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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
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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
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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.
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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