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Show THE SALT LAKE TRIBUNE,. SUNDAY MORNING, APRIL J3, N Jhe WANTED M.AiS5 Q&o Harris THE STORY THUS TAR. opposite tides of Lake Marmion, In art two kuga estates Bennington, owned by Me. Kenneth Stark, end Marmion, oicned by Gen. Bob Qeyton. Their otenere heve been at feud for many year. First there wee politi- I cal row, then bitter lamuit over boundary, then a duel thru left Me. Stark with tuff leg, while Gen. Clayton fled to Salamanca, in Latin America, with hit tiny ton Stuart. At tha ttory opens, old Uncla Nat, Maj. Stark t colored servent, it doxuig Jby the roadside when tiro constables ride up in an automobile. They have heard that Stuart Clayton hat returned to Marmion, and they question Uncle Nat, who it evasive. They alto question Fionas Ratilly, a creole, who, with hit beautiful wife, Adelaide, is the guest of Maj. Stark and hit lovely daughter Barbara. The conttablet have hand eufft with them, and are on a man hunt for Stuart. They leave after arranging a rendezvous with Uncle Nat and later with Uncle Nat teUt hit ttory at BenRazilly. nington Bouse and it causes Adelaide end Barbara to become strangely excited. They-- are hints of a mysterious tryst in the surrounding tha lake. T SECOND InItALLMENT. The Hem In (be Jungle. EANTIME old Nat kept fumbling and digging through' hi pocket, but found nothing more. Mr. Razilly, he Inquired, you never got dat blue colored letter what cornea evy day. " No. Raailly answered briefly, they Come from New York in. the later mail. ' Den 111 Je give des to de major, Nat aid. and hurried to the steps. Having delivered the majors paper and . otherwe discharged his fatiguing Anti. IInclaNat now exercised his privilege of sit- ting otrthe steps with the rest of the family, and moved close to the pillar beside which Dr. Humphreys sat. The doctor, an old time comrade of Gen. Clayton, would be inters ested in a cargo of new which Nat itched" to unload. For a long. time he eat and Itched and held his tongue. Tha restless Mr. Razllly kept striding along the gallery, halting now .and again, to. overhear - the girl attheir- low voiced chatter, while Major Stark burrowed in his chair and barricaded hlnjself behind g newspaper. Everybody appeared to be studying about something else, when old Nat tapped the doctors knee and whispered hi tidings: Doctor, two strange constables is hanging roun dls plantation " , Constables? Doctor Humphreys saw the negros agitation, and leaned forward to "gzackly, ly. " date of the Supreme court. Then he thumped the floor, and finished: So I got -- Barbaras landby back hqre. What did you Say?" Nothin much, sub, the Negro stuttered. . Nothin tail. Me an doctor was jes a jokin. Joking? You said something about Stuart Clayton? Nat looked surprised and Who, me? Lordee, major, you nevir heard injured. me speak no sech words. " Yes, I did. Out with it-- Tell it alt" Like a wary mule that doesnt mean to put his foot tn a hole, eld Nat felt his way along.1 ready ,to jerk back and retreat if he made a false step. Although Major Stark scowled -- most halting signal, bat savagely, he gavu-nmotioned for Nat to proceed, while Razllly keenly eyed him. You see, major, i was Uk dis, Nat beWhilst I gan his blundering explanation. was gittin you mall, two strangers corns riflin' Tong in a automobile, qulring for me to lead em to de back floor of Marmion. so Mister Stuart Clayton wouldn't 'spiclon dey was cornin. I Aggers it, major, dat dem constables is sot on grabbin' Mister Stuart Clayton. Then why the devil don't they go get him? Again Major Stark pounded his cans - cut her short. But Clayton is there, isnt he? the ere- - -ole questioned with such ardor as to remind old Nat that he had several times seen Mr. Huh! Major Stark snorted, and rose on his game leg to hobble mway from all such fairy tales. Florian, get ready. Its time to go for bass. Hurry, Nat; tell Neezer to run out the motor boat. Well have him tow us "down to the mouth of Lone Oak Slough Lons Oak? Barbara repeated with a startling gesture, and checking herself before , -- floor. Hes at Marmion. So dem niggers say, so dey say. No, sub, major, no, suh. Nat took a nimble back1 aint helt no talk wid dem ward step. Marmion niggers, not sence yo' duel. Duel?' Adelaide burst out, and Razllly on - the - House through pair of field glasses. "Dunno, Mister Razzle, he answered non committally; and Razilly would have further, pressed the witness if he hadnt caught - the 1aa wife and Barbara Stark. He saw Barbara grip his wife's arm to put her on guard, and -noted the amilf of comprehension with which reassured her friend. Now creole woman moved along the top step, nearer to Uncle Nat and to the major while she queried innocently: Uncle Nat, tell us about the duet" Old Nat Jumped as if somebody had fired a cannori, and passed the buck to Major Stark, himself declining to exhume that long taboo discussion of a political disagreement and a boundary litigation which had culml nated in pistols and punctilloua courtesy, and a crippled knee. Maybe Adelaide failed to understand, pr maybe she presumed upon being such a pretty woman, but even Bar-- , bars gasped a the glowing creole turned to her father and begged: , O, major, do tell me about your duel. I never beard anything so exciting Nothing to get excited about," the major's voice came gruff and brief, while the pacific Doctor Humphreys eat drumming on the arm of his chair and Barbara struggled to hold her tongui. It vas only Adelaide who did not feel the icy silenoe which melted before the fire in her face. For Major Kenneth Stark surprised everybody by getting redder, to the top of his 'bald bead, as ha told about a hostile meeting on the lake bank, and all details of th lawsuit between himself and Clayton from the beginning to a final man- - mgTOS?rtIatKKari48sefeIeeri k 1 law every Inch of it to the burnt cypress After I beat him, Clayton bundled up his brat and left the country. Where did he go? " The Adelaide kept asking questions in spite of Barbaras nudges "Went to a place called Sals-- menace in Central America. "And rained a lot of trouble, Florian Razllly spoke before he thought, then shrugged his' shoulders when everybody looked at him. "That is Ive heard he did in a general way, For one moment Adelaide glanced questioningly at her husband with a puckering of her brows as if she were tring to remember something; but Florian scowled so fiercely that she turned again to Major Stark. O, Adelaide ex major, claimed, clasping her plump lit tie hands and gazing upward into his face. So this young 'man who nas just some back, hes the eon of the general with whom you fought the duel? How romantic! , t " Romantic?" Barbara laughed at outright the romantic language that her father would use should he catch his daughter on the lake bank, meeting this ardent young exile from the tropics. It sounds like a fairy tale." Adelaide in- - him.Come -th- e--young si -- Yea-terda- y hear. N? - ' " suh. Nat answered breathlessDey must be mighty high constables, from de blggity way dey conduct deirselvea." What do they want? seekin ter somebody, an powful De sot on gittin him. Whom do you think they are after? the doctor inquired, If Nat had suspected Major Stark of listening behind his newspaper he would never have dared mention the forbidden name. But the major seemed engrossed in reading, so Nat wriggled closer to Doctor Humphreys, and his voice rose with excitement: , " Dey1 flxln- - to grab Mister Stuart Clayton." Suddenly the majors paper fell, and two stern gray eyes bored old Nat through and" through as Major Stark demanded: Whats that, Whats that?" Nat bounced up as if the steps were too hot to sit on, and started to dodge around a corner of the house, when the boss stopped ' t, -- K trampled ground, where his restlessness had ing for soma Negro on his plantation. I'd made a narrow clearing for himself beside tua better be thinking about th forty varieties box of feed. of .Cain that father would raise if be susia aho fa puckcullar! the bewildered pected me of flirting with a Clayton. " What a romance?' . Negro mumbled. Dey hitches dathoss her ' U Romance? It start a riot tn th Stark an dey feeds dat hoes here. How come? family. We must be careful. This afternoon Im nacherly bleeged to find out about tha men will be fishing so near our log. dls, he determined, and turned to follow s roundabout path toward the rear of Marmion' O! O! her creole face lost a shade of its House. ' color as Adelaide suggested, Wed better For a while the old Negro hung back. in the not go. brush, blinking and smiling at hia memories. f Go? Certainly we shall go. But if your He saw a tat, black cook sitting Just outside husband and my father go there, too. we her door, keeping the flies in circulation with may have an adventure. a palmetto fan and scolding at her naked f . Adventure? Ugh! Adelaida shivered at . children, whq wallowed in the dust like par her fascinating peril, and cuddled closer to irldgea Lazy hounds lounged in th shade, . Barbara. With all French Intuition and ignorant of an alien presence, and even the curiosity, the envied the more fortunate girl, wily guineas raised no alarm. Queer doings and sighed, "O dear, it's wonderful for a might be afoot amongst the whitq folks, but woman to have her romance. no hint of unrest showed up in Marmlon's Why Adelaide' Barbara clasped an arm around her friend. You have your romance: t back yard. And yet, despite the mellowing ' influence of a vanished day, old Nat could you married your lover. not dislodge the nippers and the saddled 4 " Not so.. Adejaide promptly denied both horse from hfs mind. statements. t No sound came from the 'great house: no t It waa paradoxical- - how - circumspect this -fees looked out from any window. By noise- convent girl could be in certain matter, and less maneuvers, without shaking bush, old how astonishingly frank In others Facta t could Nat gained a position from which-lof nature to which Barbara would never I. recon saw. noi he ter where front the gallery, allude In the presence of a man, the creole discussed ...with startling candoryand then, f Mr. Bart Scurry, the big faced manager, ' This leaning silently against a column,Adelaide would be virtuously shocked et the American girl riding in her car, alone with a. - should not have aroused suspicion for Mr. 7 Bart wag a chronic leaner when he wasn't boy whom she had known all of her life. busy doing something els. But la manner The two were bred in different atmospheres, In which he leaned made old Nat lookJ and Adelaide now emphasized their differ-- t sharper, and get a hunch that Mr. Bart wssj ence by making no concealment of a situaswered. . Intently watching th road. t tion which Barbara would have buried in her himself VT when showed Instant Nat the At Tom Yandell? At mention of this once own heart. Mr. Scurry detected him and hurried down familiar name Major Stark glanced up. ' For some time Adelaide remained silent the steps, advancing in the manner of a T, "Tom told you that? before the spoke again with and thinking sentinel." When be fec&gfilzed th innocent Yes- .- He had already established himself French directness. O, maybe one affair. Invader the tense lines softened in Scurrys in Salamanca when Bob joined him, and they Maybe after a while Florian be come. Flo--" face and be hailed Nat loud enough for any , became associated in various enterprises , rtan he get provoked and kill my lover, per-Three, years ago Tom visited New Orleans - haps. , But that la too aad, too sad. Her ,- person within th house to hear. It lm-old Nat that Mr, Bart waa talking I went down to see him and he told me how pressed to such dwell refused bubbling vivacity upon for the ears of ether folks inside. Bob Clayton used to sit staring at the sea a sadness. Changing her tone, the caught Hello! Scurry called out. Its Uncle . and wishing to be back at Marmion, And Barbara's hand and asked: My dear, what come from? Hows Wheres Nat Stark. you Bob always spoke fit you as if no difference does your lover call you? He does not know ,, ' at Benntngton? your name. You must have a nom damour. - everything Fine, Mr. Bart, fins Ua got a nice stand Bure! I have a bully nom damour. o cotton, but a littla ahower wouldnt burt." Barbara answered complacently, ' My nom Well, inquired tha manager, what damour la Adelaide. , over here? you brings " What! My name! th ton of Mr. Bart la tv It sounded strange, " Yes, tbe flrst name I could recall ta a " speaking those words. During the general's hurry: Now, dont fly off the handle Ilka day nobody on Marmion had ever questioned;- $ that. It just 'popped out accidentally. why Uncle Nat bad come or how long hewe were sitting together on the log, meant to stay. They juet hollered for him and It' seemed too comical to hear him say to light and hitch and come In, it was mighty Miss, Miss, when all of a sudden he shot nigh dinner time. But from th short word the question: You must have s beautiful et Mr. Scurry Uncle Nat felt compelled to, t name- .- What la It? He took me by aur- state his business. prise. I couldnt think of any name except Mister Bart be explained. ye nigger house youra and the Mandy isnt girla. a sayin dat Mister Stuarts don comejl keeps poetic, so I told him Adelaida home. So I jes lowed to ramble ever ant With all dramatic effect the creole sat set a while wid him. down beside Barbara and whispered; " Sure, sure. Mr. Clayton's to the houee."' Florian had a secret motive to visit here. etlU kept his voir upraised. " Wait Scurry A motive? " Barbara wondered. People here. Nat, and HI tall him who you are. generally visited Bennington because they O, Stuart," Scurry shouted from the door, liked it. Its Uncle Nat, old Nat Stark. j? " Adelaide tell He Yes, " Who? a mans voice called out from the-spoke jerkilly. me nothing. I guess Many times you invite front room. ua, Florian always say no. He could not , You remember Uncle. Net Stark? From leave his bank. Last Sunday tha Salamanca Bennington? Uaed to go fishing with him 'm our house. They have much consul dined when you were a boyF business together. I hear him apeak with Ye. O, yes, the velce agreed. Then Florian the name of Clayton, Clayton. . Nat could hear a whispering behind the shut-te- r, After consul he go, Florian say to me, Miss before the voice spoke again. - Barbara Stark live near General Clayton Uncle Nat to wait, it said. ITU.j ""Ten Then I reply to him Ye old home? come out. Florian give me hia order. Telegraph Mlaa Th loyal old duck legged Negro had pad- d w Stark we com to viait her at once. So died across Lake Marmion and fought- - his iL. arrive, and Florian never imagine I know hi way through thickets In the serene faith of have ona other affair than to catch am til a welcome. Whatever else might be happen- fishea. lng, the Claytons were always proud to see What affair, can he have? Barbara their friends And Uncle Nat likewise bad a 4 could imagine no bualneaa that might bring notion that he could serve hia friend, by , the young New Orleana banlier to their home him wise to Mr. Foxyjaw. No five' putting "That I do not know. Adelaide gave a dollar bill in cash, nor twenty in prospect, t could induce old Nat to keep hi mouth shut ahrug to deprecate her ignorance. " But It concerns Mr. Clayton. whilst foreign constables were contriving to . Well." Barbara decided, if Mr. Claytm grab Mr. Stuart Clayton, knowa anything about it U make him tell Bart Scurry didnt let Nat out of his sight, , me." and he didn't sit down. H stood up, eyeing.; you will, never-- tU, Florian, never,--nevethe door and talking loud vs If to drown a " nevet ' whispering that came from behind the shut-- ' ters. Old Nat sat listening for th whis-Heavens, no' Florian and I - not conCome along now. There go th fidential. pers, yet pretending to laugh as Jir. Scurry, men. W must ride, quickly. retold many pranks of Stuart Claytons hoy. hood. And'Mr. Scurry hollered so loud as to i Together they raced up th front step; convince Uncle Nat that ho was really shout- through the wide open hallway they saw their three fishermen go flnling out of the ing for the benefit of somebody else. Over his right shoulder he plainly aaw,. back gate to the wharf at which Neezera Howdy Mr. Stuart, howdy" Mr. Razllly, fishing near th sonth end of the, motor boat lay mocred taid Uncla Nat. But the "Now, they'9 "I.,. Barbara fa e lake, alone in hia boat, and. occupying th one position which commanded a View flushed with anticipation. " Hurry, Adelaide, young white man never offered We must ride much farther today, porch. Again the Negro wondered f hurry! shake hands. to and approach from th low and. If w why Rasllly had kept gating across th wi-,- 1 ter through his spy glasses, why he talked travel along our same old road your husband with Marmion tenants, and why he had had ever come between." may see ua" Unlike the two young ladies, old Nat While the gray bearded mediator talked on stopped the constable's auto. Nat kept studying mighty hard until his Stark newr tarried to change into riding and on he scanned the othera face. Beneath attention was recalled by a tread In the; the tightening of Starka lips, beneath the togs, neither did he consume time by powderstubborn gleam of bla eye, Humphreys read ballway, and he saw a man, the man whom, ' ing his nose, as Adelaide had don with fas Mr. Foxyjaw had led him to expect. It was his wavering thought, even though the tidlous care; nor in sprinkling hia handkera tall, swarthy man, with tiny black mui- - , chief with a suggestion of new mown hay,' as major said: tache and goatee, wearing the khaki " Barbara always did. It waa her distinctive "That'S al rot.' Rot breeches, light gray coat, and flop brimmed u perfume. Uncle Nat paid no auch tributa to But you cant refuse to1 believe what Tom hat of the constables description. hia personal pulchritude H tarried for nothTandeli gays? O, Stuart, said Mr. Scarry as th young" ; ing, but slunk Immediately out of sight until Of course not, but Tom was too inferman halted uncertainly at tha threshold. Neezers motor boat had towed the white nally sentimental. Stuart, heres your old friend. Unde Nat folks beyond all possibility of their shouting Then Humphreys leaned forward and Stark from Bennington." back a Job for him to tackle. touched the hand of hia friend. Ken. ha Then Nat rose up from the top step, a Dont cling to this grudge. Dont Nobody could paddle a dugout with the pleaded. pathetic figure whose wistful gaze wa seek skill and speed of thla dexterou old Negro, Hate is worse than death to a man like you. to peer through this grown man and see - r- who shovel off from Bennington wharf and ing It sours his very soul, once more the romping lad that be had.' steered northward, keeping well out of Rot! the major retorted. loved. Neezera return course in the motor boat. And there was a time when you would 6tuart? Howdy7 He For rvatdidn't want to risk being given ;Howdy, Mister Thsve grven your rtght erm to make up wlth band cm his breeches in anticipation dpe Bob - Dont yotr remember?"'! was here on "" wood chopping contract. By the time of the cordial grasp which should set aU , laide and Barbara had mounted tbelr horse th night before Bob left. You had your doubts at rest. horse saddled to ride to Marmion, But you they could see Nats solitary figure ylnglng lacked the moraf courage Instead of telling, Jt flUthUOTML b f 1ilm'h6w you feit, you walked up and down ne,sy Pf1" v" lng his fishing pole and displaying It con- ,Y! , to fasten , by old upon Mr. Scurry. room as all of shake advertisement dont aq splcuously upright, .your night long. No, Mr. all That's , right, Stuart, 8curry as- your bead; I heard you. Next morning Bob angling intentions. You remember Uncle Nat aured him. was gone. , Green young willows, like a semi subStark Not a word of truth in it! Not a word merged forest, grew far into the water on the i! Uncla Of the remember I course, Pat, The gruff old major got up to leave, but Docwestern banks, and nary perch fed In hiding man air of with the young daring assented, tor Humphreys caught his arm and begged Into this concealment old place beneath. anybody to contradict him. Let me go to Marmion and invite th boy JNat plunged the prow of his canoe, then Uncle Nat, Scurry corrected. here. Then we can find out what his troufurled his Ashing pole and began paddling I mean Uncle Nat. So this la Uncle Sure, ble la the With swiftly among treetops. strong, Nat? Now he turned to look at th Negro. sure strokes he urged his dugout through th Dont want to find out The major Suttingly, Mister Stuart; auttlngly. Pi Jerked away, stalked across the gallery, and greenery toward a point on shore from which The Negro is me-- I never is fergot you. an ancient path led to the rear of Marmion wheeled at the threshold. May Humphreys. smile. It-- , to tried and up stood. expectantly I invite none but friends to this bouse. And House. There he stepped out and secreted for Mr. Stuart not to 9 seemed strange mighty his canoe. Id just as soon be friendly with a Repubshake hands, but just to sit in a rocking '"Not ten feet away, in the densest, darkest lican. Get ready now, Im going fishing chair and aak: brake, be heard what sounded like the tramDoctor Humphreys continued to emile a "Well, old man, what did you want with ., he heard th major's cane go thumping ple of. a bear. Being hemmed in so tight. me? Then Nat run. couldn't his in snorted. the first time For eometing through hallway. The tone waa utterly devoid of sympathy " Nothin but a boss, the Negro felt easier. years they had discussed the Claytons, and or comprehension It took th starch out of Huh' dat boss is wussed scared dan what I he was making progress In being tolerated Uncle Nat, who eased himself down again on T was. Wonder how come he done strayed Safely hid from all spying husbands, th the top step and leaned against a column J down here? 'Taint no bosses belongs here! excited young creole could scarcely wait Nobody spoke a word, Mister Scurry kept until she and her accomplice had seated Curiosity led him through the brake to where 1 one eye on the road, while th other he found the horse, a blazed face, stocking themselves behind a screening gardenia. watched Nat with,- vlalble anxiety. Both foot sorrel, frequently- - ridden by Mr, Bart Then she whispered eagerly: white men aeemed- waiting for whatever th " He's th. man that we've been meeting. 8curry, the manager of Marmion. It would black man might do, and this sensation gave . ? have been mysterious enough to discover the I Ju t know it Nat th fidgets Once, when he turned hia sbrrel in such a jungle at ail, but It made Nat Of course be is. Barbara agreed with head, he felt sure that another pair of eyea ' a found most astounding composure. But aren't that the animal study heap when he were spying upon him from lnalda tha par-'.- , waa saddled and bridled ready to ride you dreadfully worried about tliose officer? lor window, peering out through the blind Adelaide shuddered at th very thought. Moreover, th sorrel stood hitched, and bad if A word expressed BarConstables? To be continued. probably remained bitched for several days; baras contempt. They are probably look ICoprrifM. 1823: Br Harris Plcksexl anybody could tell that by a glance at the 1 -- . Diclcsonj said. He argued that you had reached an Incorrect conclusion on free silver - ... that I hadnt the gumption to understand a financial proposition!" Nobody els would have dared laugh at Kenneth Stark as old Matt Humphreys laughed Honest, Ken? Honest? Right her In the bosom of the family, wont you admit that our ideas are Just a trifle buy on international finance? The major emphasized his Maybe so. statement by another whack. But 1 was right." No matter who was right," his friend insisted in s tone which expressed s lifetime of regret, political differences never justify s quarrel between two lads who were reared like brothers. That first set you crossways. So gallant Bob Clayton died in exile because be couldnt bear to look across this lake at a constant reminder that he had shot his old comrade of the First Mississippi.. And he did not want to rear bis son In an atmosphere of revenge. , Thrice the major winced and tried to mutter something, but only held himself more rigid, with every Una of his figure denying Doctor Humphrey a said. Thats true, Ken. and you know It. Bob Clayton deserted Marmion, so that his son would net grow up with the' nightmare of having enemies. Bob wanted Uttle Stuart to feel that the whole world wa hia friend.- "Matt, whered you get all that Sunday school stuff? Major Stark blurted out. "Tom Yandell told me. the doctor an- ONMississippi, k 1922. sisted. , Adelaide s grilling h fud out e.v.M of the major, end Jlm' tlUi dUful dauhter ,uttered rJ'ld but 8at 5ht!IT5?.k!T part of the performance, but when her father intimated that he would fish near the mouth of, Lone Oak Slough thq girl changed countenance- - and tried to appear quite nonchalant as she inquired: s Yoi are going to Lone Oak? Yes, daughter. But I thought you wdr trying th upper end of the lake this afternoon. " No. Neezer thinks that silver baas will be feeding across th lower bar. O! The bar. That made all the difference in th world, and Barbara settled back with a sigh of satisfaction; for she knew that from th lower bauTher father and' Adelaide's husband could not aee a certain log in a certain little glade which was their try sting place. Come on, Adelaide, she said and sprang up gayly. Again Florian Razllly detected th byplay between the two conspiring women, as Adelaide followed Barbara and they strolled away together. Aa the whispering girls sauntered away to lose themselves amongst the shrubbery. Florian Razilly eyed hi wife with vague suspicion, while Major Kenneth Stark wriggled deeper in his chair and got wrathier every minute. It made him hot In th collar to think how that creole woman had pried into his personal affairs; and ha felt even more V -- i indignant at himself for answering her. Ken, inquired Dr. Humphreys, when the restless Razilly bad gone inside , Ken, have you hekrd anything about why young Clay" , ton came home?" Not a word. None of my dambuslnesa. At the flash old Nat dodged out of range and stood listening for thunder. But it was lees of a clap than Doctor Humphreys ex pected no ladies being present so he dared call down another. Im going to get bold of that boy, and see If hes In trouble. he said quietly. Certainly, he is. snapped the major. Those Claytons were born for trouble - During the past ten minutes Major Stark's bald pate had been glowing like a ripe tomato, and was just beginning to cool off when Matt Humphreys fired it again. He " Sit down1 a moment.' frying' let's have a little talk. choking a propensity to enjoyed ' the doctor-urge- , Having already sweated through his cross examination from Adelaide, the exasperated Wattttfit!tamt;fithg'mdhrwanf 'hfaJtdrn to talk; he wsnted to and be let - go fishing, . alone. Talk about what? be demanded. - Nothing- - in- - particular, - Humphreys nodded toward a chair, Sit down." ( Doctor Matthew Humphreys was one of those strong nlMwho preferably gain a point by conciliation, without resorting to their latent force, unwillingly the major obeyed him, sticking out his stiff leg and gripping the head of his cane as he sat bolt upright to gag at some bitter medicine. Ken, hia tormentor began. " Ken. don, you think these old animosities should be forgotten? Forgotten? How can I forget? Look at my leg. But in every quarrel Yes, I know. theres always a Uttle right on both sides Not a bit.- - Clayton was wrong, dead wrong The courts said so But that boundary could have been adjusted U you hadnt g6t so buUheaded. "Me? Bullheaded? Yes. And you might have accepted Claytons assurance that he meant no personal offense by hi speech at Issaquena courthouse. Didnt he speak plain enough for any fool to understand? Stark used hts can a S' a safety valve and kept pounding the floor while Doctor Humphreys continued: I was present and heard what Clayton v. -- - - - f , -- ' J |
