Bemidji Daily Pioneer Newspaper, February 13, 1922, Page 2

i'.iin a jail delivery at:the nearby peni- IN FINE FOX COMEDY “There are thrills and laughs galore in “Big Town Ideas,” a William Fox feature now on display at the Rex theater and in. which_ Eileen Percy “oneof the most beautiful women of the screen, is provided with one of the most amusing leads ever. entrust- ed to her. . In “Big’ Town Ideas,” Miss Percy who is cast for the part of a pan- cake turner at a junction restaurant, is beset with one grand all-consuming ambition—to take off her apron, hang it in the kitchen, and go to _'New York City to live as a “fine 13dy.”. Her dream is realized, but not until after she becomes involved tentiary wherein an ifinocent man is set free, becomes the savior.of a whole flock of valuable bonds that | ‘have been purloined from their right- ful owners, earns a big reward, and finally sets out on her journey to the big city in the company_of a hand- some_ youth, brushing rice from his new headgear. . The story of “Big Town Ideas,” is quite the fastest and funniest offer- ing that the local screen has been privileged to show. “THE DEVIL WITHIN" AT . REX LAST TIME TONIGHT Tumultuous describes, most terse- ly “The Devil Within,” the Fox play that opened at the Rex theater last night: with the- popular Dustin Far-| num in the stellar role. The star has a powerful character to portray—-amd power it is that he| displays. ~ He is seen as a whiskey crezed sea .captain of a smuggling | expedition who is apparently devoid of all feeling. His brutality brings him close to détsruction; but he sdr- vives to repent his sins. - After retir- ing from the sea be tries to live down his past. Years of sorrow and be- reavement follow, and then, to sear his soul the more, his dearest earthly tie, his nephew, proves to be'as brutal | as the captain once had been, Sudden misfortune . regenerates the nephew and brings peace to the aging cap- tain. : In terms of the showman, Bernard Durning, the director, is an “added attraction” es Hal, the captain’s ne- phew. Virginia Valli‘is seen as Hal’s sweetheart. Nigel de Brulier enacts the role of Dr. Philiol, the captain’s best friend, and although his part is not a big one, Mr. de Brulier makes the most of his opportunities. HAROLD LLOYD'S LAST 1 APPEARANCE TONIGHT, GRAND | Waves of laugiter; gales of mirth; oceans of joy! O’ ‘For the life of “A Sailor-Made Man! ' Never has Harold Lloyd had such a | see-worthy craft as this. Never did he start out on such an auspicious voyage. Its a super-dreadnaught ;'wmedy with no limitation on laugh- er ‘ “A Sailor-Made Man” which will be shown for the last time at the Grand for lavish sets, for sumptuous scencs, for 'atmosphere, for mob action, for comedy, for human touches, fosr con- sistent laughs, has them all lashed to the mast and yelling for help! . And the settings are the last word in perfection. First Abington Arms, a feshionable summer resort. Then the interior of a U. S. Navy recruit- ing office. ‘Then the deck of an actual fighting craft (the U. S. Fred- arick) ; the yrew’s quarters below decks, the bridge, the gun decks. (Ask any boy who was in the navy. He'll tell you how real it is!) Then the detailed perfection. of a street scene in a picturesque oriental town. Not a two or_three house set, but a real street, with bazaars and swarm- ing crowds of natives and street fak- irs. * And then the sumptuous and mnfimfigent palace and harem of the Meharajah, with its towers and min- arets, its sunken pools, its art treas- urés.. And don’t forget the beéauti- ful dancing girls. “FRENCH HEELS” AT ELKO TONIGHT AND TUESDAY Movie patrons of this city will have an opportunity of sécing Irene Castle on, the sereen for the first time in more than two years, when her latest production, “French Heels,” appears at the Elko theater tonight, also Tues- day matinee and: evening. “French Heels,” is a story by Clar- ence Buddington Kelland which was printed in “Everybody’s Magazine.” It was adopted for the screen and di- rected by Edwin L. Hollywood, In it Mrs. Castle has the part of a young girl who is obliged to carn her own living and chcoses dancing ag the means. She -becomés a member of a angi vay cabarét chorus and in a short time is the talk of the town: Then she meets Licut. John Tabor and the romunce begins. It takes her to the far north, in the cold and dis- comfort of a logging camp, where through intrigue und ‘treachery she is tempted to leave her husband and ,.return ‘to the bright lights of New Yorki It is said to be’ong of ‘the most novel and. -interesting stories ever:sereened, and will/no doubt:be welcomed by large ‘attendances thru- out #ts engagement in thiy city. “Bill and Boy,” also appear at the Elko tonight and tomorrow in anoth- cr of their wholesome stories of the Adveritures of ¥ tWo ‘Amecrican, boys entitled “The ~American * Badger,” ‘These_pictured adventure stories are endotsed by.officials prominent in Boy Scoucivcles; also hy others prefe; xing,'dlean,” edfiéational pictures for | Youmg folk. 7T s | MESSABA BASEBALL LEAGUE MAKING PLANS FOR SEASON Chishohn, Minn., Feb., 13.—Man- agesr and leagve officials of yhe Messaba Range Bascball league will | .~ meet here thix week to complete | plans for the. coming season. . Indi-| cations are that all of last .year's i ill ] n this year. . For aitime, it was feaved tht the Virginia club would be unable to | “Black Adi | snubbed he: {upper ead of the broad Vi £ way between ‘the'“‘settiement” and the ! ‘opening of the Moreland conl vein, two operate. svyNOPsiS. 'ER L—Young Carlyle Wilburton Dale, or “Bill Dale,” as he elects t> be known, son of & wealthy coul gperator, John K. Dale, arrivea at the Hallway Bwitch, In eastern Tenmessee, al s ing a life of idle ease—and incidentally a bride, Patricia Clavering, at the altar— determined to m: his own way in life. He meets Littleford, typical mountaineer y”" Heck, & charac- f the hills, takes him to John More- R . Moreland 18 chict, ot his . which has an old feud wih the Littlefords. He tells Dale o the Kkilling of his brother, David Moreland, Years 2g0, owner of rich coal deposits, by a man named Carlyle. Moreland's deecrip- tion of “Carlyle’” causes Dale to beclieve the man was his father. CHAPTER II—Dale arranges to make his home with the Moreland family, for whom he entertains a deep Yespect. CHAPTER , ITII.—Talking with “Babe” Littleford next day, Dale 13 ordered by am” Ball, bully of the dlstrict, to leave *his girl™ alone, Dale replies lKlHlm‘lly, and they fight. “Dale whips the bully, though badly used up. He ar- ranges with John Moreland to develop David’s ‘coul deposits. Ben Littleford sends & challenge 1o, John Moreland to z;lelet him with his followers next day, 1o a C) —Dgsing the night & the guns. belonging to:the Littlefords an the Morelund! m}g!% lously: t:fls:lpn!_‘_l: CHAPTER V.—Dale arranges to go to Cincinnati to secure- money for the min~ ing of the coul. The two .clans find their weapons, which the ‘women had hidden, |. and line up for battle, “Babe elfort to stop the fighting, cro: Moreland side of the river, an dentally shot by her father and seriously wounded. CHAPTER VL—To get proper surgical atd, John Moreland, Ben Littleford and Dale convey “Babe,” uncouscloys, to tlie city, "Doctors asmsure them - she Is not seriously _hurt. Dale meets an old friend, Bobby ~McLaurin, who had married Patricia Clavering. Telling his father of David Moreland's coal, the old gentle- man’s actions convince his san ot his fathier's gullt in the killg of Moreland. CHAPTER VIL—It {s .arrapged that “Babe” 15 to stay with Mrs. McLaurin to be educated. Dale, refusing his fath- er's proffered financlal aid to develop tha mine, interests Newton Wheatley, capi- tallst, who agrces to furnish the money.’} Dale realizes he loves “Babe.” CHAPTER VIIL, — Returning to the Halfway Switch, Dalo meets Major Bradley, lawyer, and real friend of the mountaineers, Whom lie engages as counsel for the company. ‘A man named Goft, of evil repute, tries to bribe Dalc to betray the Morelands by selling him thie, coal deposits, and telling them they are of little vaiue. Dale attempts 10 thrash him, but Goff draws & revolver. Dale {5 unarmed. CHAPTER IX.—~Gofl enlists the ald of a turbulent crowd, the Balls and Torreys, to make trouble for Lale’s company. The Littlefords and Morelands agrag:to forget the old feud and- dwell In harmony. (Continued from last issue) CHAPTER X * The Barbarian Princess Goes Home. Miss Elizabeth Littleford beheld an interesting * sight _when she alighted from a northbound afternoon train at the Halfway' switch. Just below the long siding a shorter siding had been put in—the railway company had been hastened, no doubt, by the great in- fluence of old Newton \Wheatley—and from it had been unloaded a small geared locomotive, a . dozen ,or so. of little coal cars opening at the bottom, and miles of light steel ralls with kegs ot spikes-for themg | < Out toward her liome a crew of men | worked like bees at the building of a ‘restle of round timbevs thiat had been cut from- the nearby wowds; she at once recogoized these men as More- lands and Littlefords, und she knew 1t meant peace! They didn't recognize her,” becuuse of the' distance and the clothing she wore, and because they were ‘too busy to pay any particular attention to her. J Farther out toward Doe river an- other crew of men was at work clear- ing the way for the little narrow- gauge. Slhe heard the sounds of tlie ax and the saw, the hammer and the steel, and once there cume to her ears the great dull roar of exploding dynn- mite as a cift was blown cleur of its foundatious, Miss Elizabeth Iittlefords smiled happily. And she bad not been happy for a long time. Patricia McLaurin, with whomshe ha dbeen staying, lad been kindness itself, but the mother of BHl Dale, her Bill Dale, had r—and besides the longing for the old home lills was riotos her blood.; §0 she had comeback, away at less’than a momef#s no as had:Bfll Dale before heks and good 1t seemed to be at Wume! She would.havey§ -see thBimen, Lnd it not Beer thAt-she feared 8he would AR T E S8y ‘Chere was another integ@sting sight when she ladapenched e crest of David MorelantPy mountaft. In the Tey, mid- large buildings™ avere well. glong in their -course of "constructioin Sbe put down. her bundie: of cloth- ing, shaded her-eges with her hand, and tried to find B Dale arong the builders, * Bt ‘the distance was too great; a man down there was but ai| mere speck. Before she went on, she ‘removefher shoes and stockings, It was hard for Babe Littleford to be- . in_order-that they might aveid con- _1:to ‘a ‘moss-covered log that lay beside shoes and stockings in waxrm weather! ! When she had reached the foot of the monntain, she didn't take the by- path her people had been wont to Gise | tact with the Morelands. There was no need of avoiding contact with the Morelunds now, thank goodness! Then a volce bailed her from the laurels out at her right, the voice she. loved better than any other— “Hello, Miss Littlefora!” | Bgbe stopped and faced him, and she blushed furiously wher she saw him. He was coming rapidly toward | ler with his hat in his hand, and his brown hair was rumpled and damp with perspiration. She saw that he was in boots and corduroys, the cloth- ing of a timber-jack, and he. looked ! bigger in them; about his waist there | was a eartridge-belt, from which hung a big and dependable looking revolver | n a leathern holster. .. “Ilello, Mister Dale !’ she-mimicked. | ;. He shook her hand, then he dropped | tlie. narrow, trail. “Sit down here beside me,” he sald; and. he added: “I've been going hard all day, and I'm pretty tived.” She let fall her bundle and her _shoes apd’ stockings, and obeyed. ‘Why did you come back, Babe?” he asked as though he were displeased. “’'Cuuse,” she answered—and . she corrected herself quickly, “I mean Le- cause)” . - “No reason whatever,” smiled Dale.’ “Well,” and her clear brown eyes ldoked at him squarely, “T come back because yore wother she sald I would be a burden to Mis' McLaurin, that's why *Mrs, - McLaurin,” said Dale;. *not Mis" McLaurin.” g s ““A'burden to Mrs. McLaurin, and 1 ain’t a-goin' 1o be a burden to no- body !” vehemently. Tn a softer voice, she went on, “Mrs, McLaurin and her husband and her folks has done made up friendly, Bill Dale. Mrs. McLau- rin’s pap—I . mean . her ' father—he brung ‘em a “big ' lot o silver | things. . . . “Bilt Dale, I had a big time! Every- Dbody liked me but yore own maw—I wmean yore mother. My goodness gracious—they dress awful .flne,. don’'t they? ~Why, silk “ain’t. nothin’. But whar all o’ their money comes from, I shore cain’t,see. Say, I.showed somne o' Pat’s friends how to dance our old | hlll dances, and the whole town was crazy about ’em when I left. Jimmy Fayne Is awful good-lookin” and rich, aiv’t he, Bill? He liked me better'n any of ’ew, 'less it was. Pat herself. You know Jimmy, dou't ye, Bill?” Dale ‘nodded, frowned, and turned | his sober gaze toward the toes of his high laced boots. Yes, he knew Jimmy Fayne, gnd he held him in contempt, ‘The pampered 'son of a wealthy. cotton speculator, * weak, devoted fto' high nights, remarkably handsome to ro- mantic. and unsophisticated girls but not to men and women who had cut thelr wisdom-tecth—that was Jimmy Fayne, A Babe Littleford was speaking again: “I 'cided to come back here, Bill ale, because I thought they. niight need me licre as well as becanse Iwyas ateard I would be a burden'to Pat—I mean afraid I would be a burden to Pat. Seems like I cain’t talk proper at all! TI've tried and tried. I've spent bhalf o my time jest a-tryin’ to talk proper. Put, she’d put down words 1 ) mustn't say on a sheet o’ paper, and I'd study ‘em. Afeard, shorc, pap, “eause; ain't,- haln’t—and all .o’ them. And sbe'd put down the right words” with 'em so's I'd know. “F.yru mother was the last to come 1o see me, BIL- ‘So this she says to Dar, barfan princess!” I didn’t know .what that aeant, but 1 'spect” It's somethin’ bad. T went into | the house, because I didn't want to sny anything, and her yore own noth- er.. But I listened, and 1 heard ber sag th st, and this is it “What will you de when the in-in- fnnovation | wWeurs off - Patricia ¥ s ‘She’ll be a -burden to you, ,yny‘n;;mre“{n half: .fiqp’;;g ;r!er u, m@!u ? “hat's 0y fia it ‘was' she said, Bint Date. . . . I'm sbore they do need me here, and I ax ye {hifs, Bill Date: Fou garry to see e come Wek:” PeriiEps EhE Ho nédd gou Lale slopt e tinyeites from a nient 7sbe absent watched the playful antics of a little. boomer squirrel on the side of a near- by hicke Then she arose. . “Look,” she urged—it was ome.of the charming wiles of her—"Look' at “Look,” She Urged—It Was One of the Charming Wiles of ‘Her—“Look at My Néw Dress.” my new dress. every stiteh of it. nice? “Sure, it's nice,” Dale agreed. any dress looks nice on you, Babe. only youd stick with: Mrs., McLaurin and et her educiate you! - You shouldi’t have cared -anything about what wy maqtlier _said; ‘my wother doesn’t-alwiys see things in thé true light. You'll go bLack, won't you?” She bent toward hhn and dsked poinfedly 5 L - “Bill Dale, What makes you so anx- ious fo’ me to go?”’ F “Because.” redlly, *I want you to have an education.” “Whatymakes you want me to have a-education,. Bill Dale?” . “Beeause you'd ba such a splendid Me and Pat ‘made it, Don’t you think it’s “But woman, 1 yon had an-education.” Babe Littleford pursued with -child- like eagerness:'. “And’ wl maises you want west be such a’ s-splendid woman?' ¥ Dale; lifted jhis gray .eyes and an- swered her, frankly : “Because ‘1" expect %to marry you some day.” .Babe Littleford blushed deeply. Her eyes were glad, filled |with. rejoicing. If he didn't love fier now; ac least just o weeny-teeny bit, he wouldn't. be thinking. of marrying her some - day, certainly, and this conclusion “made her happier than' she bad ever been. in all her life before. She-wished wildly that she could hug him’ with all_her - might%and, shex :blg notion to do it.” “But what b ¢“think of her? Well; there would come, a day ‘when she would sureiy jing him with all her might. She ‘would simply -break his blessed bones, almost. “Will you go to Patricla tomorrow?” he’ asked. She really believed that she ought to go. But the thought of leaving him was more hateful than ever, now that she knew he weant to marry her. She strove to change the subject— “See that little, teeny flower over tbere—that little, teeny, blue oune?” she asked, pointing. “That's a day- flower, It's the purest blue of any. They call it a dayflower because it don’t Jast but Jest one single day. And again, pointing: “See that little, teeny, purple flower over there at thenr twisted laurels? That's called Job's tears, and they don’t last but oune day, neither. That little red, spidery thing is bee balm. Oyver yander "at the biek'ry - ix, monkshood. I arned the names out o’ a book Major Bradley Toant me. Hadn't we better be a-goin’ toward - hom It—it'll be a-comin’ dark purty soon, won't it?” Said Dale, *Will you go back to Patricia “tomorrow " “I—I've been q-wonderin’,” whr- mured Babe. “Which Is proper, Bill, bust or burst?” : Dale spoke quickly. “Burst for you, Lust for me. Wil you go buck to Patricia?” i1 Beaten, Babe Littleford drew a long breath and se.iled, Ye§, Mister | Dnle,” 'she answered resignedly. I will. I'll. ‘go whar— where yon want me to go, ef—it it's to Torment, Now tell me how it comes | that 1-tind niy, people and their ine- | mies ‘as” thick as m'lusses in a jug, while we walk on” . | ¥ . . . . . . . land’s - cabin: ffom having' seen Babe Littleford-safely ‘to her father's door, he found ‘Major Bradiég and By Heck waiting at the gate. “Heck had some important, bad news, he said. “Better not tell me about it until after supper,” replied -Daje. “I'mi ns 48 'you ever were, DBy.” 7 §pued fern® "4t tht'is not suffieient rea- | warrant your staying here, Of | S 'm not sorry to see You, Babe, | But you must go back to Patricin very | soon, If you had been a burden to Putridia, she wonld have told you,”™ RBabe put out a foot and idly rel an acorn across the path wi bare big. toe. “But- I—1 -don’t {1 back,” she protesicid. here, 1 heap “But yvou must go back,” declared o réally must. I want to go | “T'd rather stay | I took | clzars, I; . @own to one of the ' best meals Addié Moreland had ever, prepaved. Whet they had fin- ished eating, John Moveland led the way intg the best room, where they chairs,- The major produced Heck, swollén with a [eel- Ing of greatness, lighted the wr | end of his weed, faced Dale, and b gan to unburden bis mind of its weight of information. s “Well, Bill, old boy,” he bezan—and then stopped towonder why his wonldi't: smokesasawell as the major’ “Well, Bill ol boy," he went on, final- When Dale returned, to Johu More- | as busy as a one-armed man blebee’s nest. wrong’ with this here seegyar. He's went and brung about twenty-five Tor- reys from two places knowed as Jer- us'lem cove and Eatton® hell, to help work his mine when he gits it. They're all a-puttin’ up with them Balls. The Torreys Is part Injun, Cherokee: In- Jun, and I've heered it said 'at théy was as bad or wuss'n . rattlesnake broth.” - i Major I dley iew a Hittle cloud bt smoke upiv Moré' ofthe game ;fi bluft, perhiaps,” e’ ¥uggéhted. I cain’t see, 1god, what's«|* “I'm, ,lxig}ngfi éfi N " thougl fully « sal L. we'll ay trouble s 10bglils we decently caj and when we, gan 1o longer zet aroup it, welll dall,fh ;astmueh.:of the 13 as:we can/‘get; and, meet it ln\lt-w% Bh, Hayes®too i il ¥ “Sure,” nodded the minihg éxperty Dale"was on his way stding the folloiving moriihg, wien met Henderson Goff. Again Dale was forcibly reminded of stories he had heard and read of Mississippi river steamboat gamblers of the long ago. GeX stepped out of the trail, smiled and spoke with apparent: good humor. Dale passed him without a word. Then the shyster coal man called out, “Ready to sell yet?” The Moreland Ceal company’s man- ager halted and faced about with & puckering of -his brows. “For a fair price, yes.” “Just what would you call a’ fair price?" ¥ “Oh, somewhere between two and | three hundred thousand,” promptly. Goft sniffed, and the corners of his mouth came down. : “You don't want much. You won’t get it from me!” “I'don’t want it from you.” | Dale turned and went on. He was sorry that he had stopped to talk with the fellow. That. afternoon he ‘again met Goft shyster made him very angry now, and his right band fell upon' the butt of the big revolver on his hip. Goff was about to sidestep in the Iaurels, when | Dale caught him roughly by the arm. “See here,” he said sharply, “you've about cut your little'swath. We've had enough of you. You can’t get this coal at any price, and the sooner you get yourself out of this country the better and safer it will be for you. To be plain, Y pretty apt to thrash ‘you the very next time I'sce you. Now move on!” 5 Goft went -off laughing wickedly. “Qh, gll right, Dale; ‘go ahead and buile #5:3 little road for me!” he said. I %tat night every steeper in the vaigg eof the Doe was awakened by a ‘great gmmbling explosion, which was | folle" .&¢ almost immediately by an | otker great, rumbling explosion. Be- ifore thé . reverberations Dhad died away, Bill Dale- had dressed himself “und - wae -standing ‘on-“the ‘vine-hung fro¥:z porch, and he was_ only a few scconds ahead of John'Moreland. Then there came the tearing sound of a heuvy explosion miles to the east: ward, PERE R T oA v. “Do' ye know what it Is?” inquire the mountaineer. - " .- 2 “They've stolen our dynamite from the tobacco-barn, and blown up the of- ‘fice and -supplies building and- the ‘com- missary building; also. they’v'e« blown up the big trestle near the siding,” Dale answered. | “'At's my - guess, too,” Said More- land. Within the next half hour Dale and Hayes, Major Bradley, and the men- folk of the Morelands and the Little- {fords had gathered around the wreck of the two big, unfnished frame bulld: ings. ‘Dale blamed himself much for ! having left dynamite unguarded in the tobacco-barn—but nobody’ else blamed him for it. 3 “It's time 'to let the law in,” he said when he bad viewed the jumbled.mass | of broken planks'and timbers by the | light of lanterns, He turned to stal- wart Luke Moreland. ““You get on my horsé and ride to Cartersville for the sherill. Tell him he can get the best posse in the world right here, if ‘he needs one. It's the proper thing, isn't it, major?” “Yes,” said Major Bradley, “it's the praper thing. You've got a real griev- ance now. But I fancy Goff had noth- ing to. do with this; he Is shrewd enough to know that a thing like this would cook his goose. Goft has been playing a blult game all along, you know. Some Balls or some Torreys, perhaps a misture of both, have done this without Goft's knowing anything about it.” 1'd have Sheriff Flowers ar- rest several of, the Balls and several of the Torreys, and try to scare them' into (urning state's evidence to save themselves.” The major finished in a low tone, because of the probability for eaves-: droppers, and in this he was wise. “We'll do that,” ‘Dale decided. , ‘his, right-hand man, orders like a vet- exan :general. managen. .. Tle men were to take thelr vifles'with thén to work: in,.the, morning,- but they - were tofive sh s3 e was, (n“adfenseor In, the moriing every | in operation ten miles toward the Jow- | land fap mnore, building materfl. . " Dy Heck joined them' then.i:iHe | guessed just what had - happened, phicked at Dale's sleeve and whis- | peredl s | “Sposen 1 takes a sneak or two to- | {ward: them lowdown, - walnut-eyed, | | knock-tweet, dadblamed Balls and | otit what I'can find | out: ley, The answe You be detective. you don't los know, if you douw't gain anythi Heck and his rifle disap (Contnued on Page 1) But be ¢ anything £ in the trail. ‘‘The bare sight’ of the’|" Ifllllllllll‘;fllllll!llllIllllll e to the n‘lw' 7 ‘he angl. $-s-s-s-sl vB";ih‘régfi‘r? tires at once. - Sounds "pretty badw— and looks worse! But you have a couple of Spares alorig —alucky strike for you. LUCKY STRIKE/ ‘When we discovered the toasting process six years ago, it was a:Lucky Strike for us. Why? 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