New Britain Herald Newspaper, February 13, 1922, Page 9

ERSKINE DALE by JOHNFOX.7r ©1919 W10 by SAELE SR NS 1 Streaks of red ran upward, and in mnswer the great gray eye of the wil- | derness lifted its mist-fringed id, | Prom the green depths came the flut- dgg of a lone wood-thrush. Through | thein an ow! flew on velvety wings| for his home In the heart of a pri-| maeval poplar | Deep in the depths a boy with al How and arrow and naked, except for| scalp-lock and breech-clout, sprang ! from sieep and again took fMight along a buffalo trail. Not far behind him,| three grunting savages were taking| up the print of his moccasined feet, An hour before a red flare rose| within the staked enclosure that was rearcd in the center of a little clear- ing. Before the first glimmer of day| the gates yawned a little and three dim slhinpes moved leisurely for - thei woods—each man with a long fiint- | lock rifle in the hollow of his nrm,‘ o hunting-kndfe in his belt and a| coon-skin cap on his head. At either end of the stockarde a watch-tower of oak became visible and in each a sleepy sentinel yawned and sniffed the welcome smell of fry- ing venison below him. A girl climbing the rude ladder to the tower stopped midway. “*Mornin', Dave!" “Mornin', Polly! “1 was comin’ to wake you up,” she smiled. “1 just waked up,” he yvawned, hu- moring the jest. “Lyddy!" cried Polly, “bring Dave's Lreakfast!" At the fire a tall girl rose, pushed a mass of sunburned hair from her heated forehead, and a flush not from the fire fused with her smile, “I reckon Dave can walk this far he don't look very puny.'” A voice vibrant with sarcasm rose from one of the women about thef steaming kettle. [ ““Honor!" she cried. ders!” Tn a doorway near, a third girl was framed—deep-eyed, deep-breasted. | “Honor!" cried the old woman,| “stop wastin’ yo' time with that weav- in’ in thar an' come out here an' help| these two gals to git Dave his break- | fast.”” Dave Yandell laughed ]nuv]r‘ 1y, Cow-bells began to clang edge of the forest. ~ “There they are,” dried Polly. “Come on, Lyddy.” | The two girls picked up piggins| and squeezed through the opening between the heavy gates. The young hunter entered a door and within| threw himself across a rude bed, face down. “Honor!"” cried one of the old wom- en, “you go an' git a bucket o' wa- e A few minutes later she was at the spring and ladling water into her pail with a geurd. Honor dipped lazily. “Boo!” cried Polly, and then teasingly: “Are you in love with Dave, Honor?’ The girl reddened. As Honor turned abruptly for the| fort, a shot came from the woods fol- Jlowed by a war-whoop that stopped the blood shuddering in their veins.| “Oh, my God!"” each cried, | “Honor San- | at the startling her, too, and | catching at their wet skirts they fled in terror through the long grass. They heard the quick commotion in the fort, heard sharp commands, cries of warning, frantic calls for them to hurry, saw strained faces at the gates,'saw Dave bounfl through and rush toward them. “Git in—ever'body—git in—quick!" I'rom a watch-tower, too, a rifle had cracked. A naked savage had bounded into a spot of sunlight that | quivered on the buffalo trail a hlln-; dred yards deep in the forest and| leaped- lithely aside into the bushes— hoth rifles had missed. ¥rom the tower old Jerome saw reeds begin to shake in a cane-brake to the left of the spring. “Look thar!" he called, and three rifles, with his own, covered the spot. A small brown arm was thrust above the shaking reeds, with the palm of the hand toward the fort-—the peace | sign of the Indian. | A moment later a naked boy sprang trom the cane-hrake and ran toward ' the blockhouse, with a bow and ar- row in his left hand and his right stretched above his head, its ploadmx‘ palm still outward. i “Let him in!" shouted Jerome, and | as Dave opened the gates another| arrow hurtled between the boy's up- raised arm and his body and stuck quivering in one of its upright bars. The boy elid through and stood pant- ing, shrinking, wild-eyed. The arrow had grazed his skin, and when Dave lifted his arm and looked at the oozing drops of blood he gave a startled oath, for he saw a flash of white under the loosened broech-clout below. * The boy under- stood. Quickly he pushed the clout aside on his thigh that all might see, nodded gravely, and proudly tapped his breast. % leface!” he half grunted, “white The wilds were quiet. The boy pointed to them and held up three fingers to indicate that there were oniy three red men there, and shook his head to say there would be no attack from them. “What's your shook his head around. “Francais—Irench?” he asked,and in tura the big woodsman shook his head—nobody there spoke French. | However, Dave knew a little Shaw- nee, a good deal of the sign language, -and the boy seemed to understand a | good many words in English; so that the big woodsman pieced out his story with considerable accuracy. 1 The Indians had crossed the Big River, were as many as the leaves, and meant to attack the whites. For the first time they had allowed the boy to go on a war-party. Some one had treated him badly—he pointed | out the bruises of cuffs and kicks on| his body. The Indians called him White Ar- name?” The boy/| and looked eagerly | himaelf. the girdle of untanred skin under hl!lI breechclout and because the Indian boys taunted him. e Asked why he had come to the fort, he pointed again to his hruises, put both hands against his bhreast, and stretched them wide as though he would seek shelter in the arms of his own race and take them to his heart 11, 0Old Jerome and Dave and the old- er men gathered in for a council of war, The boy had made it plain that the attacking party wag two days be- hind the three Indians from whom he had escaped, so that there was no danger that day, and they could wait until night to send messengers to warn the settlers outside to seek safety within the fort. On the mighty wildérness the sun sank slowly and old Jerome sent run- ners to the outlying cabins to warn the irmates to take refuge within the fort. There was no settler that was not accustomed to a soft tapping on the wooden windows that startled him wide awake, Then there was the noiseless awakening of the household, NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, MONDAY, FEBRUARY 13, 1922, wounded man opened his eyes just in time to see and he smiled “I know [t he said faintly, and then his eyes caught the hoy with the scalp, were fixed steadily and began Lo widen “"Who 18 sharply, that boy?" he asked (Continued in Our Next lssue). WARBLERS OF GLEE CLUBS T0 GONPETE College Singers Will Meet at Car- negie Hall March 4 New York, Teb, 13.-—Ten college glee clubs are going to compete at Carnegie hall, March 4. The warblers are coming from Harvard, Princeton, Yale, Amherst, Columbia, Dartmouth, New York university, Penn State, University of Pennsylvania and Wes- leyan. i The club judged the best of all is to receive a cup from the University Glee club of New York. The judges are Dr. Walter Damrosch, conductor of the New York Symphony orches- tra; Henry Hadley, composer and di- rector and George Chadwick, director of the New England Conservatory of Music. Persons who have no liking for Bantock's "Give a Rouse'" will steer clear of Carnegie hall on March 4 for | that air is to be sung by each of the |10 clubs and they will be judged thereby. As a relief, the singers can contribute any other numbers they wish to the gaiéty of the occasion. The competjtions, which are for the creased, Harvard won first prize the last three years successively MINISTER AGCUSES, PRODUCER DEFENDS Hot Debate on Theater in New| Ygrk Church | New York, Feb, 13- A 4]0?‘!'9‘ which from being merely militant be- came exciting, broken by cheers and hisses and cries of “Throw him out!" | between Dr. John Roach Straton, pastor of Calvary Baptist church, and Willlam A. Brady, the theatrical pro- ducer, over conditions on the stage, took place yesterday afternoon in Dr, Straton's church., The church was pracked to the doors by those who had been drawn together by the pos- sibility of an Interesting encounter. Girls perched themselves on the bal- cony railing and with their escorts lined the hall and were not disap- pointed, Stage Is Criticized. Dr. Straton attacked the stage as the most demoralizing influence in American life, charged that the pub- lie was drugged with indecency till it demanded more and that girls gained promotion at the price of their honor. The church and Sunday school suffered in proportion to the increase in motion plcture popular- ity, the stage increased divorce and promised in time to ruin every de- cent tradition of the theater, Dr, Straton shouted amid the applause of his congregation. “The slimy trall of mammonism and the money lust is over the fair purpose of encouraging ‘choral sing- DAVE SAW THE BOY AT HIS SIDE WITH HIS BOW AND ARROW. noiseless dressing of the children the mere whisper of “Indians" was enough to keep them quiet—and the noiseless slipping through the wilder- ness for the oak-picketed stockade. And the gathering-in was none too soon. The hooting of owls started before dawn. A flaming arrow hissed from the woods, thudded into the roof of one of the cabins, sputtered feebly on a dew-drenched ridge-pole, and went out. Savage war-whoops rent the air, and the battle was on. All day the fight went on. The stranger boy sat stoically in the center of the enclosure watching everything, and making no effort to take part, except twice when he saw a gigantic Tndian hrandishing his ritle at the edge of the woods, en- couraging his companions behind, and each time he grunted and begged for a gun. Dave made out that the Indian was the one who had treated the boy cruelly and that the lad was after a personal reyenge. A last 3ally was made just before sunset. A body pushed against Dave in the tower and Dave saw the stran- ger boy at his side with his bow and arrow. A few minntes later he heard a yell from the lad which rang high over the din, and he saw the feath- ered tip of an arrow shaking in the breast of the big Indian who stag- gered and fell behind a bush. Just at that moment there were yells from the woods behind—-the yells of white men that were answered by joyful yells within the fort “The Virginians! The Virginfans!” And as the rescuers dashed into sight on horse and afoot, Dave saw the I.M‘ leap the wall of the stockade and dis-| appear behind the fleeing Tndians. | “(sone back to 'ém,” he grunted to| The gates thrown | open. Old Jerome and his men rushed | out, and besieged and rescuers poured all their fire after the running In-| were to empty their rifles once more, “Git in! Git in, quick!" yelled old| Joel. He knew another volley would | come as soon as the Tndians reached | the volley did. | Three men fell—one the leader of the Virginians, whose head flopped | forward as he entered the gate and| was caught in old Joel's arms. Not| another sound came from the woods, | a hand thrust upward with the palm of peace toward the fort, and again the stranger boy emerged—-this tte:e with a bloody scalp dangling in i left hand. In the center of the enclosure the wounded Virginian lay, and when old Jerome stripped the shirt from his breast he shook his head gravely. The | For fine Catte good as regular cream; and how it saves your pocketbook! Bordens EVAPORATED MILK row, und he knew he was white from dians, some of whom turned hmmv!; the cover of thick woods, and come | | ing, began in 1914, and the number | of participating clubs has steadily in- face of dramatic art,” he said Hits Mary Pickford. Individuals did not escape him. The Btillman case and the Shonts case were cited as examples of the effect of the stage on private morals, and he took shots at Charlie Mary Pickford and Douglas Fair banks for their matrimonial ventures as {llustrating what he sald were unhealthy conditions among the lead- ers of the motion picture world. Jgws Are Assailed. Much of the blame for what Dr Straton called the demoralization of the stage and brazen flaunting of un- clad feminity for the sake of money managers and directors. He wald that while he did not wish to fan ra- clal prefudice, he felt that Jews con- 4 ' the theater and should be ealled to account for an {influence Chaplin, | he lald at the doors of Jews who are | |which he character the Ainloyal od thelr own even to teachings of ¢ | faith Defended By Brady Mr. Brady denled this vehe | satd that Jewa did not control und [that in what they did control they played fair and kept thelr word and standards In a way that might be an |example to Christians, He defended { Mary Pickford, but, apparently to hls own surprige when he mentioned her, drew a storm of hisses. There are more clergymen in Jjall than ac- tors, he maintained, and sald that the | reason newspaper critics did not more often denounce an immoral play was because they had found that the | surest way to give it publlc popu- |1arity, ently, STRANGER_ Lillies-of-the-Valley or | but again Dave from the tower saw 92 WEST MAIN ST. 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