Newport daily independent., 1902-12-30

\ AtlASb k9@1 ' 1d eA~~N~Nt N-~N the inspector.
 You can't see it, you idiot, be- cause I haven't got it with me-" he shouted.
 A hand tugged gently at the in spectors sleeve, and an awed whis- per said in his ear:
 That's John Bailey, the million aire; you're making bad mistake"
 The inspector suddenly dropped his air of smooth civility, and he an- swered the interfering passenger loudly and rudely:
 "You internal fooli" broke in the millionaire, 'you don't know me, and you don't know what can do to you. It's the last day you'll be on this line"
 "Come on," replied the inspector, none of your bullying to me. Show me your ticket or pay your fare. You can't frighten me, millionaire or no millionaire"
 ''I don't care tuppence who he isl He's got to show his ticketsor pay.
 John Bailey jumped to his feet in frenzy of rage, and for moment It looked as if he intended to strike the inspector, but the passenger who had whispered to the inspector stepped between the two men. "Come, come, Mir. Bailey" he said, soothingly, its not worth while getting excited about it. It's easy to see the mans fool Here, let me pay for a ticket, and you can see that the insult is not repeated"
 The millionaire suddenly calmed. ssWill you be kind enough, sir, ne remarked, in a cutting voice, to les me attend to my own business9
 A sudden slackening in the speed of the train warned them of thelr near approach to the terminus. John Bailey resumed his seat, but, though outwardly calm, the workings of hls face showed the depths of his rage.
 The ticket inspector spoke again: q must take your name and address if you won't pay"
 "You'll know my name well enough before the days over," snarled John Bailey, "and you'll be sorry you ever heard it.'' :,
 Just then the train stopped, ana the whole party stepped on to the platform.
 The millionaire immediately hailed a cab. and the ticket inspector heard him direct the cabman to drive nm +o the offices of the railway com pany. .4
 "You'1e made a nice mess of It, my man." said the other passenger con temptuously. "You've about maoe your last trip on the line
 The inspector turned on ms heei without answering
 The secretary received John Bailey <, lie nrivate room, and listened quiet ly to his complaint.
 When the millionaire had finished speaking the secretary touched bell and to the clerk who answered the summons said: "Find the name ot the inspector who checked tickets on the 1o:3o train"
 The clerk returned almost immedl- ately. sJames Bayliss, sir" he re- marked.
 ..Bavliss," said the secretary, retiec- lively. eIm sorry, MT. Bailey" he con tinued. that I cannot accede to your request to dismiss this man. He IS a good servant, and has a good record with the company. Evidently he did not know you; but we cannot dismiss n man for doing his best to carry out our instructions"
 ''Is that your answerY Jerked the millionaire.
 Pm very sorry, MT. Bailey, but it's the only one l can give you"
 Let me have telegraph-form, please" asked the millionaire, sud- denly.
 "Certainly, Mir. Bailey" said the sec retary, affably.
 There was silence for few minutes as John Bailey filled up the form.
 Read that" said the millionaire. Its to my broker"
 The message was: "Buy me con trolling interest in Sewers, Limited, Bailey"
 The secretary rose tV HIS ASSC, ouv as he did so the millionaire snatched the message from the table and left the room swiftly. His final remark was: q think Bayliss will go now. But his exit was too hurried to allow 1 him to see the satisfied smile on the secretary's face.
 Shortly after the millionaire's de parture the seeretary's private seere- tary returned from his holiday. He entered the secretary's office in the dress of ticket inspector.
 The secretary received him with a hearty shake of the hand. "Bayliss, " he remarked, that was a capital O. tion of yours, but I'm afraid your ca reer as a ticket Inspector is at an end.