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' 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-
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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.”
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“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.
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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.
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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-
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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
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