Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1925-09-23
Their Name Was Legion!

1T looks Ike the signature of Sher-
if Graham.
That's correct" continued Barrows.
and I'm not going to argue with YOU
much longer about this, Rogers. It's
plain and it's fact. Your father re-
celyed concessions from Bull Franni-
ston. In payment for them he made the
agreement to turn over to him the
Oil and mineral rights-the latter. OF
course, being only technicality. Now
you're kicking about it
I'm kicking because 1 believe that
there's some trickery about it, that
some advantage was taken of my ia
Their and"
That's about enough ~ Barrows con.
tlnued to point lean, vibrating finger
at him. "All I've got to say for you
is that you're a welcher and gutter
and yellow! Your father took this
mans money on a gamble. When
you came in and tried to pay 1t back
| wouldn't accept 1t, and l told you
that the notes were only a matter of
form. You were very well satisfied
struck oil you're trying to crawl out
OF dead mans bargain. I'm ashamed
Of you. Look here Where did your
father keep his private papers,?
In safety deposit vault at the
bank"
Then don't stand here arguing with
US as to whether there was any trick
cry about this Will If you have any
doubt just go out and see if you can
scare up different will. Incidentally"
the words were burning with sar-
casm-"you might look in that safety
deposit box. You might find a cooy
OF this document there-where your
father put it for safekeeping! In the
meantime, get out of my Office
For a long moment Bart Rogers
stood trembling there like a muscle
tensed tiger before the spring. His
hands were clenched his eyes narrow
and glaring; slowly down his chin
trickled thin flow of blood from a
tear in his lower lip where teeth had
set, unnoticed, upon it. His arms
raised slowly and the fists clenched.
Then, suddenly they dropped and Bart
Rogers rushed from the room.
Dodging the crowds on the thronged
sidewalks. Bart hurried to the towns
one livery stable and rented a horse.
Five minutes later, he was thudding
across the fiat, toward Warrington,
twenty miles away
At last the dimly lighted office of
the sheriff lOomed to view and Bart
saw a man doing in chair. Rogers
awakened him.
I'm Bart Rogers" he began, 'son
OF the man who made a will you wit
messed some time ago. Did or did
not that will give any oil rights to
man named Bull Franniston?"
The sheriff rose and stretched.
Think they did," came his an
nouncement in an offhand manner.
Amt you got copy OF your OWN"
Il suppose So" Bart Rogers,
suddenly tired, suddenly cOgnizant of
defeat, turned toward the door. Eyes"
yes, l guess I've got a copy Of it."
He went out into the night then, and
to the return from what he now saw
had been hopeless and foolish quest.
Bart Rogers turned his thoughts to
the safety-deposit box. If that paper
were present, it could mean but one
thing
That his father, Franklin Rogers,
actually had made his will with the
provisions as declared to Bart in the
office of Leon Barrows that night. It
would be prima facie evidence that
his father had willingly and knowing
ly signed away to a man whom Bart
hated the thing that would make
Bull Franniston a millionaire, and
Bart Rogers a pensioner, a hanger-On
for the rentals of flowing gold mine
that, by the right of work, of strug-
gle, of privatiOn, yes, even suffering,
should have been his. 1t would end
all thought of tricBery, for it would
mean that Franklin Rogers had known
what he was signing, and that he had
deliberately and knowingly saved the
copy Of a document that was to rob
his son Of millions. What would that
safety box yield?