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feedness which doesn't let them be
trampled on" I answered. "Tell that
to your Me. Harold Jamei." And so
he went away, muttering.
The Streets and the Jameses had
been old friends until Mr. James
made his money. Then my father
quarreled with him. He was proud
and touchy and sensitive, and Mr.
James was not conciliatory. That
was why the quarrel came to be a
One morning a few days later I
saw that a series of boards had been
put up all around my little property
In the night I went down tP look at
them. There were ten In all, and
each, bore In largeIettes the words:
"Trespassers will be prosecuted."
The road Jed from the garden
through a mile of James' land to
Hicjisville. A man was waiting at the
gate of tie garden, and I hadn't set
foot outside before he came hurriedly
1 "! must ask. you to go back," he
said, faking off his hat respectfully.
He-seemed a gentleman, although he
was dressed like a tramp. "You may
not know that this is a private road.
In fact it has always been private,
although Mr. James allowed your
father the use of it I, must request
that you step back upon your own
"Indeed, I shall do no such thing,"
I replied angrily, "I utterly defy you
and your old road."
And I went forward, though my
heart was beating. The man watched
me until I was out of sight
I returned from town abput an
hour later. The man was waiting for
"I'm sorry," he said, "but Mr.
James insists on his orders being
obeyed. Unless you agree not to tres
, pass again, I shall have to take se
" "Tell Mr, James that he Is welcome
to take any measures he likes," I an
swered. "He can't frighten me into
selling my property. And, what's
morer ne won't"
With that I went Indignantly into
the house, and, once Inside, I confess
that I gave way to tears. I was. very
lonely. I had written to a girl chun
to come down from Richmond and
stay with me until I had decided upon
my plans, but I had never contem
plated being marooned. What if that
wicked Harold James really meant to
let me starve to death there? But
soon. I plucked tip courage, for out
side I ieard the creaking of the
grocer's wagon. Mr. Tarrlsh Was an
old friend of mine, and he would
never be prevented from crossing
that piece of property.
"I hear young Mr. James Is back,"
he observed, when he had delivered
my purchasesvN"You'll be Belling-ouS
I'm afraid, Miss Millicent"
"Never!" I answered indignantly,
and Mr. Tarrlsh laughed.
"You've got the grit of your dad,
Miss Millicent," he .said aaihihgly.
Keep it up! Don t let it be said a
James could bluff a Street'
"Well, I should say not,'' I an
swered, and with that I felt so: proud
that I was quite ashamed to let him
know the peril that I was- In of being
arrested and carried away to prison.
Not that I believed Harold James
could really close that road. But the
Jameses could do almost anything in
our country, and if they chose to go
to law well, everyone knows that
four thousand dollars has hard work
fighting fourteen millions. I wasn't
too joyful when X awoke nextfiaoxn
I looked out of the window. The
boards were still there, but there was
Ino sign of the 'tramp agent I was
going Into town anyway that day to
get the mail, so I had breakfast
quickly and put on my hat and sal
Then I saw something that made
my heart jump into my throat. Close
to the gate, tied to a short stake by a
very long chain, was the most Sav
age looking bull I had ever seen. He
had his head down, and as I ap
proached the garden. gatehe gave