Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1913-07-17
JAMES-STREET FEUD
Or Counting a Girl With Wild
Bulls and Fence
Notices.
BY w. 3. johnson.


the doctor had anticipated
"Milly." he whispered. when ! am
dead you will have enough to live
upon. I want you to promise never
to sell the old homestead"
Il promise, my DEAR" l 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
"Of course, you'll sell now, Miss
Street." my friends told me. and they
laughed when | announced my inten-
tion of refusing. So did Mr.. James
lawyer when he called on me a few
days later.
well, young lady" he said. setting
down his hat and staring hard at me,
you can guess what have called
to see you about, suppose?"
Perhaps" answered enigmatical-
ly.
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
MANUFACTURERS a property Of hun
dred thousand acres he naturally dis
likes having his property changed
from a parallelogram into a-a-
"A parallelopipedon?" I inquired,
blandly, and the lawyer lost his tenn
per.
81 mean that he does not want
piece of somebody else's land planked
down right in the middle of it," he
blurted out THE assessed value OF
your property is, believe, four thou
sand dollars. Mr.. James offers you
fifteen thousand"
'He rose from four thousand to fif-
teen thousand in seven years." l an
swered "But l wouldn't sell 1t for
hundred thousand. In fact, won't
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. Mr..
Cyprian James had. admit. a vindic-
tive nature. Mr.. Harold James. how
ever, is a fine gentleman. You know
nothing about him; you will have
nothing against him; you have never
even seen him. believe. Now, will
you take fifteen thousand? Mr.. James
is coming south to live. and wants
your place for shooting box"
mo-" answered. 1T isn't for
-ale."
The lawyer rose. Maybe the legis-
lature can confiscate it," he sneered.
The Jameses generally get their own
way in the end"
And the Streets have a bulldog
2 edness which doesn't let them be
on" answered. Tell that
20 your Mr.. Harold James" And so
e went away, muttering.
The Streets and the Jameses had
oeen old friends until Mr.. James
made his money. Then my father
.uarreled with him. He was proud
and touchy and sensitive, and Mr.
lanes was not conciliatory. That was
Why the quarrel came to be perma
lent enlargement.
One morning a few days later / saw
hat a series Of boards had been put
up all around my little property in
he night. l went down to look at
hem. There were ten in all. aud
each bore in large letters the words:
"TRESSPASSERS WILL BE PROSE
CUTED"
The road led from the garden
through a mile of James land to
Hicksville. A man was waiting at the
gate of the garden, and l hadn't set
foot outside before he came hurriedly
forward.
Il must ask you to go back" he
said, taking off his hat respectfully.
He seemed a gentleman, although he
was dressed like tramp. You may
not know that this is a private road.
In fact 1t has always been private.
although Mr.. James allowed your ia.
Their the use of it. must request
that you step back upon your own ter.
ritory."
Indeed, ! shall do no such thing"
| replied angrily. Il utterly defy you
and your old road"
And ! went forward. though my
heart was beating. The man watched
me until was out OF sight.
returned from town about an hour
later. The man was waiting for me
I'm sorry" he said. "but Mr. James
insists on his orders being obeyed
Unless you agree not TO trespa
again. shall have to take severer
measures"
Tell Mr.. James that he Is welcome
20 take any measures he likes" | an
,wored "He cant brighten me INFO
selling my property. And what's
more. he won't"
With that went Indignantly int
he house. and. once inside, confeS
hat gave way 20 tears. | was very
.onely. | had written 10 a girl chum