Lubbock Avalanche Journal, July 1, 1928

Lubbock Avalanche Journal

July 01, 1928

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Lubbock Avalanche Journal (Newspaper) - July 1, 1928, Lubbock, Texas OUT! ■ •■.•fi a®«AN ORIQINAL MACFADDEN TRUE STORY I cmild meet woalUiy p«>iie and have A rliaitce m liie, I listened dumbly, without protest, dazed and bewildered. But finally, wlicn the sun had Sût over the new-made mound which covered tlie drarcat pcrsîori on earth to me, my mother, my heart went out to the man I loved. I called him on the phone. My voice, choking witli tfrars, sounded strange to me, 1 said ialteriOffiy. "Peter, I need you, Please come to me." niat vas all. But ho came. In hLs arms I sobbed, oat the tragic news that my brother was soiJ^g w take mc away that night. I had to leave my beautiful mountains, and «orst ol all, I had to leave him. "Billy Je.ni." Pete had replied re-gretiuUy, "I have nothing to olfer you now. DM would turn u.s out, and I've nrver saved anytlîin?;. I3at. I'll do my best frcm now on. I HAD been scorned by a man. My cheeks burned hot with shame as I turned from the telephone and stumbled blindly across the room. I, who had been one of the most popular debutantes in a large city, admired and sought after by a host of prominent men. I had met my Waterloo. And I knew I had made a fool of myself. The whole miserable affair had bejrun seven long years ago when I was just 17, with all tlx; world one bright dreatn lying in wait at ray feet. I had met him at a dance. He was terribly smitten and rushed me con.siderably. My life so far, when not at school,' Imd beèn chiefly occupied with horseback riding and camping. My daddy owned a ranch, snuggled far up in a little canyon in western Colorado. . One evening, talking to my dad, ■while grandfather and grandmother eat over by the ilre, as u.^ual, I had tried as best I could, to describe the ■wild specimen of manhood I had met the night before at the dance. I couldn't remember lilm definitely, only that he liad red hair. Dad eyed me dubiously. He was a tall, broad shouldered man with piercing gray eyes. Not like me, 1o«;atise I am small, slim, and very dark, almost Spani.sh In appearancc, like my mother. Bad on Names Now I watched him anxiously a-s he puzzled over my quesilon.s con-cernins my my»teriou.s admirer, I am very carele.ss about remembering names, so I couldn t place him. "MuJit have been Pete Marshall," Dad said, at last, frowning sllRhtly. "Let tl%at fellow alone, Billy Jean. His father and I are sworn enemies, and I want nothing to do with tine family." Accordlng to the rules of human nature, from that day on I liked Pete Marshall. We started a secret friendship, I met" him quite accidentally at the canyon's mouth one day when I was riding. After that I met him purposely. My liking for him Increased to admiration and gradually, before I knew it. changed to love, a new sensation for me. I never will forget'the first time he ever kissed me. I had been sitting perched up on a big r<»k, he standinrî at my feet, both of us looking out toward a glorioiw i^un-set. Finally when I roa' to slip down, he stood before me. "Hilly Jean," he said .vjfUy, ".vou arc beautiful. Won't, you kLs.-i me jiust once before you go?" I remember rny heart had beat frightfully fast. • I love you," I wlilspered brokenly; "nothuig else matters. I love you." Up to that time I am sure Pete Marshall didn't lovo any girl. He was a declared flirt. His father was sheriff of Elko county. They owned a big ranch twenty miles from our place. He, too, had been forbidden to see me. But today «verythlns was changed. I could tell by the tender, worsWping IwA in his eyes when I dared steal a Glance at him that I had won. Never to M«et We parted trembling and still a lit do dazed by the revelation of our love, eager for the following Wednesday when we were to meet vhere again., How liLtlc wc di-eamed then tïiat we would T^ever meet there &ga0ii My mother suddenly became very 111, and things looked dark indeed at our ranch. For many weeka Dad and I kept watch at a strlckcn bedside: My hr-other, who liad found a fortune too late to rescus mother irom a life of Hiard toil, çame back to stand by coid, with us. watch her suffer wliûâ thé shadow of death closed over her. Be talked to me much in those areadful moment« to spare, when ■we wotUd creep off together, to find & Uttl© cdmiort in oftter. He told me I was beautiful and must have a career. said ho would take m© away to hi* home city and give me wonderful clothes, make a homo for you, and when I ' i &aid th© words to him I had do. Ill send for you." spoîttm a few aûnutës before. -Yea, Stanchly, lor many months. I WTOte to Pete ardent messages oí my love. His letters grow le.is frequent, and finally my last remained tmanswered, ibrido Isept me from demanding a reason for his indifference. For five long, tiresome years I tried to forget. In my role as a society (lirl, 1 made my conquest«. Men flocked at my feet. My brother looked proudly on for a while, Uien became wildly irate when I refused two prominent men df the city. The pain In ray heart became unendurable. So one duy I packed a few clothes, wrote a ^hort note t« my brother and stole on tiptoe inU> his study to deliver it. His .smoking Jacket lay acro&i the back of a chair. My Last U ltcr 1 started to slip my letter Into a pocket when an envelope addrc.'ssc.'d in a familiar hand met my startled eyes. 1 drew It out and stared. It WM.my last letter to Pete, wriUea many montlis before. My brotlier: had forgotto to mail it! A sp>asm of Joy Boosesst'd me. I had bctm the oiVsnder, I had a right to go to him now where, before, it would have been absurd. I was going home. Three day.i later, tired, dlslieveled, bat »till elated. X stepped ,o£i the train at Pair View. I Intended to surprise myfaüier. so I took the stage, out tliat afternoon. Tlie stage driver, was a dear eld man of pioneer days, who had known our family fot ycars. , "I>énhr," I ttúesUoned my oíd friend eagerly, "do you ever see Dadi How is be?" Wftl, honey," Dftmy replled« shifting a chew of toijacco from m/á cheek to the other, "you'll itìid the old man changiod. FOlkS it tiear killed him, mother and you at the sarnie He stays always to himseU. J guess he ain't been out 01^ the canyon all winter, as anybody Icnows." "But,".-went ox\ the old sta^ driver, "yoUr dad's sure made a heap of money; dunuui if any of tii knows how. CatUo ain't wortl) nothin', but he's paid debts «gin* the old place till there ain't maticp' left, so I l^eered. "Old «herifí Marshall's been tip there twice. He's» w ' " ' m." Isatups-at him. "Wáíohtot mi" J replied* be- "t.«l that fellow al&ne, RUIy Jean. UjU faûter and t are tnrom en«itUk!«.*' none of my business," replied Denny cautiously. ' A shadow fell in the doorway, I turned swiftly to meet my fatlser. He .itared tmd paled as ti he ha^ seen a ghoftt. "Billy Jean." ha ni'whispered hoarsely. i'.'.s Billy Jean," X cried iKtifully/ • Vou &t>e I came back, Dati," • rv(» been waiting for yoii, Wlie ffir'nc. ' he rciHicd Ui tender twnea. "I'm so glad." How diiicrent Oils greeting was! That eveninff wc feat out on the httle iront jjorch and Uliwd until the bhadow» changed to purple, and darkness ¡stole over m. I'^naily he rose and jmced the IciigUi of the petrch. "Killy Jean." he said, as he Ijaltcd suddenly m frcnl of mc, arid I noticed a queer catch in his voice ar. he conllnui;d, "I pro«»i»e<l to meet a man down the canyon and talk ever iiomo business «jUj him tonight. I'd beUer {.adold up and f-rx Are you alraid to slay alone?" fUrange that I would have wijdicd lo .^tay alone that nlghi. but I did not care. X saw Dad cifi by tl\e corral gate. Standing there, I WAtted until th$ soux^ of his horse's hoofs died away, . ^ , Half an hour later I turned back to the house. But the pain in my heart bad subsided. Skirting the upper side yard, I mads my way through the darkness toward an oUl ledge of rock near by. A pojecting limb of fallen tree slopped me, and my foot slliiped Into a pile of br^ and loose dirt. StumWing, I fell heavily, and readiing up to steady myself, my hand encountered an iron ring fastened into a wooden door, now partly uncovered. Into a Cellar The doiar uncovered wfth some tugging.at tlie ir^m ring. X finally siM^ed in lifting it. , FalteriJigly, my heort In my mouth, X, descended and, at Ute bot^ torn, a great, cool room <iflnfi me, the «U» of on oo ' 113« most mMiceabl« ha4 neVeir seen of» befm but guesod .whft It wa* even JiWore I set the. jlamir <bwn. and ^gingerly pkS^d U|> a bottle standing on a barrel near by. With mach dif* flctiUy I removed tbe cdtk jUid sniffed. Ye», It was mo<m«b&» I understood now. wl^, aH, th6 money kiAd ^ome fromi wipa dad's' debts. % understood my tother'«everything my, heart jreftft (u Ifi failed, tttal his debt« rntsst be yaid and. lajtt of all. Utat he had the most desiraWe situntion in Uisi rmuitry for a cUil; which last is ft temptation to wiy ikìui. All Uiftse thmgs I igoiK-ed. Ko. this tra» the last straw. I was indeed dUstwtósed. Dad w»A a moociishimr. by the law. Pete haUsd me. After all. Hie was a cruci dealf Unerrtainty Numb with iJai» and uncertain wlift'- va» 10 do, 1 roiar iukI pickcd up my lamp. At that nu>-ment a low murmur came to tny aus and the faint crunch of a » foot tm gravel, aeane one was ap-proacMng Ute cave. With unusttal nee of mind, I blew out the p. and »tarted swUUy to the Ifu* stci» to creep out if I could, unnoticed. But X was i-xi late. Tm siiadows fcfj acroas tlie t^wmiag aiKi jiSopjKd. A«d, quit« distittcUy, X heard a votes: **What in-it said. X knew Uicn thai X was trapped. There was a long aiknce, "nvi Rh»dos,i rejatiained there moUoalesMÌ for a moment, then tjie form «Ì a man crepi to t})e opening and slid cat-like InsMe, My heart Jumped as I reeogniised that form. It HfM m father, In hk hand I glimpsed a heavy revdver. But more c<Httlng. X meiyad a second «hock that fro!» the smile on my lip«.,. Closely my iathcr was followed by anothai* man, ajso armed, xfis figure, so Càmiliar and dear to mc, hovered cIomj over the cellar step». It was Pet« Marshall. X didn't know it at tlutt miMinent, however, even when be stMtfKl toward me and atretcbed out hia hands and than drew bade. It ma Dad's voice, loud, ccnunstiding, startled us ba^ to reaUiies 'TiiU is no tbne to i^HeI" cried excitedly, "ycm mutt out of herel. Do you kiiffii had been aJone for neVera] years pm Itiis gonrows; tim Im4 «Uh ft i^strnm mmrnm «ye» my hands, Twoahota nuig mt xúutímttíiiy. Both men ú< •m» lantern «tee or the cellar,.«rayOifld.-taA^ » wí boi««* and má^- v ^., , ^P^i-jsed foe ft ttteouat, t irtkxx ^ mm. lipm mvf^ mm «m?i»ttKr.««m. r m-ìSm' ""■•s would mean if here?" He I raised my toward me, I tM«r, trouble, r tome. Ithwl A t»a f' uithe lant name txa jYou^djtydog. at the _____ ^iu^Wj ^fmmi 'rMmW mm fëè* mm i'isíííViiiíi ¡■iliM^^P ^^a.'fefi|iiji;ri;i Ifiiii- lìmi' ^u¿,nMin.iiii)Ñi ■-•'•ill..................■•„, ^ 'Í .1 . -.«¡ríe ;

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