The southern sentinel. (Winnfield, La.) 1883-1910, 1885-09-11

the main north drift on the 900 level
at the point where they are making
the up-raise. That stock 1 let you have
at bed rock will go up now. You'll
como out all right on it yet The stock
has touched bottom. She's touched
bottom sure! Now she'll go up-tht
least thing will send her upr'
Il don't pretend to know" said the
lawyer, "but our friend Jones. who is
as sharp on stocks as any man of my
acquaintance, says Golden Shower has
only just begun to tumble; that it W Il
20 so far below bed rock that dyna.
mite will not send it up-swears he
would not give one bit an acre for such
ground"
Smiths eyes flashed and his hair
bristled.
'.Han' he snorted. ''Jones says that,
does he? The ass! What does he
know about the Golden Shower. or any
other mine? If you listen to Jones, he
will land your boat for you devilish
quick. He hasn't particle of mining
sense. common sense, nor sense of any
kind, when You come to pan him outn'
Lawyer Coke detected about this
time an uneasy shutting of feet in the
closet. His scheme was working.
Chuckling inwardly. he said: why,
Smith, / have always understood Jones
to be sharp dealer in stocks. and that
he has made some pretty good hauls. "
Good hauls!" Smith repeated. 81
don't believe he has ever made split
ter. As he has nothing to put into
stocks. how in thunder can he get any
thing out of them?"
"But have always understood Jones
to be rather heavy dealer" the law
yer said.
Heavy dealer be hangedr' Jones re-
piled. He stands before the bulletin
boards in front of the offices of the
brokers, and blows by the hour about
the good turns he has just made. Never
stock goes up but he has just bought
500 or 1000 shares, and never a stock
goes down but he has Just sold in the
nick of time. All this time he does
not own share of anything, except,
perhaps. some wildcat that is off the
Board. He's the boss liar of the Com
stOck!"
A sound from the closet as of the
grating of teeth reached the ear of the
lawyer. He smothered a chuckle and
proceeded with the witness: .'Oh, but
you must be wrong. Mr.. Smith. You
must be wronging Mr.. Jones in what
you say. Mr.. Jones dresses well, and
lives well generally; therefore he must
be making something in stocks"
'.Not splitter!'' said Smith. Not
a splitter, tell you! He owes every
body that will trust him. He owes his
tailor. owes at his restaurant, owes for
his lodgings, and would have been at
the end of his string long ago. but that
his landlady and some other fools be-
-lieve him when he blows about his big
stock transactions. He'll go to where
the woodbine twineth very soon. You
can put Jones down for irregular dead
beat. shouldn't wonder il he had al
ready skipped the town. I have not
seen him for day or two. Besides,
hear that he has managed to get hold
of the little savings Of his landlady,
some $500"
..Liary' was heard in muffled roar,
as Jones rushed from the closet with
uplifted chair. bristling and foaming
W. tn rage.
Smith bounded from his seat at the
lawyers center table. with eyes Cog
Cling at the sudden apparition of
Jones from . quarter so unexpected,
and in looks and attitude so venomous
and threatening. He saw that the dogs
OF war had been slipped. and that it
was to be war to the knife. Impelled
by the instinct of self-preservation,
Smith grasped an ink bottle from the
table and opened the battle by hurting
it with all his force at Jones head.
Jones neatly stopped the missile with
the bottom of his chair. The bottle
exploded with q crash, and a shower of
ink flooded the carpet and spattered
the walls. As Smith reached for .
paper weight, Jones let drive at him
with his chair. Smith ducked his head
below the table just in time, and the
chair crashed into large mirror.
Lawyer Coke loudly called upon the
combatants to cease the fray. but their |
blood was up and the voices of both |
were still for war. They fired away at |
each other from opposite sides of the |
table, around which they were dancing.
with books, inkstands and all else that
comes to hand. Jones had Just fired |
at Smith q plaster bust of some great |
legal light, which missed and crashed |
to atoms in the remains of the shat |
tered mirror, when the latter seized |
upon q bronze gladiator and whirled it
about his head, yelling: ..Ncw IN
fetch your
At sight of missile SO formio..
Jones made q sudden plunge under the
table. probably with the intention Of
grasping Smith by the legs and land
ing him upon his back. Smith, how
ever. saw the dodge just as he was in
the act of firing away with the gladia-
tor. and, reserving his ammunition.
stopped beneath the table to whack
Jones's head with it Finding that
there was not room in which TO swing |
his weapon. Smith contented himself
by trying to punch it into Jones's face
and eyes Smith soon caused . free
flow of claret from Jones' nose and
from = cut he made over his-right eve,
when the latter managed to get hold Of |
the base OF the statuette, and by q sud- |
den push sent the head of the gladiator
into Smiths mouth. smashing IN one or |
two front teeth. This unexpected re-
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