Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1902-05-01

this town. That means a fortune for
you if we can keep the county seat.
If we lose the county seat your lots will
be worth just what they'll bring for
farming purposes, and no more. Nor
is that the worst of it. Let Harmony
win in this election and every man,
woman and child now living in Concord
will pull up stakes and move over to the
other town."
"They wouldn't leave their homes
and their places of business, would
they?" queried Guy, aghast.
'Not much they wouldn't leave 'em
they'd take 'em along. You could
put wheels under the national capitol
and move it along hundred miles over
these prairies without Earring out
brick or a chunk of III ortar My word
for it, Mr. Herbert, let Harmony win
and there won't be so much as hem
coop left to mark the site OF the pres
ent town of Concord"
I'll CO." said Guy.
81 thought you would" returned the
Colonel, approvingly. There's
freight down at $50. Take that"
Copy. C-o-p-y!' bawled a voice
through hole in the partition.
The Colonel made dive for the pa
per weight and the red-headed printer
vanished in fash.
It'll have to grind out some stuff for
that rascal, or he'll drive me crazy!"
exclaimed the Colonel, tossing his
hands.
"Then I won't bother you any long
err said Guy.
you'll have to be discreet" went on
the Colonel, following the young man
to the door. Don't let those Harmony
chaps get an inkling is to who you are
or what you're there for, that's all.
Keep your plans to yourself and don't
talk about them to any one in this
place. There's bad leak in this COM
munity somewhere, and more than one
choice plan of mine has f1oated out OF
it and drifted over to the enemy.
Sharp's the word and I shall expect
good report from you in the morning"
The Colonel gave the young mans
hand parting grip, closed the door on
him and then seated himself before his
desk and resumed his scratching.
He's clay in my hands" soliloquized
the Colonel, blithely. II can do as L
please with him, and can make or mar
the future OF this town-whicheve is
the more profitable"
Out in the workroom the red-he AIDED
printer had been doing some peculiar
things. The moment Guy had left he
had thrust the brush end of broom
out through the open window; then, on
the reverse side of an old piece Of copy,
he had written the following:
"Guy Herbert, son of the late Mont
fort Herbert, arrived in Concord at
noon and at this hour-two p. m.-has
j1st left the old man. He's going over
| to the town meeting tonight to get
some pointers. Watch out for him.
He's about twenty-five or three, five
feet eleven or possibly six feet tall,
dark hair and mustache, and looks as
though he was built for business"
That was all. The printer neither adj
dressed the note nor signed it, and the
moment he finished writing the last
word a soft tap fell on the back door.
The printer made haste to answer
the knock. A man stood outside at the
head of the rear stairway-a strapping
big fellow with his trousers tucked in
his boot tops. He and the printer ex-
changed winks as the scrap of paper
was handed over. Then the big fellow
noiselessly descended and the printer
noiselessly closed the door and re-
moved the broom from the window.
That "leak" was through the stove
pipe hole in the Blizzard Office.