“When spring opened Edelin began harrowing a part of the land. Justice Cottle looked from his Post-office window and smiled grimly.“If nobody else will rent that land,” he said, “I’ll rent it. I can lick Edelin if necessary.” Cottle is 60 and Edelin is 46, but both are wiry and active.“The peace Justice leased the land in due legal form and went over last Saturday to the place where Edelin was harrowing.“You’re very kind,” he said to Edelin. You’re harrowing ground for my potatoes there in a few days.” “Judge,” said Edelin,” “I defy you to plant potatoes here!”“Just you wait till Monday,” said the Judge.• “Monday Cntttr hired AVHHam Sehroeder to plow tlje ground for his potatoe crop. Edelin appeared with his shotgun ami drove Sehroeder off. In Ids line of retreat the plowman]ifI«11ajwended his rapid way past the Post-office and Postmaster Judge Cottle.“Hey!” called the Judge. “Go back there and plow, i’ll see that Edelin -doesn’t shoot you.”. “Sehroeder went back, the Judge with bim. Edelin, according to the other two men, snapped his shotgun at Cottle. The older man made a leap for Edelin, hit iiim squarely un-ider the jaw and caught his gun as he fell into a fresh furrow.“Edelin, when he was able to be up, went away and let Sehroeder continue plowing.”I