The evening world. [volume] (New York, N.Y.) 1887-1931, 1912-12-21
The Coming of the Law
THE TWO-CUN NAN" Cyealesf Novsi
By Charles Alden Settler

bsslds Wstkins's dssk. stin sslf-pss-
sssssd. the mocking smile stin on biz
facA though into hls eyes he'd come .
doubting. wesrieA e1peesslen. P1aia.y
he had not anticipated such drastic g.
ton from Allen.
The latter iaushsA srsmiy. suissy.
sort Of unsxDsetsd. wasn't Il. Bihr' no
said. sA1ressine Duniavsy. ''it amt juss
the SORT Of politics you've been used 20.
But Tn kind q used to Il myself. liad
70 pull ths sAms game off over IN
Cellar Csunty when I was runnin' Ear
eheriR the drst time. II worked, soo,'
bscause the folks thaa was mixed - IN
IL knowsd I wasn't ringing In any bluiR."
Iie looked at Duniavsy with . level.
steady ease. Ais eyes cleaning oeiliy.
II you think I'm eiu6Ang new. shlsp
eor some one Of your plusuG,iss % hast
into thas came. ia sort Of IKE % IT
on my campaign guns Into yeus llEty
punlav'y's eyes cleaned - h. issssl
II don't thin&' you weusl try % vssH
quietly. "You've took me by Nnspgson
that's fact hut sst's ct Apwn .
business. Waste your Gamss''
reckon that's . ssaabis vay =
look 1t H." returned Alien Oveoly.
That's the way I sxpsetsd you'd jock
~ u when you begun % real1so that
WAS holding ssms pretty $50 oaR16L
Lnere amt nothing personal - eAlD:
TO got It.
Il want you to understand that n
running this gams Tonight. ana IN run-
ming II square. II get enough vstes
I'm going TO % the asz4 sheriff. MI
don't get enough votes Bill Watkin6al
DO 1t. But the votes are 0olnG - -
real votes. amt figuring On lstt1n9
your gang pack In here and ksse NJ
friends from voting.
table. Then Norton win open the deer
and let one man come IN. That man VIII
vote for whoever no pleases. Then NJ.
Hollis Will lot him out the back door
and Norton will lot another man n TIE
front. There won't BE- any row.
I'm telling You that you and Nm
Watkins and Greasy are going to ct
to stand behind you with one Of my
guns tucked under yoor fifth rib. n
you. or Watkins. or Greasy let out .
yawp that can be construed A. Q signal
for any one to bust into the game. or
u there's anything started by your
friends which amt your doing. I'm
going TO pump six chunks Of lead into
u
with one another going through. reck-
on you get me. That ends the palaver."
He arose. snatched Dunlavey's hat
from his head. placed II on the tAbls.
and walked behind punlavey, standing
against the wall.
open the door," he directed. looking
at Norton.
called: Ono man al q time There
were some hoarss shouts from without
presumably from Dunlavey's friends; a \
chorus OF derisive laughter from Aliens.
Then the FIRST man entered.
II was Ace. The poet stood for an In
slant blinking at the light Their he
grinred as his gsxs rested on the Sccu-
pants Of the room. lie was dirsctes how
to cast his ballot. Ae took the piece Of
paper that was given him by Morton.
scraried ALLEN" across It with . pencil
that Norton had previously placed on
the table and dropped the paper into
door for him. but he halted on the thresn-
old. looking back into the room with .
broad grin.
''0ee!" he said In an awed tone; "thsrs
must have been q wsd of money blowed
In In this here town to-day! DRINKS!
Man alive. there amt nothin' but
drunks. the towns reelin' with 'emi
They're lsyin In the street: there's .
dozen In the Silver Dollar an that many
more In the Fashion-an' nobody knows
how many more In the other saloons
Their heads 10 under the tables: they're
hangin' on the walls an clawin AROUND
In ns-gle-or-i-ously, be-uti-fu4D
paralyzed!'
Go BE continusdl