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Show page 94 a big hog to a scalding vat; from our side of town across the tracks one would have had to be blind to miss the awesome dignity as the group with Fad slowly, majestically, solemnly retraced partially Fad's nightly way to work. Ruby had presence of mind to return to her diner and to phone lawyer Flam Farrell, who, in company with Police Chief Lattimore, went immediately to the x«7arehouse, where they were soon joined by Mr. Leon Whipple of the mill Whipples. Farrell did not see Ruby in person until two days later, when he and Chief Lattimore went dox-m to Durango's, to give Ruby the thirty five hundred dollars that had tempted them both and to make appearances for appearances' sake for our part of town. Farrell got a chance to say a few words reflecting his own and a few others' enlightened opinion on the social progress of our town, despite Fad's "lying in" and the beautiful but final funeral procession Durango arranged with fine music and strutting girls and his personal sign - all very much as Ruby had predicted. Ruby led Farrell hat in hand to the foot of Fad's casket and asked everyone to be quiet and asked two or three to put their beer away. "Friends," said Flam Farrell, "I am privileged to have known this good man, Charles Stillman. For the record, I was at the mill warehouse shortly after the unfortunate events of the other night. All evidence indicates that Charles Stillman defended himself and mill property with great courage, against two vicious men. |