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QPJM||KI^P ? '* 5 ,lf THE BARN WELL PBDPLE4IEHTIHEL, BARNWELL, SOUTH CABOUNA THUBBOAT. SEPTEHBBR IS, ItJT ] i'll chIan At ‘ ^ive T-rtou^AN*3> Dot-LAW 5 ^FWOM MV ,<>'£''Pant3 ticket Tb M^OT+^tW ‘■’PAHTTS ’Poc.K'er. An 1 1 Tlf 61/ 'T'HOU6AwD 3>OLL.vi?3 T^OM 'TtfA OTHeTR T^niT^ TtocKrr t*His 1 r pAMT5 'ToOK'ETl y i J - • voice rose to a shput. “You know how I hate booze, but you brought it here. I suppose you figured on a spree yourself. I’ve ^ notion tt> give you what I gave him.” He advanced, his arms wtavingr “Well, maybe you can, but you’ll (CONTINUED ON PAGE SEVEN.) I 7^ Michael J. Phillips Illustrations by Hsmy J^y Loo Copyright Mlsbasl V. PK^llip* -- '■ / RsUmoS thru VuMlahar* Autooutr Service-, Gasoline O \ \ Plus THE LEADING CHARACTERS Kdison Forbes, a young resident ct Scottdale with an inherent craving for liquor, is hold for the death of a woman who has been killed by a boot legging truck. Circumstatniul cnvi- denoe points to Forbes srd rath er' than tell the truth of the episodts which would clear him but cast anether friends into bed light, he stands trial and is senten ced to a long term In prison. The governor of the state, an old friend of Eddie’s father, believes him inno cent and pardons him shortly after his arrival at the jail. Back in Scott dale he and PATSY JANE, hia -trusting wife, acreee that public sfntiimnt again, t hkn ■ too strong so they migrate up north to some land that has been in the family for years. While there they form the acquaintance of ISAIAH SEALMAN, a shifty neighbor who is rfhxious to buy their Eddie learns that the back nodded at the truck. “Well, they say this stuff is good for stock, salt in it, you know. So I was getting some for the cattle at Encell’s.” “At Encell’s?” * "Yea. I’m visiting over there, you know?” Eddie regarded him speculatively. “Well, of course I’d like to see Kn- cell’* stock do well,” he said mildly. “But wouldn’t it be courteous to ask me first about the stuff?” . The sneer in the young man’s smile became more pronounced. “Why should I ask you? You loae this place on tax-title the first ot next month. I’m already the owner. I bobght the title from the Brower estate by tele graph two days ago.” "The Brower estate?” echoed Ed die, puttied. “Sure, you don’t know what’s go ing on under your own nose.” was the contemptous retort. “Old Brower died suddenly, and the family doesn’t care about this northern Michigan amount to over e.ght hundred estate idea of hia. All hi* tax titles dollars but a* he has five months to were put on the market. I got this, pay he decides to refuse Sealman’s offer of 11200 wid try and get Anal title to his property—Sealman’s offer having led him to think it very valua ble. But things do not go well. Ed die chinks heavily from acme boot legger’s potions, is forgrven by Patsy, hut soon after falls in with the same gang, get* drunk, and wakes up in a freight car in Chicago—many miles away. Stricken with remorse he re- to his cabin but finds his wife left and hi her place a ruffian, who him out. A fight enauea in which Eddie finally knocks his op ponent cold. After ejecting the intruder finding that -he »<*«ns to be in league with Seal man, Eddie goe< to Long Portage and sees Patsy, who is working for breath was like a distillery. He got away with that dirt after all. Oh, well, I guesa he paid for it” He grin ned. Abaerrtmindedly he picked up an empty sack, one which had been left and which had been overlooked. A name and address were printed on it in black letteta. He whistled wh?n their significance came to him with the others. 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 bunkhoust. “Get your dirty traps together, Forbes, and make tracks,” snarled the big man. “Why, Mr. Davenant, what’s the master?" asked Eddie, hi surprise. “Matter?” echoed Davenant, doubl ing his flrts, snd Eddie noted that the formidable knuckles were barked, “matter? You’ve been giving liquor to Millig, that's all.” Millig, another farmhand, had man aged heretofore to keep his pdiatiosia from notice of theowner. But he had, seemingly, been careless, had bei thrashed when he grew impudent, and Efficient Service j Insures . / * I * _ \ a Complete Satisfaction! Announcing a change in the management of the Gulf Refining Company's tank station at Barnwell, 1 take this opportunity of advising the trade that it will be my pleasure to render quick and satisfactory service at all times. Having had years of experience in the garage and service station business, 1 feel that 1 am in a position to serve the gasoline trade in this section in a manner second to none and will be glad to continue to serve old customers and make new friends. If you are not now serving your retail brand of • customers with, our So. really I have more right here than you.” "L/aten. kid,” rtmtmanded Eddie,'discharged, quietly. "You’re off—away off. Yoo ( “But I didn’t give him liquor, haven’t any right here until aft*r tested Eddie. pro- the firat 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 steal ing my property.” The lean-jawed expressman rub bed his bristles nervouply. “Don’t blame mo, Mr. Forbes," he epleaded. “He said he owned this when he hired me.” Eddie 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 Kinnane, a lawyer. She announces you get three hundred and fifty dol that* she will not join him until he definitely quits drinking. Determin ing to comply, he finds a job with Davenant, a rancher, and for several weeks abstains from the bottle that cheers. But one Sunday, Eddie walks on the lake trail, and encounters a series of truck smuggler^. Among them he recognizes his “friends” who shanghaied him to Chicago—notwith- standirig, Forbes hails them in greet- atig. CHAPTER XIX Just Dessert A light truck was standing near the Bear on the side of the mound—the Bear which he and Pat had noticed the first day of their journey of ex ploration. Two men were busily at | the moitior-tramp work, scraping and shoveling o the Bour-smelling earth into sacks which they loaded onto the truck. One of them was the Long Portage express man. Eddie’s face hardened at sight xrf the other. It was his companion of the night of the accident, the youth Who had so cravenly deserted to avoid 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 !ffant remark. fj “Have to be to keep my farm from carried away. What’s the big i?" “You mean—this?" The youth lars 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 because you don’t dare show your face in Scottdale. Why you escaped being a jailbird because that old crook of a governor pardoned you. So don’t get fresh with me.” “So that’s it, eh?” was Eddie’s com ment. “Well, I don’t think those few e acks of earth are worth much. But you'll leave them, just the same. Un load.” The youth’s reply wag to drop his shovel and rush, a scowl on his weak, dark face. Eddie met him with a straight right hander thlat puffed the loose lips. < As a fight it did not com pare with the fierce battle against This adversary had neither the courage, the strength nor the resolution of the wanderer. His eyes were blackened, and jhiis nose bleeding, though he bed scarcely left a mark on Eddie, when he turned his back and clamored onto the truck. ‘ “All right, you big bully!” he com plained. “I’ll have the laugh when the sheriff ft rows you off. You pot your foot on here and 111 shoot you like a dog. YA, I will!” he raved, as the expressman! started the thick. “And you keep away from Nance En- cell. or I'll drill you anyway.” “You did. Dcsv’t Us to me.” “I tell you I didn’t,” returned Ed die, sharply. “Well he got It from you. it.” “He didn’t. I—” he began, and re called the bottle in his suitcase. “Hah!" growled Davenant at his hesitancy. “You’d better admit it." Eddie entered the bunkl)ouae. His suitcase open, lay in the middle of the IWe. The buttle was gone.* He re turned to the outside. “You’r$ right, Mr. Davenant,” he acknowledged. “There was some liquor in my bag, and it’s gone. I didn’t give it to him, or tell him—’ l ^ "Buit you had it.” The owner’s Gasoline and Oils get in touch with me at once and I will have a pump. installed in short order. j • * Hoping that our future business relations will be mutually profitable, I remain, Yours for service, . • Gulf Refining Co. Barnwell, S. C. “So that’s it?” mused Eddie. “I -eir/srtbcr he always dP.d like her. Of course, be wouldn’t have bean so nasty if it hadn’t been for boose. His