Indiana daily times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1914-1922, 1921-09-03

Missfs Carney, has feudS. We 'unS ain I
quality, but we're buyin' into it as fur
as we can. Take the money, then,
says Missis Garvey, and buy Mr.. Goree
feud, far and squar.'
The squirrel hunter Strengthened 3
leg half across the room, draw roll OF
bills from his pocket, and threw them
ON the table.
Goree; what you would call a far price
for feud that's been lowed to run
down like yourn hev. Thars only you
left to cyar' on 20 side of It, and you
yo' hands, ond it'll set me and Missis
Garvey up among the quality. Thar's
the money"
The little roll of currency on the ia BILE
slowly UNFINISHED itself writhing and
jumping as its fold relaxed. In the
silence that followed Garvey's last speech
the rafting of the poker chips in the
courthouse could be plainly heard. Goree
knew that this sheriff had just won a pot,
for the subdued whoop with which he
always greeted a victory foated across
the square upon the crinkly heat waves.
STOPPING, he drew the wicker-covered
demijohn from under the table, and filled
a tumbier from it.
"a little corn liquor, Mr.. Garvey? OF
course you are Joking about-what you
spoke Of? Opens quite a new market,
doesn't it? Feuds prime, two-ffty to
three. Feuds, slightly DANA ged--two
hundred, believe you said. Mr.. Gar
vey?"
Goree laughed self-consciously.
The mountaineer took the glass GOree
handed him, and drank the whisky with
out tremor of the lids Of his staring
eyes. The lawyer applauded the feat by
look Of enviOus admiration. He poured
his own drink, and took it like a drunk
ard, by gulps, and with shudders at the
smell and taste
Two hundred" repeated Garvey.
"Thars the money"
A sudden passion fared up in Goree's
brain. He struck the table with his
fist. One of the bills Tipped over and
touched his hand. He fiinched as If
something had stung him.
Do You come to me- he shouted,
seriously with such ridiculous, insult
Ing. darned-foo propOsition?'
Its far and squar'," said the SPUR
rel hunter but he reached out his hand
as If to take back the money; aud then
Goree knew that his own furry Of rage
had not been from pride or resentment,
but from anger at himself, knowing that
he would set foot in the deeper depths
that were being opened to him. He
turned in an instant from an outraged
to an anxious chafferer recommending his
goods.
Don't be in a hurry, Garvey," he said
his face crimson and his speech thick
Il accept your p-p-proposition. though
It's dirt cheap at two hundred. a
TRADES all right when both p-purchaser
and b-buyer are satisfied. Shall l
wrap II up for you Mr.. Garvey 2"
Carney rose, and shook out his broad
cloth. Misses Garvey win be pleased
You air out Of It, and 1t stands Coltrane
and Garyey Just scrap oy writin',
we traded"
Mr. Goree. you bein' a lawyer. to show
Goree seized a sheet Of paper and a
pen. The money was clutched in his
moist hand Everything else suddenly
teemed TO grow trivial and light.
Bin Of sale, by all means. Right
title, and interest in and to- .
have TO leave out that defend said
Goree with a loud laugh You'll have
to defend this title yourself"
The mountsineer received the amazing
screed that the lawyer handed him. fold
ed II with immense labor, and placed It
carefully in his pocket
GDree was standing near the window
step here" he said. raising his finger
and III show you your recently pur-
chased enemy. There he goes. down the
other side OF the street"
The mountaineer crooked his long
frame to look through the window In the
direction indicated by the other Col
Abner Coltrane. an erect. portIy gentle
man OF about 30. wearing the inevitable
long. double breasted frock coat OF the
Southern lawmnker, aud an old high silk
hat. was passing on the opposite side
walk As Carney looked. Goree glanced
at his face, II there be such a thing as
yellow wolf, here was its counterpart.
Garvey snarled as his unhuman eyes fol
lowed the moving figure, disclosing long.
am Der Colored fangs
rs that himl Why, that's the man
who sent me 10 the peu'tentiary ouce!"
lie used to be district attorney" said
Goree caFelessly. And, by the way, he's
nrst-class shot"
Il kin hit .Iuirrel's eye at a hun
dred yard said Garyey so that
thars Coltranei l made q better trade
than | was thinkiu'. III take keer ov
this feud, Mr.. Goree. better'n you ever
did,"
Anything else today3" inquired Goree
with frothy sarcasm. ANY family ira
dltsons. ancestral ghosts, or skeletons in
the closet Prices as low as the lowest"
Thar was another thing" replied the
unmoyed squirrel hunter, that Missls
Carney wa tbinkin5 Of. 'Tain't so much
In my line as tother. but she wanted
particular that l should inquire and Of
you was wlilin'', pay fur. It, she says,
ia r aud squar'.' hars a buryin grOun',
IS ron know, Mr.. Goree. In the yard Of
yo' old place, under the cedars. Them
that lies thar is yo' folks what was Killed
by the Contranes. The MONUMENTS has
the names on EN-. Mlssls Carney says
Ism ~ burytn' groun Is a sho sign Of
quality. She says eff We git the feud,
thar's somethin' else ought to go with
it The names on them MONUMENTS is
'Goree.' but they can be changed to
"Gol Col" screamed Goree, his face
turning purple. He stretched out both
hands toward the mountaineer; his TN
gers hooked and shaking. go, you
Rhoul Even Ch-Chinaman protects
the e. graves Of his ancestors-gom
The squirrel hunter slouched ont Of
the door to his carryal. While he was
clmb ing over the wheel Goree was col
locting, with feverish celebrity, the money
floor. As the vehicle slowly turned about.
the sheep, with a coat Of newly grown
wool, was hurrying In indecent haste,
along the path to the courthouse.
brought him back to his office, shorn
and unconscious. The sheriff, the sport
tive deputy. the county clerk, and the
gay attorney. carried him, the chalk
escort.
ION the table said one Of them. and
they deposited him there among the lit
ter OF his Improbable books and papers,
deuces when he's liquored up" sighed the
sheriff rehectiyely.
"roo much" Faid the gay attorney. "A
man has no business to play poker who
drinks as nuch as he does. I wonder
how much de dropped tonight"
CLOSE to two hundred. What 1 wonder
is whsr he got it, Vance amt had
cent for over a month, / know"
"Strnck a client, maybe. Wen, let's get
home lefore daylight He'll be all right
when he wakes up, except for a sort OF
beehive about the Uranium"
The gang slipped away through the
early morning twilight. The next eye to
gaze upon the miserable Goree was the
orb of day. He peered through the un.
curtained window, frst deluging the
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