The Kansas City sun. (Kansas City, Mo.) 1908-1924, 1916-01-08

Afforded contributed literally to the
collection box at the mission.
It was the day after the visit of Mr..
Winslow to lronton that Jim enter
tanned a friend in his room, just ar.
riveu, as If from a journey.
We'll Dacey," he submitted.
what's the layout?"
bad, Jim, IL your friend goes to
lronton there's a gang there ready to
smash him"
Our kind?"
No, just the rough, pr4iudiced fac
tory crowd. They've beer nagged and
tagged by the wrong kind of soul-sav-
ers till they think it's hades anyway
for them. so they take a delight in
raising it on home territory"
Won't be tanned, eh?"
Il should say, no. You see, it's a
big joint there where they dispense
the hotstuff. Only one license is al
lowed by the town and another will
never be issued when that Il ex-
pires. It's when the bad ones get
fired up that the trouble commences.
Cut out the booze and the loafing
place and the mission might draw"
Who runs it?" asked Jim thought
fully.
"A man named Ward. He is a con-
sumptive and wants to sell out to go
South. Why. where are you going?"
as jim in his impetuous way put on
his hat and started for the door,
Back to where you came from.
Ironton. I've got my tip. There's ten
dollars for your work. Thanks
The Golden Horn, for such was the
name of the one tavern in lronton.
changed hands one week later, James
Frawley. sole proprietor. If Jim's
method Of reaching a final goal of
good at the cost Of incidental wicked
ness of no ordinary character along
his line of progress was crude, it had
sensational embellishments.
Mr.. Winslow, arriving at Ironton
and beginning his duties, was amazed
to find this brand from the burning"
dispensing 1i5f. fluid to the veal: and
thirsty of Ironton. He met Jim on
the street and limited gently at his
backward step. Jim was iron. He
knew his business-good day!
None of the brawlers invaded the
mission. Jim kept them too busy for
that. He ran the Golden Horn at a
mad-riot pace. He dispensed free
cigars and liquor lavishly. He ncour-
aged brawls, he sold to minors and at
the end of twv weeks his various mis-
demeanors justified the authorities in
canceling his license and closing up
the place.
I'm through" announced Jim bland
ly, appearing Unexpectedly before Rev.
Abbott Winslow one day. The only
liquor license in Ironton is Cancelled
and there'll never be another one. l
bought out the Golden Horn, so | own
the lease. I'm thinking of fitting it up
as a gymnasium and club for the crowd
and gently drift 'em up against you,
see?"
There were no half way measures
about Mr.. James Frawley. He had
money, he was loyal to his friend, he
decided to become rustler and reform
er combined. Some of his old custom
ers drifted across country to a dis
tant groggery when they needed re-
freshment. Most of them fell unsus-
pectingly under the wiles Of Jim's
plan.
II hardly know what to say in the
way of gratitude for your great aid to
Mr.. Winslow." said Miss Rankin,
meeting Jim on the street n day.
Don't try to-" laughed Jim, but
there's something Id like to say to
you. if | don't offend"
What is that" inquired Ada.
Mr.. Winslow. Young lady, he's
wearing his heart away thinking about
you. You see | know it. | just give
you the tip"
Ada blushed, more beautiful than
ever. Jim chuckled to himself as she
passed on, for, keen-witted fellow that
he was, he noted a new happiness in
her bonny face.
Copyright, 1915. by W. G. Chapman.)