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SCOOTS LIBBEY, a worthless character, who‘has smashed his maâ€" chine into another car, killing its lone occupant, a woman. _ Forbes‘ companion and Libbey®quit the scene hurriedly, leaving the former alone to face a constable who reasons that Eddie, with the scent of whiskey about him, must be connected in some way with the accident. Accordingly, Forbes is arrested. Out on bail Eddie keeps from his wife the name of the person he was with. Forbes does this to shield the younger fellow who would be ruined if the truth were ‘learned. Instead Eddie bears the brunt of the cireumâ€" stantial evidence and at his trial is declared guiltyâ€"and sentenced to prison for along term of years. At the +jail one of the authorities apâ€" proaches and introduces himself. EDISON FORBES, a young resiâ€" dent of Scottdale, goes on a little joy ride with another young fellow. Some liquor is consumed. They are stopped suddenly by the sight of a booze truck driven by CHAPTER V "I‘m Warden Courtney," announcâ€" ed the newcomer. "You‘re to go up to Lansing right away. The govâ€" ernor wants to see you." Edison looked at him uncompreâ€" hendingly. > "The governor?" he stammered. . "Meâ€"why?" The warden smiled. ‘ "He‘ll tell you when you get there. If you hurry you can catch the next interurban limited. There‘s one due in 10 minâ€" utes." _ â€"""Butâ€"" Edison looked ‘about unâ€" certainly. â€" emerte "No officer; you go alone." Still| smiling the warden shook hands with[ him. : "Good Juck." The handchsp{ propelled Edison toward the door.! "Â¥ou know where the station is?) All right; better step lively." ‘ l He caught the car. He did not( know what to think. In fact, the) waves of emotion which had passed‘ over him made clear thinking impos-1 sible. He dared not hope; but the ca” wheels clicked endlessly: "The govâ€"| ernor, the governor, the governorâ€"" and it seemed a song of hope. ) élosely.. 1 came to the conclusion you were telling the truth I was far be blinded by prejudice, and local isâ€" When he reached Lansing he found that Governor Albright was expectâ€" ing him. When he gave his name to the attendant in the executive suite, he was ushered at once into the priâ€" vate office. "Well, Forbes," .grunted the governor, as they shool hands, "how many kinds of a fool have you been making of yourself2" > He was a big man whose age was hard to estimate and whose hair was of a certain shade which defied .the coming of gray. Edison started at the beginning and told him the whole story, withholding only the name of his companion. "That‘s why I sent for you, Ediâ€" son. I feel I owe his son something. I kept an eye on your case. I couldn‘t interfere until you‘d had your trial. When I heard you‘d been convicted I telephoned the warden to send you down. Boy, I‘ve pardoned you." "Pardoned meâ€"pardéned?" guiped Edison. "I suppose you‘re surprised at my sending for you. Fact is Edison, we should know each other. Did you ever hear that your father was one of my best friends 40 years ago*" _ "So you took a chance on prison to protect this fellow who was with you?" queried the governor, when he had finished.{ Eddie noddéd. "But I don‘t know that I would have done it," he conâ€" ferred frankly, "if I‘d thought they‘d convica. It didn‘t seem possible they could do that on the evidence." "Anyway, you did," returned the governor. "The world calls you a chump for that. But somehow, my boy, I‘m for you. There‘s too much thinking of ourselves and too little thinking of the other fellow in the world today, "He mentioned you sometimes beâ€" fore he died, sir." â€" "Well, I brought you here on his account. When we were both youngâ€" sters we worked in the lumber woods together. It was he who gave me my start. â€"~He came into a little money about the time I had a chance to buy a block of pine. He let me have it. In a couple of years I cleaned up a mighty comfortable stake. There was no stopping me after that. "Of course I paid him back long ago. But I‘ve always had a warm spot in my heart for Joe Forbes. W it hadn‘t been for him, the chances are about fifty to one I‘d never been governor of Michigan. Edison sat motioniess, bereft of the The Leading Characters of speech. "Of .course the irs will rant about my tarnâ€" TWO "But | lmssness throuch the jack wins counâ€" â€" Kes, sir." "There‘s one thing I want you to promise me. You know, your father was a fine man and a clever man. He would have gone a long ways if it hadn‘t been forâ€"" ° "I know, Governor, liquor." "That‘s right, boy. It looks as though you‘ve started the same way. There‘s nothing in jt; never has been, and now less than ever. I wish yon’d] promise me, Edison â€"mnot to. quit drinking, because that may be beyond your strength, but to try to quit drinking." The governor clapped him on the! shoulder. "All right, lad; that‘s fine. You see, it sort of puts us in the hole and makes the long hairs right if you fall down on me. I‘d like to turn the laugh against ‘em. Now run along to that little wife of vours." | In the trainâ€"ride from the capital to Scottdale Edison came as near to true happiness as at any time in his life. The fate which he had faced and so narrowly escaped had toned déwn the riotousness of his joy. The tornado of emotion which had carried him breathlessly to the depthsâ€" of misery, through the uncertainty of the jourrey to the governor‘s office and through most of the interview that followed, had left him somewhat exhausted. "Oh, Governor, I promise to quit now, forever!" breather Edison. So he was in a condition of deâ€" lightful languor, swathed in the inâ€" effable thought that he was a free manâ€"free to start overâ€"again, free to take up life again with Patsy Jane. Prison doors did not open blackly beâ€" hind him." They had closed, closed forever. + science tells me I‘ve done right. Now Edisonâ€"" "That‘s as near as I want to get," he said to himself, with a shudder. "That‘s what booze did for me. Ill never take another drink!" But even as he reiterated the pledge anxiousâ€" Iy he was conscious of a lack, of a void at his nerve centres which a good stiff drink would nlug un effectually. CHAPTER VI "So do I." he rejoined, kis face clearine masicallv. "I‘m crary to wive the wilderne«ss a trial. â€" We‘ll fary a «cconchand bus and some camnâ€" ing stuff and start." ‘i was nearly noon of the thin‘ day surmountin= a _ considerable ridee, they saw the roof of the log mabin. Patay Jane greeted it with a trinmmhant | chirrun. _ The (journey hyd heen a nleasant ome. Ther had loft brhimd the nrnansrags soâ€"tin~ af the state with its naged road. with the first dav. < Coner®s had beor reâ€" nlaced hy gravsl. which in turn vieldâ€" ed to dirt turnwikes. ‘ These mads way for sandyv traâ€"k« which wivoled w#h ennarâ€"nt aim. fessing churchâ€"goers who singled oat the liquor law in: their speeches as the one they would enforce most vigâ€" orously. This applied to Scottdale which, furthermore. disapproved of Richard Albright because he was known as a "liberal." Judge Persons issued a public statement in which he declared that the governor‘s action was a "gross abuse of power," and made the Forbes case a "travestry of justice." A Change of Scene Scottdale hummed like a swarm of angry bees over the governor‘s parâ€" don. The community had never been for Albright. In all his campaigns it had voced for his opponents, nrcâ€" To Edison and his wife the town had become imnos«sible?*> He,. could have staved on. found work of some kind, and forced it to revise its esâ€" timate. But the game was not worth the candle. He knew something of the inert vindictiveness toward the erring of which small communities are capable. It might be years beâ€" fore he could fight back to grudged position again. These would be years of loneliness and ostracism. "I‘ve thought of that." replied Fâ€" die sagerly. "Don‘t you remember dad had some cutover pine lands near Long Portage? Let‘s go up there. The land isn‘t much good T supnose. But therc‘s a house on the place; anyway there was three years ago when I went fishing on Portage "Why. of course 1 would. Eddie." she returned nromatlyv. "P‘d love it! If the land won‘t supnort ns. why there are onnortunities there just the same as there are hore. It‘s that .or a big_city. And I hate big cities." » "It.isn‘t worth it, Eddie," agmd[ Patsy Jane, soberly when, the flmtf rapture of reunion over, theyâ€" disâ€"| cussed the future. "Any boy thstl was born here and tries to be someâ€" body is under a handican. They nn‘t! admit he can possibly be as good.as| someone who comes from away. No:\ we‘ll go. But where?" 2 "It‘s wonderful un there in the summer. We can make the land sunâ€" nort us. If vou‘d care to go so far from civilization and rouwh it, Patsy Jane." he concluded, wistfully. | _ That afternoon, as they were serubâ€" | bing and furnishing happily, they had [a visitor. He had waiked to the cabin over the rolling jackpine wastes. | "Good day to you," he began. "I saw (the smoke from your enrane7. My | name is Isaiah< Sealman. My fand tadjoins part of your quarter section { oa the west." "How do you do?" greeted Eddie, taking the proffered hand. "I am | Edison Forbes. This is my wife." Sealman, Somchow, the name fitted him admirably, Eddie thought. He was as sleck as a seal which has just emerged from the warer. Heâ€" had smooth brown hair, worn lorg, but kept im excellent order. He had a fu!ll though sicping forcherd, and a large, highâ€"bridged nos> The Jower | part of his face was covered by a beard several shades lighter than the ’ hair. Jt was also sleek and well kept. | The man was large, inclined to stoutâ€" inesfi, and with an air of being above ; the rough frontier clothing which |ke wore. ® The log house, much to Eddie‘s surâ€" prise und satisfaction, was found to be in fairly good condition. The roof was whole. Apparently, deerhunters had ued the place the previous auâ€" tumn as a camp. There was a rusty but serviceable stove which he did not recall as having been there previâ€" ously, in the kitchen. The nights were chill but the days were fine and sunshiny.. â€" The kitchen was a leanto adjoinâ€" ing the main building. The bigger structure was divided intn aâ€" combiâ€" nation livingâ€"room and‘dinningâ€"room and a bedroom considerably smaller. The livingâ€"room had chairs and a taâ€" ble, of a sort, and there were banks nailed to the loz wa‘ls on two sides. "Why, we can stay here tonight, Pat," ke announced gleefully. "It won‘t be much _of a job to clean up. Wonder if the pump‘s all right?" A few strokes of the handle of the iron "pitcher" pump rear the back door brought up an abundance of clear, cold water. "We‘re sitting pretâ€" ty," he declared. "Let‘s have lunch. I‘m crazy to tear in and make this place into something." The Forbes‘ hundred jand sixty acres were twelve miles east of the village of Long Portage. They had stopped in the woods town for proâ€" visions and other supplies. It boastâ€" ed a railroad division headquarters, a sawmill, and little else. Cameral Wood returnine from the Philinrin«« on account of i!! health «ave thâ€"t h won‘t ouit until it beâ€" »am« ahastately necessary, Goneral Wand 4t mev be added. has nover Sealman shot him a quick glanee, "I had heard that people nanmied Forbes owned it," he said, slowly. "But I thought you‘d abandon«d it The taxesâ€"" "Here for a summer outing, I supâ€" pose*" persuaded Scaiman, as he looked about with (argv. shrewd blue eyes. im en smiling frankly:~ you lnow.â€" We the north a trial Sealman considered without speakâ€" ing for a time. He spoke slowly: "Well. if that‘s the way you feel about it I might be able to use you, Forbes. I‘m raising a good deal of alfalfa lately. They‘ve taken to feedâ€" ine sheen and cattie on these barrens. Most‘ of my land‘s under cultivation. I nsed a handâ€"" he stopped. "I tell vou: Come over after you‘ve seen about vour taxes and made un yéur nhul.hlry whether you‘re going to stay. . "By Jove,. that‘s so!" interrupted Eddie, frowning thoughtfully. "I‘ve neglected the taxes for some tim=. I must go downtown tomorrow and see about them." "You intend to farm, Mr. Forbes?" "To tell the truth. I don‘t know," returned Eddie. "We haven‘t had time to Jook around and decide. J don‘t suppose much of this land is good. I haven‘t any implements or horsesâ€"" Sealman nodded agreement. "The land isn‘t much good. It goes in streaks up here in the jacknine counâ€" try. There‘s an occasional belt of good land and then a belt of white sand that won‘t raise ragweed. Yours, except along Portage, is mostly sand. It‘s all right to spend a vacation om, though it‘s pretty lonesome, even in summer. I‘m afraid you‘ll be pulling up stakes again pretty soon." "Neither do I," she supplemented, spiritedly. "I want to stay here. I love it. If the farm won‘t sunport us, my husband can find something to do, I‘m sure. We don‘t need much." Eddie had a good, sizeable jaw, He thrust it forward unconsciously as he answered: "Oh, no, we won‘t. We‘ve decided to locate in the southern part of the state. We haven‘t seen much of our land. but we like what we‘ve seen. I don‘t think it‘s lonesome hereâ€"" He looked doubtfully at Patâ€" sy Jane. "Here THE HIGHLAND PARK PRESS, HIGHLAND PARK, ILLINOIS o. (Continued next week) for good," returned Eddie, "I own this nlace. thought we‘d give Mimndet 209 Seauty Budrcg, prva Qond ygo un Gpurt a962 _ NP Chicago North Shore & Milwaukee yie T\ _ Railtoad Company ° . "â€" (f. * arin tss Miaving of the death of Jon Quon, St. Cathâ€" erines Chinese, who was run over and Judge Campbell, in suspending sentence, cancelled the driving liâ€" sense of Gruarian for one year, beâ€" ginning July 1. The judge decreed that in July, 1928, Gruarian would be eligible for a truck driving liâ€" cense, but would be prohibited from driving a pleasure car for a second year. He also has to report monthly to Chief Crowe. _ Frank Grufiaq..’lf-mdi Italâ€" ::l'miuthcohdmmh_ Ontario, Canada, in a case arising out killed there BUGS AND THINGS The world of vacationists learns through the columns of the Woman‘s Home Companion that "girls who hate bugs and snakes will be miserâ€" ‘able in a camp." But think of all the girls who adore bugs and snakesâ€" they are going to have a glorious time! < Some like a family physician who tells them that automobiling is more healthful than â€" walking. â€" Toledo Blade. FINEST DISPLAY OF MEMORIALS IN CRHICAGO 5751 RAVENSWOOD AVE. Jd. H. ANDERSON | GRANITE FURNISHED AND . ERECTED BY Phone Ravenswood 3523 In the "Good Old"Summer Time / lea> : s ‘ apce ( e + Sunday, July 31, is the date of this year‘s big water carnival at Racine, Wisconsin. Everyone wifl rememâ€" ber the beautiful regatta a year ago. The coming event has been planned on an even more elzborate scale. . Be there by all means! "A night in Venice"â€"on theâ€"Root River, Racineâ€" sponsored by the Racine Chamber of Commerce. Afldayam:flcmâ€"dwtm Miles and miles of illuminated floats, @mfinmwflmm’u ick‘s Dam in the evening. Bring your lunch for an allâ€"day picnic. Conveniently by North Shore Line trains; leave trains at Racine station, _ M1CHIG AN|| â€" | WIS8CONSIN|| â€" ([(11LL1NO18 Take Morth Shore Line zo Milâ€" Michigen next morning, as _ MB 'Mdmn-r Tge Torcs Sm Th We Mene ce hn e We all know people who spend a great deal of money and only succeed in making a vulgar display of themseives. An inexperienced landscape gardener may spend much money and merely desecrate the beauty of nature instead of adding to it. May 1 suggest that your estate is worthy of COMPETENT attention? . 1 * Milwaukee Northern trains for Take North Shore Line to Milâ€" waukee; connections at door of Port Washington The Charm of Good Taste Advertise In The PRESS ~ Telephone H. P. 523 PRAIRIE AVENUE, HIGHWOOD Landscape Gardening OFFICE ticket office, or at THURSDAY, JULY 28, 1927