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AUTHOR OF “THE FIGHTER ” “CALEB CON
OVER” “SYRIA FROM THE SADDLE” ETC.
NOVELIZED FROM PATHE PHOTO PLAY OF
THE SAME NAME BY WILL M. RITCHEY.
iCOTYfcJCHT. *•!». BY AlifIT PAY»ON TIKMINtj
SYNOPSIS.
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Oka Kk ( It is Burk. J.: . *.n<i Ills so:
fWd are the only knva•> living of l!i<
ftMkii Mai
tailed i» l cep an eve on Jim. June Travil
mad her •iai".<« m- -I Jim as lie U n
leu-1 J in -1 Ted are killed. Nev
Ik) laser are* I lie Red Orel* Ml a worn
•a * hand -mural a aria n- i automahile
June sarked wih the KeJ Cirvle. rob:
(leant, a lama »r .rk Mary June s nurse
few O' • rs her t '* *rj irils her al.a Is
•t'l: •« lira'*" duu. . t r. i,.ui. Mrs
Trai * <1<*» t.o» kr. a Mary trn ka I-a
aimr larur vis ta "Smiling Sam." Jim':
•M crime partner g> nt t» Surft -n b>
dmiEng Kara .vlran (at Kali* robs tin
rue*!. «t a ball Mary print* her out tt
Lamar * .o : •*» her na -k to loan
sap’.er. > bar w tit the >■-»•;.. and goes af
tar gen’ll!1C para On the edge tt a cllfl
goer and i pills ..*1 < Ilk’lie In 'leadIV
aranhl iJiidj*. a fugttiv r- m ues La
fear and J ui»* in turn aa l -nlon frn
ana! Hauling Harr. no the Red Chela
*n June a hand.
TENTH INSTALLMENT
EXCESS BAGGAGE
Leaning agninat a rock, near thr
sat a entrar.'-e. "Stalling Sam" rabbet!
a big. knotted han't over the bristly
at -fcb.e an tta eLin
"A Red Orel- on Jtiae Travis
hand!" he matter el over til over
"How in bla-es cau that be*
What— r*
He crept tr:'in the proterti’.n cf t!.«
caver-. a.«u'.l and peer * around tin
•dge of the Jutting r 1: nearer ts
Mary and June Their excited ccr.
rmaiioa «u carried . a in big!
pitched uraea that easily reached ti t
hidden listener s ears
Of all tbe queer things that kee;
happening!" Mary mat raving impa
tieatly "1 do declare It gets on s
body* nerves."
"If you let It get at your nerves.”
laughed June, "it’s rather fun—any
thing i.jrteriods is fun '
"Loo* ■"
Jure raise! ner right hand ant!
pointed down the beach.
"la that a tea., carrying a casket
sr do my eyes de< • ire tee?"
Expert::.!- an indignant retert ar.:
rwcmviLg non# at all. made her glar.c*
roctuahiy. from the corner of he:
ayaa She found Mary s horrihel gaze
hand on her raised hand. The llgfci
left her face suddenly
"la It there?" she asked. dreadi"f
to look
Mary took hold of the cold fcngei
ape and pressed the cartel Land
against her breast
‘ Yea. it's there ” she answered aa ’
ty "Wan. daughter cf -Circle Jim
what new mischief are y:u planning
sow*
Scalug Sam” uttered a quick
gaspmg sound and ducked behind tl <
rack aa the two w'tnea lcohei in his
direction. CroucLM tt ere. gripping
the smoothly worn surface tor sup
port, he grinned.
Circle Jim!"
June Travis "Circle Jims" child'
They turned and start* 1 to walk
ap the beach toward the Travis cot
Inge ' Smiling Saw" crept stealthily
from behind the huge pile of rrcks
and looked around for possible pur
*
“Now Lock Me In!"
Men Ftndirg the coast clear, he
looped boldly Into the open and fol
lowed them as rapidly as he cc'sid
•red rurodtrt
At Jan* neared the second rocky
point kt called to her.
"Sam’ Sam Eagan' ’ she gasp*d.
etmckiLg Mary s am. “What dees
ha not me fer?"
By this tune "Smiling Sam” was
■tacdtng before them lie tewed over
eowrteously. When he steed erect,
there was a strangs light ia his toady
aye*
"Saia"' June !e-g?.r -eprcachfully,
'after all ycur 5 mdses to r_e! After
Whafva 1 done. Miss Travis?” he
whiaed
"What have you dene?- repeated
Jure moving a step nearer him. "Don't
t - ' •' least bit of shame, stand
| mg there, before me. and asking me
that?”
Sam threw back his head and roared
aloud with genuine laughter. Mar)
ran to June and put her arms around
her.
He stepped before them and blocked
| their way. Then he pointed a stubby
! gray-smirched forefinger at June's
lightly clasped hards.
"Net so quick!” he repeated sharp
ly. "I've got your pedigree, and iff
a peach. ’
Col l fr-ar crept into June s heart
She made a spasmodic attempt to hide
her har.Js behind her back. San
laug* ed triumj hantiy.
"Who would 'a' thought it.” he
purred at her. "Miss Jure Travis—
prison worker, savor of souls, a little
angel of the cells—a crook—daughtei
cf ‘Circle Jim,' the slickest thing 1
ever chummed with.”
"Coir e tc the house with me! ” Man
in plored pitt-eusiy.
"Didn’t I tell you not so quick, old
lady? She air't going to the house
wit! you and leave ne cold. Get me?'
I he snarled.
'What do you want?” asked June
, It eking straight into his vicious little
eyes.
"Oh. going to be nasty about it
eh’ Well, now look here, you—cul
l it. They're after me. And ’Circle
’ Jim's' daughter will get me food and
protection, rr 111 squeal good anc
pi ».ty ar.-l trade her secret to the po
| lice, see?"
Jur e shrank into Mary's arms—all
her l ravado g.-ne.
"Oh. maybe ma would like to know
th-i glad tews"' he sneered. "Well
here goes.”
"Step!" June caught at his dirty
wrinkled ccat sleeve. “Hide! Hide
quickly, befere they see you' Tc
right I'll l“ave a basket of food foi
v.u at the corner of our garage—yot
know the place! Now. hide!”
Sam < ast a last threatening lcok al
th- two figures in the distance, then
dr-lgej deftly behind a convenient
towlJer
Ju: c- swayed toward Mary.
"Your mother is coming, lamb,” she
warned. "She mustn't know—she
mustn't suspect. Pull yourself togeth
er. And keep vour hand hidden.”
June nodded wearily.
T will." she said. “She won't know
I wor.'t let her knew.” '
' Have you found any trace of it?’
Mrs. Travis called to her. a minute
later.
"Not a trace. Mary and I have
locked all over this part of the beach.'
Once inside her room June and Mary
dropped pretense.
“You ought to hate me. dear.' June
said at last. “Your life is a misery
t. you new Eut you must know that
I wouldn't cause you sorrow or worry,
if I could help it—don't you know it.
Mary? When these spells come on.
I1-”
There, there!” interrupted the old
' woman, drawing her into the circle of
I her arms. "Hate you? I love you bet
ter than anything in this wide world.
And I'm going to stay by and shield
y u as long as there's life in me. Now,
j w<> wor.'t say any mere about that—
; ever. What we’ve got to think of new
is this late st danger. We have to get
away from Surfton, dear—right away.
Tell ycur mother you want to go back
to the city.”
“I don't think it will work, but I'll
try.” she said meekly.
Her courage ebbed even further
when she entered the library a mo
ment later and saw the expression of
I impatience cn her mother’s usually
smooth trow. Evidently the irrita
| tion of the stolen lunch had not worn
off.
June went up to her chair and put
1 h"r arms over her mother's shoulders.
Mrs. Travis looked up. The touch
was not that of impetuous June at
all. It was unnaturally meek and gen
tie. A look at the wan face alarmed
her.
“V/hat is it—what is it. darling?”
she asked hurriedlv. “Do you feel
ill?"
June nodded.
"Yes.” sh6 said, shuddering slightly
as the thought of “Smiling 3am'’ came
hack tc her. “I teel ill. Mother. 1
want to go home—tc the city—I mean.
I want to g) tonight, mother.”
June had worked herself up to the
verge of nervous hysteria. Mrs.
Travis saw. with alarm, that she was
u. der some great mental strain.
“But I think you will get well so
touch more quickly down here, dear.”
Her determination was weakening.
June felt it. It gave her new cour
i age
"So many queer things have hap
pened since we've been here,’’ Mary
put in quickly. "The child’s nerves
have teen upset fcr several days. She
didn’t want tc worry you, so she hasn’t
■mid scything abrut it. But I’ve
known, and it has stared me.”
“Dc v.u think It’s as good for her
in the city as it is here?” Mrs. Travis
asked, in surprise.
“1 think the best place for her, Just
r.-'w is the place she wants to be.”
said Mary quickly.
“All right. If you think it’s advia
able, we’ll try It, although It's Very
much against my will.”
"And we can go this evening?” June
asked eagerly.
“Yes,” answered Mrs. Travis with
some reluctance.
The girl jumped up from her chair
and hugged her rapturously.
"Oh. I’m so glad! Thank you so ;
much, mother dear. You'll see how i
quickly I get well in the city. Come
on, Mary.”
Upstairs. June was throwing arm
fuls of fluffy petticoats and dance
frocks from the depths of a clothes
closet, faster than MtTT could pile
them up on the bed.
There wus a subdued knock at the
door. Mary opened it. Yama stood
in the ball. He had the two trunks
| on a small hand truck.
"Put them anywhere,” June sang
out, “and open them.”
June's face clouded suddenly. She
came close to Mary and spoke in a
whisper.
"We will have dinner early tonight
and we start for the city in the car
.right after. We have to manage to
get that basket of food to Sam, Mary.
I'm afraid net to. Afraid!”
“Oh. I'll arrange that all right,” |
soothed the old nurse. "I’ll have the
basket fixed long before. Then right
after wo ve finished dinner you and I
can slip out on some pretext or other ]
and put it at the side of the garage." I
• ■•*•••
At seven o'clock that evening a
bulky, crouching figure slid along in
the shadow of ths hedge skirting the
Travis grounds. It made for a small
gate, looked cautiously to the left and
right, then darted through, toward the
rear of the garage.
A huge touring car. rolled half
through the open doorway, reflected
the light of a low moon from its high
ly polished hoed.
Tie man sneaked around in the
shadows, saw and dodged back, fear
ful lest there might be someone in it.
He peered around the corner of the
garage ar.d grinned mockingly as he
saw Mary ard June steal down the
steps of the little lack porch and run
down the driveway in his direction.
Sam crept along the outside of the
garage, keeping well within the
shadow. The fierce hunger that
gnawed within him almost overcame
his caution. As the two women drew
near he darted toward them, snatched
basket and stuffed them into his
greasy trouser pockets, kicked the
basket outside the grounds and started
for the back of the house. Then, step
by step, he crept toward a long open
window, from which a yellow band of
light streamed out across the lawn.
Having reached it, he tried to stifle
his rapid breathing. Inside there was
a clink of china and tableware.
He saw Yama pick up a small carv
ing set and open a shallow drawer in
the buffet. But beforo the little Jap
had a chance to put the knife and
work away June called to him from the
hall.
Instantaneously obedient, Yama
dropped the implements on the table
ard started for the door, where he col
lided with June as she ran in swathed
in chiffon veils and motor coat.
“Oh, there you are!” She smiled at
his evident embarrassment. "Yama,
here’s the key of my large trunk—the
one with the trays, ycu know. It’s
so jammed full we can’t close it. 'Will
you close and lock it after we’ve gone?
The baggageman will be here soon.”
“Of a certain. Miss June,” assented
the grave little man.
“Thank you. Now will you come out
and tuck us in the car? There's no
me wrho can fix an automobile rol>e as
snugly as you can, Yama, Somehow
or other it always stays put.”
Flattened against the house, Sam
heard Mrs. Travis give final instruc
tions about locking up the place. Then
June’s musical young voice called out:
“Don’t forget to give the express
man the right address, Yama.”
A dull rage burned in Eagan's heart;
the malignant, virulent rage of the
duped crook who has never before
doubted his owr. craft. Braving the
light, the possibility of capture—every
thing—he stepped boldly through the
open window and walked to th9 center
of the room. His hand closed on the
ugly knife lying on the table, with a
savageness that was foreign to his
usual suave methods.
Overhead he heard the floor respond
almost imperceptibly to Yama's light
steps. That must be the room the
trunks were in. he decided. He bent
down and crept along the floor, so that
his body could not be seen from the
outside.
Once in the darkened hall, he stood
erect and felt his way to the stairs.
They creaked faintly under his bulky
weight—too faintly to attract atten
“I've Got Your Pedigree, and It's a Peach.”
the basket from Mary's arm, and
plunged an eager, dirty hand into it.
“Go out of the grounds and eat it,
please!" begged June. “Someone may
come at any minute.”
June tried to force him around the
garage.
"Say, quit pushing me!” he grum
bled indignantly. “There ain't a soul
here. I don't see what you're get
ting all fussed up about."
"I tell you. someone may come any
minute."
Mary looked toward the house. A
shadow crossed a ligated winaow. She
added her entreaties to June's.
“If you expect to be fed and pro
tected you’ll have to do as we say."
‘ Say, you people alk like you were
doing me a favor!’ he observed in
heavy sarcasm, “when all the time
it’s me that's keeping ‘Circle Jim’s’
daughter from a little uniform and a
tin. cup!"
“Oh. hush, hush!" June's voice was
shrill with terror. “All I ask you to
do is to leave the grounds. Now will
you go, or won't you?”
“Oh, well, when you're decent about
it, like that, I suppose I’ll go," and
“Smiling Sam” allowed himself to be
urged around the garage into the dark
ness.
He reached the rear gate, still
munching. And then a thought struck
him. Those two women had seemed
desperately anxious to be rid of him.
A heavy step crunched the gravel
cf ths driveway. Sam dropped into
tha shad'w and waited. He saw the
chauffeur approach the car. carrying
an armful cf motor robes and two
heavy suitcases. He heard ths thud
as they were slid along the floor of
the tonneau. Then there "Vas a sud
den snorting, a whir ar.d a sharp lit
tle explosion, as the car shot forward
and rolled down the drive toward the
house. In the protection of the shrub
bery, “Smiling Sam" groaned out a
string of oaths.
Double crossed! So ttat was the!?
game. Well he’d show them. He
took handfuls of sandwiches from the
| tion. In the upper corridor a half
opened door showed a lighted room.
Yama. his back toward the door, was
trying to persuade a bulging truck
that his slight weight was sufficient to
end the argument. "Smiling Sam”
slowly ar.d silently opened the door.
Intent upon the stubborn job before
him, Yama heard nothing—sensed
nothing.
Sam stood over him. brandishing the
knife, snarling, swearing, threatening.
The delirious fright of the little man
before him fired his blood.
"Take the trays out of that trunk
and dump the things in that closet
over there,” he commanded.
“You're going to lock me in, ship me
to the city as baggage and keep your
gab muzzled. If you breathe a word,
to anybody,”—here Sam drew au aero
planic road map with his knife—“I’ll
run this little lawn mower down your
throat, cut out your vocal cords and
string ’em on my zither! Get me?
Now lock me in!”
The ashen, shaken Jap clicked the
key in the lock and adjusted the
straps. Downstairs, he heard the bag
gageman tramp up on the back porch
and kr.cck loudly ou the door.
Yama led the two men back into
the room and showed them the trunks.
Between them they hoisted the
trunk containing “Smiling Sam" and
carried it downstairs.
In his office, surrounded by his stuffy
old records and science bocks. Lamar
had been struggling all day to rid him
self of the vision cf a pair of challeng
ing eyes, laughing lips and a crown of
adorable curls.
In utter disgust he slammed down
a bock cn "The Defective Cerebel
lum," tcck his hat and cane from the
rack, and strolled over to the office of
the chief of police.
The chief came out to greet him.
“Hello—what's up?" he inquired
tersely, at first sight of him. "Look all
gone to pieces. What is it? Stomacn,
liver—or heart?"
“Oh, I’m worked out!" explained Max
impatiently. "These 'Red Circle’ cases
have got me going. They make me see
what a dub I am.”
"I don’t want to speak to you about
the ‘Red Circle,' ’ Allen told him.
"Come on intc the office and have a
smoke. I want you to drop these
cases for a while and go to work on
the Gordo*, affair. The Farwell cor
poration will pay heavy blood money
to get him back. You’re the man I
want on it.”
i a nue to ao anything you ask
me to, chief,” he declared, sincerely,
"but I can't handle this Gordon case.
Because I'm going to stick to the
•Red Circle' until I solve it.”
There was a knock at the door. The
chief’s secretary came in from the
outside office.
"The two men you sent down to
Surfton on the Gordon case are out
side. They’d like to see you at once
—very important.”
Lamar reached for bis hat. The
chief interposed.
“No, I want you to stay and hear
what they have to say. Maybe it will
arouse your interest sufficiently to i
make you change your mind. Send
them in, Harry.”
The two detectives rushed into the'
doorway, each desperately anxious to
tell the exciting story.
"Didn't get a trace of him down
at Surfton,” Boyle, the taller of the
two, burst out as he crossed the
threshold. "Must have had a pal
down there who warned him.”
"And we were coming back to town,
disgusted with our luck,” intercepted ;
Jacobs, "when all of a sudden I look ;
out of the window and see this fellow j
Gordon, standing plumb on the side- j
walk, as bold as you please. Of course j
Bill and I get off that car in double- !
quick time; but before we could steal
up on him Gordon sightea us and—”
“And made for an alleyway,” the
first detective broke in. jealously. ‘‘We
chased him down the alleyway—it was
one running alongside a lumber yard.
We got a patrolman to stand guard
over the entrance to the yard while
we investigated farther down the
alley—but nothing doing.”
"Did you search the yard?” asked
Lamar quietly.
“Aw, how can you search a lumber
yard?” scoffed Jacobs. “A guy could
have you playing hide-and-seek all
week in one of those things. We put
the patrolman there so he couldn’t
make a getaway.”
The chief looked at Lamar.
"Well.” he asked slyly, “does it
change ycur mind?”
Max shook his head.
"Sorry. But it doesn't. Good-by.
I'm not going back to the office just
yet. I'm going to take a brisk walk. |
Maybe when I get back some of these ]
cobwebs will be cleared out of my
head. I'm not going to walk past any
lumber yards, either,” he added as a
parting shot.
The four men—all interested in the
man hunt for the little embezzler, Gor
don—laughed heartily. If only one of
them had looked out of the window
of the chief's office at that minute he
'would have seen a weary, bedraggled
creature holding a small, white card
in his hand, wander past, looking for
an address.
The weary, bedraggled creature was
Charles Gordon, fugitive attorney,
who, after a night spent on a damp
park lawn, was seeking Max Lamar to
throw himself on his mercy.
The sight of a blue uniform with
brass buttons on the street corner
ahead of him made him dodge rapidly
into a convenient doorway. Heavy,
regular footsteps approached his hid
ing place—the measured pacing of the
patrolman on his beat, known so well
to evaders of embarrassing situations.
The blue, well-fed figure got abreast ;
of the spot—passed it, unseeing. The
coast was clear.
Gordon jumped from the doorway,
skirted the building, keeping close to :
the wall, and turned the corner. There
he drew a free breath and pushed his •
hat back on his forehead.
Tlie second large doorway from the
corner had "Elack Building” carved 1
in the stone up over the arch. Gordon
looked at the card in his hand. I
The penciled line under Lamar’s
name read. "512 Black Building." He
walked through the huge glass door <
and started to mount the stairs. A
man sneaking from the law's hands
does not trust himself to elevators— t
or rather people who run them. i
At the top of the fourth flight he
turned down the hallway to his left I
and looked for the door with that 1
number on it. He found it—the door 1
slightly ajar.
Very cautiously Gordon pushed it '
wider. !
A graceful woman, prettily gowned, ;
was seated in a chair beside the desk, <
with her back to him. The click of ‘
the closing door made her jump up
and face him. t
Gordon gasped. It was June Travis! 1
“Mr. Gordon!" she exclaimed, look- 1
ing around nervously. “Why did you <
come here? How foolish of you to
take the chance! You had such a <
splendid opportunely to get away!
Why didn’t you take advantage of it?” 1
"Get away?” Gordon laughed bit- 1
terly. "Miss Travis, everyone thinks
that ‘getting away’ is mere child’s !
play until they try to do it. There is f
nothing so difficult. There is nothing t
iu the torture line that can come up t
to It—this dodging the police when t
you don't know hew. I’m tired and t
cold and hungry. I’ve spent the night £
on a lawn in the park. I haven't had t
a morsel of food. I'm sick and dis- i
couraged—ready to give up. Mr. La- a
mar is my last hope. I thought I’d try
him. If he turns me down it's all t
over.’ c
“Maybe, if you can tell somebody k
what has happened, it will make it a
easier for you," said June. v
The telephone on the desk, at June's i
elbow, tinkled (
"1 wonder if that’s a call.” she whis
pered, dimpling with mischief. “If it
is, I’m going to answer it. Suppose
it’s some big crime case? A murder!
Wouldn’t it be exciting?”
She took the receiver from the
hook.
“Hello,” she said, as brief and busi
nesslike as could be
"Hello,” came back over the wire,
in a short, frightened gasp. “Mr. La
mar?”
There w-as a sharp click, a buzzing,
then utter silence. June moved the
hook up and down impatiently. There
“Why Did You Come Here?”
was no answer. She became quite ex
cited about it—and persisted. Sud
denly a bored voice broke in:
“Number, please?”
“You cut me off!" June answered
sharply.
“What number were you talking
to?”
“I don’t know. They called me."
“If I can locate the party. I’ll call
you again. Hang up, please.”
“Oh btther!”
June put the received back on the
hook and turned to Gordon.
“The reason I'm so put out and irri
tated about it,” she explained, “is be
cause I thought it sounded like my
nurse's voice. It was so like hers—
as though she were terribly fright
ened! It couldn’t have been, though.’
she added meditatively. “She didn't
know I was coming here—I didn't want
t er to. And she hadn't any reason tc
call up Mr. Lamar. In fact I know
she'd avoid him. I suppose it was
only my imagination.”
*******
At the Travis house Mary shrank
iwav from the telephone and covered
iier face with her hands, in terror
lune at Lamar's office! Why? And
secretly, too. Horrors were piling up
It had teen a wild, unreasoning feat
that drew her to the telephone tc
communicate with Lamar. A sense ol
iesperation and complete helpless
aess. She knew, as soon as the cen
:ral repeated the number after her,
:hat she had done a foolish thing. And
:hen June had answered!
Mary crept to the foot of the stair
way leading up to the attic and lis
ened. She thought she heard a slow,
measured breathing. Then the sound
)f something heavy being dragged ovei
he floor made her fly to her own room
in instant terror.
There, sitting erect and tense in the
comfortable old chair where she was
meustomed to take her afternoon nap
;he went over the happenings of the
cast hour.
Hour! Had it been only an hour!
t was incredible to suppose that sc
nuch disaster could accumulate in
lixty short minutes. She looked at th«
ittle silver boudoir clock, one ol
rune's gifts. Just an hour since, she
lad looked from the window to see
fama coming up the walk, carrying
lis suitcase.
Only an hour since he had put the
;rip on the front porch and handed
ier the key to June’s big trunk. Mary
icked off the dreadful events in a sorl
>f morbid tabulation—the events that
lad followed:
When she had gone into June’s room
o get the rest of the unpacking fin
shed Yama had followed her closely,
lis face must have been unnaturally
:hastly at the time. She had not no
iced until afterward, when its pallor
vas hideous.
Then the trunk! A slight difficulty
n opening it. on account of the key
ticking—the lid flying up suddenly,
-nd a squat, ugly, grinning face, with
racked lips parted over ugly snags
-f teeth, shoved close to her own!
Mary now caught her reflection in
he mirror over the bureau of her
com. There were blue hollows around
er eyes and a pinched, starved look
lung about her nostrils.
“Smiling Sam's” threat rang in her
ars. ,
“Thought you'd shake me, eh? Well,
ou’ve got to hide me now. or by
’ll—”
She had hidden him — aided by
ama—the coward who had made this
earsoTr.o situation possible. Together
hey had urged Sam up the steps into
ho attic. He had gone, snarling at
hem. mouthing gutter oaths and dire
hreats. Just before he had closed the
ttic door he had flourished a knife
-ith a menacing gesture. It was an
adelible warning to Mary, as she sat
lone, recalling the scene.
Suddenly, with a smothered scream,
lie old woman jumped to her feet and
aught at the edge of the bureau to
eep from falling. Upstairs from the
ttic there was a crash that shook the
falls of the room, then a stifled
man!
END OP TENTH INSTALLMENT.)
HOW EZRA MOVED HIS WELL
It Wasn't Pulled Up Nor Sawed Up,
But Without Doubt It Did
Change Place.
There Is an old ptory abort the man
wh» pulled up a wrtl and finds it to a
■ore denlrulde location and anoth**i
abvtrt the man who took up a well
Km""] It Into -wrtJon* and used one ol
the «..< !! .o* for a land roller, says
Tooth s romputdoa. They were exag
|eratl«n<, l»ut the experleus* of Exra
Tetlow proves that a well cannot al
ways he classed as a permanent fix
ture. Ezra had a well in front of his
house. It had never been a success as
a well. Ezra wanted it filled up. One
way would have been to haul stones
or earth and use the material to fill It.
Hut Ezra had no team.
So he went at it with a shovel. Work
ing on the side of the well next to the
road he began to dig and to throw the
dirt into the well, which was not a diffi
cult job as the well was rather shal
low.
But when the task seemed finished
Ezra found that he had made a new
hole by the side of the one he had been
filling. There was but one thing to do
—he proceeded to fill It in the same
manner. Of course this resulted in still
another excavation, which in turn re
ceived similar treatment
As all of Ezra’s digging has been on
the side of the well nearest the road
the result was that the hole in the
ground was finally moved out to the
highway.
Judson Tolliver was commenting on
wiiiiwiwn—wirwi jiwmwwwMWII—tftWiivwvMni n« «=>b
the exploit one day down at the cor
ners. “Queer thing Ezra did,” he re
marked. “You know that old well that
stood in his front yard? Well, sir, he
moved It 30 feet from where it was—
moved it clear out into the road 1”
“flow'd he do it?” inquired another
i representative citizen.
“You’ll have to ask Ezra,” replied
Judson. “But he did it sure enough.
I saw the well in the road yesterday,
and I saw the track he made moving
it The thing plowed a furrow four
leet wide all the way.”
Old, but New to Someone.
A farmer of Madison once went to
town to buy n horse and on meeting
a ranchman said: “Do you know where
I can buy a good hoss?”
“I have a horse I'll sell for S3S.56
cash, sir,” replied the ranchman.
“Will she plow corn?” Inquired the
farmer.
“You’d be surprised to see that
horse plow corn,” the man answered.
The farmer thought this a great bar
gain and bought it.
The next morning he took the “hoss”
_. -_____:_:_
out and hitched her to the plow. She
wouldn't budge, willingly nor by
force, so, after trying for fully five
hours in the sun, he took her back to
the ranchman.
“I thought you said this hoss would
plow corn,” growled the farmer.
“No, I didn't,” returned the rancher.
“I said you would be surprised to see
her plow, and I bet you would, too.”_
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