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"GOD'S GOOD MAN" - By Alvah Jordon Garth (Copyright by W. G. Chapman.) Fetlocks deepjn mud, the old horse which Adam Ross"rede came to a halt before the one office building of Ash ton and its twenty-years owner dis mounted and sought out the office of fiemuel Quigg, attorney. 1 "I've come to accept your offer on that lot of mine," spoke Ross quickly and eagerly, and the ferret-faced at torney smiled covertly as he said: "Too late, Mr. Ross." "But last week " "As agent of the new railroad com pany I offered you $1,000 for the property. You held for $1,500. Since then we have changed our right of way, so your property is not neces sary. i Ross looked gloomily disappointed. He. sat fidgeting and worried. Quigg eyed" him speculatively. "See here," he observed finally. "I am friend enough of yours to tell you that as soon as construction work is done your lot will be a worthless piece of realty, hemmed In by a network of tracks. You can never sell it. The company might take it to use as a siding space. I don't know, but I can 'try. One thing, though, they would not give you more than $200 for it." "Why, that's sheer robbery!" vo ciferated Ross. The lawyer shrugged his shoulders . indifferently. Ross reflected, his face gray and desperate. "All right," he said, finally in a sub dued tone. "If you can get me $200 cash by the end of the week I'll take it. For Dot's sake!" he whispered to himself, as he left the place with bowed head and pain-driven eyes. Dot Dorothy, his only child, his spoiled pet. Selfish, unruly Dot, whom he idolized, motherless now, and that made him the more tender and pliable. She had married a year previously. Her husband was well up in society and her whole being was centered on fashion and extrava,- gance. Her father had almost im poverished.himself to give her a royal wedding gift. Since then Dot had drawn on his resources constantly. Only the day before she had met him, childishly pouting because she wished to give a party to outvie a social rival, and Vernon Dale, her husband, could Tint nffnrrJ rhfi pttiptirp As usual, her father agreed to standfoj in the breach. She needed $300. SaEf- iini n.r:n ..,-. -n:nnj . "-T tuuajr Gvciuug one icuuvcu 11, av frBsfcp' Too Late, Mr. Ross." though Ross had drawn his last '. dred dollars from the bank to up the amount. "Old Dobbin, the little house - leased ground I live in and my ace dent and life insurance all I have left," he ruminated, "but the party! means happiness and pleasure to Dot and I can get along some way."" But in this the devoted father 'wasj in error. One morning about six months later Dorothy came to him in tears. a &' c? Af Mw - " j. ' -St A j - i liiWj wBmmmmim