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But, reader, I assure you that it is Hans was glad to sign an agreement, the same Wilhelm, as it is the same promising to pay a ridiculously small Hans.

and merely nominal stumpage fee. To appreciate the incident which I Good-natured Neighbor Cook, desiring have just related, it must be under- only to have the moral ascendency in stood that it was not only custom, but the dispute, waived his right to the a matter of pride, for each property- logs and the value thereof, in order to owner to maintain a good communica- avoid a troublesome fight which might tion trail across his land, connecting delay his departure to the States, where with the trails maintained by his neigh- he was impatient to go to visit his sick bors; for it was only by such coöpera- wife. tion that travel over large sections of A few days later, when Friend Cook the country was possible. The excep- had started northward, Neighbor Hans tions to this rule were the Germans rode across my place on his way home of university-military caste, who, in from down river. He dismounted and petty spite against their neighbors, re- came up to the house in a noticeably peatedly obstructed trails and resorted bad humor. With a brief greeting he to other harassing methods, in order to burst forth with, 'It

seems your

friend have revenge on some enemy, real or Cook looks for trouble. He will get imaginary. Among the Americans no plenty, you may be sure of that! Takes enmities existed, while the Germans me for a fool, huh! I will show him were divided into jealous groups. This something. While my men work he was fortunate for us, for, had the Ger- sleeps in his house. Why does he not mans pulled together, it would have watch his land? Does he think I follow been difficult for an American to re- my men and look where they go? How main in the district, unless he was will- can I tell whether they go on his place ing to submit to German domination. or not? No, I look out for my own land, Still another incident may prove

not for my neighbor's. That is their illustrative. One day, while hunting, affair. I have troubles enough of my Friend Cook came upon some fresh own, without taking on other people's. · mahogany stumps. Following a timber It is his mistake and not mine if his trail newly made, he came to the river, trees are cut down. Now you tell him where, to his amazement, he saw some for me I pay him not one red cent twenty logs all rafted to float away. for those logs. Last night I float the Making inquiry, he discovered almost logs down stream to another jurisdicimmediately that the cutting and raft- tion, and that paper I sign no longer ing had been done by employees of has value. I sign it to fool him. Now Neighbor Hans, who at the time hap- he will find out what kind of man I am. pened to be working mahogany. Forti- He makes a mistake to fight Hans. I fied in his proofs by a government sur

will show him.'? vey, Friend Cook called upon Neighbor Hans for satisfaction and settlement.

1 A thesis since officially indorsed by the Chan

cellor of the German Empire. He found him in great spirits, and in

2 By virtue of measures inaugurated by teleclined to be satirical; but as soon as graph on the part of Neighbor Hans, Friend Friend Cook had made the purpose of Cook was held up by the authorities at the port his visit painfully clear, then Neighbor of departure. Before the officials could satisfy Hans grew insolently indignant at both

themselves that no reason existed for detaining

Cook, he had been put to considerable expense charge and claim. When, however,

and trouble, including a long and vexatious deCook placed an embargo on the logs, lay. - THE AUTHOR.

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That night I had a good deal to it gone. My men saw Hans take it, but think about, and a few days later, seek- supposed I had given him permission. ing sympathy I rode over to Finca That's what I call nerve. He might

I Santa Felicia, and laid my trials before have sent it back anyway. I'm going Friend Russell. But, instead of com- after it, and if you hear any noise over miseration, my host turned on me. yonder it's me doing things.' ‘As a friend,' said he, 'I advise you not

And Friend Russell disappeared on to repeat to others what you have just his mule in the direction of Santa told me; for if you do, you will lose the Clara. It was late in the afternoon respect of every man in this section. I when he returned, riding his horse and cannot understand it. I supposed you leading the mule. Hans had explained were a man of spirit. Why, I'd like that, being short of help, he could not to see anybody put anything like that send the animal back at once, and beover on me.'

sides he had had to use it to visit his That was all the satisfaction I got own property, a three days' trip into on that day; but shortly afterwards the campo. Neighbor Hans passed my home, rid- 'Well, what did you say to him ing a horse which bore a curious re- Russell?' semblance to that of Friend Russell. 'Oh, I did n't say much,' replied I remarked on the likeness to Hans, Russell; you see, I was right glad to who promptly admitted that it was get my horse back, and besides he Russell's horse, which he had been opened up some of that old Rhine'obliged to borrow,' as his own mount wine stuff and treated me pretty white, had gone

lame when he reached Santa and though I felt rather sore, I thought Felicia.

I'd better let it go at that.' A week later Friend Russell came in 'Well,' said I, élet me advise you as on a mule, making hasty inquiry as to a friend never to repeat that happening whether I had seen his horse. I in- to any one about here, as you might lose formed him that Neighbor Hans had their respect. By Jove! I'm surprised. ridden it through the week before. I thought you were a man of courage. Russell looked at me with an expression I'd like to see any one put anything like which gave me entertainment. “Hans,' that over on me.' he ejaculated,'has one big nerve.' Such were these neighbors, univer

"Where is the nerve?' I asked, as sity-taught and army-bred. When the blandly as you please; ‘you lent him newspapers of early August, 1914, the horse, did n't you?'

reached me and I read with horror of ‘Lent nothin',' snorted Russell; the invasion of Belgium, my hands ‘Hans took my horse from the corral dropped to my lap, and I exclaimed and left his lame one. I knew nothing aloud, ‘Neighbor Hans is loose in Euof it till I went for my horse and found

rope, too!'

CHERRY VALLEY

BY KATHERINE MAYO

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There was Cherry Valley, for examI

ple, only four short miles away. This was early in the force's history Cherry Valley was the central point

so early that as yet no sub-station of in a circle of mining plants. It possessState Police had ever been planted in ed their one and only store a comWashington County.

pany store; it had some places of dubiCaptain Pitcher, commanding 'A' ous amusement. It had also a large and Troop, was now about to place one bad negro element, mingled with that there, and, in reviewing the territory, sort of white stock that will so mingle. had selected Burgettstown as the loca- Cherry Valley, by its own proud tion for the new outpost. Burgetts- word, was a 'tough proposition, and town, close to the Ohio line, lies some from its toughness emanated a consixty miles from the troop's home bar- siderable part of Burgettstown's woes. racks.

They ranged from chicken-stealing and Sergeant Charles Jacobs, late 3rd drunken Sunday sprees to the firing of United States Cavalry, Private Gjert- haystacks and barns, thefts of crops, sen, late corporal of United States and attacks upon women in lonely Marines, and two other troopers, com

places. And no local means of protecposed the new detail. On sending the tion with which Burgettstown was enmen off, the captain made them a fare- dowed operated against them in the well speech. That speech, for him, was slightest degree. a long one, yet every word of it carved Yet these things had become so much its indelible mark.

a part of Burgettstown's daily life as You men have to make good in that to be accepted more or less like the county. You are going to establish a weather that Providence is pleased to name for the force. Do your full duty. send, on a par with the discipline of a Get what you go for. Keep every act

world of travail and sojourning, to be above criticism. And never start any- borne with resignation and to be taken thing" first.'

as they came. Burgettstown is a typical farming Burgettstown, as yet, had no personcommunity - ,

- quiet, orderly, pros- al knowledge of the power and purpose perous, and as vulnerable as an oyster of a State Police, and in so far as it without its shell. The constable of substituted surmise for experience, its Burgettstown was seventy years old, surmise ran that the force must be and, although far from well-preserved, simply a new-fangled avenue of graft, a his quavering strength might yet have creation of costly, arrogant uselessness. sufficed for all the home-bred needs of the farmers, therefore, in their farmthe bailiwick. But, as it happened, the ers’skepticism as to all new things, held real needs of Burgettstown were not aloof and looked askance. home-bred at all.

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applicant for help to call at the sub- in the humble dejection of the figure station door was a very humble one in- touched the justice slightly. Perhaps deed. It was a harmless old negro, he suddenly remembered that this man who, by some mischance, had incurred could wield a whitewash brush a little the wrath of one of the black bullies of bit better than any one else in the borthe Cherry Valley gang. The bully had ough, and that in haying time he came promised to kill this white-polled an- in handily. cient on sight, and, as he habitually 'Look here, you!' he shouted down 'toted a gun,' he was likely to carry out the path, 'there's those State Police his threat at their first meeting. just come to town. I don't reckon they

'Certainly ain't gwine to be no meet- 'll do anything for you, but it could n't in' if I sees him first, the old man de hurt to walk over and ask 'em before clared with conviction; ‘but I cyan't you pack up. Your time ain't worth have eyes all round my head at once, much, anyhow.' an' I cyan't rest nights tryin' to keep 'Certainly we will serve this war'em so. If you could help me, boss, I rant,' said Sergeant Jacobs, having certainly would be thankful. Nobody read the writ. “Why not?' else won't, not in dis world! I'se begged The old negro could scarcely credit 'em all.'

his ears. 'But — but Cherry Valley's He had sworn out a warrant for the an awful wicked place, and Cherry Val. apprehension of his persecutor, and had ley fights by de bunch. Razors and taken the warrant to the constable, in knives

knives - an' every kind of gun.'

due and proper course. But the con- 'Now, uncle, don't you fret. Go stable, honest gray-beard that he was, along home and eat your dinner in feigned no ability to serve that writ. peace. We'll take care of you. Leave He knew that the burly black rascal Cherry Valley to us.' would at best snatch it out of his hand The old man stared, while his lips and tear it up before his face, and that moved. He seemed to be repeating the he would be lucky to escape merely words to himself, savoring them one by with ridicule and without bodily in- one. Slowly his heart shone through jury. So the constable had flatly re- his wrinkled mask, translated. Fifty fused the attempt. The patient old years had rolled away. Once more he negro had then plodded back to the stood in a world that he knew among squire.

'real white folks at home. He clasped ‘Dis here writ please, sah, con- his knotted hands while the tears rolled stable say he won't serve it. What I down his cheeks. gwine to do next?'

'O master! master, dear!' he sobbed 'Don't know. Guess there ain't any- and laughed together, falling unconthing to do next,' opined the squire. sciously upon the long-hushed name.

‘But, squire, I’se too afraid! Dat ‘D-don't let 'em hurt you over there. man gwine to kill me, sure!'

Don't let 'em harm one lil' hair of yo' 'Well, then, I guess you'd better precious haid! Dis nigger ain't wuth it!' move away from here. Go some place ‘May de Lord forgive me!' he said where he won't find you. That would be again, as he watched the sergeant and

Private Gjertsen ride out of sight, down The suppliant stood for a moment the Cherry Valley road. "May de Lord silent, with hanging head. Then, with have mercy on my sinful soul! I cera sigh, he started down the path from tainly did think He done called all his the squire's door. Perhaps something old-time peoples home!'

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It was a Saturday afternoon — the whose front door a slatternly white woafternoon of pay-day. The gangs had man sat, while a little mulatto girl gathered in Cherry Valley, and the stood on the back porch. In some weekly trouble was already afoot. Men vague way the two suggested a guard. and women had been drinking heavily, “We'll try this place,' said Sergeant quarrels were progressing, ugly combi- Jacobs. ‘I'll take the front door, Gjertnations had formed. As the two troop- sen. You go to the rear.' ers rode down the street, a cloud of hos- Both officers asked the seeming sentile questions surrounded them. Who tries whether the negro named in the were they? Why had they come? warrant was within the house. Both

Their uniform was unknown here, received a defiant ‘No!' Then they entheir name and purpose were almost as tered, from their respective sides, and strange. But they looked like men

together made a thorough search of the claiming authority, and Cherry Valley ground floor. The search proved barin theory denied authority utterly. In The troopers mounted to the the concrete it had never seen it- second and only remaining floor. Here knew it not at all.

also their hunt revealed nothing, DisSergeant Jacobs glanced in at the appointed, they descended the stairs, windows of the company store as they and were about leaving the house, passed. The windows were filled with when an indefinable shade on the face lowering faces, among them some that of the white woman made them pause. were American and of the better sort. ‘Are you quite sure that this man is Said the sergeant to Trooper Gjert- not in the house?'

'Sure? Of course I'm sure!' the wo'I'll wager we have n't a friend in

man snapped back. the whole village - Americans, for- The sergeant looked her square in eigners, negroes, every one of them is the eye, long and steadily. 'I'll just go ready to fight.'

up and have another glance,' he began. They rode on a few yards farther, ‘ 'Can't you take a lady's word, then, coming to a house on whose porch a you coward, you — And she babbled stalwart negro lounged.

off, like a hot geyser, into a torrent of “As we're strangers everywhere, we

mud. may as well begin here,' remarked the And I'll bring him down with me in sergeant, dismounting.

a moment,' concluded the sergeant imThey tied their horses and entered. perturbably, his foot on the stair.

Within the thick squalor of the place “There's just this one place left, and some fifteen or twenty negroes were

he must be in it,' Sergeant Jacobs was playing poker and drinking. To the saying, a moment later. query of the sergeant they answered, He stood before the chimney-breast with surly scowls, that the man he in the rear chamber, gazing at the sought was not in that house.

chimney-hole. In point of size that Satisfying themselves that this was hole might conceivably have admitted probably true, the troopers proceeded the body of a man. But it was stuffed to another and yet other negro abodes, tight with old blankets and gunnystill with a like result. Everywhere the sacks, to keep the wind away, and the same surly quasi-insolence, the same blankets and gunny-sacks were gray hostile withholding of all information, with a season's dust. suggestions, or help.

*If he's in there, they've done it Finally they approached a house at well!' exclaimed Gjertsen. VOL. 121 - NO. 2

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