Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-24

convinced that there was a good
deal to Morrissey's theory.
There were two reasons why Long
Toms line of argument appealed to
the newspaper man. In the first
place, he saw the ingredients of an
other bangup story for The Geor-
gian, and in the second place At
lanta had opened to be insufferably
hot just at that time and he was
casting about for an excuse to get
away from the Office for a brief pc
Rod.
Farnsworth put in the evening
learning all there was to learn about
Forrest Cain, and then laid wires to
keep covered on the movements of
that person. His method of proce-
dure was to get in touch with Whis-
ky mot the alcoholic beverage, but
the colored man employed by the At
lanta Baseball Club. Whisky, being
a somewhat important parsonage
among his coterie, fixed things up so
that Farnsworth, through devious
channels that led up to George, the
colored valet of Cain, would receive
daily reports of the man he was trail =
ing, and in addition he would be in
formed whenever Cain was to leave
town. Then, having arranged things
at his office, he laid back and waited
for something to break.
On Cain s Trail.
Farnsworth had not long to wait.
Four days after he set out to run
down the Forrest Cain Clew he re-
ceived word through his underground
route that the man under suspicion
would leave town next morning by an
early train, destination unknown.
Farnsworth sat in a taxicab sta
toned within 100 feet of Gains home
from until s.: 80 o'clock on the fol-
lowing morning before Cain issued
forth, without bag or baggage, and,
jumping into his car which had been
sent around from the garage, was
driven to the depot. The newspaper
man followed along behind, but was
not quick enough to reach the ticket
office in time to learn Gains destina-
ton. He trailed his man into a pas
senger coach and dropped into a seat
ten feet behind him.
The train started and the conduc-
tor began his pilgrimage to collect
fares. Not knowing where he was
going, Farnsworth paid cash fare
from station to station. and before
long he had a pocket full of rebate
slips. They Travelled several hours
before Cain made a move. Then he
alighted at a small place Farnsworth
had never heard Of. Just as the train
started again the newspaper man
jumped off, and, lighting a cigarette,
kept his eyes on his man. He saw
Cain go up to a Cracker who was
holding a horse by the bride. After
few words with him, Cain mounted
the animal and rode off up the road.
Farnsworth debated a moment with
himself and then approached the man
who had been holding the horse. He
was now leaning against telegraph
pole, with his hands in his pockets.
Where does that road lead to-" he
asked.
up over the mountains" replied
What place do& it strike on the
other side?"
Pew Creek"
How far is Pew Creek from here %
Bout 80 miles, I reckon"
No Other Horse.
Il want to get a horse and buggy
or something to take me over that
road. Can you fix me up?"
The native turned his head and
spat, after which he looked at Farms
worth and grinned
That there horse you seen me give
that man is the only doggone horse
around here, suh," he said.
This place appeared to be worse
than Pew Creek as a transportation
center.
Who is that man that got the
horse?" he asked.
You got me" replied the Cracker.
went on UP the road on that same
horse"
That was about all the information
the native had to give. For the time
being Farnsworth was up against
it The only thing for him to do