Evening Star Newspaper, September 17, 1931, Page 44

. SYNOPSIS. Robin Kershaw, descendant of & ing family, rode with Premont California. TRt P2 Sl aBle location:Tor ' Catiie Fanch: u e Tanich. Rl “bAter who pud walked beside oneer- BOROBORIBOL sider favorably the estion that one war at a time is enough for cur people to be, engaged in. Our dam’s out, and I ask you, as = fo 10 let us have the 2 ft de & | water after it has done its work for rode | you » ‘Why should you ask me & favor? And why should I grant it, young man?” “Because my m T jdeai ' have got to run our outfit while I'm h Kershaw's wi . 'The Kershaws prosper. Robin Kershaw acquires the most valuable lands in Eden Vailey. Trouble im- nds when Joel Hensley settles in the Tower alf of the valley, There is bad blood over fences and water' for irrigation. The men “fiight it out in smoke.” Kershaw kills Hensley and the blood-feud is on, Hensiey's #0ns swearing vengeance. INSTALLMENT XL O relatives, outside the immediate descendants of the Kershaw and Hensley clans ever parti- started i fective primer, for it was 8 t of honor with both clans to “kill their own snakes.” three generations eleven Kershaws an four hired gunmen died with their boots on and two went to State’s prison for varying terms. Of the Hensleys thir- teen were killed, with five imen. Neither side ever ccmplained to the authorities; as they often said, they prefsrred the good old six-volume law! Cn'y very inquisitive sheriffs invaded the Army. I didn't figure you'd make War on women.” “H?ow about the old fence bill, young man?” Young Nate laid a check on the gate- post. “My grandfather should have aid that, Mr. Kershaw. It was. right fi'w and ornery of him not to. There’s a check for it, with interest for 40 years at 6 per cent added.” < Rance Kershaw's not too stable heart. Kteg your check,” ‘an leaped in triumph. o 8 TNl keep my he ordered harshly, water.” Lorraine Kershaw came out of the house. Straight down the little graveled walk she came to the gate. Nate Tiche- nor noticed how straight she walked; noticed, too, that she had been weeping recently. She was a striking, pretty g:: her hair was jet black and shiny; eyes large and dark and lustrous; her skin a pale ivory with a faint rose radiance seeping up through it. " “The Hensley apology is accepted she cried in a clear ringing voice. “And | you may kep your check. That fence Was charged off to depreciation bsfore | you and I were born. Please give cur ®Good-by, Lorry Kershaw,” he said with difficalty. “I thank you with all my heart. You're Eden Valley séeking redress for the out- raged law; and the half-dozen, who mo, who knew tco much, never re- At that, the feud surely must have of inanition at times, wi the ; | the water into ycur irrigation hip; his son Owen, aged 20, and & daughter, Lorraine, aged 16. Of the clan Hensley there remained three women, Angie Tichenor, a widow, and Hattie and Beulah Hensley, both' old maids. It was assumed, Iocally, that in the fullness of time Nathan Tichenor snd Owen Kershaw would shoot it cut to- gether; hence with one or both of the young men out of the way there should be peace at last in Eden Valley. But the great war intervened. Neither Owen Kershaw nor Nathan Tichnor waited to be drafted. ‘War with Germany, it will be remem- bered, was declared on April 6, 1917. In March a furious freshet had washed out the Hensley diversion dam Eden Valley Creek. On the morning of April 7 Nathan Tichenor rode up to the gate in the white paling fence before the old log ranch house cf the clan Ker- shaw, and, like his fire-eating grand- | jt father, held up his hand, outward, in the cld frontier sign of peace. Prom the veranda crlgfld Rance Kershaw glared down at him. “Our diversion dam went out last month,” said young Nate. weblessed 1o heke. 3/ young | man. i a 4 “I'm going down to San Francisco to- | morrow to enlist—-' ‘That's to your credit, 1 do say if %0." Old Rance appeared to thaw per- | ceptibly. “Still y-u're a mite slow aoin’ your duty. My boy. Owen. -left this ‘morning.” ! ‘I wish him luck, Mr. Kershaw, What 1 came for was to ask you if you'd con- mighty sweet.” compliments to your mother and your aunts and say that the Kershaws will be very pleased to see that hereafter the Bar H Ranch gets ail the water the Circle K can give it.” . iFhay wou't either,” old Rance “Pay .no attention to father,” the girl , in & tone meant for young . “He can't help word of honcr it shall. This morning at 11 o'clock I became the foreman of the Circle K, and I'll keep the floodgates closed at our diversion dam and turn ditches when we’ve done with it, instead of di- verting it back into Eden Valley Creek. Run along now, Nate Tichenor, and may God bless you and protect you and bring you zafe back to ycur mother in Eden Valley.” He stared at her. And then he blinked because the tears of emotion were in his boy’s eyes. He held out his hand across the gate. “Good-by, Lorry Kershaw,” he said with difficulty. “I thank you with all my heart. You're mighty sweet.” She accepted his hand to the great scandal of her father; she stood at the gate and watched him jog away down the valley, sitting very straight in his :lkrvzd and silver-mounted stock-sad- ‘Come, come, old settler,” she said. ime to cease hurling maledictions and start praying. And I promised him the water.” | He was silent at that. Then: “Well, I | suppose it won't hurt us to let ’em have " He must have thought then of his | own gallant stripling son. “Just as well | to take things easy mow, Lorry. Even | if they both come back theyl never shoot each other. If that Tichenor pup's | 2 fair sample, the Hensley clan ‘ain't { Tun to seed in this ganeration.” Nate Tichenor's farewell sentence | came back to her. She patted her fa- zhxe;'- cheek. “You're mighty sweet,” she said. * ko x Natban Tichentr had come back to Eden Valley. He arrived in a glittering limousine, driven by a liveried chauffeur, beside whom sat a dignified middie-aged individual any Forlorn Valleyite would ! have accepted as a banker or raliroad ¢ . I miss my P milk baths this season,” wmpines not_been molested. STAR. WASHINGT! .. C, THURSDAY, THE EVENING gg‘:ddent. but who was in reality Nathan henor’s English valet. Arrived in the grass-grown farmyard of the deserted Bar H headquarters, Tichenor alighted. “Well, lads, this is where I was born and reared,” Nate Tichenor spoke finally. The house recked of that indescrib- able odor inseparable from closed and deserted houses, but a cursory inventory satisfied Tichenor that the contents had saw an automobile with two persons in | *Yes, he's dead, Miss Kershaw,” he announced. “What do want to do? itsid it 1t halted cn the main road just ou eg‘:kme,hlm to” Valley Genter or ¥ e?” —_— ‘NoY pondeted. “Ah, yes. from my chimney. . Kershaws, I won- der? Must be the Kershaws or they'd drive in.” He took a heavy pistol from his bag, fitted it into a shoulder holster, put on his coat to conceal the weapon, went to the garage, backed his car out and whirled away up the ranch road to the gate, where he alighted and lifted his hat_to Lorry Kershaw. “I'm Lorraine Kershaw, Mr. Tichenor, and I am in trguble. My father has just died.” “Where?” “Here, beside me—against my shoul- der. He's so—heavy and limp—I can’t handle him—can't. manage to drive.” Nate Tichenor opened the gate, came around to the side of her car warily, for he suspected a trap, stepped up on the running board and looked into Rance- ford Kershaw's face, over which the sickly pallor of death was already spreading. He reached for the old man's pulse. the dead man back over the seat and laid hugrfenu down on_the tonneau seat. ive slowly and Il follow in my car,” he said. . He alighted and stood beside her. “I'm very sorry,” he said. “I regret that “Bring in the meats and groceries I purchased in Gold R Darby,” he or- dered the chauffeur. “There should be firewood in the woodshed. Start a fire in that fireplace. Joseph (to the valet), et busy and organize our housekeep- Ji while I take a run up the valley to call on a neighbor.” opportunity to talk with him. I was up at your ranch house this morning, but there was nobody home.” “You—called—on us! Why?” “To tell you and your father I was coming back to Eden Valley—to stay— and to Ill{g!fll that we become neigh- bors—at_ last. I'm tired being an enemy. It's a job I never relished.” Is that why you didn't demand ad- ditional security when father renewed his note to you, even though you knew ‘When Nate returned from his visit up the valley, Joseph had the house swept and aired, beds made, and & luncheon in preparation. Tichenor was prowling l.\'oumr the venerable home of his an- cestors, reviving old memories, when n his ears impinged the steady in- tent, tooting of an automobile siren. “Somebody up on the valley road wants something,” he decided. Tichenor glanced out the window and Marion Gage Will Fill Mail and Phone Orders Phone NAtional 5220 and ask for Marion Gage, or write to her, if you are not able to shop in person. Your order will be carefully filled. more than half?” He nodded. “I wish—I wish—we'd xnown. He thought—when he saw the smoke com- He stepped into the tonneau, lifted | of he has passed away before I had an |PU the V‘l‘:l:d of the cattle originally mort- | ad She took his proffered hand in both Brave, ““Gh, Nate Tichenor ahe sopved, . “Oh, Nat or,” alone—all lk:n.e—-clx;nel"e , you're not,” he reminded her. “But have your little crying spell all out, just the same.” He stepped Upon the runaing board, t his arm around her shoulder and the breast of a friend,” he urged. “! ;l:}y it's a privilege you've never enjoyed ore. ‘While she sobbed against him he cautfously unbuckled the shoulder hol-/ ster with the pistol in it, slipped it down under the tail of his coat and tossed it across the road into the grass, (To Be Continued.) — ‘When the American eagle was first on the seal of the United States, in 1782, Benjamin Franklin ob- Jjected to it as a Caesarean emblem|and wanted to know what was the matter with the wild turkey, as being more ing from your chimney—he thought——" | distinctly American. 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