South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1921-02-06


dow step here" he said raising
his finger. and III show you your
recently purchased enemy. There H.
goes. down the other side of the
street"
The mountaineer crooked his long
frame 10 look through the window
i'm the direction indicated by the
other Col. Abner COltrane. an erect
portlN gentleman of about so, wear
ing the inevitable long, double
roasted frOck coat of the southern
lawmaker and an old high silk hat
was passing on tho opposite side
walk. As Garvey looked. GoTce
glanced AT his face. If there be
such thing as a yellow wolf. here
was its counterpart. Carney snarled
as his unhuman eyes followed the
moving figure disclosing long. am
be-cc'Cred fangs.
Is that him? Why. that's the
man who sent me TO the pen Tertiary
once
He used to be district attorney"
said Goree carelessly. And. by the
way, he's a frst-class shot
81 kin hit a squirrels eve at 100
yards. said Garvey. so that thar's
Coltranel / made a better trade
ov this feud, Mr.. Goree, better'n you
ever did
Anything else today" inquired
Goree with frothy sarcasm. Any
family traditions. ancestral ghosts. or
skeletons in the closet? Prices as
low as the lowest"
Thar was another thing" replied
the unmoved squirrel hunter. that
Missis Garvey was thinkin' OF. 'Tain't
so much in my line as t'Other, but
she wanted particular that 7 should
inquire. and ef YOU was willin'. pay
fur it,, she SAYS. far and squar'
Thar's a buryin' grOun. as you know,
Mr.. Goree. in the yard Of yO old
place. under the cedars. Them that
lies thar is YOU folks that was killed
by the Coltranes. The MONUMENTS
has the names on EN- Missls Garvey
says "A family buryin' groun' is "a
sho' sign cf quality. She says ef
we git the feud. thar's somethin'
else ought 10 go with it. The names
on them MONUMENTS is 'Goree.'
but they can be changed 10 ourn
by
GO! Co" screamed George, his
face turning purple. He stretched
out both hands toward the noun
taineer, his fingers hooked and shak-
ing. Go. you ghoul, Even a CHI
Chinaman protects the g-graves of
his ancestOrs-goi
The squirrel hunter slouched out
OF the door TO his carryaU. While
he was climbing over the wheel
( GOree was collecting. with feverish
activity. the money that had fallen
from his hand TO the floor As the
vehicle slowly turned about. the
sheep with a coat Of newly grown
wool. was hurrying i'm indecent
haste, along the path to the court
house.
At o'clock in the morning they
brought him back TO his office.
shorn and unconscious The sheriff.
the sportive deputy, the county
clerk, and the gay attorney carried
him, the chalk-faCed man from
the valley" acting as escort.
ION the table said one of them.
and they deposited him there among
/ the litter Of his Improbable books
and papers.
Vance thinks q lot of "a pair of
dueces when he's liQuored up.
sighed the sheriff refleCtively
Too much" said the gay attor-
ney. "A man has no business to
play poker who drinks as much as
he does I wonder how much he
dropped tonight"
CLOSE 10 5000. What I wonder
. is whan he got it. Vance amt had
"a cent fur over a month. ! know"
struck a client. maybe Well.
lets get home before daylight. He'll
be all right when he wakes UP. ex-
cept for a sort OF beehive about the
Uranium"
The gang slipped away through
the early morning twilight The
next eye 20 gaze upon the miserable
Goree was the orb of day. He peer
ed through the uucurtaiued window.
first delUg!nE the sleeper with
flood of faint gold but soon pour
ing upon the mOttled red Of his
flesh a searching white. summer
heat. Goree stirred. half uncons-
ciously, among the tables debris.
and turned his face from the win
dow. His movement disIodged a
heavy law book. which crashed upon
the floor Opening his ewes. he saw.
bending over him. = man i'm black