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He is soon pardoned, how ever, but back in 'Scottdale, he\ and Patsy Jane, his trusting wife, agree that public sentiment against him is too strong, so they migrate up north to some land that has been in the fam ily for years. While here they form the acquain tance of Isaiah Sealman, a shifty neighbor who is anxious to buy their land. Eddie learns that the back taxes amount to over eight hundred dollars but as he has five months to pay he decides to refuse Sealman’s offer of 11200 and try and get final title to his property—Sealman’s offer having led , him to think it very valuable. But things do not go very well. Eddie drinks heavily from some bootlegger’s potions, is forgiven by Patsy, but soon after falls in with the same gang, gets drunk, and wakes up in a freight car in Chicagor-many miles away. Strick en with remorse he returns to his cab in but finds his wife has left and in her place a ruffian, who orders him out. A fight ensues. to town to work.’ ing up of new tracts with a tractor; and, when the planting Vras done and before the need of cultivating, the re- ■ raoval of great pihe stumps. As Eddie worked his mind engaged in endless calculations. Even if he saved every^ent, sold the car and their household belongings, he could not, by several hundred dollars, raise enough money to pay the back taxes. But he had a vague idea that money could 'be raised elsewhere. Perhaps the gover nor, or Davenant, would advance it. 1 Anyway, he would not worry until worry was necessary, t He lived at the ranch, but spent ! Sundays at his own cabin. Usually he left Davenant’s early, so that he might have many hours at home. It was his Fltf AL SETTLEMENT Take notice that on the 20th day of September, 1927, I will render a filial account of my acts and doings as Ad ministrator of the estate of Rachel C. Young, deceased, .in the office of the Judge of Probate of Laurens county, at 11 o’clock, a. m., and on the same day will apply for a final discharge from my trust as Administi afor of said estate. Any person indebted to said estate is notified and required to make pay ment on or,before that date; and all persons having claims against said es tate will present them on or before said date duly proven or be forever barred. JACK H. YOUNG, Administrator. August 17, 1927—9-15-5tc ✓ % 666 building whcih served Lawyer Joseph first to seek Patsy in town He looked up. The eyes of his adver- Kinnane as an office. * ’every Sunday, but her pleadings and sary, from a face that was a smear, | Mr. Kinnane was in court. Patsy hig own pride changed that. She had were fixed upon him. Eddie laughed Jane was alone in the sunshiny main urfre( j h im to stay away, thus making grimly, drew a chair forward and sat room when he entered. The color left j t harder for both of them. So only down,* confronting the motor-trampJ her face and her hand flew to her | occasionally he went to Long Portage The rifle was across his knees# “Found throat when she saw his disfigure- ! f or d j nner w j t h patsy at the Kin- out who owns the house?” he asked, jment. “Eddie!” she breathed, “you’re nane ’ 8) returning to the wilderness in “Yes,” responded the man in a sub- jhurt!” But she kept the tall pine rail-' m id-afternoon. dued tone. “Ybu do. Can I have some ling between them and recoiled when: Qne Sunday late in May he was at water?” he attempted to take her in his arms, the'cabin unusually early. He was re- “Not much,” he replied, with a ru®* 1 placing a broken board in the floor ful smile at the repulse. “A tramp w hen he heard the ponderous throb- He truck “After we’ve talked. Who sent‘you* here?” “Nobody. I came along and found had our house and didn’t want to bin? of an automotive engine, if—” . leave. But I got him out, finally.” (looked out, curiously. A big t “You knew I .was coming back. Why She surveyed him anxiously. “Don't swung do wn from the north. It t swung down from the nortn. it made did you try to drive me out with a you want to hear about it—where 1’be turn in front of his door and went gun?” |been?” he went on, eager to justify | on toward Long Portage. Within half The man did not speak, “Well,”, himself, and restless under her grave, an bour there was another, and inside wen* on Eddie, “there’s a law against unsmiling eyes. U similar lapse, another, trespass. Guess I’ll turn you over to “Why, yes, Eddie.” “Must be a liquor ship is at the the sheriff.” | b>o he told her everything. He i an( ]ing,” hg thought, putting away his The motor-tramp looked up. “Don’t:blamed himself fully and made no ex-'tools. “Guess I’ll go up and see what do that, mister,” he pleaded. “I’ll go cuses, though his l?oyish, disarming s h e looks like.” away from here. I won’t bother you smile pleaded for him. “I know I’ve ( is a Prescription for Malaria, Chilis and Fever, Dengue or Bilious Fever. It kills the germs. Our “Slightly-Used” Belting Department will supply you with most any size from 1 inch in singles, doubles, and three-plies. Big Saving. Look Ahead. I Greenville Belting Co. TELEPHONE 2218 4 / ' GREENVILLE, S. C. . -% m 'vll Eddie considered. Nothing partic- Curiosity was not the only motive again, honest I won’t! Let me go!” (said this before,’ he concluded, “but going. He had not conquered the ,rtic-1 this time I mean it. I’m through, Pat. j cra vi n g for liauor. At times the ao- ular could be gained by sending the Never again. I m off booze for life. ■ petite swooped down like a tidal wave, fellow to the county jail. If he had; There’s nothing in it from any stand- utterly submerging him. Then he been hired to hold the cabin against its point. j clung to one anchor: The thought of rightful owner, he was merely acting j “Besides, the stuff is getting worse Patsy Jane. for some ohe else. He would not know ; and worse. It’s downright dangerous, j “You’ll lose her if you slip, ’ he that other’s motives. It was possible, j But it won’t catch me. I’ll never take ' warned himself. “You’ll lose her for- too, that he was telling the tnith; that ( another drink. So you just quit here| everi And what kind of a world would he was a wanderer who had stayed in and come on back home. I’m sure of a lit be without.her? She believes you CHAPTER XIII Patsy Declares Herself Their scuffling feet pushed the rife partially under a bunk. Neither dared stoop for it. They fought with their fists. A wave of savage blows on his face and body, but he did not feel their hurt. He was knocked down, and rose to grip the other man and hurl him against the walls. Another blow sent Eddie on his head and shoulders. The stranger, with a grimace of triumph, tried to leap up on him. A frantic foot-thrust stopped the motor-tramp. The boot-heel caught him fairly, so that blood flew frbm his smashed nose. It was soon after that the stranger stooped to the fireplace for a bludge on.* It was a sizable stick that had burned in two, leaving one piece more than a foot long in length and pyra midal in form. He caught it by the smaller end, as if by a handle. His face was contorted into the snarl of a maddened huskie-dog as he threw it wi,th.gll Ips might at Eddie’s head. Eddie dodged just in time. The mis- sie grazed his temple, struck the logs and rebounded in front of him so that it was almost under his feet. The throw left the stranger off balance. A h<.«ivy table stood against the wall at Eddie’s left hand. Hejerked it in front of him. With both hands on its near est edge and the full power of his 160 pounds behind it, he drove the table ahead of him along the flood. It caught the stranger across the thighs, jamming him against the wall. With a growl of triumph, Eddie seized him by the hair and dragged him face downward across the table. He held the table like a visa with one hand and his knee. He belabored the tramp with the other fist. But he could not get enough power behind the blows and the man’s struggles threatened to fred him. The bludgeon of pine was near. He swept it from the floor at the second attempt and swung it like a war club in a wide arc. It struck the man as Re straightened below the ear. He fell forward across the table again, out completely. Eddie backed until he possessed himself of the rifle. It was loaded, he! found. He straightened the uncon scious man, thrust the table aside, and permitted the other to slide to the floor. He sat huddled'against the logs by the fireplace. Rifle in hand, and with frequent glances at the blood stained figure, Eddie, looked about the cabin. All his belongings Rad not been thrown out. His suitcase under one of the bunks had not been disturbed. Nothing of Patsy Jane’s was to be found. She had taken the other bag and left the cabin before the usurper arrived. But it wasn’t like Pat to go without a word. She had left a mes sage. It .should be here, if the motor- tromp had not destroyed it. His glance turned to the fireplace. There were ashes and blackened embers, a crum bled newspaper, and, yes, partially under the back log, a little' ball of white paper. * He smoothed it out. It was in pen cil in Patsy’s firm, thoroughbred writ ing, the letters, pointed and well-shap ed. “They have just told me in Long Portage,” he read, “that you passed through town on a truck yesterday, drunk. So I cannot stay any longer. There is no use. You would ruin both our lives. I know you cap conquer Ithis habit if you wish. Show that yop care enough about me to do it. I am going the cabin before. “All right,” agreed Eddie, I’ll let you go. But you must get out of this coun try and stay out. First, olean up this place and put all my stuff back where you found it. If you try any funny- business—” His finger-nails clicked job on the Davenant ranch tmoorrow. CHAPTER XIV can beat the booze. Show her she’s right. She’s worth fighting for. You’re the luckiest man in the world that she loves you enough to give you a chance.” He had beaten the wave so far, be cause there was no liquor available A New Job “Poor kid,” he railed on, for her at titude nor her expression had not significantly on the stock of the rifle. * changed, “it must have been tough, | when the appetite rolled the highest. The man rose unsteadily. He wash- 1 that night alone in the house, not There was none on the Davenant ed the blood from his face at ’the knowing where I was.or what had be-1ranch, principally because Davenant pump and took a long drink of water, come of me!” Concern and contrition hated it, and would not have on the He ran the rusty car out of the ga- overspread his face. “I’m a beast, Pat; place a man who drank. So victory rage, loaded it with his belongings and J a selfish beast. But it’s the last time. 0 f a sort rested with Eddie, tied them in place with k pieces of wire Where are you staying?” j When the craving subsided, it left “With Mr. and Mrs. Kinnane. They,him, some times, sullen and resentful are nice, old people.” | toward Patsy. - He would tell himself • “Well, we’ll forget all this and start that she was deserving of no consid- out on the right foot. I’ll see Mr. Kin- eration; that any fight for her sake nane and explain—” t was fruitless because she had aban- _“No.” The word stopped him in mid- doned him in time of need. This un sentence. “I can’t do it, Eddie. This reasonable mood soon passed*, howev- tor washed his own hurts. He was re- has not been an impulse. I’ve thought gr. Then he would acknowledge she lieved to find that the scalp wound jit all out. I don’t dai;e go on any long- 'was right. Love welled up anew, and was not serious. He trembled withier. Drinking is a habit with you. It h c resolved to make the fight for her and rope. Piece by piece, he restored Eddie’s furniture and bedding, after sweeping and scrubbing the floors and burning the litter in the fireplace. When he left, his rifle accompanied him. But Eddie had taken the pains to remove all his cartridges. The'vic-, 1 Business Notice! On and after September 1, 1927, all banks of the city will require a $50.00 balance to be maintained on active accounts, and in the event* of customers checking below that amount a service charge will be macle. Also, deferred credit on all out-of-town checks, or in the event immediate credit is desired, cost of collecting such items will be charged. Also, business customers and others will be expected to pay for printing and binding of check books. For further explanation call at the office of the banks whose names appear below. M. S. BAILEY & SON, BANKERS, W. J. Bailey, President. FIRST NATIONAL BANK, 1, Pi B. H. Boyd, President. THE COMMERCIAL BANK, H. D. Henry, President. c m ■ ■\+ m < ► — ■ t - - - | , - —— f T -1 4 * weakness as he cooked and ate the first satisfying meal in several days. His strength flowed back after he had eaten. He prepared to set out for town. It was a long walk, if ne could get no ride, but he had to find Patsy Jane. He must convince her that this time his resolution was complete and sincere, that he would never drink again. The thought of her working in Long Jortage made him writhe. All will become more of a habit as the sa £ e . If he did win, it would be for years go on until you are just a sot.” her. She drew her breath sharply. “It will j But on this Sunday his heart beat never be any easier to stop than it is ; recklessly as he left the house and now. You have a fight on your hands, went out along the lonesome road to a terrible fight. It must be made right the north: His eyes were alight, his away, if you’re to win.” j gt e p buoyant. There was in his air “But, Pat!” There was hurt and be-1 some thing of the fearful exhilaration wilderment in his eyes and his tones, j that men exhibit as they go into bat- “I know it; I know all that. But the tie. fight is won. I’ve told you I’ll never) g 0 on he passed a fourth truck. this little world, as all tKelr former' touch another drop. When the crav- There were two on the seat in front, world of Scottdale, must consider him ing for the stuff comes you must be a third perched on the rear of the load, a drunken failure. there to help me fight it." j All eyed him suspiciously as they jolt- He was surprised to note that this] She smiled sadly. “I’ve been with ed by. Another tRro miles and he came eventful day was but half spent. The you before when the craving came and on a fifth truck in the bottom of a lit- sun was overhead when he took to the it didn’t make any difference,” she re- tie valley. The crew of three was road. He had not walked far when he minded him. “You’re mistaken, Ed-1 changing a tire. His hands clenched was overtaken by Milo Bull, foreman die. The fight isn’t over. You can’t, involuntarily and blood surged into his of the Davenant ranch. | win it with crutches. You must win it eyes. He recognized two of the three “Hop in,” inrited Bull, stopping the'alone.” • |—Jake, the driver, and Gulley, the big car alongside. Eddie surveyed thej “But I can’t win it without you!” 'guard. They were the men who had lanky Bull with shrewd glances. He! can’t win it with me. That's gi ven b j m drugged whiskey and locked was freshly shaven, and a necktie .vasjbeen proven.” him i n the car4»ound for Chicago, knotted awkwardly under the collar of It was a wretched hour that follow- There was no retreating, for Gulley his flannel shirt. e( L painful for both of them. ’“Eddie ( had looked up and the recognition was “Mr. Davenant’s coming on the af- t pleaded with all the power of a lov- mu tual. He saw the guard’s hand go ternoon train, isn’t he?” queried Ed- able personality. It grew harder and g W iftly to his hip pocket. He saw him ‘Got die. “Yeah,” replied the foreman, a telegram yesterday.” '“Now, don’t you go hiring too many men 'down town,” commanded Eddie, smiling. “I’ll be over bright and early tomorrow.” “All right, Forbes; if there’s a job for anyone, you’ll havtTit.” He looked at Eddie quizzically: “Of course it’s none o’ my business, but whose buzz- saw did you tangle with?” “Found a tramp in my cabin and he didn’t want to leave,” explained Ed die. “I’d been away for a few days and wl\en I came back he’d taken pos session. - A short distance from town they saw two motor cars ahead of them in the road. One, bulging like a fat man carrying many packages, Eddie recog nized a& the property of the tramp. When their car came into view the other one, headed toward them was started and the conference which had been going on was broken up. The eastbound automobile, Eddie noted as it passed them, was occupied by Seal- man. He went first to Long Pine’s largest garage. His car was there, the attend- anttold him readily, glancing at his disfigured face the while. The missis had brought it in a week or so ago. She said he’d call for it. “She’s work ing in Mr. Kinnane’s office,” he add ed, watching Eddie to see how the in formation would be received. “Thank you/’ returned Eddie, non- cimmittally, and drew back to cover the charges. He drove two blocks up harder to hold out against him, but speak cautiously out of the corner of the Street to the one-story frame 1 The wages Davenant paid were a!boV somehow Patsy Jane did. “No,” she 1 would say. “I don’t dare. If I give in now, Eddie, you’ll never win. I know it. You’ll always be a drunkard, if poisonous liquor doesn’t kill you be fore your time. Please don’t ask me.” He gave over at last, his face sul lenly clouded. “Well, when are you coming back?” he asked, more un kindness in his tone than he had ever displayed toward her before. “When will this cure becomplete ?” “Oh, 'I don’t know—I don’t know,” j she replied drearily. “There hasn’t! been a* single month since our marri-j age that you haven’t had liquor; that' you haven’t been drunk. Maybe six I months or a year—” He echoed her words with angry incredulity. “Why don’t you get a di vorce and be done with it?” he de manded. “I think that’s what you’re Riming at!” ' " . He slammed the door violently as he went out. But remorse overtook him before he reached the car. He went back, to find Patsy bowed in tears over the typewriter. “I’m a beast,Pat,” he said, remorsefully. “I’m not worth crying over. It wasn’t true, that nasty thing I said. You’re right. It will have to be fought out. And% I suppose I must do it alone. I can see you sometimes?” She nodded and smiled through her tears. ***** H. P. Davenant decided to go through with his ambitious schemes for the raifch, and Eddie was hired as one of his fatm hands for the summe his mouth. Whereat the other two men straightened and stood in an at titude of waiting, ready to snatch out a weapon if the necessity arose. He decided on a course of action, and throttled the rage that possessed him. He brought a smile to hia face. “Hello, there, sports!” he called gai ly. “It’s a long time since I saw you fellows. Where have you been?” (COnitnued pext week.) Chiropractic— And Operations OUESTION-^“Your patients tell me you claim operations are unnecessary. I have been told that my Gall Bladder must be removed, for Gall Stones. Please ex plain.” ....ANSWER—All operations are for EF FECTS, and a large number of them are absolutely useless. Chiropractic Adjust ments will not only prevent them but will do more. Where operations TEM PORARILY RELIEVE the EFFECTS of disease. Adjustments PERMANENTLY ELIMINATE the CAUSE by correcting the pressure on the spinal nerves which carry Functional Energy to the organ involved!. Bear this in mind, and before you submit to an operation, go to a competent Chiropractor and have a thorough Spinal Analysis made to disclose the real cause of your trouble. This will do you no harm, and it may save you the sufferipg and expense of an operation, to say nothing of the after effects of the operation, such as adhesions, ete. If your Chiropractor tells you you can get wvll without an operation, place'yourself unreservedly in his care. By all means— Rhone 65 Consult Your Chiropractor JACK D. CLARK NEW TELEPHONE BUILDING Clinton, S. C. Next time you buy calomel ask for The thoroughly purified and refined calomel com bined with asaiatant and corrective agent*. N&uaealeaa—Safe—Sure What Do P. S. JEANES Do? “SEVEN POINTS” In the presentation of the* new plan of the South Carolina Cotton Co 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. 7. Profits for Members Only: Under this new plan of efficient handling, selling and merchan dising, the profits will go to the members only. No longer will the man on th® inside hold the umbrella over the man on the outside. To sum it all up, the cooperative associations are now attacking their problem by applying the fundamental principle of successfully mer chandizing to the solution of their cotton marketing problem. The successful cooperative is a business organization—nothing else. It is not based on prejudice or political manipulation or radical ideas. The solution is simply through application of business intelligence to the cotton farmers’ marketing problem and under the new plan, the cotton farmer has the combination that cannot be beaten for the marketing of his crop. ' ^ Profits for Members Qnly—Will Yom Participate? South Carolina Cotton Growers’ A Cooperative Association Hi' .; /*•. // / fi- •-/