The Hutchinson News from Hutchinson, Kansas on July 2, 1923 · Page 5
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jvlONiMY, JULY 2, 1923. THE HUT GH I N SUN NE.W,S j John Solomon, oopyridhi ty H Bed£b«i~Jari©s SYNOP3IS. C1IAITKU I.—Allno IJOVLTKM awns Cypl-eiiuirt. a small plantation in the l.olilahinu hayoiiH. Hliti Iruvi'.M tlie nlan- nttenu'iit lt> John Phllbrlck, an old ro- tlilhor and faithful, but nol a good btlxInosH man, an Ah thu Manclui. >vlui 1H trying to hplp Allno, explains to VhP tnyatorlouB John Kolumon. Allne's uncle David Macmtv and bla son, Felix, unrtpr pretcnac of iuoklntt urtt'r lier in- tproBtB, plot to BPt control of tin: plantation. CIIAITKR II.—Ono of Ulflr »cll«me» la to (turn the hayou nnrt thna dry up bor rlro fli-ltls. Tlir-n thoy try to gal rid of Fhltbrlok. Aline mi^cuta llio Maeartya and con.suHa Jack Kortler, a young lawyer, who takra her caw;.—Ho finds n big fight on hta liamld, for tho Mat-art ya aro all tmWftrfvil. ThPy try to brlVki liim ofr. C'HAl'TKK IV— TIHMI thoy liavo him bPntpn up. but ho ts reacucd by John Solomon. CIIAl 'TKn V.—Tho Maeartya drop opon lmatllltlpH ^nd invite Kortlor and Allno to * go on tholr yacht, tin* WatoraprltP. to Inspect the plantation. Holornon haa »o- curr-it thp Job of otoward on tho yacht. l)'.foro tbey sail Allno irota a t*.'lc- f Tnin by rhllbrlck paylnK that ho la font; away for awhile and has loft the plantation In charge of Captain Wrrx- ldal ban OHAVTRR VI.—Solomon folia an ut- totnpt to Hteal Kwtter's papnia. An outlaw immcifl Orns Michel la hilled on tho yacht and^gBItnmpson, the mate, Is held for mu!'<]••* I derly through tho evidence of Kolnii^^p-wlio huer confesses to For- tler thue^ta Ulllecl tbu man. and BIVO* >'ortler the ljavergno pajierB, which 'rinmti'^ott hud ntolon from tho lawyer. tUIAl'TKK VII. —CaplaJn Writtluun takes chitiKi* of the plantation. Mather Hlmdy of oharaetnr. Jin la prompted to Pay Htniltflil by the effect upon him . of a nliotuKrauti of AUnc. CHAPTER VIII. Captain Wrexliam, .having mailo his decision, tUaplttyotl no further lioslta- tlon. Hi* tunioil from tho flroplacti, tvftlked over 1o tho case of decorations, und planted lilmsoir liofore It. "Ah!" lie observed, lilowhiK a cloud of Hinoltrt. "It's only fair to liavo u look at whnt I'm In charge of, oh?" He swung back the c; front the •wall, hold ft oandle 'closer, «ud inspected tho wall safe. A ehuclilo hrok.e from him. White teeth flushed through hia beard. "The nlrl raiftc .nl left her in oliaVrrc o' me, but 'thoughtfully forsol to tt-U mo the combination! Well, If that J '.afe ain 't thirty veara old. I'm a Kanaka." Still (lutckltuK. he leaned forward nnd tombed the knob, l-'or a little •while, lie tttood f.luiB, only bin finders jnrivii!>; iliftly . Then he si rnlRlttonort up tvubUpp; an though -well ploaaed •with lilmsolf. The safe door swung open lo hi;i hand. Decidedly, thla was -not Captain "Wrexham's first eneoutiter with a sate! The srenc -whioh followed /lung a singular lipht upon .'.he othtcal 'itn- puls« of this -waif -cast up by the sou: Another man would have been In thought of the oominK officers, and in itorvous v. aitinit'. hut nol AVroxham! The Hkippor alouded to tin' busiru In hand with 11 cool and unhurried enjoyment, an -air of relish, of keen satisfaction. Indeed, since he had looked Into the pictured oyew or Aline l.a- vergne and Jnade lils decision, there had come a new flaah inlo his eye, a :new resolution into his manner. StranKe, that a photograph should so sway the wind of such a man, even to altering his vory life course! Tho safo open, he la'ld hare the drawers within. One by one ho re : moved Uiem for his Inspection. If ho had oxpeeted treasure, ho found it— avot in money, -but in the jowels of <load women; glittering things, hoir- loonis or vanity and love. Into tho mian's fiw.o came a flercly predatory air. "fjord!" ho exclaimed throatily. "I've seen the illmo whon I'd have—" Ho did ,not .finish. Ho had drawn forth a packet of papors, hoarl-sacred documents* of tho fntulliy's past. Theao Iho opened und read, coolly and de- ,Ho Drew Out a Thick Package. liberty, quite Igiiorlafi tho obvious fact that ho* \va» vlolatiug tho first principles of a gentlorrum. la flvo mlnutea ho had iubflorlied from thoao papers a tremendous antount of Information about 11)0 Janilly. Tlioro waa HtUo olsa la. the aafo to repay bis exploration. Last of all, lie drew out a thick package, -wrapped, sealed heavily, and addressed to Aline Lavenjae. Aftor turning- it ovv ia big haat^&, (!aptain Wrexham calmly broke the seals and Inspected the contents. Ho found It to bo a book—rather an Oiftonlshlne; book, too. •Sitting down comfortably In the desk chair, Captain Wrexham puffed his cigar nllfiht and gavo his attention to tho volume in hand. Evidently, John Phllhiick liad had this hook .made. It was a thick book with blank leaves, bound In leather; upon the cover, stataved "In. gold, were the words; "Tho Book of Allue, Her Boauty—For llor Kyes Only—-by John Phllbrlck, Gent." "John PMlbrlck, Cont!" commented the akipper sardoulcalty. "A rum BO, I call It!" Ho opened the' volume, and Rained his first Information that John Phll­ brlck was a .poet. Upon the blank pages, Phllbrlck had laborously and beautifully Inscribed his own verses, moat of thorn tributes personal and delicate to tlie Ijlrl whom he hived. Wrexham glanced through the pages, reading a lino here and there. Then ho tossed tho hook carelessly back into Its place and sat in moody silence, his fingers ctffllug about hfs square brown hoard. "I've lived too long:, that's what's the troublo," ho said at last, with a algh . For a little ho was silent again, then he broke forth petulaSitly. "What'vo 1 got out of It all, now that I'm here? Not much. Lechery o' women in the high latitudes, and strength o' men in the low; well, I've hold up my ond with 'om all, oad and worse! Now I'm here "with somij money in my fist—and tho <ploture of a girl tellln' mo to be good. That's li— 1 for you! No h— 1 worse than that; lo see what you can't over have again, but might ha' had. once! "Don't know wheat's got into me, for a fact. Ittiim'in' true to form, 1 ought to load up this junk in the Nautilus an' go about my huslnesj somewhere down the Curribboan. Anyhow, I want to sight that girl in the flesh, just to satisfy myself that pictures He— just to have the pleasure o' saying, 'I told you so'.' They aren't made like her, I tell you! Not possible. And who'd think that old grayheard rascal was a poet, i >h? Only last night he was wild drunk. If I could got drunk, now, maybe it'd help some." He sat with his hei:d sunk, his beard brushing over his vlilto shirt, in an attitude of peasants', i e. gloom, of utter dejection. What pictures he behold in his mind's eye. what visions of past years, lost chances, sueerod-down virtues, were fur himself alone. Tho wonder was that a girl's picture had compelled this son-wastrel into such a mood. Yet, perhaps, that picture had only come at the right moment to cast its woight into a loug-wavei'ing balance. Who can tell about these things? Suddenly there was a sound. On the iiirtant Wrexliaju became a different man. A trampling of booted feet on the veranda -or "gallery," as is the southern term—and the man Va-s out of his chair in a flash. So Swift were his movements that they were almost incredible. Wllthin five seconds ho had closed the safe, awung and locked tho case of decorations before) It, and was on the other side of the room. He flung his dead cigar into the fire and took a fresh wood from tho box. Tho hall door opened. Uncle Nob appeared and said something in the patois. Wrexham did not understand. TUio old negro <*poke In Knglish. "Sheriff Swords Is heah, sun, an' : he—" "Ask tho gentlomen In," said Wrexham, cold as Ice. lie stood passive, waiting, alert. Tho two men -who entered tho room came to a dead halt at sight of Wrexham. Obviously the Bight of him a&toujaliod thorn. Tho .foremost, a hurley person who wore a bolstered revolver prominently displayed, was undoubtedly tho sheriff. "Well?" said Wrexham coolly. "Who are these gontlemen, Uncle Nob?' ' The old darkey rollod Ivia eyes. "Sheriff Swords, suh, an'—an'.MIsluh. Macarty." "Ah!" said Wroxham. "Glad to moot you, gentlomen. My name's Tom Wroxham, master and owner of tho Nautilus, anchored out yonder. How may I curve you?" "Whore's Phllbrlck?" demanded the sheriff, scowling a bit. "You rotor to Mr. Phllbrlck," drawled Wrexham. "lteckon I do." "Well, Mr .Phllbrlck had and news today." Wroxlwun sadly wagged bis beard. "It Booms that tlie owner of this place—a girl, ain't she?—la away •In Now Orleans or somewhere, and ho got word only today that sho wasn't expected to live after the accident—" "What's thia?" Macarty came forward with a cry. "What's this?" The skipper regarded lilm coolly. "I'm talkiu'," ho rejoined. "You seo, tho girl was run over by an uuto, and s?>e wunted to soe Mr. Phllbrlck most particular. So ho wont off to soe lior that's all," The ruse succeeded. Beth visitors were flung off balance lor the moment. "Aline—an accident,!" oxclaimed Felix Macarty. "See hore—wo happen to know what Phllbrlck was on tlie place this very afternoon!" Wrexliam grlnnod. "Well, sir, if It makes you ltappy to know it, I'm not tho man to object. Sit down, gentlemen! Have a" drink." Macarty watohod him with an angry flush rising In Ms face. There was no .denying that Felix was a handBomo young devil, like Ills father j there, was no onutloa in Us (act, lu>w«Y«r, Instead the face fall to aHoflO. «barp sophistication. It yr&B (touched with. ;cnielty. . r No woakness In It —none! A quick brnin flamed behind tho smoldering oySB. From thin lip* to levol brows It was the face of one who had fought | hard and cruelly. . Wrosham knew the type for a bad one, knew well that this type would not break or yield. "Has thpro been any accident?" said Macarty n'lowly. "For all I /know, thero might ha' boon," and Wrexham chuckled. Tho sheriff growled and drew forth a paper. "Hcro'o a warrant for Phllhrlck's wroet, chargo of murder," ho pro claimed. "I want him, and I mean to get him even It—" "Got him, by all moans!" caul the akirper. "I suppose you'll go to Now Orleans?" "None o' that!" snapped the badgered officer. "He's on this hero place, nnd If you're tryln' to hldo him—" Wrexham broke Into a hearty laugh. "Take hlra •with you by nil means! I don't know where ho Is this minute, and that's a fact." "I reckon I'll lust take you along, too." Tho eherlff's hflnd moved toward tho weapon at Ms bolt. "You prob'Iy know a good deal—" Wroxham stiffened a trifle. '.'You Just try it on!" lie said calmly, holding the cigar out in front of him. "You jtiftt try it on, that's all! I'll shoot two fingers off your hand before you can pull that gun, my man! If you want Phllbrlck, you can got hl;.n. If you want mo—why, you just try It on." Felix Macarty touched the arm of tho sheriff . "He careful," he said quietly: "This gentleman knows nothing. You'd better look for our man, though I'm afraid lie's slipped us." "That's sensible," put in Wroxham. "Oh, Uncle Neb I The sheriff wants to arrest Mr. Phllbrlck. Show him to where Mr. Phllbrlck is, and lot him do •his arresting. Look over the place, sheriff—she '3 all yours." SmotherlnK an oath, the sheriff turnod and loft the room. Felix Macarty hud not moved his gaze from tho face of Wroxham. Now ho came forward to tho tablo, look n cigar from tho box, lighted It. Ho was aH cool as Wrexham lilmsolf. "Pretty Bchooner ot youra, cap'ai," he Baad. "Truo onough." Wrexham appeared mollflod by this opening. "Sit down?" Macarty nodded and dropped into a chair. Wrexham followed «ult, and lighted his own cigar. "Fast, isn't sho?" asked Macarty. "She has lines, that craft." "Fast? You ought to seo her with a good following wM, not too stiff!" said tho skipper with onthusia&in. "Let her out wlug-and-wlng, and I'll guarantee she'll walk over anything in tht. trades! Why, I remember once down In tho Paumolua. thero was a. French gunboat poking around aftor us, one of those old tin pots that can do ten knots at a pinch! "Woll, sir, sho pops out around the point of an island, not ten miles away. We turned tall, I can toll you! She put two shots over us and two more In tho wator. Hy that time the old girl was walltin' asray from her with 'the sails wot down nnd bono In hor teeth — and won went on walkln', that's afl! She'll do her fifteen if all 's right." Muoarty noddod at this confidence. He fell to staring Into tho fire embers. "Remarkablo craft," he said after a bit. "By the way, I don't suppose "Very good. Since Phllbrlck Is rKmn. I'll move in here t.ntil nha roturnn from Now Orleans. Tho place should ho taken care of." Wrexham chuckled in his board. "What about me?" ho said dryly. "You?" surprise llgU'tortod In. the. oyos of Macarty. "Why you-" "Plillbrlck put tho pteco In my care," oxpla'.nod Wroxham ploasantly. "Logal onough, I guess. Anyhow I'm hero." Macarty was silent for a long moment; theso words, pleasantly spoken, yet held a very si rung significance. Captain Wrexham smoked and stared at the fire, Ignoring tlin dark gaze mm was fastened upon him. 1 "Seo hore!" said Macarty suddenly, a Btlr of nnger in his tone. "What's your game?" Wroxham looked at him reflectively. "Well, to tell tho truth, I don't know I Wish I did. I might load tho schooner wlt-h some of the pickings around hore, and go away. I'vo boon fhinkln' of It, for a fact." "What's your price?" queried Macarty bluntly. Wroxham glanced up, met tho Bmolderlng eyes, hold them with a levol look. "Did you ever see a man ptayln' straight because ho was tired o' mak- ln' crookod monoy?" This ohllquo answer held Felix Macarty thoughtful for a moment. It was hard for him to understand the skipper. Gradually he had sensed antagonism here-- a stone wall, hidden, yet powerful, through which ho could find no oponlng. Macarty rose and shook his cigar ( ashes into&the fire. As be did so, ho: askod a question— asked it with elaborate carolessness. "Bvor hoar ot the Gemini? Or the Sea-moon?" "Eh?" Wrexham frowned. "You mean a lunar rainbow? I've seen 'om j often, off Now Caledonia." | Another silence. Wrexham studied, [ that question in his mind—ho could i not fathom It. Felix Macarty smiled j thinly, and rose to his feet. j "I suppose, If you're in change hero, ! that jou know the situation? Phil- i brick tola you nlxnjt tho dam and all?" Wroxham rose also ^nd assented. "Plillbrlck explained all that. Why?" Macarty took a folded paper from his pocket and laid it on the tablo. "There's legal warning that you must install pumps or otherwise contrive to irrigate this plantation at \ once. Othorwlso, the rice crop will be 1 lost'. j "Oh!" said Wrexham. "D'yoti mean i —'the dam's finished?" "Yes. The water goes down tomorrow. The rice will need water for another Tiiont'li at least—and It's up tp you. You understand?" Wrexham nodded carelessly. "V'es. AU right. I'll attend to It." Macnrty chuckled at. this. It was clear that the seaman knew little of a plantation. "You'd better think the matter over —-i ny offer, I mean. It we can 't work ; together, you and 1, we'll have i trouble." "Squarely put." Wrexham met his gaze. We'll see about it" "Vory well. I hear the sheriff returning—good night." "Glad lo'vo met you," said Wrexham. He stayed whore he was, while Uncle Nob escorted the visitors back to tho lauding and wharf. Then the skipper sank into a chair and lam '.hed Koltly. Ho glanced ul the girl'a picture on tho wide mantel. "That young dovll Is a tough un!" he confided. "No mistake, neither! I Got a head on him; cool as you please ; all the while. Figured me for what 11 am, jtiMI. about. Only he didn't figure on a girl's picture makin' a fool of me." He was silent again, ruminative, now and then indulging in a soft chuckle, as though he perceived Bomo inward fact to amuse him. "Troublo with old graybeard,' 1 ' he said presently, thlnkiug now of Philbrick, "was that ho was too logal- mludert. All his lire afraid to run off to sea; reg'lar poet, ho was! Clyi'llzed! JUST TWO DAYS! MONDAY and TUESDAY. -^sCOjOL AS A*"MCUNTATN CAVERN? \ It Wouldn't Be Fair to tell you tho story—but if you've rend the Saturday Evening Post story by ^George Kibbo Turner you know how absorbing this picture is. Beauty and the Auction Block When beatify goes to the- auctioneer, love is crushed under the hammer—for wealth can buy anything but the love—anaVlove bears a price tag that c.ily one can read- Macarty Was Studying This Man. you'd cousldor a chariot', at high tonus?" "Wight," said Wrexham. "High ternva, high risks—oh? It all depends." Mauaity ghuiceu at the door; H was closed. Ho shifted a little in hiB chair so that ho could bettor sludy tho faoo of Wroxhaan. "I know, a man who could use such a craft," ho said. "A Chluamau, aiamod Ah Loo." • Wromham noddod knowingly, and fingered hia board. "Hoard of him from 1'liilbrick—ho'a makin' arrack and loadlu' the black folk inlo h— 1, ain't ho? Well, I don't mind sayln'^that I've carried liquor boforo this. So he'd glvo mo « good charter! A partner or yours?" "Ot mine?" Follx Macarty smiled thinly. "My dear cap'n, I have no partners. Neither has Ah Leo. have, however, ttirnod over occasional deals to him, and bo's a man of hla word^ I don't doubt that ho'd malw I tho charlor to your advantage. What /he deals In, 1 cauH. say. It m and say. It might bo it might bo other rico liquor, things." "I «oo!" aald Wrexham sagely. "A touch of hop, eh? All tho bettor." Thero was a little sllenco. Macarty was studying this imun, BO ready to break the law. Presently Jio spoke again. "So old Philbrlck got a hint and skipped out, eh? Let him go—ho can 't d.o much hurt from tho brakea. Por- hapB you know that my cousin owns this place?" "Heard something about it." said CAMEO COMEDY— "Tea N Tea" AND "A Trip Through Filmland" Interesting and Unusual. PATHE NEWS (Oonl'iiuiod on Page Six.) MIDLAND "White Shoulders" —with— KATHERINE MacDONALD BRYANT WASHBURN RICHARD HEADRICK Schedule Feature. 1:16, 3:1B, 5:1G, 7:15, 9:15 1:40, 3:45, 5:43, 7:45, 9:45 USUAL PRICES Matinee—10c-25c; Evening—-10t-33c. AUTO SMASH BRINGS REAL ROMANCE IN "WHITE SHOULDERS" comes to an open bridge which yawnii before ithean in 'tho darkness. After the crash, Virginia find that her escort hao been injured, 'though not seriously. Then it ia 'that each finds new confidence. In tho othor and whon he ^vropoaes she -can only aay "yes." In addition to Mis3 Macl>ona-l<i and Mr, 'Washburn tho oast of well known playerfi lneludea dlia-by Richard Jlead- rlok, Lillian ljawren-co, Nigel Barrio, Charles K. French, James O. Barrowa, Prod 'MaleteSita, Lincoln Stoadman and William 'DuVauil. Tom Form an, who also plays in tho picture, -directed 'the iproduotion from tho Saturday Evening Post aerial story by <-!eorge Klbbo Turner. While auto a-ocldenit is usually a torrifying happening with its cra."fli of steel <vrod human forms hurled t'brouRlh itiho air, it may also prove to be a blessing In dlsg-uiso for in mo- n:an:ts like this nil minor doubts aro forgotten ami tlie truth comes to tho faro with the happiness of tho Hur- vivors at finding that thoy are still alive. j Such 1s the oase in ono of tho most excibin'e scenes in "\VTilto Shoulder!!," at the 'Midland Theatre. When tho reckless Colo Ilawklna. played by Bryant Waaltburn, asks Virginia FlUmui, played by Katharine MiacDonakl <*> accompany him on on auto rldo i>y night, ho docs so in groat stesa of emotion and bocauee ho ifeelu that ho must have a talk with hor to cdoar away tho ' dlf f ioul- t,lss that beset their lovo. But tho rldo la fruitless tiH tiho racing oar "Farewell Blue*" There'* a full floor and everybody smiling when this lively fox. trot ie played. For the last trickle of syncopated ecstasy, get the Columbia Record of It played by Tlie Georgians. "Snake's Hips" on the other Bide will grip you like a boa-constrictor. At Columbia Dealers A-3864 75c "All That tho Name Implies. DE LUXE Matineo 10c—Night 10c and 200. Tell It To The World- Here's two pictures ihbt for exceptional heart interest, magnitude of production, all star cast and powerful story, have never been surpassed. STARTING MONDAY— —See Them Bolh Crape ovksM Cestfaar PROGRAM CHANGED DAILY You know lt'» gonna be good. That's why you go to the Iris. WILLIAM DESMOND —IN— "The Phantom Fortune" Chaptw 4. REOINALO DENNY III "THE LSATHKR PUSHER*" itoui^d 6. "TOONERVILLS TOPICS" Comedy with Pun, Mason. Evening 10c Matin**) 5e—1©« TOMORROW FRANKLYN FARNUM —IN— "GUN SHY" A w-vitern comedy drama. th»t fairly pops with thrills and ax- citoment. "ONE STORMY KNIQHT" Comedy. I MEET ME AT THE IRIS This is Mr. Barker's biggest picture I And the man v/ho made "The Storm" and "The Old Nest" makes only big ones! LOUIS' B.MAVE}\ /vv*.-//*,. •'- dydioti of '. Harold Lloyd Comedy—Ben Turpin Comedy STARTING THURSDAY- The story that startled Ampincsi/- Rupert Httghe: tiering (Urdu** ol- temptation*? r OP> YOU MUST SEE IT! In answering' advertisements Please mention The New*-

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