The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1913-05-23
JAMEs|sTREE FEUD'
Or Counting a Girl With Wild
Bulls and Fence
Notices.
BY ". 3. JOHNSON.


come conscious at the end, after three
months Of speechless stupor. just as
the doctor had anticipated.
Milly, he whispered, when am
dead you will have enough to i've
upon. want you to promise never
to sell the old homestead"
II promise, my DEAR" answered
and that was all. He seemed to have
called himself back to life with one
wild effort in order to get my prom
Use. He died at four o'clock In the
morning.
sOf course, you'll sell now, Miss
street" my friends told me, and they
laughed when / announced my inten-
ton Of refusing. So did Mr.. James
lawyer when he called on me few
days later.
'sWell, young LADY, he said, setting
down his hat and staring hard at me.
ssyou can guess what 4 have caiiea
to see you about, suppose?"
Perhaps" answered enigmaticar
y.
He looked at me keenly and con-
tinued:
..You know that for seven years
Mr.. James has been trying to get the
street homestead. You will under
stand that when a mana very rich
man acquires property Of hum
dred thousand acres he naturally dis
likes having his property changed
from parallelogram into IA
A parallelopipedon? inquired
blandly. and the lawyer lost his tenn
per.
Il mean that he does not want e
piece Of somebody else's land pianked
down right In the middle Of It, ne
blurted out. THE assessed value OF
I your property is. 1 believe, four thou
sand dollars. Mr.. James offers you
fifteen thousand"
He rose from four thousand to nj
teen thousand in seven years" I an
swered. But / wouldn't sell it for
hundred thousand. In fact. I wont
sell it at all. MY father might have
sold once. although the homestead
was naturally dear to him. But when
Mr.. James began his prosecutions
THAT was old Mr. James,. inter
rupted the lawyer. frowning. MT.
Cyprian James had, / admit. vindic-
tive nature. Mr.. Harold James. how
ever, Ii fine gentleman. You know
nothing about him; you wiz nave
nothing against him; you have never
even seen him. believe Now, will
you take fifteen thousandg Mr james
Is coming south to live. and wants
your place for shooting box"
No.. answered. 1T isn't TOR
sale"
The lawyer rose. Maybe the legis.
1ature can confiscate II" he sneered.
s.The Jameses generally get their own
way in the end"
And the Streets have bulldog
gedness which doesn't let them be
tramp1ed on answered. Tell that
to your Mr.. Harold James" And so
he went away, muttering.
The Streets and the Jameses had
been old friends until Mr.. James
made his money. Then my father
quarreled with him. He was proud
and touchy and sensitive, and Mr..
James was not conciliatory. That was
why the quarrel came to be perma-
nent enhancement.
One morning d few days later saw
that series Of boards had been put
up all around my little property in
the night. went down to look at
them. There were ten in all, and
each bore in large letters the words:
sTRESSPASSERS WILL BE PROSE
CUTED.p
The road led from the garden
through q mile Of James land 70
Hicksville. A man was waiting at the
gate Of the garden, and hadn't set
foot outside before he came hurriedly
forward.
81 must ask you to 60 back, he
said. taking of his hat respectfully
He seemed gentleman, although he
was dressed like tramp "You may