The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1897-04-16

for Howell and bigger men besides.
Then, too, the storekeeper was fairly
sure of his ground. He had taken opin-
ion of Judge Graball, the first lawyer
in Oldbridge, in the very beginning of
things, and Graball had said, getting
clean hundred dollars for the saying,
that in Mr. Topmark's hypothetical case
right might lie on one side. Law was
certainly on tho other. If wife had not
quitclaimed property held jointly or
bought in her behalf, no sure title pass
ed to its purchaser. Her children or
children's children were entitled to re-
cover not only the land itself, but rea-
sonable rent for it, this all the more if
they had lived out of the state and
naturally in ignorance of their rights.
That condition indeed made the statute
of limitation imperative. Holders of
such land could set up only adverse pos
session and plead in equity innocent
purchase. Even if they avowed that
there had been quitclaiming in the orig
inal transaction to establish such avowal
legally they must submit the deed or q
| record of it or an exact and attested
transcript Of the original.
"An thar amt mare scratch ter be
| found er sech er paper, not in none CT
the county records, Mr. Topmark had
said, rubbing his hands as he rode away.
He repeated it with JUNCTION, inly, when
he saw the lawyer, sleek and flaxen, his
chair tipped comfortably back against
pillar Of the porch and Teddy Barton
gazing at him with open eyed admira-
tion. Teddy had indeed paid the man
from town the compliment Of his life by
remaining silent full five minutes while
the other talked. He had even admitted
to his inner consciousness that there
was one more man in the world could
tie cravat with as much style as Ted
dy himself. But of that Mr.. Topmark
reckoned nothing. He was too rapt in
his own concerns. "Now, Rob, my dar-
ling" he was saying to himself, 81
hope you'll be sensible an gimme er
chance ter settle this yere business the
way like Eff you but knowed it, my
gal, you amt got no show without me.
Thar amt hoof ner horn you kin SELL
The whole crap, eff it was in the barn,
wouldn't fetch er hundred dollars. An
thar's the ole man. You wanter keep
him in cotton wool. You're err fool fer
that, but be hanged Ell don't love you
better jest because er sech foolishness.
Jack Talbot is better ter look at n me,
but you won't take him, not eff you're
sensible. But you amt sensible. don't
believe / want you ter be neither. Eff I
thought you'd take me fer what I've
got, wouldn't be nigh SO mad after
you. I'd ruther sorter make you take
me an then coax you inter lovin me than
ter have you drap i'll my mouth because
er what kin give you"
He had been silently soliloquizing in
front of his dead wife's fine, big bureau.
Looking himself carefully over in the
mirror, he half sighed, stroked his stub
bly, mustache, then all at once sat sud-
denly down, with all odd, smothering
or two, but left him white and shaken.
81 mus put er stop ter that he said
hoarsely. "The ole WITCH Black Sam
had spells like that all winter befo' he
died. an the niggers all said he was con-
jured.
AS he went out on the porch Luley
dropped her beloved crochet work and
sided up to him, saying, with an air of
WEAKNESS, Pepper, femme 60 with
you ter Aunt Sarah's ternight?"
"Hey! Have you set out too? Who air
you castin' sleeps eyes at?" Mr.. Top
mark asked, laughing, glad to have any