed deeply. Tim's He was and he nodded back azain bent still lower, leaning far to the right sharply as If io tricmph And now they charged at the bridge, at that rough. new of Hoot Owl. The engine quiv- ered and seemed to stumble as she took the newly laid track. But she slammed back to balance and her tires chewed the frost, and they were over and charging the rise beyond! Ben clambered back into the cab and tugged at the throttle, cursing because it would not open wider. He strained as though by his very posture to help the machinery meet that demand upon it. Nobly. the little locomotive breasted the rise; bravely she lunged into that hill with the exhaust roaring fit to bent the rusted burned stack from her. She spat cinders and smoke high into the air and rhe clonds from leaking gaskets enveloped Elliott. enrl ing about him, shutting off They were slowing, ing drum of the exhaust had dropped now to a sharp panting Crossing bounced and steam his view, now, They were before he touched the He let it down slowiy. a notch at a time, using every last momentum he had gained now, three-quarters of the Ben could gee the rails on the bit of level going at the top. Up another reain’s length, slowing with each foot gained. Afar off. across the snow blanketed country. a plume of white vapor trailed a break in the forests. That was the loeal, the river, swinging in toward his sid ing. “Go It, girl! the engine, half-way reserve up lever, inch of Up the way Go it, girl!” he yelled swinging one fist. She shoved her nose over the crest, seeming from ns in distress. Her drivers slipped and spun a half turn; eanght on sand, held. She began a stuttering, dying puff. The sound wavered. Khe seemed to stop. . and cleared her cylinders with a short belch, She was on top. turned the trick. “Hold to it, old timer! Ben croaked. The first car gained the crest. The locomotive was on the down grade, now ; the second car coming across the peak. The third ear rumbled over the top and Tim Jeffers, dropping his peavey, wormed along the logs and flopped down to the brake wheel as Ben shut her off, set the brakes and with a boyish swing of one arm yanked on the whistle cord to set her volee screaming. Back on the last car Tim clubbed brake wheels. Out on the first, Ben Elliotr drove the shoe home. The an- cient locomotive dug her heels In and settled back. Down and down they went on the frost slick steel, gather. ing speed that was as alarming as the slowing of their pace had been a mo before. But with every train h traveled Tim Jeffers was set- ting more brakes against the humming wheels, She slid, she slipped, she squealed and complained and clattered her way down that final mile. They had her under control at last and slowly they at fo wenve it ide Her last breath had Hold to 1t1™ edged around the curve ar the mill pond, out onto the siding and to a full stop, Ben, dropping down, ran across to the main line and held up his hand. Half a mile down the track the local puffed In toward him. The whistle sent up its cloud of steam at his signal, he heard the engineer shutting off and in minutes the train slid in, brakes grinding. “That stuff go?” the conductor called, swinging down from the way car. “That stuff goes!" Ben sald almost reverently and turned to face Tim who was filing his pipe with unsteady hands, It was a moment for the right word, But Tim Jeffers was not a man of words; not of many words “Well, you done it,” he said simply. “Yeah. With your help” “Still needin’ a camp boss?” “Badly I" “S'pose I'd do? *Dot! Lord. Tim, {—" “All right. I'm hired to get out logs again. Guess [I'll hit Mr. Buller for a cuppa carfee. I've rode trains now 'nd aguin, Ben, but of all the rides I've ever took that was what you might eall th’ dangdest I" . . * » . ® * In a bearded Minnesota lumber town a man sat near the stove in a small hotel and heard the story of what was happening in distant Tincup. “Know him?” another listener asked the narrator, “Not the kid. I know Tim him three I know Brandon, 'nd Jeffers. Top loaded for winters. if back there's a ho! scrap on and gosh! Tim's i bur I like scraps.” “Mean you're pulling for Tincup? “I'l say 1 The bearded man cleared his throat. “You think that a chance of nmking it don?” he aske “It sure With old back for chances are getting better. in Tincup, Martin?” The other the blade of his pocket knife and pulled at the lobe of his left ear with his right hand “I've heard of the | quietly. “Better hoist your turkey and enme along with Likely he could find a place for a good bookkeeper.” Martin smiled oddly but other response, In far flung camps and mill towns the story was being repeated, just such men were leaving Jobs and turning their faces townrd Tincup, known through the Lake states for the tyranny that Nicholas Brandon had exercised there 80 many years. ten, sitting with his feet on Able's desk in the Justices grinned broadly as he told of the latest develop i ments on the oh “Sixty-four men in camp this morn am!™ then, the ad's got against Bran ¥ 1 looks as if he had a chance 3 Tincup sh their anty boys hitting stamping grounds his Ever been closed " place,” he sald me, made no office, *You gay nice things, Ben Elliott!" “How can anyone help saying nice things to nice people?” She made a playful mouth at him and Ben, watching her as she advanced to Able's desk, thought again that he never had supposed women grew to such loveliness, Her errand with the old justice was brief. She and Ben went out to- gether, Dawn on her way home, Ben to finish his errands In town, At the corner where thelr ways part- €d they stopped and Dawn hesitated in what she had been saying. Then, look ing into his face, she asked. “Does Mr. Ben Elliott ever take tea with a young woman? You know, I am beginning think that 1 like to talk to you!” “Then the risk of having It reported that I'm a lounge lizard is as nothing.” The house where Dawn lived was the house In which she had been born, a sprawling white frame strucinre be- neath whispering hemlocks. She led len into a long, low room, with wide, low where a fire burned on fo windows, an open hearth. The fine odor of bgking bread per- mented the place and as they entered Dawn lifted her voice in a light hall: “Oh-ho, Aunt Em [™ Sounds came from the rear; a door opened and closed, and then another door opened which gave into the room where they stood, and an ample woman in a checked apron, her face flushed as by stove heat, entered hastily. “Yes, dearie— Well I"—stopping In surprise “Aunt Em, this is Mr “How Her and deep, like a man's, and if 1 was a hand to say I'd friends.” “You're a Eliott "eye Elliott." d'y do!” volce was full “I've seen you, young what man, mot [oiks say old vigorously. . Her, Ben down, tell you that I feel like Khe shook big young we re hands ing him up an Ivawn Isughed again as she drew off her cont “Iyn't you tell a soul, we are nave shanty Aunt Em, but going If his boys ever heard about it they think he was too mach civilized them.” to ten! might for “Pshaw! As If what other folks think counts!” She looked narrowly at Iwo and Ben saw the girl's face change. “lt's what I've told Dawn ever since she was little, Ben, that it's what you think about your own self that matters; not what anybody else thinks. Well! You two set and I'll get tea” She hurried out and Ben drew up & comfortable chair before the fire. in the nalf hour that elapsed before the older woman returned Ben learned much about Dawn McManus This was her house, her home. Aunt Em, then a young woman, had been house Keeper there after Dawn's mother died. She had stayed on, keeping the place up through the years that Dawn was away at school, making a living for inte Ben Ell fron Stuart, old the town's leading citizen town and Elliott, resenting finds a friend ber camp to Dawn McManus ing over his head na fist fight and the act, letter will. Ben, started with gasoline vide money to tide him over and at once, to meet the time limit Nicholas Brandon, and to beat up Ben, and Ben worsts him Don Stuart dies, leaving a letter for Ben meets Dawn in the contract, is blown up. By : ing.” he sald. “Over thirty of ‘em new | and the best looking bunch of loggers I've seen since | was a kid” Able glanced at a letter he had been holding. “And with the Milwaukee people standing ready to finance us it looks as if you might, maybe, perhaps be get. ting ready to find it all down hill and shady, Ben. 1 think that this particular bank is the best piece of work you've done yer” “Nothing, Able. All 1 had to show was what we were doing. They can't jose with the lumber behind their notes.” “Unless Brandon finds a way. “You've got to watch every loophole, Benny. And you've got too much for one man to do” “Oh, it's not that bad. Things are straightening out. Tim's a wonder; Buller Isn't missing a bet. We ought to keep right en stepping.” Ben rose to go and, as he did zo, the door opened and Dawn McManus stepped in out of the lightly falling snow, “Oh!” ghe cried In surprise. It was the first time she had seen Ben since that morning a month ago when he took the veneer logs on thelr mud ride to save the Hoot Owl operation from immediate Insolvency. “Am 1 inter. rupting “Come In, Dawn" sald Able, rising. And Elliott said: “If you are, it's nice to be interrupted.” She looked at him and, at first, her eyes held that coolness which was al most hostility but this melted aud smiled, herself by baking. and now that Dawn was home again she was the girl's closest friend and enly confidant “There are so many people here now who are not , . No, I'll put it the other way: I'm not congenial com- pany for many people In this country. It isn't their fault. It's wholly mine.” Her manner, which had been easy, be gan to stiffen a bit. Ben thought, as thongh she steeled herself for an or deal “People have a right to their opin- ions, of course. Evidence was strong against my father. But he was no killer. lle never harmed anyone. I'm sure of that. When people think of him as alive and a fugitive or dead and disgraced It stirs my temper! You've heard about my father.” “Of course.” “Naturally, you would.” They talked, after that, of personal tastes, of the glories of big country, of the limited recreations offered by little towns, “Just the movie! Now and then there's a dances” the girl sald, “but none ‘of the boys seem to want to take me, It 1s my fault, likely.” She was staring moodily Into the fire, *I frighten them away. Mr. Brandon asks me to go to the movie now and then but , . . I don't know , , “Sc Brandon wants to amuse you, does he?” “Yes. He's been awfully kind to me, always, Of course, I know that Able and a lot of people think he's after the Hoot Owl and 1s quite ruthless a it but they can prove nothing. He was . oe talks so reasonably to me now that [ | can't belleve their suspicions are well founded. Still . . . Things do seem to happen at Hoot Owl, Mr. Brandon's explanation of the fire and dynamiting Is that you made an enemy of Bull Duval and his friends and that they are striking back for spite. That sounds reasonable, doesn't 117" “Yes,” sald Ben, unwilling to argue any such point with her. At this juncture Aunt Em came In with food that was surpassingly fine and for an hour they sat and talked while darkness fell Ben was rising to go when the door- bell rang. Aunt Em went to answer the summons and as a man's voice sounded in the hallway Dawn broke short what she had started to say. A moment later Nicholas en- tered the room. The man's face, as he crossed the threshold and saw Ben, was a study. Lights flickered In his black eyes, a faint flush whipped up over his dead Brandon Half a Mile Down the Track the Local Puffed in Toward Him. white cheeks and he opened his lips as in a light gasp of surprise or else preparatory to sharp speech. But he gathered himself on the In- stant, moved directly to Dawn and with an even, kindly tone greeted her. The girl turned as Brandon still held her hand and Ben thought she was moving It gently for release. “Mr. Elliott, 1 think you must know Mr. Brandon." Ben bowed, a bit stiffly. “Yes,” he sald "Yes | met him once.” Then Nicholas Brandon did an amaz- ing thing, which went far In explaining Dawn's skepticism of the town's atti. tude toward him to Elliott. He laughed He laughed easily, naturally, and In the laughter was an sdmission of em. barrassment which rang true. “Indeed we have! Under different circumstances! How are you today, Elliott? He advanced and extended his hand still smiling and Ben was so amazed that mechanically he accepted it. “Yes, we've met before turning to Dawn and Aunt Em—"under quite distressing circumstances. We met on unfriendly ground and both lost our heads a little. 1 hope Mr. Elliott doesn't harbor any resentment. As far as I'm concerned I've only regret for the affair!” TO BE CONTINUED, Friendly Potato Is Not Appreciated, Expert Says One of the very best foods, the po- tato, is not fully appreciated, asserts an agricultural expert. For the hue man body to function properly, starches and sugars are required to produce energy or fuel ; proteins to de- velop tissue; minerals and other diet. ary essentials, such as vitamins. Po- {ators meet the ideal requirements for the body by producing a large amount of energy, some protein, a fair amount of minerals and an adequate assort ment of essential vitamins, as well as supplying bulk. The potato is prob ably our best staple food and one which should fill a much larger place in our diet Many persons avoid potatoes because of their supposed fattening properties. This popular prejudice has little foun- | dation in scientific fact. The potato, like any other food stuf is faitoning only when eaten In a quantity more than sufficient to meet the body needs The potato Is no more fattening than ther same amount of bread or any other | cereal. History as well as geography shows that those people whose diet contains a large proportion of potatoes enjoy good health. In Ireland and | Germany, where potatoes are widely | and largely used, the health and stam- | ina of the people is good and the death | Shoppers “PLUMP, fair and forty" lady who Is “all dressed up” in a kit tenish, flapperish way-— south clad in fashions sophisticated beyond its years—colors that make anemic and ashen or tones that cause brunettes to lose hats with #npossible head little for the unbobbed, too big for shorn Jocks—well, what of it, why paint so crude, so unkind a picture? Merely by way of dear reader, for the new spring and summer fashions are a denial to every- thing have sald in the foregoing paragraph. What is actually happen- ing is that our fashion experts have sensed the need of gently, firmly and subtly leading women in the direction they should go In the fine art of dress Which is why we are hearing so much these days in regard to the outstanding importance of personality fashions Among our modern fashion educa tors personality In dress ranks as a theme of major importance, Have you not noticed the signs of the times your self? The courtesy and class-you-at-a- glance manner with which you are ush- ered to this or that specialized depart- ment the moment you step foot In a fashion emporium? This is, Indeed, 8 happy era which is dawning for shoppers io that dress designers and coat and suit makers have become that personality-con- scious they are making it their goal to create fashions that will tune per fectly to each and everybody's partic ular type. The modes here pictured are an outgrowth of this noble en- deavor. They silence the lament of the middle-aged and matron who for years have been voicing complaint that they are not having a “fair deal” when it comes to clothes they “can wear” and that all the attention Is concen- blonds look and tints glamour gizes, too contrast, direct we trated on ingenue type. Here they are right be- fore your very eyes, fash- lons that couldn't possi- bly be more perfectly tuned to the needs and | demands of gentlewomen who have graduated into the alumnae of fash- ion’s smart set These stunning models for the up-to- the-moment-in-style matron were se- lected for our lllustration from among a galaxy of fascinating styles as shown during a “personality fashions” revue which the Chicago le market council presented at a midwest con- ference gala The fashion themes included clothes for the youth- ful matron, for matrons more ad- vanced, for slender girlish Ingenue types, for the larger young woman, for the outdoor and sports girl, for tall blond types and for medium-tall bro- nettes. The moral to this story on personality fashions i=, if while en tour In the shops fashion-seeking you do not see what you want, ask for it It's there tuned to your individuality, simply swalting your call Describing the trio of fashionable costumes for the matron as here ple- tured, the model to the left is a travel and street outfit especially designed for the youthful matron. It is tallored of a brown and white “Bbroken-check™ tweed in standard English cut. It may be worn equally well with dark or light accessories. The street ensemble to the right of navy and white print silk with check sheer redingote coat is designed along simple slenderizing lines. The sallor hat adds charm. Centered in the group is an ultra chic ensemble for the mature woman to wear to afternoon club functions or smart country club affairs. It is fash- joned of a white sheer material with white and black stripe trimming. ©. Western Newspaper Unlon, wholesale dinner. FITTED VANITIES VERY CONVENIENT The vanity bag has been revived and is one of the most important af fairs that has been seen In a good many moons. The new ones know a new prac ticabllity. In the first place they have been made to a great extent by people who understand vanity—the cosmetl- cians. They have known what to in- clude. Not only have they done a good job at making them practical, but they have seen that they have that other important requisite, which is beauty. They are fashioned of velvet, of lame, of fine kidskin, of lovely silks, and even of metals. Their colors are almost unlimited, but women are usually careful, or should be, that they choose a color that will go with all party frocks. They may have a one or two sided opening, and usually hold purse, change purse, cig- aret case, comb, lipstick, rouge and powder. Jacket Lengths Will Vary; Suits Are to Fit Easily There is a softness in the air that prepares one for the spectacle of spring clothes, Necklines are bowed, frilled, or softened, and even with cassie tallleur, which is always some other softening touch Is sug gested for the blouse. It Is Jlso ad- visable to have the blouse contrast. With the usual exceptions, loose fit- ting lines prevail in the sult collee tions for spring, 1035. Jacket lengths types. Coat Dresses Smart Coat dresses of black, navy blue or t wools, cut on slender lines and finished with white pique collars in the form of petals or stylized Sewers, wy an outstanding spring tas BEAUTY HINTS By CHERIE NICHOLAS The smartest women in this country as well as abroad are wearing vivid nail polish with lipstick to match, Reports from Parls and St. Moritz say that the really chic women there are matching theirs In red and yellowish red shades, Trick effects such as me- tallic combinations and odd color schemes have disappeared. The most fashionable colors are coral, cardinal, ruby and the “natural” which Is the lightest of the yellow reds. Most Parisian beauticians prefer to cover the entire nall with polish instead outlining the moon and tip, fashionable New Yorkers follow mode, while others prefer the look which white moons and achieve, The young woman pletured has that look of distinction which perfect grooming always gives. She appreciates the enhancement which art- fully colored lips and fingertips agd to a chic ensemble. Notice the
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