The Clinton chronicle. (Clinton, S.C.) 1901-current, September 22, 1927, Image 7
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THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 22, 1927
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THE CLINTON CHRONICLE, CLINTON, S C.
SUMMARY:
"Edison Forbes, a young resident of
Scottd&le with an inherent craving for
liquor is held for the death of a wo
man who has been killed by a boot
legging truck. Circumstantial evidence
points to Forbes and rather than tell
the truth of the episode, he stands
trial, which results in a long prison
sentence. He i* 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
$1200 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
me, Mr. Forbes,” he pleaded. “He said
he owned this when he hired me.” Ed
die waved absolution.
“You’re using pretty rough lan
guage, Forbes,” commented the youth,
coolly. “Thief, eh?” I’ll show you the
first of the month. Where would you
get three hundred and fifty dollars to
take care of that tax-title—” He
laughed ironically. “Everyone knows
you’re broke, that your wife has left
you and you’re just stalling here be
cause you don’t dare show-your face
in Scottdale. Why, you escaped being
a jailbird because that old crook of a livable, he had time to ponder on two
governor pardoned you. So don’t get
yourself,” invited the cashier, defen
sively. - —
Ed.die leafed them over. They were
all in order. The check to Sealman for
the pig had been raised from five to
five hundred.
“Looks to me as though the bank is
out four hundred and ninety-five dol
lars, he announced. “This check has
been raised. Of course you know that,
Gilman. This man has told you it was
written for five dollars.” —
“I haven’t told him anything of the
kind,” returned Sealman.
Eddie turned the check over. It was
endorsed “I. Sealman,” but just be-
, low was another signature in a smooth
and flowing script. “Henry W. Rob
bins.” He reverted to the face of the
check again. The forgery had been
cleverly done, though close scrutiny
‘revealed how tfce “hundred" had been
“Oh, I don’t know. I’d forgotten it,, cramped because of limited space,
more or less,” replied Eddie. I’m sor- J “Any jury would call that a raised
ry to have to go. Bull. I iike working check,” said Eddie, scornfully, shoving
for you. Well, if you’ll give me what’s it back. “Looks as though this bank
coming—” was negligent in taking it.”
The foreman went to the ranch “We’ll have to ask a jury to decide
house and returned, presently, with it,” returned Gilman. “This bank dis-
Eddie’s pay check for wages to the (avows responsibility. You were neg-
end of the month. He bought Eddie’s ligent in drawing it. If the line after
pig, which had thrived wonderfully,; ‘five’ had started closer to the ‘e’ and
for eighteen dollars. As the discharg- had been drawn clear through, there
ed farmhand drove homeward and lat-, would have been no negligence. But
er, as he was disposing of his goods you left a space and the forger took
and chattels to make the cabin cosily advantage of it.”
So that was it. Maybe Sealman was
things which had been crowded to the ' not responsible for the forgery, but he
back of his mind by more stirring 1 had taken advantage of it Ho tie up
events.
t his funds until after the
passage of
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something,” he thought. “It’s up to me his head and shoulders through the
to squander a \little something on tel-(wicket, so that the flimsy grill creaked
egrams to find out exactly what. His under the strain.
‘T'he address on that sack means tax-day, two weeks away,
nething,” he thought. “It’s up to me his head and shoulders t
fresh with me.”
“So that’s it, eh?" was Eddie’s com
ment. “Well, I don’t think those few
sacks of efifth are worth much. But
vou’ll leave them, just the sarfte. Un
load.”
The youth’s reply was to drop his story about carting the stuff away as \ “Sealman, you damned crook,” he ■
shovel and rush, a scowl on his weak, salt for the stock is all bosh. The pure said harshly, “you’ve been trying to
dark face. Eddie met him with a salt is on top. swindle me out of my place ever since |
straight right hander that puffed the* “What about the other remark of I came here. You’ve connived at this
loo&e lips. As a fight it did not com-' his ? What did he mean by talking , trick to tie up my money. But it won’t
pare with the fierce battle against the , about three hundred and fifty dollars do you any good. You’ll never put a|
motor-tramp. This adversary had for the ‘first tax-title? Didn’t I get finger on a grain of that white sand.
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after falls in with the same gang, gets j neither the courage, the strength nor | the dope straight from the county
drunk, wakes up in a-freight car the resolution of the wanderer. His treasurer? Guess I’ll get downtown
in Chicago—many miles away. Strick- ; eyes were blackened and his nose right away and find out where I’m at.”
en with remorse he returns to his cab- ; bleeding, though he had scarcely left)
in but finds his wife has left and in
her place a ruffian, who orders him
out. A fight ensues in which Eddie
finally knocks his opponent stone cold.
After ejecting the intruder and sus
pecting that he seems to be in league
with Sealman, Eddie goes to Long
Portage and sees Patsy, who is work
ing for Kinnane, a lawyer. She an
nounces that she will not join him un
till he definitely quits drinking. This
he determines to do. He secures work
on a nearby ranch, run by Davenant,
a mark on Eddie, when he turned his
back and clamored onto the truck. j
“All right, you big bully!” he. com
plained. “I’ll have the laugh when the
CHAPTER XX
Wiped Out
He drove to the railroad station and
sheriff throws you off. You put your sent away two telegrams. He went to
foot on here and I’ll shoot you like a the county building and stated his er
dog. “Yes, I will!” he raved, as the rand to Peter Wimple. That
expressman started the truck. “And nodded, as though confirming some-
you keep away from Nance Encell, or thing that had long been a matter of
I’ll drill you anyway.” doubt.
“So that’s it?” mused, Eddie. “I re- 1 “You know, Forbes,” he explained,
member he always did like her. Of puffing on his pipe. “I’ve thought a
course he wouldn’t have been so nasty
and after many temptations at last i if it hadn’t been for booze. His breath
beats his enemy, John Barleycorn. All was like a distillery. He got away
You hear?"
“This is slander, Forbes,” warned,
the other, his combing fingers moving
agitatedly. “I have witnesses.”
“Witnesses be damned,” retorted,
the angry man. “You daren’t go into
court. He turned on his heel and
strode out, banging the door violently
behind him. He had barely reached
the street when he 'heard his name
official called. Sealman was in the tiny vesti
bule of the bank. He came hurriedly
toward Eddie.
“Now Forbes, there’s no use in hav
ing trouble over this,” he began, pla-
catingly. “1 don’t deny the check was
for five dollars. I passed it on for a
load of huckleberries to a stranger. He
didn’t want to take them to town be-
this time he is slowly-earning money
but realizes that when the tax is due
he can’t possibly have enough. Seal-
man renews his offer and is again re
fused.
One day Nance Encell, his former
sweetheart calls, finds him alone, of
fers to pay the deficit but is rebuffed.
Then Nance kisses him—and is seen
by Patsy who had called to attempt a
reconciliation with her husband. Pat
leaves without listening to his expla
nation-. Broken-hearted, Eddie tries
harder than ever to earn the money
and one morning early while berry
picking, notices fresh tire marks on
his property.
CHAPTER XIX
with that dirt, after all. Oh, well, I
guess he paid for it.” He grmnedr j two years from the date of issue
Absentmindedly he picked up an em- each to redeem them,
pty sack, one which had been left and 1* “There are two such plasters out
which had been overlooked. A name against your property. To settle them
and address were printed on the sack both would be eight hundred and thir-
1 in black leters. He whistled when their ( ty-odd dollars. But if you’ll pay the
significance came to him with the oth- two-year-old one the . first- of fhe
good many times that maybe you
didn’t understand me. I suppose you
knew that a tax-title issues for each
year of back taxes, but that you have cause it was late. I’ve never seen him
of since. How was I to know he’d raise
the check?”
“Well, what else?” demanded Eddie.
“I don’t want to see you lose your
place and get nothing for it. I want
it, Forbes, it goes well with my land.
ers. He was, the slick one, a director
of the bank, Eddie recalled.
When he drove to the big ranch,
Davenant himself, black with passion,
met him at the door of the bunk-
house.
month, you’l still have a year for the
other one.”
Eddie swallowed jerkily,— “How
much is the first on$?”
Peter consulted his canvas-jacketed
I’ll make you a good offer.”
“You will, eh?”
“Yes, I’ll give vou thirty-five hun
dred.”
Eddie’s answer was to place the heel
of a work-roughened hand against
book. Three forty-eight, seventy-two,’’, Sealman’s high-bridged nose and push
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light truck was standing near the
he reported. “Seems pretty heavy tax- j violently. The bearded man tottered
edge of the walk into the
“Get your dirty traps together,
Forbes, and make tracks,” snarled the es on poor land, but they built two from the
big man. ! roads and widened and deepened Port- gutter. Whereat he uttered a veno-
“Why, Mr. Davenant, what’s the age creek, all in the same year. Then mous oath, quite out of keeping with
matter?” asked Eddie, in surprise. the penalties are heavy. It makes it his sleek placidity.
im-
“Matter?” echoed Davenant, doub-' pretty binding, even though the
ling his fists, and Eddie noted that the provement costs were spread over
three years.”
Eddie went out with his nose in the
barked,
giving liquor
Eddie went on up. the street, think
ing rapidly. That morning he had two
I strings to his bow. One had been
c/ ar nn thp side of the mound—the iV *a^ er -' iou ve oeen giving nquor ^ ‘•■•- snapped. He could not borrow money
sea - which he and Pat had noticed on to that’s all.’ air. He had given the tough old world f rom Davenant. But the governor re-
the* first dav of their journey of ex-1 another farmhand, had man- an under hold and pinned its shoulders mained
, k M f aged heretofore to keep his potations to the mat, first flop. He-had licked ... . n .
ploradSon. Two women were busily at , H , ' l a u u a ju-u The postoffice at Long Portage oc-
*■ . i from the notice of the owner. But he booze and he had saved his home. Now' . , , , . ,
work, scraping and shoveling the sour-1 J- . t c . , , , , . i i *. n u cupied a corner of the largest general
’. ... , , . » had seemingly, been careless, had to find Patsy Jane and tell her what 11- u u» o * 11 * i
smelling dirt onto the truck. One of , u ’ , , . , , : ., . ... , f store. Eddie bought a pencil tablet.
, ,, . -n t. been thrashed when he grew impudent, 1 pride had forbade his telling before. > .... , , , '
them was the Long Portage express- i- 1 v* ‘"‘i i .. ! He stood at the post office desk and:
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the night of the accident, the youth
who had so cravenly deserted to avoid j
the possible consequences of discovery.
As Eddie came upon the workers,
the youth started. Then he leaned on
his shovel. He smiled insolently. “Gee,
you’re an early riser,” was his first
remark.
“Have to be, to keep my farm from
being carried away. What’s the big
idea?”
•tested Eddie.
companion
And, also, take
her home.
“You'did. Don’t’lie to me.” ! For he needed but three hundred
“I tell you I didn’t,” returned Ed- and fifty dollars, and he had more
die, sharply. - j than that sum in the Long. Portage
“Well, he got it from you. You hail hank. He consulted the stub of his
it.”
“He didn’t. I—” he began, and stop
ped. He recalled the bottle in his suit
case.
“Hah!” growled Davenant at his
hesitancy. “You’d better admit it.”
“You mean-this?” The youth nod-1 Eddie enter <; d the bunkhouse. His
ded at the truck. “Well, they say this !« ul tcase open, lay in the middle of the
stuff is good for stock, salt in it, you ! Hoor. The bottle was gone
know. So I was getting some for the !
checkbook. He had about four hun
dred dollars—a young fortune! And
more in his pocket.
Of course he had no.j<»b. But he
could get one. Of that he felt certain,
i And* he would begin building up his
land against the day he would crop it
and stock it and make it pay good
uation and asking for a loan of three
hundred dollars. He told of his battle
with liquor, and how he had won, of his
plans f4»r the future. He stamped it
and affixed a special delivery postage.)
He carried it to the station himself, | 0
and handed it to the clerk on the
southbound train.‘The governor would
have it early next morning in his office
in Lansing.
Always there had been with him the
thought of Patsy. Now he went to
Attorney Kinane’s office. The old law-
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cattle at Encell’s.”
“At EncelPs?”
“Yes I’m visiting over there, you
know.”
Eddie regarded him speculatively.
“Well, of course I’d like to see Encell’s
stock do well,” he said mildly. But
wouldn’t it be courteous to ask me
first about this stuff?”
The sneer in the young man’s smile
became more pronounced. “Why should
I ask you? You lose this place on
tax-title the first of next month. I’m
already the owner. I bought the title
from the Brower estate by telegraph
two days ago.”
“The Brower estate?” echoed Ed
die, puzzled.
“Sure. You don’t know what’s going
on under your own nose,” was the
contemptuous retort. Old Brdwer died
suddenly, and the family doesn’t care
about this northern Michigan Estate
idea of his. All his tax titles were put
on the market. I got this. So, really
I have more right here than^bu.”
“Listen, kid,” commanded Eddie,
quietly. “You’re off—away off. You
haven’t any right here until after the
first day of next month. Then you
only have a right if I fail to redeem
the property. Well, it’ll be redeemed.
So right now you’re a trespasser and
a thief. You’re stealing my property.”
The lean-jawed expressman rubbed
his bristles nervously. “Don’t blame
The bottle was gone. He re
turned to the outside. “You’re right, _
Mr. Davenant,” he acknowledged. J Davenant check and the loose cash he
“There was some liquor in my bag, was carrying. There was three per-
and it’s gone. I didn’t give it to him, sons behind the cheap partition of
ojl.tell him ” ' white pine stained to look like hard-
“But you had it.” The owner’s' wood, and iron grills stained to look
voice rose to a shout. “You know how like bronze. Gray little Gilman, the
dividends | yer was alone. “Where’s my wife, Mr.
He went into the bank to deposit the Ki nane ? be asked.
just now, Mr. Forbes.”
the country for a few
I hate booze, but you brought it here.
I suppose you figured on a spree your
self. I’ve a notion to give you what
I gave him.” He advanced, his arms
swinging.
“Well, maybe you can, but you’ll get
something in return,” snapped Eddie, j nervously
“You won’t be beating up a drunken
squarehead if you try any funny bus
iness with me. I’ll leave a few marks,
anyway.”
“Get off my place,” shouted Dave
nant, more furiously than before. But
his advance ceased. Eddie came out to
load his possessions in the car. The
owner was nowhere to be seen. Bull,
cashier; Harold Faunce, the young
bookkeeper; and Sealman, slick and ro-
tound, combing his beard with his fin
gers as he talked earnestly. —
“We were just about to get in touch
with you, Mr. Forbes,” began Gilman,
he swept the currency •
as
“Not here
She’s out in
weeks.”
To Eddie’s look of bewilderment, he
added: “She comes in quite frequent
ly. If y4)U wish to reach her a letter
in my care will be delivered pnmipt-
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“Why?” asked Eddie. He felt Seal-
man’s bright, bold eyes upon him.
“I wanted to notify you of your ov
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glanced over his shoulder as he spoke,
toward the,main ranch house, a com
modious two-story log house, as | “Your account is eighty-four dol
though fearful of being overheard, i lars overdrawn,” returned Gilman. He
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