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|FvS7 7? *v. A \ 1 ■ ■jMMnaa !—: — II I' ■ it * t THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 8, 1927 THE CLINTON CHRONICLE, CLINTON, S. C. PAGE SEVEN SWAMP J she hasn’t any sense—” Uplifted eye brows finished the sentence. Eddie’s anger grew. Nance had come from a generous motive. She [had heard that he was in difficulties; * she wanted to relieve those difficul- |ties. Yet the result of her visit had been to widen the 1 rapidly closing chasm between Patsy and himself. She had thrown in that invitation to call as -a deliberate and gratuitous barb. [ “You didn’t play fair, Nance,” he said coldly. “What you’ve done is to make things a little more difficult for me. v j “I’m sorry,” she replied, simply, and ■ contrition came into her lovely eyes. She sighed. Her hands dropped from his shoulders. “I think I’ll be going. But if you need money, or—or—me.” A lovely red swept over her face. She i turned swiftly without another word SUMMARY: wanted the Forbes tract did not ex- It seemed good to see someone an( i ran t o her car, which was stand- Edison Forbes, a young resident of plain. He was not the type of man from home, though Scottdale belonged j n g j n front of the house. There came Scottdale with an inherent craving for who would let sentimental considera- to a past epoch in his life. She told the roar of its powerful engine as she, liquor is held fof the death of a wo- tions stand in the way of his making him the news of the little town, fla- t 00| drove toward Long Portage, man who has been killed by a boot- a dollar. Horne was a house that shel- ( vored with a humor slightly embit- [ Eddie tried to busy himself with his legging truck. Circumstantial evidence tered him, to be abandoned without re- tered, slightly ironic. “Now tell me task of smoothing and planing. But points to Forbes and rather than tell tret if the abandonment would bring your troubles, buddy,” she ordered, the work had lost its savor. He want- _ • V V A % ^ I rf-v A A * 1 a * I A A ,~V •’"V , . . , , . * ed to get to Patsy Jane as soon as possible, to explain Nance’s visit and MicKaei J. Phillips ; ^ Illustra'tions by H«my Jay L«« CopyTiijht MxcKmI V. Phillip* Rale&aed thru Publithar* AuLociL»t»r S.rvloa - ' - the truth of the episode, he stands money. I when Scottdale as a topic of conver- trial, which results in a long prison! “I feel, somehow, that Sealman was sation was exhausted. sentence. He is soon pardoned, how- mixed up in those two rum-runners! ‘‘None to tell,” he smiled. “Every- h er impulsive kiss. Yet for several ever, but back in Scottdale, he and feeding me drugged whiskey,” mused thing’s^ fine. I’m working at Dave- hours, pride held him back. For, he Patsy Jane, his trusting wife, agrfee Eddie. “They had no reason of their nant’s.” . ^ Hold himself, Pat had taken too much that public sentiment against him is own for getting me out of the coun-1 “Don’t you think I’m too old a f or g ran ted and had run away without too strong, so they migrate up north try. I was sent out by freight so the friend to be kept on the outside, look- giving him a chance. He should let to some land that has been in the fam-' motor-tramp could come in and jump ing in?” she shot back, with smiling her get over her huffy fit, that’s all. ily for years. ! ni yclaim. He was to keep me off with earnestness that was impressive. n e should let her come to her senses-r—. By three o’clock he deemed that she should have come to her senses, for he drove townward, taking the curves of the sandy road at a reckless speed. His visit was fruitless. Mrs. Kjnnane CHAPTER XVIII While” here they form the acquain- his gun. It wasn’t an accident that he “Come across, now; tell your name, tance of Isaiah Sealman, a shifty was talking to Sealman on the road neighbor who is anxious to buy their that day after I drove him out., land. Eddie learns that the back taxes! “The long and short of it is that amount to over eight hundred dollars Sealman wants my place. He wants but as he has five months to pay he it badly, because it has a greater val- J decides to refuse Sealman’s offer of ue, somehow, than appears on the sur- ated $1200 and try and get final titter to bis face. I wonder what it ts ? j * He pon- p “Bunk?” ~ The no matter, with contemptuous property—Sealman’s offer having led dered fruitlessly. “Well, him to think it very valuable. But I’ll hang on tighter. The things do not go very well. Eddie come out.” Patsy Sees “Nothing to tell, really,” he reiter- came to the door of her home in an- 1 swer to his ring. She said briefly that s freighted Mrs'. Forbes was away, impatience. “I i “Dou you know when Whitmire-Clinton-Greenwood Bus N Schedule Elffective September 15 Leave Whitmire . Clinton Greenwood Clinton .... Leave First Trip Arrive .... 9:00 A. M. ^Clinton '9:45 A. M.» Greenwood 11:20 A. M. Clinton .. . . ,;2:20 P. M. Whitmire . Second Trip - Arrive .... 9:45 A. M. .. .10:45 A. M. ...12:20 P. M. .... 1:05 P. M. Whitmire 2:00 P. M. Clinton 2:45 P. M. Greenwood 4:30 P. M. Clinton 5:30 P. M. Clinton .... 2:45 P. M. Greenwood 3:45 P. M. Clinton - 5:30 P. M. Whitmire 6:15 P. M. Connections for Anderson, Abbeville, Augusta, Union, and at Clinton for Columbia, Greenville and Spartanburg. Fare from Whitmire to Greenwood .. $1.60 reason will know ^ 'I’m «:uii<,ciii(jkuuu9 .uiyancivc. . | "jjou you know when she’ll be what I know, Eddie. You know back?” he questioned, disappointedly, interested. I’ve been inquiring i ‘‘N 0 , Mr. Forbe*. She said to tell drinks heavily from some bootlegger’s' Summer advanced inexorably. The around. You’ve had trouble over this vou not to wait.” potions, is forgiven by Patsy, but soon fund in the Long Portage State bank place. There is a lot of tax-money . * , . after falls in with the same-gang, gets mounted surely, though much too nearly due. You’ve been putting on : Summer reached its crest, and the drunk, and wakes up in a freight car slowly. Almost every cent of his wa-iSome bouts with old John W. Barley- little, sheltered valleys-about Long in Chicago—many miles away. Stl'ick- ges from Davenant went into it. He corn and losing spectacularly. And Portage and out through the wilder- en with remorse he returns to his cab- could not possibly, of his own efforts, Patsy’s left out.” ness were alive with huckleberries. It in bufc finds his wife has left and in earn all of the tax-money. But he was i “You astonish me,” he said lightly, was a £ 00( i f ru j t season, for the rains her place a ruffian, who orders him reasonably sure that the deficit would though the red crept up in his tanned had been plentiful, and had come at out. A fight ensues in which Eddie be made up from one of two sources, cheeks. “Really, it’s all in the way the Vight time. The rich, purple ber- finally knocks his opponent stone cold. I One source was Davenant, and his you say it. Those things are so—and r i e8) each as large as the end of one’s After ejecting the intruder and sus-i confidence seemed justified. The city ( they aren’t so. Mr. Barleycorn and I little finger, grew in prodigal profu- pefeting that he seems to be in league man, big, incisive and iron-gray, acid- did do considerable scrapping and I S10 h. The sturdy vines were bending with Sealman, Eddie goes to Long tongued in reproof and treasuring his got mussed. But I’ve licked him. He’s beneath their weight. Portage and sees Patay, who is work- words of commendation as though they ( out for keeps. There is some tax mon- Fortunately for Long Portage the ing for Kinnane, a lawyer. She an- were jewels, nevertheless showed thai ey due. But I’ll have it before the re- cr0 p was a failure elsewhere, and the nounces that she will not join him unr ( he approved of Eddie. The latter deniption period Closes. As for your berries brought a good price in De-' til he definitely quits drinking. De- worked hard and intelligently. In July other assertion—well, that’s quite troit and Chicago. The village was, termining to comply, he finds a job Davenant raised his pay five dollars wide of the mark, too, Nance.” ;depopulated, for all those who could,' with Davenant, a rancher, and for sev- a month. This, from Davenant, was ! Miss Encell rose from the long, log,' i e f tfor the harvest. 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Others hands, with amazing strength in their j drove forth and back, morning and fragil-appearing roundness, closed on evening in their cars, the tonneau la- nant failed him, there was the gover nor. His months on the ranch had taught him much. His quarter-section was his shoulders. She all but lifted him den with the spoils when they return- not so worthless as he had deemed it. ito his feet. They confronted each oth-j e d with* the setting sun. Even horses Seeding, cultivating and the preven- to his feet. They confronted each oth^* an d wagons were not despised, for ’ tion of further burning-over by forest convinced of their present good will, firest would build it up. He could and accepts a bottle of booze. Putting | raise stock upon it, which would sup- it away, he plunges through a dense i port them while it enriched the land. underbiush, suffering the tortures of temptation, which he manfully over comes. Arriving back at the ranch house, the battle is won; he has not touched the liquor and he rejoices at his fortitude. CHAPTER XVII An Old Sweetheart “Well, Forbes, are you ready to sell this place yet?” It was Sealman who asked the ques tion on the following Sunday morning. “It’s not on the market.” Sealman combed his sleek beard with plump fingers as he leaned against the garage and watched Ed- There was more depth to the soil than he realized. All this would take work, and plenty of it, but he was willing to work and to wait. He felt that his future, his and Patsy Jane’s, was somehow bound up with this scraggly oblong in the wilderness. The liquor which the bootleggers had given him remained in his bag. It was a trophy of victory, the scalp of a vanquished enemy. Sometimes he took the bottle out to look at it quiz zically, to shake it until it gurgled sullenly. There was still spells of “See here, hddie, she said, decis- some of the best berry patches were ivly, “it wont do. 1 know what I’m f OU nd- on bumpy side roads, where! talking about. We’ll admit booze is f our -footed motive power was surest out. But that doesn’t help you much.! an ,j safest. There’s a lot of money due on your! The huckleberries gave Eddie aj tend, aside from this year’s taxes. You ! chance to earn extra money. He haven’t enough to meet it, and you jj raS p e( j it eagerly. Davenant was an 1 won’t be able to get enough. Tell the | enlightened rancher. He demanded lit- truth now. Will you? ■ I tie except in cases of seasonal emer- “I haven’t all of it, he admitted. “I gency,.only eight hours daily. Eddie know where I can borrow if 1 have to.” j and some of the other hands rose at She nodded and went on: “Patsy' five ami before, to get in a good two has left you, Eddie. All I^ong Portage hours Peking before breakfast. Then knows it. She’s a stenographer in old Kinnane’s office. She’s living at their home. So—” Again the red flowed into hjs cheeks. longing. But the “No” of a bronze , A .. . . hard resolution drove the beasts of V?"* ^ ance - Ewrythm* is appetite speedily to their lair again, j Things were moving, if not happily , right, really. there were two hours in the evening, after which Eddie drove through the beautiful reluctant northern twilight to the buyer at the railroad express And you're still off on lhei“ ff ! te ' * ith .J*! 1 - The fast night a jl i train delivered the berries, the dew of , secluded valleys still on them, at the city markets next day. B „ _ - . . S i! e sh . 00k . him . irnpa , tient , ly ' “ Cani There was a good patch of berries die sharpening an axe on the grind-' a t leass with sober satisfaction, the Eddie; I know it isn t. Now, ^what ^ on Eddie*# own quarter-section, near! stone. “I thought perhaps with you Sunday morning that Nance Encell ^ came here to say was this, I an( ^, the mound. This he saved until the working over to Davenant’s and your ] drove to the door of the wilderness ^" en s he stopped a.> if quite unable to j ast When everything on the other cabin. Jie was squaring the uneven °b- But she shrugged and plunged!,.^ 0 f ^ creek'within easy distance I walls of the living room, preparatory bravely ahead. “I have money epough 1 waR exhausted he drove, early one to giving them a coat of paint, when w 'P e uut those taxes and never miss morn i n g.^ OV er to his own property, i the imperious blast of a motor-horn .'^* Won’t you—” -- The-sand of the narrow road was I called him to the door; j -“No, Nance. Thaftk you just the damp. He noticed with surprise the j The girl left her car and advanced same, but it isn’t necessary. I can get,clear-cut impression of motor-tireSi whic h, turning from the highway, also | wife rot here—” He paused signifi cantly. “I’ll hang on, just the same.” “My last offer was fifteen hundred. Things are going pretty well with me. I might be able to borrow a little more at the* bank. Suppose we say two i to nieet him, hand outstretched. “Hel- it all right.” thousand?” Eddie ceased operations on the axe to look the sleek one sharply in the eve. “With the taxes, that’s more than : lo, there, Eddie!” she called joyously.) it was now his turn to stop, embar- entered the southern field of his land “Gee, but it s good to see you.’ | rassed, for the eyes into which he ! He followed the track to the mound, “Nance!” There was more of sur- looked were slowly filling with tears.! and around the base. (Continued next week.) prise than pleasure in his manner,: “i’d ijk e to do g little something—” j which she noted with a humorous s h e began, again. “Sure you can get twenty-eight hundrejl you’re willing to pay. That’s seventeen dollars an acre, grimace. “Where did you come from?” it, Eddie?” “Just as glad to see me as though Why is this worth so much?” The blue eyes flickered away. The combing fingers, sifting through the | e d. “Oh, well, once it wasn’t so. Where glossy beard, did not change their ca-|did I come from? Our place on the ■dence. “It isn’t, Forbes. But it ad-' North Fork.” joins my property. I could use it to! The Encells had, he recalled, a lodge advantage. • * in the pleasant country due north of “Why not sell out and buy some' Long Portage, perhaps twenty miles where tend is cheaper?” | from where his cabin stood. It was Sealman smiled. “I might ask you not a long drive, even for sandy wil- the same thing,” he replied, and Eddie; derness roads. Only, he wished that secretly acknowledged the justice of j she hadn’t come, the thrust. “This is my home. I have | “Well, aren’t you going to ask me an affection for it. I don’t want to in?” she rallied him. live somewhere else.” “Of course; I want you to see the ‘I suppose that’s true,” said Eddie improvements I’m making.” “But I’m not selling; that’s fi- s lowly nal.” “You may lose it on the taxes—” y . . i “Sure, Nance. But I’m mighty I were the small pox, she comment- Kratefu , to you just the same „ j A smile broke through. “All right, old independence,” she said, with hard gayety. And before he realized what her next move might be, sh leaned for- j ward and kissed him on the mouth, j It was Nance who realized first, a shade before Eddie did, that there was someone in the back yard, someone who saw them through the open door. He could feel her grip tighten as the laughed loundly and maliciously. “Come soon,” she said, raising her voice. ^ He turned his head. Patsy Jane had Next time you buy calomel ask for She stood in the center of the floor ( and looked smilingly about her. Nance j come up in the Kinnane car, and had Encell was a superb and striking fi-1 stopped it in the driveway near the “The taxes will be taken care of jgure, vividly blonde. Her blonde hair K ara ? e * She had seen the kias, heard when the time comes,” retorted Eddie, j was rough, not from lack of care, but fhe words of invitation and the laugh. By the way, they tell me you have from an excess of the owner’s energy,' she turned on the instant, her head apparently. She wore whipcord riding! got into the car, swung it swift- breeches that fitted with revealing j ly an< ^ was on the road she had perfection and a thin, brown silk shirt,; come some young pigs. Wonder if I could deal for one of them ? Bull offered to let mine run with their hogs this fall. A good, thriving pig should make me some money.” When Eddie left for the ranch that evening, a chubby young porker its colter femininely rolling, cut low and held loosely in place by a flowing red tie. She looked a daughter of the Vikings, but sophisticated, modernized scrambled ineffectively in a gunny-, and raised from Viking stolidity by a The thoroughly purified and refined calomel com bined with assistant and corrective agents. Nausealess—Safe—Sure sack in the tonneau of his car. The little animal had cost him five dollars. But his new owner could see his value complex modern civilization. “Eddie, as a housekeeper and car- Eddie was confused, resentful, in dignant. He was angry, with Nance. Yet good taste kept him from saying many of the things he yearned to say. “That wasn’t just fair, Nance,” he managed, at test. 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