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■ f mmm | J- ^ • 4. THURSDAY, MARCH 10, 1927 t ir ' WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE: Frank Beeson, from Albany. N. Y., reaches Benton, Wyoming, then—1868 —ivestern terminus of the Pacific rail road. He had been ordered by physi cians to seek a climate “high and dry.” He is robbed of most of his money in his hotel and lases his last twenty dollars at monte in “The Big Tent,” a dance hall and gambling resort in the “roaring” town oJ Benton. wonderfully e’er I was half through the course. “You are from the East stranger?” he inquired. “Yes, sir. yesterday.” “A Sodom,” he growled harshly. “A tented sepulchre. And it will perish. I tell you, you do well to leave it, you do well to yoke yourself with the ap pointed of* this earth, rather than stay Edna Montoyo, compaion of a gam- j in that sin-pit o fthe eternally dam- yu - THE CLINTON CHRONIC* K CLINTON. P r. The question held a note of alarm. I am^dnly an enffployee, here, ma dam,” I faltered. “If I had an outfit of my own I certainly would hlep you.” She flushed painfully; she did not felance at me direct again, but her un spoken thanks enfolded me. - The large form of Captain Adams came striding. “What’s wthis?” he demanded harsh ly. “An ungodly woman? Get you gone, Delilah!” “I am going, sir,” she replied. “I ask nothing from you or these—gen- ! tlemen.” Them’s the two she’s after, paw; 'Jenks an’ that greenie,” Daniel bawl- led. “Ain’t she purty ,though! She’s 'dressed in britches.” j “Get you gone,” Captain Adams J thundered. “And these your para mours with you. No brazen hussy in men’s garments shall travel with this train to Zion—no, not a mile of the NOTICE PAVING ASSESSMENT bier, is believed by Frank to havejea- joled him purposely into the game. Broke, disconsolate over his discovery that “the lady of the blue eyes,” as he calls her, is what she is, and finally humiliated over his glaring “green- ness,” Frank repulses Edna when she begs him to go away with her, sob- bingly telling him that she had made a mistake in lettin ghim lose his mon ey. He goes to take a job with George Jenks,’ a teamster, in a wagon train about to leave for Salt Lake City. “I’ll have to take my chances on that, too!” “eW don’t think much o’ Gentiles, I arrived in Benton only 1 yonder. We don’t want ’eip, nohaow. They’de all better git aout. The Saints settled that country an’ it’s oum.” “If-you’re a sample, you’re welcome to live there,” I retorted. “I think I’d prefer some place else.” “Haow?” he bleated. “Thar ain’t no place as good. All the rest the world has sold itself to the devil.” We remained in silence for a mo ment while he waited, provocative. “Say, Mister,” he blurted suddenly, “kin yu shoot?” “I jiresume I could if I -had to. Why?” CHAPTER VII * WESTWARD HO! My new boots were burning, my thigh was chafed raw from the sway ing Colt, and my face and throat were parched with the dust, when I arrived at the encampment of Jenks’ train. Some doizen white-topped wagons were standing grouped in a circle and figures v^eer busily moving among them, nad the thin blue smoke of their fires was a welcoming signal. I marked women and children. The whole prospect—they the breakfast smoke, the grazing animals, the stout vehicles, a line of washed clothing— was homey. Jenks himself came out to meet me. “Hooray! Here you are,” he said. “You fetched all your outfit?” “What you see,” I confessed. “They stripped me clean.” “Wall, all you need is a blanket. You can pay for it out of your wages or turn it in at the end of the trip.” He conducted me oh, along the groups and fires and bedding outside the wagon circle, and halted where a heavy man, of face smooth-shaven, ex cept chin, sat upon a wagon-tongue, whittling a stick. “Shake hands with Cap’n Hyrum Adames, Frank. He’s the boss of the train.” Captain Adams offered a thick hand which proved singularly soft and flat ulent under the callouses. “Glad to meet you, stranger,” he acknowledged. “ Breakfasted ? ” “Not yet, sir. I was anxious to reach the train.” “Nobody goes hungry from the Adams’ wagon, stranger,” Captain Adams observed. He slightly raised his voice, peremptory. “Rachael! Fetch our guest some breakfast.” There were two women in view, busied with domestic cares. One was elderly, as far as might be judged by her somewhat slatternly figure. ned.” ' *- -* “I agree with you, sir,” said I. “I did not find Benton to be a pleasant place. But I had not known, when I started from Omaha.” “Possibly ' not,” Adams assented. “ThedcvH is attentive; he si present in the stations, and he will ride in those Igi Idedapa vans idT e.E racea those gilded palaces even to the Jor don, but he shall not cross. In the name of the Lord we shall face him. What good there shall come, shall abide; but the evil shall wither. Not,” he added, “that we stand against the railroad. It is needed, and we have petitioned without being heard. We are strong but isolated, we have goods to sell, and the word of Brigham Young has gone forth that a railroad we must have. Against the harpies, the gamblers and all the Gentile vani ties we will stand upon our own feet by the help of Almighty God.” At this juncture, a tall double-joint way. The second installment on this-as- 1 ' sessment for street improvements on Sloah, Centennial, Musgrove, Acade my, Woodrow, Pitts, North Broad and West Main streets, will be due on or before March 24, 1927. The amount falling due on the above date is ten (10%) per cent of the original assess ment, plus interest for one year on all deferred installments of the assess ment. If not paid on or before March, 24th, 1927, a penalty of fifteen (15%) • per cent of the amount due will be added. Property owners may pay one or more installments at time stated above. MARY C. HOLLAND, Clerk & Treas., 3-17-3tc Town of Clinton, S. C. (To be continued next week.) SINGERS TO MEET The South Laurens Singing conven tion will meet at Mountville Presby terian church Sunday afternoon at 2 o’clock. All singers and the pub lic are cordially invited to meet with us. H. Y. Abrams. PAGE SEVEN STREET TAX NOTICE Street Taxes for the Town of Clinton are due aqd payable on or before the 15th of March. * All able-bodied male citizens between 18 and 50 years pf age are sub ject to street tax. Tax $3.00. After Mar. 15th, $4.00. -- •. •' * f im •JjK MARY C. HOLLAND, Town Clerk. “Rats affect a larger percentage of the population than any other pest in existence. Infest] ng_altnostthe-enti re- world .they carry on unceasingly their work of destruction, and transmitting “Because I’m the dangest best shot j disease.” This statement is made in U. S. Department of Agriculture Farmer’s Bulletin 1302. All govern ments recognize'the necessity of con- with a Colt’s in this hyar train. Any time yu want to try a little poppin’ ye let me know.” And with this, he left me, with the uneasy impression i tinuous battle against rats and mice. that he and I were due to measure strength in one way or another. About - three o’clock with whips cracking, the Captain Adam? wagon From the Mellon Institute of Indus trial Research comes the welcome news of the development of the most powerful and effective rat poison dis- for in the lead (two pink sunbonnets up- i CO vered up to this time. It is now f on the seat), the valorous Daniel’s j sa i e un d e r the name Rat-Tox. It is novrf \\7£k loil q Lrinop nnri c\mraxrincr i. 1 1a. i * * next, we toiled creaking and swaying, tasty bait and powerful po*son com- up the Benton road, amidst the eddies! bined. In tests rats have eaten Rat-, of hot, s nidlcgaduz ornroi dsl- ‘t.m , Tox in preference to cheese, bread and ; of hot, scalding dust. j ordinary foods. A nibble kills a rat. It was a mixed train ,of Gentile ‘ Get Rat-Tox from your retailer, mules and the more numerous Mormon 1 oxen; therefore not strictly a ‘bull” ed youth of about my age, carrying train, but by pace designated as such. Trudging manfully at the left fore wheel behind Mr. Jenks’ four span of mules I played the teamster—although sooth to say there was little of play in the job, on that road, at that time of the day. At sundown, having eaten our sup pers, we were sitting by our fires, smoking and talking, when, as a con struction train of box cars clanked by on the railroad I chanced to note o figure spring out asprawl, alight with a whiffle to sand, and staggering up hasten for us. First it accosted the hulk Daniel. an ox goad in his hand, strolled to us as if attracted by the harrangue. “My son, Daniel,” the captain in troduced. “This stranged travels to Zion with us, Daniel.” The youth had the grip of a vise, and seemed to enjoy emphasizing it while cunningly watching my face. “Howdy," he drawled. I left soon to join Jenks’ wagon and as I passed Rachael, she glanced quickly pu. I caught her eyes with a blush. She was indeed wholesome if not absolutely pretty. “all, those Mormons are good pro viders,” Jenks commented. “They’ll 11 saw him lean from his saddle; then share with you whatever they have, for no pay, but if you rub ’em the wrong way or go to dickerin’ with ’em they’re closer’n the hide on a cold mule. You didn’t make sheep’s eyes at any of the women?" “However, I could not help but see that the Captain’s daughter is pleas ing t olook upon.” “How? His daughter?” “Miss Rachael.” “Whoa, man! ! She’s his wife and not for Gentiles. They’re both his wives; whether he has more in Utah I don’t know. But you’d best let her alone. She’s been j’ined to him.” This took me all aback. He was twice her age, apparently. “And Daniel, his son—is he mar- ried?” ^ “That whelp? No, he ain’t mar ried, yet. But he will be, soon as he takes his pick ’cordin’ to law nad gos- The other promptly ladled food from {pel among them people. You bet you; CHICKS Healthy, Strong, Purebred COTTON did not pay but CHICKS will. Get our catalog. 3000 chicks a week. Clinton Hatchery Clinton, S. C. An Announcement Since we have partitioned off and rent ed the front end of our store, please call telephone 335 or come to the hack door and save money on your purchases. Easy terms. Cooper Furniture Co Telephone 335 a kettle to a platter, poured a tin 1 he’ll be married plenty.” cupful of coffee from the pot, and bore them to me; her eyes down, shy ly handed them to me. 1 thanked her but was hot presented. To the Captain’s “That will, do, Ra chael,” she turned dutifully away, not so soon, however, but that. I had seen a fresh young face within the bonnet confines—a round rosy face according wlel with the buxom curves of her as she again bent over her wash-board. “Our fare is that of the tents of Abraham, stranger” spoke The Cap tain. “Such as it is, you are welcome to. e are a plain people who walk in the way of the Lord, fpr that is commanded.” * “I a^k nothipg better sir” I ans wered. The pork and beans and the black unsweetened coffee evidently were what I needed, for I began to mend Later in the day as I sat resting upon a convenient wagon-tongue Dan iel hulked to me. “You know me?" he asked. “Your names is Daniel, isn’t it?” “No, ’taint. It’s Bonnie Bravo on the trail.” “All right, sir,” said I.- “Which ever you prefer.” “I ’laow you aim to go through with this Irani to Salt Lake, do you?.” “That’s the engagement I’ve made with Mr. Jenks.”' fit’s four hundred miles, an’ twen ty miles at a stretch, withaout water. Most the water’s pizen, too, from hyar to me mountings.” “I’ll have to drink what the rest j he rode in, bawling like a calf: “Paw! Paw! Hey, yeou-all! Thar’s a woman yonder in britches an’ she ’laows to come on. She’s lookin’ for Mister Jenks.” In a storm of rude raillery—“That’s a boss on you, George!” “Didn’t know you owned one o’ them critters, George”, “Does she wear the britches, George?” and so forth—my friend Jenks arose, peering, while the soli tary figure, braving our stares, came on to the fires. “Gawd almighty!” Mr. Jenks deliv ered. It was My Lady—formerly My La dy—clad in embroidered short Spanish jacket, lightish velvet pantaloons, booted to the knees, pulled down upon her yellow hair a black soft hat, and hanging from the just-revealed belt around her slender waist, a revolver trifle. She paused, small and alone, view ing us, her eyes very blue, her face very white. * “Is Mr. Jenks there?” she hailed clearly. “Damn’ if I ain’t,” he mumbled, glowering at me. “I wish to engage passage to Salt Lake” she said. “We haven’t no place for a woman, ma’am,” Jenks demurred. “There are other women in the train, Edna insisted. “Where’s Pedro ? Wheye’s Mon toyo?” asked Jenks. Her eyes blazed. “He? That snake? I shot him!” “What! You! Killed him?” Excla mations broke from the bystanders. “No I didn’t have to! ! But when Washington D. G. Shirts at $1.00 and Finck’s De troit Overalls at $1.95— the best work clothes in the world. L. B. DILLARD W annamaker-Cle veland Big Boll Pedigreed Seed, direct from W. W. Wan- namaker, originator, $1.10 per bushel. CLINTON COTTON OIL CO. drink, I suppose.” • j he tried to abuse me, I defended my- “I ’laow the Injuns are like to get-self. Wasn’t that right, gentlemen?” us. 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