Waterbury evening Democrat., 1905-08-18
IN THE BISHOPS
 CARRIAGE
By MIRIAM MICHEL S ON
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{ Copyright 1904, by The Bobbs-Merrill Company.

But we'll give her a chance. And because of what it may lead to, if she works hard, because of the oppor |, tunities we can give her, there ain't so much in it in a money way as you might imagine Obermuller didn't say anything. His own lips and his own eyes sneered now. and he winked openly at me, which made the little man hot.
 Blast it!" he twanged. T mean it. If you've got any notion through my coming down to your dirty little ing the girl, just get busy thinking something else. She may be worth something to you-meaSured up against the dubs you've got; but to as"
 ''To you, it's not so much your not having her as my having her that"
 Exactly. It ain't our policy to l leave any doubtful cards in the ene- my's hands He can have the bad ones He couldn't get the good ones And the doubtful ones, like this girl l Olden-"
 i Well that's just where you're mis- taken!" Obermuller thrust his hands deep in his pockets and put out that square chin of his like the fighter he i is. "'This girl Olden' is anything but doubtful She's big card right now i if she could be well handled. And the time isn't so far off when, if you get her, you people will be-" Just how much is your interest in her worth?" the little man sneered. ! Obermuller glared at him, and in the pause I murmured demurely: "Only a six-year contract"
 Mag, you should have seen 'em jump i both of 'em; the little man with ! vexation, the big one with surprise. : A contract. Me?-Nance Olden! Why, Mag, you innocent, of course l hadn't Managers don't give six-year contracts to girl-burglars who've never set foot on the stage. 1 When the little man was gone, Ober- muller cornered me.
 Whats your game, Olden?" he cried. You're too deep for me; l throw up my hands. Come; what've you got in that smart little head of yours? Are you holding out for higher I stakes? Do you expect him to buy that great six-year contract and diyvy the proceeds with me? Because he will-when once they get their eye on you, they'll have you; and to turn up your nose at their offer is just the way to make them itch for you. But how the deuce did you find it out? And where do you get your nerve from, anyway? A little beggar like you to refuse an offer from the T. T. and sit matching your schemes on your i little Id 'steen dollars a week,a7.7 '. 2. 1 It'll have to be twice 'steen, now, suppose?"
 "All right, just as you say" laughed. But why aren't you in the trust, Fred Obermuller?"
 why aren't you in society, Nance?' "Um!-well. because society's preju- diced against lifting. but the trust isn't Do you know that's a great graft, MT. Obermuller-lifting whole sale? Why don't you get. in?''
 Because trust is lot of sailors on a raft who keep their places by kick ing of the drowning hands that clutch at it. Can you fancy a fellow like Tausig stopping down to help me tenderly on board to divide the pick ings?"
 ! No. but can fancy you grappling with him till he'd be glad to take you on rather than be pulled of himself"
 You'd be in with the push, would you. Olden. if you were managing? he asked. with a grin.
 I'd be at the top. wherever that was"
 Then why the deuce didn't you jump at Tausig's offer? Were you really crafty enough"
 q am artiste. M Obermuller." I gut turaled like Mdlle Picotte. who dances on the wire. "I mo0st have about me those who arre-who are con geniale-"
 You monkey," he laughed. Then. when Tausig comes to buy your con . tract"
 "WeTl tell him to 20 10 thunder" I He laughed. Say. Mag. tha. big fel- low is like a boy when he's pleased. I guess that's what makes il such fun to please him.
 And I. who admired your business sagacity in holding of, Nance" he said
 ! T thought you admired my take-oi of Mdlle. Picotte"
 'Well9"
 Well why don't you make use oi ! it7 Take me round 10 the theaters and let me mimic all the swell actors and actresses. I've got more chance ! with you than with that trust gang 1 They wouldn't give me room to do ! my own stunt. they'd make me fl into . theirs. Bur you-"
 But me. You think you can wind me r0und your fnger?7 I "Sot-yet"
 He chuckIsd- thought had him ! going. saw Nance OIdeH spending ! her evenings at the biz Broadway rhe- aters. when. fus- at that minute. Gin ger. the caII-boy. burst in with . note
 Say. Mag wouldn't like to zst that ! man ObernuIIsr hopping mad sr ne, l and Many OIdens n e1Eari. either 1 But the way hs Erittei his teeth a- | -ts. ra-a and -hz devil in his eves