Evening Star Newspaper, September 15, 1931, Page 12

OUTLAWS OF EDEN THE by Peter B Kyne EVENING _STAR. INSTALLMENT 1. | Lorry saw the smoke also, and instantly | stopped the car. “It'll be too late to dispose of them zation. been able, with patient submission, to tolerate more than a modicum of civili- ‘The first progenitor in Am!nca‘ .000 feeders now,” her father told her. arrived with Lord Baltimore; thereafter | HEN Ranceford Kershaw came | post office at| o Valley Center his daughter | ixate Ticnenors back. Lorraine, seated at the wheel | (8% T ERErOeS DRe of the Kershaw car at the| curb, saw instantly that he had re- ceived some mail of a disturbing na- ture. gether. girl. He sighed deeply and lurched over ' never found L on her| hunters, trappers, soldiers and cattle- She set the brake, moved ‘i men. | rm His head was bowed a little, as| aoainet “her: from a blow, and in his tread there was | gid iaer Sorry, honey—so his head fell Him an’' Bab- | each generation moved at least one| shaw odyssey should end. ‘They'll strike to- | State farther West; one might hnve‘ Ah, poor Lorry—my poor little | traced the h sorry~—" a lag that bespoke an inhibition slightly | jj¢tje in’ her seat, put her right greater than that induced by the bul- years previous. h When he reached the car he leaned p against the front door; then slowly his head came Gown until his face was hid- den. He shivered faintly and a sigh, half pain, half despair, escaped him. His daughter watched him with som: thing of the alert, professional concern of a trained nurse, Only, in Lorry Ker- shaw's eyes, profound affection and pity showed. She knew her father suffered from angina pectoria, and two doctors had told her a long time ago that she must be prepared to lose him suddenly. They had warned her against exhibiting the slightest concern during one of his at- tacks, since that would merely add to the grief and worry of her father and perhaps hasten the end. So the girl waited until he raised his face and smiled at her a trifle sheep- ishly. “That was a real twister,” he gasped. 1 figured I was a goner for gure. I don’t think I could stand an- other like that one, Lorr: “Nonsense.” Lorry twigged his great nose with & show of irritation. But the girl knew he was secretly pleased: that her comradely, badinage helped materially o allay his excitement and the result- furious pounding of his heart. Too bad about you, isn't it?" she Jeered. “You know very well the doc- tor’s orders are to avoid excitement and o cultivate a placid outlook upon life at its worst. Nevertheless, the instant you Teceive bad news you selfishly hoard it Don't you know that bad news split be- tween us doesn’t occupy nearly so much valuable space in that stifled breast of yours? You climb into this car, Rance Kershaw, and cease your nonsense.” Rance Kershaw grinned at his daugh- ter lovingly. He relished being bullied by her, for he was fully aware of her reason for bullying him; aware that under her calm, debonair exterior there were tears and terror. He climbed laboriously into his seat beside her They drove in silence for about 2 miles. Then her father said: “You were right, darling. I found a real jolt waiting for me in the post office. The Valley Center Bank has bought our mortgage from the Savings Bank of San ncisco, an' Babeon's called it. Got pay up in five days or the bank'll enter suit to foreclose.” Yes, that was quite & shock,” agreed, “but it might be worse. We have a year in which to redeem the ranch, and in that time we may be able to refund our mortgage. ‘We'll be counted out 30 days after the suit is filed. close in on us and take the cattle as| courage was equal to the effort of a| soon as he hears Babson has filed suit. gage 118 a I ‘Stl girl protested. 1eeders that aren’t mortgaged to Nate Tichenor and we can get $20 a head for them. If we sell them now we can escape with $40,000, but if we hold them t put more fat on them Babson or Nate Tichenor will attack them to help cover a deficlency judgment. thousand dollars can be made to earn 5 per cent net. That's two thousand a year. And I have a high school teach- er's certificate secured in the University of California. I can earn $1,800 a year teaching school—and on the thirty-eight A cattle ranch without cattle on bility.” hundred a year you and I can live the ' life of a Reilly. old-timer.” “You can live the life of Reilly on it, honey, but I shall not. It will kill me lr)hgl\e up Eden Valley—an' you know Shy Not & worry in life, “It would have been a blessing if our family had never seen Eden Valley,” the girl cried passionately. “It's been paid for in blood and tears and heart- break and social ostracism, and all we have to show for the years is a private cemetery filled with Kershaw women who died neart-broken and Kershaw men who passed away with their boots on. And at last the Hensleys have tri- umphed over us.” “They got two more in their cemetery than we have, Lorr “But they haven't any debts—and after fighting 50 years to own all of Eden Valley they'll win at last. Nate ‘Tichenor must have money enough to buy in our ranch at the sheriff’s sale. Well, he's earned his victory. If any- body is to get our part of Eden Valley, 1 hope it will be Nate Tichenor. I won- der what sort of man Nate Tichenor has_turned out to be?” I dunno, Lorry. I wouldn’t attempt to figger even a half-breed Hensley. His father, folks do say, was a right peace- able, fair man, an’ when he married Angle Hensley 'he wrote me, inclosin’ his photograph, an’ advisin' me that marryin’ into the Hensley family didn't mean he'd married into the Hensley- Kershaw feud. He suggested that if an’ when we met I could pass him the time ©' day without gettin’ a bullet in an- swer. I took him at his word—an' he kept it. But his son was raised a Hens- ley. He went armed after his fifteenth birthday. I figgered him an' your brother Owen would shoot it out some day, which was why I never sent Owen to the high school at Valley Center. ‘The principal discovered Nate Tichenor wore a .45 in a shoulder holster, an’ ordered him to leave it home thereafter, tut young Tichenor wouldn't do it, so they hove him out o' high school. An’ they do say he was the smartest boy in the country.” “He's been gone from Eden Valley eince the war,” Lorry mused. “Nine years of life outside may have civilized him. I hope so. You've got to admit, dad, he hasn't been an importunate creditor.” ‘‘He don't have to be. The longer he holds off the more interest’ll accumu- late an’ the more cattle he’ll have to levy on for his deficiency judgment. He's smart. He don't figger to do no half-way job bustin’ us.” ‘Well, whatever happens to us it will be worth while,” the girl finally sug- gested, “provided it ends this senseless, bloody feud.” “The feud ended,” Ranceford Ker- shaw replied, “when your brother was killed in France. The last Hensley I tangled with put me out of the runnin’. A man so crippled be can’t walk a mile or set a horse has got to wait for his enemies to_come to The car had climbed a low ridge and debouched into Eden Valley; presently the road turned at right angles straight up the floor of the valley. Three miles of this and they were passing a cluster of buildings set among some scattered bull pines in the meadow about & quar- ter of & mile to the left of the road. A Jateral road led from a gate on the main highway down to these buildings, which constituted the headquarters of the ‘Hensley ranch. Since 1920 when Angie Tichenor, the last of the Hensleys, had died while her son was with the Army in France, the Hensley headquarters had been deserted, the ranch having been leaged, through an agent, to Ranceford Kershaw—much to the ger’s surprise! For 30 years Ranceford Kershaw had jever passed that gate without keeping B wary eye on the Hensley headquar- “gers. And since the habit of 30 years y not be broken in six, he gazed upon a; fla buildings now—and stared as he|. ®aw a column of smoke issuing from the chimney of the low ranch house. ) Lorry “You ain’t sympathetic,” he protested, | R After a long, searching, wistful contemplation of the scene below him, Robin Kershaw said: of the tribe by its headstones, it many a Kershaw ve at They were | ‘When Robin Kershaw, at the age of around his neck to steady him and with | 22 came home from the Mexican War Jet that had shattered his hip many per left tilted his face upward toward| ers and kissed him. For a few seconds | his father'’s ranch in Northern Texas|hand into his. 50 rough and calloused. is dimming glance meg hers with a|had been raided by Comanche Indians, | Thus they looked upon their heritage. he discovered that during his absence . " P look of love unutterable; racked by ex- | his family slaughtered and the cattle | Nate Tichenor will| Cruciating pain, nevertheless his high | stolen or dead in & drought. Robin Kershaw rode with Fremont to smile; and then the light went out of California and, when gold was dis- And after that it wouldn't be worth his eyes and his heaving breast was covered, was among the first to stake a while tryin’ to refund the ranch mort- | stilled forever. For a long time she had known that | | claim in the Sierra foothills. Before the snow flew in the Winter of 52 he | some day he would leave her thus— ' had amassed a fortune of half a mil- 2 ‘nhearted,” the | suddenly, : . N e o head ¢ | while her thumb pressed the button in | moving on. the center of the steering wheel and a Forty | awkwardly. After a lion dollars—and it was time to be He was now 28 years old and he series of raucous, long-drawn shrieks | could afford to marry and move on to from the motor horn. The Kershaw pride was in the dust' The land hunger was The last of the Kershaws was heart: he liked the cattle business and | templation of the scene below him at last. appealing to the last of the enemy for help! For 200 years the Kershaws had not ' free water. Women call it a “miracle Work-savine new SOA P —brings you quicker, whiter woshings — at less cost! @ SUDS are the one sure test of washing soap. If you would know why old-type soa extra, needless work—look to the suds and you will find the answer. That’s why the makers of Ivory Soap | the solitude the Kershaws called peace. nawing at his | he had in him in full measure the an- clent primitive urge for free grass and S0 he married a Juno who cost you you their new | of the valley: had walked to California beside a covered wagon in '49 and with her rode up into Northeastern California and cast about for a spot where the Ker- On a day in the year of 1853 he drove his three pack mules out of the timber on to a bald spot on the crest of what is now known as the Goose Nest Range, and saw 3,000 feet below him the land of his heart's desire. “Lovely—and lonely,” the girl beside him murmured, and she spurred her horse in beside him and slipped her soft WASHINGTON, D. C., TUESDAY, ‘We'll call it Eden Valley.” It was & wild elliptical valley into which he gazed; Kershaw estimated it should contain nearly 100,000 acres. It was, in reality, a vast mountain meadow. No trouble to’ Winter cattle there. He could cut sufficient wild hay there to insure bringing them out in the Spring strong and fat. A large stream me- andered down the approximate center above the dark blue of sugar and white pine timber on the sides of the encircling hills & coronet of snow appeared. After a long, searching, wistful con- Robin Kershaw sald: “We'l call it Eden Valley.” The two youthful plo- neers slid down through the talus and worker’ SEPTELMBER 15, 1931. 1 pine needles at last into the be:ln—-‘ the hatred and envy of humankind|on the northern side of the valley had | canal across or drive a tunnel an’ lead that one day should make them, their | gradually decreased in height until the | the water off down yonder. Good farm- children and their children’s children lower end of the valley they had gen- | in’ valley there, Lorry.” nings of Eden Valley—a canyon about a quarter of a mile wide and 4 miles long. Kershaw rode his horse out into the brown, whirling creek waters until they lapped his stirrups, then turned back and joined his wife on the high ground along the foot of the hills. “A creek in the Summer and Fall, but & good-sized river in the Winter and Spring, Lorry,” he announced. “There's bound to be & Iot of tributaries tumbling down from the hills on hoth sides. There'll be no dry years in this country, Lorry; and there'll always be a world of water for Summer irrigation.” The partner of his brave dreams nodded, for she, too, was a child of the soll and could understand his enthu- siasm. “The country's laid out like a {rying pan, Robin. This narrow canyon is"the handle and the big valley below is the pan.” Keeping to the high ground at th> base of the hills they journeyed down the Handle to the Pan, fording numer- ous lateral torrents that roared down the mountainside to the main stream below. Debouching from the Handle into the Pan (for 5o they continued to allude to the peculiar disposition of the country) Kershaw discovered that the creek was | now, indeed, a river. And, as was the case in the Handle. so it was in the Pan. For fully a mile on the west bank o‘te%‘e stream the ground was inun- a “God’s the ditch tender in Eden Val- ley, Lorry,” he exulted. “Once a vear for perhaps a month He gives free sur- face irrigation on a strip 2 miles wide and no man knows how long." He left her and rode out into the sluggish wash to a point within a hun- dred yards of the main channel. “From a foot to 6 inches deep.” he announced, when he rejoined her on the high ground. “What a grand soaking! And then a couple of inches of new, rich silt from the high country back yonder is left behind to fertilize the grass when the waters recede to the channel!” She smiled upon him, rejoicing with him in this discovery of unlimited free grass and water. On a mesa about 40 acres in area, and backed up against the western hills, they found the location for their fu- ture home. Perhaps a hundred stately Pine trees grew upon this mesa, with ush @reen grass between. can have a garden,” o mured rapturously. e “And here’s timber to our hand for our home and outbuildings,” he added We'll build a grand big log house and well furnished. When this valley has been surveyed and thrown open to set- tlers we'll have a squatter’s right to!| ;rm Site, on account we've been here | They camped that night in the pine grove. ide by side, o a foot-ems | | carpet of soft pine needles, they la: | under the stars that night and talked and made brave plans for their future. | Truly, they were as Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden: there, beneath their heavy woolen blankets, contgnt in each other’s arms. they saw no “vision | of the serpent. 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I The following morning they continued | OD its eastern side it was not timbered. | dry yvear or a succession o' dry years their journey down the valley, with growing satisfaction every mile or | so the small lateral streams that ran | Eden Valley. “There. down the encircling mountains to Eden | Umphgntly, “is the land that needs thr‘r’oflm-n Valley.” Valley Creck. F cbserved, t00, | that many thov s of acres were sub- | irrigated perenialiy, due to snow water, that seeped down sands. Half-way down the valley, h the land on each sid> of the cre at a slight angl each flank, thus the area sub from the crc creck grew dcee : the man who | would irrigate these lands in Summer would have to erect a very expensive | dam to rais the waters above the bank t ”“{;} out over his hay nnel of the | W sirable from evers nt of view, | there rose i the heart of Robin Ker- shaw a fierce desire to own it. 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