The Dallas express. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1893-1970, 1922-09-23
UNTO THE FOURTH
GENERATION"
Blue Ribbon Piece Of Fiction Of Negro Life.

prosecution would be lost. The ex-
posture Of Clarewood as a Negro
would so fill the public mind that
his prosecution Of the gang would
be called more revenge. Public sym
patty would turnto Broder and War
dell and it would be hard to find
Jury to convict them. Some of the
newspapers would skillfully play upon
race prejudice, accusing him OF hav-
ing known all along that he was a
Negro, and reminding the public that
he had inyeiglel twhite girle into
marriage.
well, / must beat him to it." be
reflected.
When he reached his office he
found Symons, his assistant waiting
for him. Symons, slenier, able, hard
working, enthusiast. was as eager
as Clarewood to run down the vice
gang. Under his red hair he had
ambition of his own; he saw lare-
wood as governor and himself as
district attorney.
mfr. Clarewood," he said imme-
diately, someone's been calling You
all morning. He wouldn't give his
name"
Have you any idea who Ii wasT
NO" said Symons loudly; when
he whispered: it SOUNDED like War
dells voice"
| Clarewood went into his private Of
f;oo No o,,;ol,Ity rou nvar fha avfdauoa
he had gathered against the gang. He
expected to have more in day or
two, but now he could not wait. He
had enough as 1t was Before he had
read it all over the telephone bell
rang
"Mr. CIarewool?" said the voice.
John took the receiver, thinking ra-
pidly.
Eyes"
well Clarewood,' 1t was wardells
voice.
"well?'
what about it-last night?"
Thinks he's got me in his poe.
ket," though Clarewood He put a
growl into his voice and said aloud
/ you think man can get over thing
''Why don't you give man little
time? | didn't sleep all night. DO
/ like that in a minute?'
"oh," ieerel wardell, II thought
you'd change your music when you'd
read that diary. Hereafter you'll mind
your own business and we'll mind
ours"
well, you needn't rub 1t in"
"All right" laughed Wardell. then
he said mer acingly, an case of any
funny business, remember we've still
got the diary.
"why not give it to me? It's a
family record"
mot on your lifel What 90 you
take me for? You needn't fear. we
won't publish it as long as you be-
have. Cool day. Mr.. District Attorney
The instant he hung up the re-
eeiver Clarewood called Symons. His
telephone talk had doubly served
him. It showed that the gang as
yet had lone nothing toward pub
fishing the diary and it enabled him
to act the part Of a beaten man. So
RhiN hdu W bOCh NAdl ItAu
not troubled to ask him for a yes
or no. Wardell's credulity was ex-
cusable. for almost any man would
do anything rather than be exposed
as a Negro. II just happened that
John Clarewood was a man in
million.
Symons rushed in.
"Symons," said Clarewood briskly.
I'VE must act at once. Get those mn
dictments as quickly as possible
'Hurrah!" cried Symons.
A little after five O'Clock, when the
downtown business section was swar-
med with home-going workers, news
boys were on the curbs yelling: Eek
ira! Extral Jim Broler rested" and
waving newspapers whose heavy
headlines announced that Broler and
his gang had been indicted for a
startling number of crimes.
J.. ITO be continued Next Week. ......