The Clinton chronicle. (Clinton, S.C.) 1901-current, October 06, 1927, Image 8
3E CLIN3PN CHRONICLE, CLINTON, S. C.
THURSDAY, OCTOBER 6, 1927
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pardoned me. You said his action waslty?’
Michael T JV: Phillip*
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Illu.stra-ti.ont by Henry J^y Lea
Copyright MicKmI V. PKillip*
Released thru. Publial\ers Auxocaatar Sarvtoe
SUMMARY:
Edison Forbes, a young resident of
Scottdale 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 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
?1‘J00 and try and get final title to his
property—Sealman’s offer having led
him to think it very Suable. But
things do not go very well. Eddie
drinko heavily from some bootlegger’s
potibn*.'is forgiven by Patsy, but soon
“Huckleberries,” she smiled. “I saw in his own way was a master-stroke,
that what I was earning wouldn’t It was the only thing that would have
make it. So I arranged to do Mr. Kin-‘ cured him." She paused to smile
nane’s work evenings. I’ve been in the whimsically,
marshes for three weeks. It really j “When I saw there weren’t
any
wasn’t bad. I was a good picker.” | pieces to pick up—that kiss you saw
“It wasn’t exactly necessary,” she, was good-bye. The ‘Come soon’ I
as good-bye. The ‘Come
went on, giving him time to recover. 1 threw in was pure cussedness. That
“The Kinane’s would have loaned it to finishes that. Now, you know, Patsy,
the mending idea is like any other.
When you is^t your heart on picking
up pieces and making over into a bet
ter model—so I’m going to marry—”
me. They’re the dearest people, Ed
die. They treated me like a daughter.
But I wanted to get it myself. Go in
now; it’s nearly closing time.” For an
instant he held her close, with a ten
der violence that left her breathless again,
though starry-eyed. Then they went, “I’m glad, Nance.”
back together. j “Oh, I’ve undertaken a job,” the girl
“Here’s your money,” said Eddie, went on. with her astonishing frank-
briefly, counting it out. There were j ness. “But the difficulty makes it all
a few Sma^ bills left when he had the more fascinating. Did you know
done so. Peter Wimple grinned as he Eddie thrashed him the other day?”
‘a miscarriage of justice’ and a ‘trav
esty.’ You did all you could to ruin
me. Now—”
“I did make such a statement,”
agreed the jurist. “I was not trying
to ruin you. But you were half
drunk when the accident happened.
You had liquor illegally in your pos
session. You had been drunk before.
In the circumstances, I consider the
statement quite justified.” .
“All right,” replied Eddie, easily,
“I wanted to get your ideas on the
subject But I came for something
else, really. You own—”
The door of the judge’s study open
ed. A dark, weak-faced young man
entered. “Hello, dad,” he began, and
stopped. “Didn’t know you were
busy.” He scowled as he recognized
— i 1 i .1-. l i
The judge’s surprise was ob
viously genuine
> “It certainly is. Ran left a sack
whe^ he came to get samples a few
weeks ago. The name ‘Mineral Medi
cine Corporation, Austin, Texas,’ was
printed on it. I found out that your
mound not far from Austin is about
exhausted. That thefore’ in your
mound, ‘ known as sour earth by the
Indians and settlers, is a sandy mate
rial containing salta of calcium, mag
nesium, sodium and iron and free
acid { That it was overlaid by a solid
vein of rock salt—asort of cap.
“I discovered that it has a tre
mendous sale when reduced to solu
tion by boiling to free the medicinal
salts, and that it is bottled and sold
under (he trade name ‘Mineral Magic.’
I know thajt hundreds of thousands of
Eddie. “What’s he been telling you?”i people regard it as a panecea for
He has been trying, because of, rheumatism and indigestiqn and
certain circumstances,” said the judge j things like that.
formidably, “to force me to reverse; “You’ve been combing th% country
myself on that accident of last spring, j for another supply, especially where
He has told me—” 'geologic conditions were somewhat
You sneak!” interrupted the dark i similar. You became, a couple of
young man, passionately, turning on
Eddie. “So you had to come and spill
it that I was wtih you that night. I
was coming to tell him myself. We
agreed, Nance and I, it was the thing
to do. And you $poil—”
“Randolph!” His father’s hprd voice
and she ipoved her head backward ^ stopped him. “Do you mean that you
—you were Forbe’s companion—that
you were on a drinking bout—”
years ago, principal stockholder in the
Mineral Medicine Corporation by the
death of your uncle. When the analy
sis of my steuff proved up—well, I
though you might want to see me.”
The judge permitted himself a grim
and appreciative smile. “That was
considerate. Because, when Randolph
made his report, I should certainly
have had to look you up. Apparently
He paused to stare 1 fixedly at his we are rather closely associated, Mr.
son, whose attitude confessed guilt. J Forbes. Had you thought of any ba-
Confused by this blunder, Randolph sis of my stuff proved up—well, I
stood with head bowed and hang-dog this mound outright to us?”
recharged his pipe.
“Sort o’ thought you’d do it,” he
said. “Your place is safe for a year
now. No one can take it away from j
I’d heard something about it.”
That was a forward step. That
yOu.ng gentleman thought for a while
ht was going to take your land away
look.
“He has told me nothing, sir,’ re
sumed the jurist. “He has protected
“Not an outright sale, Judge. I’m
getting some money to play with. I
yearn now for a steady income. I’ve
you. We’ll fix up the papers tomor- i from you. He bought the tax title.
you, as he protected you qt the trial, j set my heart on a royalty—say a cer-
He accepted a prison sentence at my' tain percentage of the price of every
row, but I’ll give you a receipt now,! from the BroNvers', you know. But I
I’m acting as his agent,” he pointed wouldn’t have permitted him. If you
with his penholder toward the dark, i two hadn’t found the money, I’d have
hands while he spared my son.” He
turned to Eddie:
bottle sold.’
after foils in with the same gang, gets scowling young man, “just as I was I paid it myself.”
drunk, and wakes up in a freight car
for Mr. Brower.” It was plain that he “You’re good, Nance,’
in Chicago—many miles away. Stiick- did not share-his principal’s ill-humor ; gratefully.
en with remorse returns to his cab- over the turn affairs had taken; mark-
in but finds hfVwif.* has left and in edly plain.
her place a ruffian, who orders him ! Nance rose from her chair, saunter-
out. A fight ensues in which Eddie ed up to Patsy Janes, who stood with
finally knocks his opponent stone cold, averted eyes by her husband. She
After ejecting the intruder and sus- linked her arm through Patsy’s. There
‘Get out!” she scorned. “It’s better
fun to shoot straight. That’s all.”
shall
I amends to you.
said Patsy, | that my sons
' night.”
Mr. Forbes, I have reconsidered. Ij The Forbes fa|njly ( occupied the one
" publish a statement' making large and comfortable chair in the
‘Dad!” iinplored Randolph.
CHAPTER XXIV
The Judge
making large and comfortal
And I shall say in it; cabin on Portage creek. It was night;
was with you that and outside the northern lights were
putting on a show with half the sky
as their stage. Bars and pennons and
“Be silent!” commanded his father.' lances of white radiance, the greatest
“Hold on, Judge,” interpolated Ed- 'of them in dimension like Lake Huron
die. “I asked Ran to go with me. I set on end, blazed from horizon to
bought the liquor. He wasn’t as much | mid-heaven. The air was crisp with
I “PU Jove it,” breathed Patsy. “Air
way, till the novelty wears off. Tht$n
we’ll follow the sun southwest for the
rest of the winter.” »
“Next spring we’ll com? back here,”
Eddie pursued the thread, /“and I’ll
study up cattle-feeding with Dave-
nant. He’s a good did scout, after all,
Pat. He apologized like a man for
threatening to lick me over the bottle
that squarehead got. We’ll live
here—”
( “But the dam:
der water?”
Won’t this be all un- ''W*'''
‘They won’t start construction un
til a year from next April. Malone
says we may have this house all next
summer, because I’m going to buy a
ranch from them somewhere near
here. They have a lot of acreage they
don’t need above the water level.”
“Isn’t it wonderful?” sighed Patsy
Jane, in utter content.
His arms tightened about her. “Not
so wonderful as you, Pat,” he whis
pered.
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‘He shall learn to bear the respon- growth of the barrens. The creek,
peering that he seems to be in league was a motion of aversion and resist-
with Sealman, Eddie goes to Long: ance, but the smile on Nance’s wilful, 1 drawn Eddie into Wimple’s private
Pc r.age and sees Patsy, who is work- attractive face only deepened. . (office. “Been waiting to see who’d get; s jbility of his own acts,” replied the 1 swollen by autumn rains, splashed and
-||hai quarter-section, so I could deal. ’, j U{ jg e> implacably. “If he hadn’t been, murmured beyond their front door.
Eddie sat in the chair and Patsy sat
ing for Kinnane, a lawyer. She an-! “Come on outside, Patsy,” she com
nounccs vhat she will not join him un- manded. When they were alone in the ’ he began briskly. “Mr. Forbes, rm; a c „ wa rrl and run awav ho wouldn’t
till he definitely quits drinking. This, vestibule she placed both her hands! Malone, of the National Power. You have put me in .his—this humiliating
he determines to do. He secures work on the other girl’s shoulders, as she know us. We furnish light and power! position ”
on a nearby ranch, run by Davenant, had on Eddied that Sunday. | for the Great Lakes states, manufac-j *‘^ s a f avor to me j udKe pi case
and after many temptations at last “Don’t be a fool,’ she admdnished turing the juice from water-power ! don Vmention him—” ’ * ' F
beats his enemy, John Barleycorn. All with a gentle shake. “You have a bus- wherever we can. We’re planning a ^ _. j_ .
this time he is slowly earning money band that’s a real man, Pat. You’ve j big dam five milcs^How your place
but realizes that when the tax is due had a lot to do with making him. But
he can’t possibly have enough. Seal- you're taking chances on spoiling him
man renews, his offer and is again re- now.
fused. “I suppose you believe with stupid
One day Nance Encell, his former old Scottdale that I was with your i Eddie,
sweqtljeart calls, finds him alone, of-, husband the night that woman was “Yes, Sealman!” The other spat out
fersiterpay thfr deficit but is rebuffed. 1 killed.” She paused for a reply, but, the name scornfully. “Maybe you’re
on Portage creek. We need your quar
ter-section.”.
Light flooded a landscape long
darkened. “Then Sealman—” began
Then Nance kisses him—and is seen there was none. “YoGTcdbldn’t under
by Patsy who had called to attempt a stand that a chap could be big enough
reconciliation with her husband. Pat
leaves without listening To his expla-
and generous enough to keep another’s
secret, even at a'considerable risk to
nation. Broken-hearted, Eddie tries, himself. You thought there must be
harder than ever to earn the money something graceful to conceal.
and one morning early while berry i “That seemed so silly to me, know-
surprised we’re out in the open, and
Sealman’s the answer. We tried to do
it under cover, so we wouldn’t be held
up. He was our agent. But we founu
out he was taking about half the op
tions in his own name. He was to be
picking, notices fresh tire marks on ing Eddie. You see, I knew ffim bet-
his property. !ter than you did.” Patsy Jane made a
, Eddie discovers that two men. one movement to free herself but the sup-
of them the youth who deserted him pie, slender hands held her. ‘‘He was
the night of the truck accident are doing a big thing and a brave thing,
carting away the soil from a mound. I. was about the only one that appre-
He stops them, whips the yobng cow-Jciated it. And I couldn’t go to him over to the jail and gotten releases
ard and gets the address on a bag and tell him how I admired him.” She j out of him.
they have used. At Long Portage he tossed her head good humorously. ( “Now, this quarter-section of yours,
learns there is only three hundred and “I didn’t care about the gossips, but, Forbes. We’ve been paying on an av-
fifty dollars instead of eight hundred I knew if I were seen talking to him'erage of around sixty dollars an acre,
for his first year’s taxes, which would it would make the case worse. And—[and that’s more than the stuff is
his own holdup man.
Some of the land he had to buy
outright. He needs quite a wad of
money, quick, and'he ran in a cargo
of liquor to raise the wind. That was
his booze the state police captured
today. So he fell down, and I’ve been !
The judge laised his hand. “You
said there was another matter you
came to see me about, Mr. Forbes.”
“Yes. I’ve hadnthe sour earth from
that mound on my place analyzed, too,
Judge. It’s precisely the same com
position as y|our supply in Texas,
which is about exhausted.”
“Do you mean to tell me that the
mound which Randolph discovered
near Long Portage is on your proper-
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in his lap, her knees well up to her
chin. His arms were about her; her
head on his shoulder. They were en
gaged in that most delightful of oc
cupations—the building of air-castles
which have a solid foundation of prac
ticability and possibility.
“I want to stay here until after the
first deep snow,” said Patsy, dream
ily.
“The deer season’s early Novem
ber,” answered her husband. “We’ll
get our deer and stick around until
the snow comes up to the windowsill.
That suit you, Pat?” ,
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What Do
P. S. JEANES
Do?
worth. Yours—”
Will cost you a hundred, but I re
enable him to pay, but at the bank he well, Pat, I was a little nasty, too.
also discovers that ^ check he gave I You’d come in and taken him on the
Sealman for five dollars for a pig has ' wing. I felt sometimes as though I j serve the mound above the water iine.”
been raised to five hundred, complete- wanted you both to suffer. That’s air “Ouch! You’re certainly careless
the clinic stuff. Do you know who 1 with your language, young fellow.”
was really with him that night?” | “But you have to have ir. That’s
ly wiping him out. Then he tries to
see Patsy, but learns that she is not
at home.
A week slips by and just before the!
You know I don’t,” returned Patsy, my price. It’s a little high, but it’ll
Nance tilted her head toward the compensate for some of the things
fatal day on which his property will, room they had just quitted, and the ( that crook agent of yours did to me.,
be forfeited Eddie is instrumental in 1 other girl’s eyes widened in surprise. By the way, I reserve that mound on '
Ford Transmission Bands are
the wholesale capture of all the rum
runners by the state police. Somewhat
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encouraged at this turn of affairs hC'di.yl He was a pretty weak sister, Pat. line.”
she began, and stopped. the southwest corner. It must be
Yes. He told me so just the other away above your proposed wqter
drifts in .to the tax office.
He let Eddie all but go to prison be- The dark youth waited patiently in
I cause he didn’t have the moral cour-! the outer office. When Eddie and Ma
CHAPTER XXIII
age to face his dad and the rest of lone came out, he approached the fo»--
Saved!
Eddie advanced a few steps and
paused uncertainly. The stranger
lowered the front legs of his chair and
prepared to rise. His late adversary
Scottdale. He hasn’t much moral
courage yet. But I’m working on
him.”
The color rose in Patsy’s cheeks.
She knew it was so. Many remarks
that Eddie had made, even while
scowled, but Nance smiled and said ? uard t in ^ h ' 9 sccrel fitted i n
Well, 1 see
cheerily, “Hello, Eddie
you made it after all.”
Made it ? He had made nothing
but a mess of it. Why had he come ,
here to be' laughed at by Nance En- p ^
cell and her companion, of all people?
And why was this other chap staring
at him so curiously?
“Eddie!”
He started quickly at his name,
called in those soft tones, and turned.
Patsy Jane stood in the doorway. She
was smiling and beckoning. He went
to her, wondering, and closed the door
behind him.
“Pve been watching for you all the
afternoon,” she said, smiling. “You
haven’t—any money?”
He shook his head bitterly. “Not
enough.”
“I know. Mr. Kinnane is attorney
for the bank. He knew about the rais
ed check and warned me your account
would be held up. Here
She thrust a roll of bills into his
hands. Amazed to the point of speech
lessness, he took it automatically. He
saw that the dear little face was pale;
that the warm little fingers were
stained purple.
and she had distrusted and disbelieved
him. She had joined irt the uncharity
of feeling toward Nance.
“I’trt sorry, Nance,” she said, sim
mer sulkily. “About that mound,
Forbes—” he began, but Eddie cut
him short.
“I’ll deal only with headquarters.
You know why.”
* * * *
It seemed to Eddie that, as he read,
Judge Randolph Perkins shifted his
thick white hand until it threw a sha
dow on his face, making its expression
impossible of interpretation. But when
he had quite finished, the jurist’s head
The hands on her shoulders begain went up and his big jaw was thrust
subtly caressing. “In a way you out.
weren’t to be blamed,” she smiled, j “This purports to be a confession
“Now that that’s off my chest, I’ll tell!by one Herman Libbey that he was
You know thatldrivi
you something else.
Sunday morning?”
I’d been hearing things. I heard
that Eddie was drinking hard and
headed straight for the bow-wows;
that he was going to lose his property;
and that you had left him under fire,
when he needed you the most. So I
went there to find out for myself and
to grab him if you’d been so foolish as
to cut him adrift.
“But I know Eddie pretty well—
I’ve told you that and I found out
that Dame Rumor was about 99 per
cent wrong. I saw that he had the
booze whipped. That while you were
away you hadn’t left him. And that
he thought the world of you. I revis
ed my opinion of you, Patsy. I had
thought you a little simpleton, with
out brains or character, mostly be-
Iriving the truck which collided with
“Where did you get it, Pat?” heicause that’s what I wanted to think.
asked, kissing the fingers.
ar motor car on the river road last
summer, causing the death of Mrs.
Maria Knowles,” he said, in meas
ured, colorless tones.
It is a certified copy of the con
fession,” Eddie corrected him, quietly.
The judge bowed. “So I see. Well.”
“It completely exonerates me. I
was convicted of manslaughter in your
court because of that accident.”
“Yes; the evidence—” ~ , -[
“Was mostly prejudice. I was real
ly convicted of taking a drink.”
“Granted that may be in a measure
true. What is your purpose in coming
to me? The press will publish this,
and you will be set right in the eyes
of the community.
Eddie leaned forward. “Judge,” he
said, “the newspapers published a
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