Evening star., 1927-11-10

derstood. FIX up the line! Why 1t
| had always been fixed. Five feet back
| of his garage it was. j..
| And when Mr.. Harmon stepped
| into the sweet-pea bed--it had not
been torn UP yet-when he stepped
| into the pea bed and indicated a spot
roughly five feet from the back OF 1t.
Mr.. Crawford was aghast.
| but, but" 1t did seem for a mo-
ment as ii his courage would last. he
started to protest.
"Now," Mr.. Harmon spoke with a
gentle firmness, yet with finality.
| Here we are. We can establish this
ourselves" Mr.. Crawford spoke. But"
Mr.. Harmon had turned, "but now
Crawford you know you have more
| land than your deed calls for! Your
land overruns your deed. You said
So" There was injured surprise in
Mr.. Hammon's tone.
1t was true! That Mr.. Harmon
might forever have all the land his
own deed called for or even more,
that his. too, might overrun Mr.. Craw-
ford did not think of till later and
then he did not have the courage to
bring the question up.
You want to do right. Crawford" :"
Mr.. Harmon had spoken. You want
to, | know And" there followed end
less laleS Oh plS MISUNDERSTANDING
costs.
And so Mr.. Crawford sat sick at
heart. He would give in--he would!
Lawsuits, he vividly recollected some
of Mr.. Hammon's tales! Lawsuits cost
money. And $40 a week, even If you
had a good garden, did not give one
money-much money!
We'll" Mr.. Crawford, arose slowly.
He would go over. He might as we'll
His narrow escape from hitting a
clothes pole Mr.. Crawford laid to
forgetfulness. but there might have
been a trace of dampness on Mr.
Crawford's handkerchief if he had
wiped his eyes. He hated-hated this
Mr.. Harmon. Mr.. Harmon and his
influential friends.
Out Of sight in the darkness by
Mr. Hammon's porch. Mr.. Crawford
paused. Five minutes respite-'twould
do Mr.. Harmon no harm and he
would have the five minutes before
he smilingly agreed to the new line.
"A great neighborhood." Mr.. Ham
mons voice rang out. Evidently he
had visitors. "A great neighborhood!
Big developments coming, And influ-
entail people-why," Mr.. Crawford
started as some man evidently living
in the neighborhood was described
Some way he ought to know that man
his description sounded familiar. Yet
Mr.. Crawford could not place him.
"A big man." Mr.. Harmon spoke
on. "1n the offices Of Morrell & Bates
chief executive. you might say"
Mr.. Crawford jumped. Morrell &
Bates! Now he recognized the descrip-
ton; Twas himself. Mr.. Harmon
was speaking of--himself as he had
never even imag gined he could be--him-
self glorified.
"Chief executive, they say" Mr.
Harmon lowered his voice as he
talked to the visitor. but Mr.. Craw
ford edging nearer, heard every word
and was astounded at the informa ton
regarding his own work he received
"EXecutive-quite land ownership
pie in tastes maybe, but"
Suddenly Mr.. Crawford thought Of
that head man in Judge Tupper's law
office, of Bates of the Amalgamated.
He wanted to laugh! He wondered
wondered If they would recognize
themselves if they had heard Hammon
talk of them.
Then Mr.. Crawford recollected why
he had come.
"His house is just back of me--land
adjoins," Mr.. Harmon was saying.
"Just think" Hammon's voice had
awe in it. "Just think-chief execu
tive of Morrell & Bates!'
They were moving. Mr., Harmon
and his guests, down the walk. The 10
o'clock train would soon be putting
cityward. Evidently they were goinS
to the station.
Hurriedly Mr.. Crawford stepped out.
He must speak! Tomorrow he would
be clerk-clerk in the offices of Nor
III T4& ID,,f srrAf Hn
chief executive.
II say, Harmon" Mr.. Crawford
| was amazed at himself-no Mr.. Ham
mon." no conciliatory "George"-1
say Hammon-about that line"
Mr. Harmon turned