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THURSDAY, AUGUST 4, 1927 THE C CHRONICLE, CLINTON, S. C. -r i EDAR, MitKael J. * Phillips ■*» lllu-stru-tiont by H«nty Jtyr L«« Copyright MIcKmI V. Phillip* (t«l«a*«d thru. Puktotial\*r* AutaouMXmr Sarv-Lo* for a considerable distance. He push- ed the bottle into it as far as he could reach, and went home to dinner. The devil of restlessness and home sickness was not exercised by the tempting meal which Patsy Jane had prepared. The warm kitchen fire aria the cracking pine knots and splintaptf jin the fireplace could not banish the NEW FORD CAR IS TAKING MILLIONS / Detroit Manufacturer Spending Stag- gering Sums On New Equipment To Make Changed Cars. New York, July 25.—A quiet revolu- clammy dew which the rain drumming ,n ' na ; c, ‘ i ,ne equipment rtn the urinHnnmnna BAomort rtiotil in lOUS 01 dollars is Under plant equipment in the history of American indusrty. . Meanwhile the plants are down to minimum, and the cost to Henry Ford, who many believe is about to open a new automobile era as significant as the one that was inaugurated by Mo del T, is reported to be tremendous. A person formerly associated with LEADING CHARACTERS: Edison Forbes, a young resident of “Bet it was made by deer,” said Ed- ^cotdale, goes on a little joy ride with die. “Gee, you get a fine view up another young fellow. Some liqpor ip here!” consumed. They are stopped suddenly by the sigh of a booze truck driven by Scoots Libbey, a worthless character, who has smashed his machine into another car, killing its lone occupant, a woman. ^ Forbes' companion and Libbey quit 7 'est grade which surmounted the knoll, gravely. “We’ve got about sixty,” he went on, with a rueful smile. This car is worth mighty little. All of our be longings wouldn’t bring much.” “The land itself, Eddie. Couldn’t we sell part of it and pay off the tax- Bare spots were visible on the top of the knoll. The sod had been scraped away, and the sub-surface was crys- taline and white as snow. He broke) es off some of the crystals With his h4 and tasted cautiously. It was Sure,” he said, “this is a deerlic the scene hurriedly, leaving the former ( The deer love salt, just like cattle, alone to face a constable who reasons' They’ll travel miles to get it. Ought that Eddie, with the scent of whiskey | to be some hunting here in the season, about him, must be connected in some J though of course it’s pretty dose to way with the accident. Accordingly fhe "house.” Forbes is arrested. Forbes is brought to trial and con victed on circumstantial evidence. He is sentenced to a term in the state penitentiary. Upon arrival there the warden informs him that the gover nor wishes to see him Thety looked for miles over undu lating stretches of wilderness. It was as though they were standing in the bottom of a great cup, for on every horizon, soft hills rose, green when not too far away, purple with added distance. The stream with its thicker - - - _ . j instance, a ne stieam w alu its tuicaei The governor proved to be^ a friend ve g e titi orit was a slender green slash cf Forbes’ father, who viewed the evl_ . w hich ran into the picture from the dence of the trial from a distance, 1 f ftr nor ftj arM j disappeared in the without local sentiment, and comes to the conclusion that there is truth in, p atsy Jane Highed with satisfaction. Forbes’ story of innocence, and accord ingly pardons him. Patsy Jane, Eddie’s pretty^ wife, agrees that public sentiment runs too high against him. Accordingly instead “It’s wonderful} up here, Eddie,” she breathed. ^So still, so peaceful, so un* spoiled. Lpt’s stay forever!” He put an arm around her. “All right,” he agreed. “Only we can’t live of staying in Scottdale, they migrate on g reen grass an d scenery. I’ll have up north to some land that has been in fj n( j something to do, you know, to the family for years. Settled in their help out the trout we catch » log cabin, Issaiah Sealman, a “Oh, you will,” returned his wife, bor, pays the Forbes a visit and inti- optimistically. “Why, Mr. Sealman mates that ther^ are some back taxes ^ ag offered you a job already.” for the young couple to pay. Sealman j « uh . huh » he grunted. “And I may offers to give Eddie a job after he Though I’m not crazy about goes down to Long Portage,^ a neai y g ea i man> jj e » s SO rt of—well what you might call slick, Pat.” They resumed their inspection. They found that the road from Long Port age flanked the south line of Seal- man’s place, cut through their own property near the center, and crossed town, and learns about the taxes. CHAPTER VII BAD NEWS Eddie looked after him with wrink- ^ _ brows when Sealman struck off to j no t f ar from their front the northwest. '“Wonder what he means about taxes, Pat?” he mused. “They can’t be so much, can they— who’d have the nerve to tax this , door. The high banks were notched at this point so the road might de scend to water level. There was no bridge. “Must be other settlers be- — V I onage. musi oe omer seiuers oe- stuff?” He pointed out to the rolling 1 ?om} « surm i s<?d Eddie. “Late Huron, acres that flowed up to their door } sn ^ a great many miles away over to: K er |erous, from nearly every direction. It was eas t >> innocent of vegetation except sparse, j Another road came down from the laggard sweetfern and bracken, just nor th close to the water’s edge, join peeping through the thin, old stalks, stunted, scattered jack pine; and the crossing of the stream. “Looks occasional jagged shell of a long pine as though there were sorfle travel on of some size, blackened by repeated that, too,” he continued. “We seem to He shook his head. “It’s a dozen miles from town and the railroad, if it were worth much for farming pur poses, which it isn’t. There are some jackpines which would produce rail road ties and fenceposts, only they’d bankrupt you, getting them to mar ket. Some city sportsman might like it well enough to buy it as a summer home, or for the deer season. But he wouldn’t give you a great deal for the whole, thing, the house included.” “Oh, dear!” mourned Patsy Jane. “I don’t want to sell the whole thing. I want, I want it! I’m just crazy to live here!” “So am I, Pat. Well, maybe we can make the riffle. 1*11 get a job and we’ll pinch* and squeeze. That won’t be v6ry pleasant.” “I don’t care,” returned Pat, sturdi ly. “This place is worth sacrificing for.” A fine insistent rain was falling next morning when they awoke and there was a chill in the air which seemed to penetrate the marrow. The jackpine wilderness looked particular ly desolate and forbidding, as though ! it were sufficient unto itself in its in hospitality, and resented the human beings who attempted to live within it. Eddie had dragged several blackened logs into the woodshed the previous day, and after breakfast he attacked them with axe and bucksaw, until the pile of billets of stove-length grew to respectable proportions. Patsy Jane sang lightheartedly within the house as she arranged and re-arranged the scant furniture, and swept and scrubbed. But a reaction had set in with her husband. . He felt depressed and shivery. He was home sick for Scottdale, Scottdale the un- the narrow and unkind, which had convicted him even before the jury had. From a distance of some hundreds of miles the little town had on the windowpane seemed to distil in his heart. “Guess I’ll run over and see Seal- A . man,” he said, when the dishes had 'I"? 1 d,8 P atch to the New Yoirk, Times been washed and put away. “Want to 0< ** y * go along, Pat?” She looked out at the pelting rain and shook her head. “I’H put in a riot ous afternoon with those magazines we bought yesterday,” she told him. Waterproofed knd booted he step ped out the back door and cut through the fields toward Sealman’s. It was not unpleasant. The sand was drink ing up the rain as fast as it fell.. . The brown surface was firm and spongy. Exercise fought off the chill. . Sealman’s double log house was pre tentious. His barn, nearly as large, sheltered considerable stock. There were implements under a long shed, open along the front, which adjoined the barn. Almost from his own line fence Eddie could see that the soil was closer knit and heavier, because of an admixture of clay with the sand. It compared favorably with the lands of the rich agricultural belt of southern Michigan. (Continued next week.) tion in machine equipment costing mil- Mr Ford estimated today that the coat to the motor maker was approximately 51,000,000 a day. The figure, it should be noted, takes into consideration the fact that the plants are practically, at, a standstill, the fact of the loss to Mr. Ford of the way at the huge Ford plants at Highland Park and at Dearborn, says a special De- i It is one of those steps toward pro- w duction of that secret of secrets, the j interest return on his several hundred new Ford car, and it represents what'million dollars invested and the fact is probably the biggest replacement of 1 that Ford sales are marking time.. About your Health Thing* You Should Know o T MORE THAN A PERMANENT WAVE Do you realize the instructions we give you on caring for your permanent wave can be applied on all perma nents you may get in the future? Worth knowing, isn’t it? PHONE 14 FOR APPOINTMENT THORNTON’S LADIES’ STORE LAURENS, S. C. C. M. COPELAND, Waver in* the main east and west highway! ta . kc " «> d *ari"fr a "«i desirable qual- ities. He wanted to go back where he could s«b familiar faces, even though fires. “I don’jt know, Eddie, to town tomorrow and find out. Let’s drive have a comer on the main trails. This one must go north till it hits the lake. Reritember on the map how Huron cuts They slept soundly that night. The • j n gh ar piy just above us?” bedroom contained an iron bedstead, I (j r j ve village was swift stout and serviceable. Equipped with,and pleasant.' There were few grades, their camping bedroll, it served admir- j san( j s which later in the summer ably. After breakfast they went out would be powdery dry and hard to ne- for a survey of the quarter-section. | g 0 ti a tej was firm and damply brown. It was oblong, the longer dimensions j ma< j e an id ea i roadbed. The flivver from north to south. It had once been j shimmed about the myriad curves at fenced. But many of the posts werei a 8mar t p ace . missing now, and the barbed wire, J p orta ge county had recently invest- luin uin 01 uie sunaen ruau imu rusty and snarled, lay on the ground e( j j n a com bined courthouse, jail and Lonir Prairie hiehwav But there was .r trailed forlornly. The Und.loped office . building . ^ a „ ambitious^ of land Z afootTng they were, turned from him, cold with disapproval. He worked doggedly away, hoping that the mood would pass, while the rain drummed monotonously away on the leaky roof of the log woodshed. It was approaching noon when he heard the exhaust of a heavily-laden vehicle on the north and south road; and later, voices. When the voices persisted he went out to investigate. A big truck from the north had attempted to make the turn out of the sunken road into the from the north and west. It was bi sected by a brisk stream, Portage creek, which purled over stones, a nov elty in the jackpine country, where there is very little rock foundation. Willows grew thickly along the stream and there was an occasional strong hardwood. The banks of the stream were very steep and precipitous, capable of hold ing no more water than flowed be tween them, even in freshet time. Not far from the southwest comer of the property was a curious mound. It rose abruptly from the plain to a height of perhaps eighty feet. It was as large as a city block at the top, a rough oval in shape. The sides and top were clothed in a mat of thick, luxuriant old grass through which the new spears were shooting. It was interspersed with stoat trees and bushes. “That’s a queer thing/’ commented Eddie, when thfey had stopped to survey it. “Won der what it is—an Indian burying ground? There were lots of redskins around here in the old days.” “Would the Indians heap earth up so high?” queried Patsy Jane. “It might be a relic of the mound build- efs.” They followed a path which was fed by many branches, and which com pletely surrounded the mound. On the south side of the great heap of earth was a bare space, like a scar. The ex posed earth was vari-colored. There were streaks of yellowish-brown, of chalky white, and dark purple. These were accompanied and bisected by thinner, semi-transparent veins of a quartz-like substance that sparkled dully in the sunlight. He stepped clos er and sniffed. “Smell anything, Pat?” ' ' Her little nose was wrinkled per plexedly. “Yes; that earth smells— smells sour.” % k “That’s it,” he nodded. “Sour makes you think of the way salt should amelL” \ \ There was a trail following the easi- two-story building or red brick. The population was sparse, and one office housed three departments — clerk, treasurer and register of deeds. Peter Wimple held all titles and transacted all the business. He was a fat man who, in anticipation of summer had al ready donned a black alpaca coat. “The Forbes quarter-section?” he echoed tb Eddie’s question. “Oh, yes; that’s over east here, near Sealman’s. He waddled to a large, qanvas-jacket- ed book and made some figures, which he checked in a slimmer volume of red leather. “Your property’s had a couple of tax-plasters put on it,” he announced. “Certificates are held by Marcus Bow er of Chicago. Year of grace pretty near up. Want to pay now?” “No, v answered Eddie, apologetic ally. How much time have I?” “Oh, about five months—until the first of September. Then if you don’t pay up he takes title.” “How much do I owe, all together?” The fat man figured. “Eight hun dred and ninety-seven dollars and ninety-three cents. That’s everything that’s overdue, and the penalties he can collect. They’re heavy.” There was a moment of stunned si lence. “This Mr. Brower,” ventured Eddie. “Who is he and what’s his idea of bidding it in?” “Well, he’s a rich man. I think he wants to get a big block of stuff back there as a reserve for fish and game. I’m |iis agent for this county.. JYou can pay me the back-taxes when you get the money.” CHAPTER VIII THE OLD CURSE A soberness which was almost gloom encompassed the-little car as; for the present they drove homeward. They had gone several miles before Eddie broke the silence: “Eight hundred dollars, Pat! That’s a lot of money. from the pa footing near the creek and muck squashed treacherously under moisture. One of the rear wheels had sunk to the hub. The two hurley, hacd-faced men in short, waterprobfed coats; the tarpau lined truck, the bulge at the' hip of each of the truck attendants—all these were easily-read signs. This was a booze truck. Apparently the main line of entrance from Canada ran past his very door. “Want some help?” he asked, with a smile. They looked up suspiciously, but his friendliness disarmed them, and they accepted briefly his proffer. He welcomed the break in the day’s monotony. They cut a stout sapling for a lever; rolled a fire-blackened stub beneath the sunken hub for a ful crum; and paved the truck’s pathway to firm ground with bits of wood. Within a few minutes the truck, bark ing with deep exhausts, rolled out of the bog. . Once on a safe footing the driver brought the vehicle to a halt. The guard, who had been working with Ed die, went forward. After a little low- toned conversation with his compan ion, he thrust his hand under the seat and brought forth a bottle of liquor. “Much obliged, kid,” he said, gruff ly. “Have a little drink on us. And say: Just forget you saw us. Hey?” Eddie stood looking at the bottle in his hand. His first impulse was to smash it on a nearby rock. He raised his arm, in fact, to do so. Then he temporized. Of course, he wasn’t go ing to drink any of it. Though a nip on a bleak and dreary day like this would help. But he’d hide it. Maybe someone else would need a drink pret ty badly, sometime. His thoughts were not very clear, except that he would keep the liquor He went upstream a iokin which*to hide it. He found a nam*v opening under a rock which jutted oqt from the, hank of the stream., He short distance, looking^for a niche jn I know it,” agreed Pat^y Jane, thrust in hjs arm ; the hole went‘back / / • '' H by John Joseph Gaines, M. D. ACIDOSIS AND ALKALOSIS There is no valid reason against a man thinking for himself—his form ing conclusions when the evidence seems positive; and, I am now con vinced that, both of the above condi tions have their origin in deranged or unbalanced nervous systems. Physicians and laymen dread acido sis—a condtioin that kills sometimes, if not corrected. In such cases, the blood, normally alkaline, b&omes charged with acid—its nutritive pow er much impaired. The acid glands of the stomach, through nervous irrita bility, pour out their excretion almost constanrty. The patwnt suffers from burning stomach, “acid indigestion” j and ofttn pain, sharp in character. He is essentially neurotic, irritable, sour, sick all over. Often means to correct the nervous condition will cure the case. Alkalines are sutiable treatment. Such laxatives as sodium phosphate, magnesia, and even small doses of bromide are useful—but the nerves must be restored first, if a cure is brought about. The opposite state is—alkalosis. The i body becomes permeated with alka lines.- The kidney output takes onta strong, ammoniacal odor—an- alkaline cystitis often follows. The intake of acids by the patient, may have been inadequate for a long time. We see this in old patients, who insist on ham and eggs three times a day, with no vegetable “roughage.’’ They drink too little water; they are thin, wrinkled, do nut perspire. Chief complaint, un- ♦ accountable weakness; gasses in lower bowel; dull mentality, and so on. The remedy is, to f^Sfbre the acid balance. Give fruits and vegetables, slowly at first, increased as borne. Cut out all, cured meats and coffee, if taken ha-' bitually to excess. Outdoor life and | exercise. The go6d physician (if you j give him the chance) will not allow! extremes to develop, either way, in | acids or alkalines. Community Canning After this week the cannery will be open to the pub lic on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, starting with this Friday. We will can your Tomatoes, Beans, Beets, Corn, etc. PRICES: ' No. 3 Cans .r.. $1.20 per doz. No. 2 Cans 1 $ .85 per doz. W6 furnish cans, materials, labor, etc. Select smooth, firm, red-ripe tomatoes and have them in shallow containers. Have idling, tender beans strung and broken and packed in clean cotton sacks. We also buy your vegetables outright. * Phone to us for any additional information. Clinton Cannery Phone 213 J Next To Ice Plant ^ ^ * -—•♦ ■ m. i P ” Chiropractic— For Weakness QUESTION—“Is Chiropractic indicated in a case of general poor health where no porticular organ seems to be diseased ? Am not strong enough to do a day’s work. My friends tell me you can build up my strength.” ANSWER—The fact that you are not strong and unable to do a day’s work is in itself very good evidence that some where along the course of your spine are impinged nerves cutting off the free transmission of functional energy. In our daily practice we are dem onstrating that Chiropractic Adjustments, properly given, constitute the most systematic, practical, mechanical and scientific method of restoring health in physical weakness. Just such cases as your symp toms seem to indicate respond very readily to the proper Adjust ments. We urge you to have .your spine analyzed to disclose the real CAUSE of your weakness. Reliable, trustworthy advice will then be given you to help you solve your particular problem. We urge you to— Give Chiropractic a Trial \ Phone 65 JACK D. CLARK NEW TELEPHONE BUILDING i ' Clinton, S. C. Our 6th ISeries il CLINTON'S. & L. ASSN. Open Now Installment Stock (50c per Month per Share) Fully Paid Stock (G'/t Dividends Guaranteed) — See — * W. P. Jacobs, Sec.-Treas. BLACK FLAG Fly Powder 15c and 40c Powder Gun 10c SADLER-OWENS # . PHARMACY AT UNION STATION Phones 377 & 400 Phones 377 & 400 666 is a Prescription for Malaria, Chills &tid Fever,; Dengue or Bilious JFever. “It WHa the germs. “SEVEN POINTS” In the presentation of the new plan of the South Carolina Cotton Growers’ Cooperative Association, the explanation of the activities of the Association has been divided into seven points as follows: 1. Good Cotton Accurately Classed. 2. Adequate Market Information. 3. Efficient Office and Sales Machine. 4. Obtain Middleman’s Profits. 5. Spinner Cooperation. * # 6. Increasing Consumer Demand. 7. Profits for Members Only. Under each one of these seven points there is need for explana tions which will be given later. 4. Obtain Middleman’s Profits: With this kind of a set-up the Association is able to obtain for its members profits which formerly went to cotton merchants, inasmuch as there is no middleman between the Association and the mill. These profits amount to several dollars a bale and from now on need never to be given to any private cotton firm. , Profits for Members Only—Will You Participate? . South Carolina Cotton * Cooperative tion ■1 / V / . L<: l -...