New Britain Herald Newspaper, November 4, 1922, Page 10

ROBERT W. CHAMBERS ©1022 GEORGE H DORAN COMBANY (Continued Prom Our Last Issue) | CHAPTER 111, Always Clineh's little pale eyes searched the forest twilight in front | of him; not a falling leal escaped | him; not a chipmunk, ) The slightest noise behind him, He waited, turned slowly, Bve stood there, Hell died in his pale eyes as came to him, rested silently in his gontle embrac turned Shis kiss, leld her flushed, sweet cheek against | hig unshaven face, | “Dad, darling?" “Yes, my baby “You're watching to kill Quintar Put there's no use watching any | longer.” “Have the he demanded, “They got one of his gang. Dyron Hastings is dead. Jim is badly hurt; Sld Hone, too—not so badly-—" “Where's Quintana?" “Dad, he's gone. don't matter. See here! She dug her slender hand into her breeches pocket and pulled out a little fistful of gems. Clinch, his powerful arm her shoulders, looked dully at Jewels, “You see, dad, there’s no use kill- ing Quintana. These are the things he robbed you of.” ‘“ 'Taint them that matter. . I'm glad you got 'em. I allus want- ed you should be a great lady, girlie. "hem’s the tickets of admission. You put 'em in your pants. I gotta stay here a spell—" “Dad! Take them!"” ' He took them, smiled, showed them into his pocket. “What is it, girlle?” he asked sently, his pale eyes searching woods ahead. ‘I've just told you,” she said, ‘that the boy's went in as far as Quintana's shanty. There was a dead man there, too; but Quintana has gone.” Clinch sald—not removing his eyes from the forest: “If any o' them boys has let Quintana crawl through 'l kil him, too. G'wan home, girlie. I gotta mosey—I gotta kinda loaf around f'r a spell—" “Dad, I want you to come with me—"" “You go home; you hear me, Eve? Tell Corny and Dick Berry to hook it for Owl Marsh and stop the Star Peak trails—both on ‘em: . . . Can 8id and Jimmy Walk?" “Jim can't—" “Well, let Harve take him on his back. You go toéo. You help fix Jimmy up at the house. He's a little fella, Jimmy Hastings is. Harve can tote him. And you go along—" “Dad, Quintana says he means to kill you! - What is the use of hurting him? You have what he took—" “1 gotta have more'n he took. But even that ain't enough. He couldn’t pay for all he ever done to me, girlie. I'm aimin’ to draw on him on sight—" Clinch’s set visage relaxed into an alarming smile which flickered, faded, died in the wintry ferocity o. his eyes. “Dad—" “G'wan home!" he harshly. “You want that boy to bleed to death?” i She came up to him, not uttering a word, yet asking him with nll the ten- derness and eloquence of her eyes to léave this blood-trail where it lay and hunt no more. He kissed her mouth, infinitely, tender, smiled; then, again prim and scowling: + “G'wan home, you little scut, an’ do what I told ye, or, by God, I'll cut a switch that'll learn ye good! Never a word, now! On yer way! G'wan!” Twice she turned to look back. The second time, Clinch was slowly walking into the woods straight ahead of him. She waited; saw him go in; she | boys below got him?" But it | closing the ab- the back interrupted Hastings NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 4, 1922, — Sometimes his lips movea, usually did when he was arguing with God or cplling his Creator's attention to the Justice of his case, His two cases—-each, to him, a cause elebre; the matter of Harrod; the tair of Quintana. Many a time he had pleaded these two causes before the Most High, But now his thoughts were chiefly coneerned with ve—with the prob- lem of her futur his master pas- slon-—this daughter of the dead wife he had loved He sighed They unconsciously; halted. “Well, Lord," he concluded, in his wordless way, ‘my girlie has gotta have a chance if T gotta go to hell for it. That's sure as shootin’ Amen." At that instant he saw Quintana. Recognition was instant and mu- tual, Neither man stirred, Quin- tana was standing beside a glant hemlock, His pack lay at his feet. QUINTANA'S BULLET SMASHED CLINCH BETWEEN THE 'EYE& Clinch had halted—always the me- | chanics!—close to a great' ironwood | tree. | Probably both men knew that they | could cover themselves before the other moved a muscle. Clinch's small, light eyes were blazing; Quin- | tana's black eyes had become two | slits. i Finally: “You — dirty — skunk i drawled Clinch in his agreeably mis- | e leading voice, T got you now. | “Ah—h,” said Quintana, “thees has |k M happen ver’ nice like I expec'. . . . Always 1 say myse'f, yet a little pa- | tience, Jose, an’ one day you shall meet thees fellow Clinch, who has rob you. . v Tegm yery !hank—‘ ful to the good God—" He had made the slightest of move- | ments; instantly both men were be- | hind their trees. Clinch, in the rerocious pride of woodcraft, laughed | exultingly—filled the dim and spec-| tral forest with his roar of laughter. | “Quintana,” he called out, ‘you're | a-going to cash in. Savvy? You're | a-going to hop off. An’' first you| gotta hear why. 'Tain’t for the stuff. Naw! I hooked it off'n you; you hooked it off'n me; now I got it again. | That's all square, No, ’tain't | that grudge, you green-livered whelp | of a cross-bred, still-born slut! No! | It's becuz you laid the heft o' your| dirty little dnger onto my girlie. | 'N’ now you joita hop!" { Quintana's sinister laughter ‘was his retort. Then: *“You damfool Clinch,” he sald, ‘I got in my pocket what you rob of me. Now I kill you, | and then I feel ver' well. I go home, | live like some kings; yes. But you,” | he sneered, ‘you shall not go home | never no more. No. You shall re- main in thees damn wood like ver'| dead old ra#that is all wormy. . . . waited. After a while she continued cn her way. 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To his surprise, Quintana did the same, then coolly stepped a pace out- side the shelter of his stump, ‘You show me now!" ucross the swamp. Clineh stepped into view, dug into his pocket, and, cupping both hands, displayed a glittering heap of gems. “I wanted you should know who gottem,” he said, ‘“before you hop. It'Nl give you romething to think over in hell," Quintana's eyes had become alits again, Nelther man stirred, Then: “So you are buzzard, eh, Clinch? You feed,on dead man's pockets, eh? You find Sard somewhere an' you feed.,” He held up the morocco case, emblazoned with the arms o. the Grand Duchess of Esthonia, and | shook it at Clinch. “In there is my share, . Not all. Ver' quick, now, I take yours, too—"" Clinch vanished and so did rifie; and Quintana's first struck the moss where the | had rested. ‘You black crow!” jeered Clinch, luughlnq‘“—l need that empty case of yours, And I'm going after |it. . . . But it's because your flithy claw touched my girlle that you gotta hop!” Twilight lay over the .phantom wood, touching with pallid tints the flooded forest. 8o far only that one shot had been fired. Both men were still maneu- vering, always creeping in circles and always lining some great tree for shelter. Now, the gathering dusk was mak- ing them bolder and swifter; and twice, already, Clinch caught the shadow of a fading edge of some- thing that vanished against the shadows too swiftly for a shot. Now Quintana, keeping a tree ' in line, brushed with his lithe back a leafless moose-bush that stood sway- ing as he avolded it. Instantly .a stealthy hope seized him: he slipped out of his coat, spread it on the bush, set the naked branches swaying, and darted to his tree. 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Tuesday, in a little basement plumb- er shop In the lower and dirtier por- tion of Market street, a prematurely aged man who had grown tired of the drabness and hardships of life, was found dead with a plece of gas tuh- Ing in his mouth, Outside the cob- webbed window a patent medicine vender In Indian costume bawled his wares, At the same time he seemed to ery the world's answer to the youth, The youth and the old man were Edward Green, composer of more than 200 waltzes and sentimental songs which were sung and whistled throughout the country In the '80s, Some of them still are popular, In- cluded In the llst of Green's songs, in addition to “Will You Remember Me?" which was his biggest hit, were “Mother's Memory,” “Waiting In the Gloaming” and “The Old Rustle Bench,” A cast of characters has been select- ed for the play ‘“Mice and Men," which will be presented by students of Connectlcut college in New London, on Nov, 18, Those who have been as- signed parts are: “Mark Embury," Evelyn Ryan of Grand Island, Neb.; “Roger Goodlake,” Katherine Swan of New London; “Capt., George Lovill," Mary Snodgrass of Avalon, Pa.; “Sir Harry Trimklestone,” Constance Park- | er of Newton, Mass,; “Kit Barniger,” Elleen Fitzgerald ‘of Holyoke, Mass,; “Peter,” Katherine Renwick of Brook. 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