Perth Amboy evening news., 1922-04-27

"our ffuine?" Hous.on gasped tie
words. Il own this fiume and this
lake and this fiume lite"
IF your names Houston, i guess
you do" came the answer. But IL
you can read and write. you ought
TO know that while YOU may own II,
YOU don't use 1t. That's our privi-
lege from now on. in cold black
and white. As far as the law -
concerned. this is our fume. and our
water. and our lake, and our woods
all OF 'em as much as we please
and it's your business to stay put Of
our wayl"
CHAPTER VIII.
The statement took Houston off
his feet for a moment; but recovery
came just as quickly. a recoil with
the red spiotches Of anger blazing
before his eyes. the surge OF hot
blood sweeping through his veins,
the heat OF conflict in his brain. His
good hand clenched. A leap and he
had struck the foreman on the point
of the chin, sending him Keeling
backward. while the other men
rushed to his assistance.
That's my answer TO you" shout
ed Houston.
Run tell Thayer," shouted the
foreman, and then with recovering
strength. he turned for a cant hook.
But Ba'tiste seized IL first.
Here somebody" Ba'-
tiste's grip tightened about the cant
hook and he rose, squaring himself.
Houston seized the club and stood
waiting a few feet in the rear, in
readiness for anyone who might
evade the bulwark Of blows which
Ba'tiste evidently intended to set up.
A moment more. and Ba'tiste,
with a sudden exclamation. allowed
his cant hook to drop to the ground.
sheriff from Montview. and his
deputy. Peun! Have he fool heem
too? 2"
The sheriff pulled two legal docu-
, ments from his pocket. and unfold
ing them. had shown Houston the
bottom of each. Barry's eyes open
ed wide.
.Thats-that's my signature"
came at last.
This ones the same, isn't it?'
The second paper was showed for
ward.
Yes"
"Then I don't see what you're
kicking about. Do you know any
Jig UAlAC4 StAAhAASf a 80 - nv
tary pubiic?"
Yes"
Then look 'em over. II that isn't
a lease to the lake and fiume and
fume site. and II the second one
| isn't a contract for stumpage at a
dollar and q half a thousand feet
well. then. I can't read"
But I'm telling you that I didn't
give it to them" Houston had
reached for the papers with a trem-
bling hand. II don't remember
Didn't I tell your" Thayer had
turned to the sheriff. There he Koes
pulling that loss of memory stun,
again. That's one of his best little
his memory"
1--WE lost 1t vet"
"No-then you can't forget things
awfully easy. Such as coming out
here and pretending not to know
who you we're. You can't even re-
member the night you murdered
your W cousin, can you."
That's "a"
"See. sheriff: His memory's bad"
All the malice and hate of pent-up
enmity was in Fred Thayer's voice
now. One gnarled hand went for
ward in accusation. He can't even
remember how he killed his own
| cousin. But IL he can't, I can. Ask
| him about the time when he slipped
that mallet in his pocket at a prize
fight and then went on out with His
| cousin. Ask him what became oil
Tom Langdon after they left that
| prize fight. He won't be able to tell
you. Of course. He loses his memory;
all he will be able to remember IL
that his father spent a lot of money
and hired some good lawyers and got
| him out of it. He won't be able to
tell you a thing about how his own
| cousin was found with his skull