The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1908-03-12

Perhaps a cousin" he persisted,
wildly.
Are you the. census taker?" she
asked, icily.
Il am looking for"
Il heard you say that before. I'm
not deaf. And don't think you'll find
him in my suit case II you desire
further information l can assure you
that l have neither father, cousin,
uncle, brother-in-law. nor any other
relative of that name. II you are sat.
isfied, we'll close the conversation"
He was not satisfied by good deal,
but he had to desist for the present
Presently he tried another device for
getting what he wanted He wrote a
sired the information he had been
seeking. and had the porter deliver it.
Unfortunately she had seen him writ.
ing it, and she tore it into fragments
without reading.
Thinks I'm trying to flirt with her,
groaned the young man as the porter
shot his white-toothed grin at him.
At Provo telegram was handed her
by the Pullman conductor and Cotton,
glancing anXiously across at her, made
out the signature at the bottom. It
was j. M. Briggs.
She certainly has something to do
with the affair if Briggs is on her
trail he reflected with knit brows.
The conviction of this was forced
upon him when the train drew into
the depot at Salt Lake and the form
OF Briggs appeared at the end Of the
car. The stream of passengers max.
ing their exit delayed the man for a
minute, ana Cotton, made desperate
by the urgency of the case, seized the
suit case bearing the name F. Jackson,
and offered to carry it to the hack.
Let that suit case alone, young
man" commanded the strong minded
lady.
But Roger was already heading down
the aisle and feigned not to hear. She
flew after him in pursuit and caught
up with him just as he reached the
row of waiting hacks outside the sta.
ton. Snatching the suit case from
him, she swiftly gave him piece Of
her mind, made terms with the nearest
hackman, and disappeared into the
cab.
Out of the corner of his eye Cotton
saw Briggs bearing down upon them.
The cab wheels were already moving
when he whipped open the door,
stepped inside, and sat down opposite
the irate lady.
Get out of here" she commanded.
IF you'll give me just moment to
explain he protested
Now, if you'll kindly tell me what
all this foolishness means before
call policeman" she was beginning,
frostily, when he broke in.
Its objectionable, of course,
madam, but had to see you. Ifyou'll
only look at my card and give me three
minutes conversation, my actions will
explain themselves. If your time is
worth hundred dollars minute. I'll
pay that rather than not see you"
Her eyes snapped and she took out
her watch. Money talks, young man
Pay in advance, please"
He observed that she had glanced
at his card, and at sight OF the name
of the company had become all atten-
ton in moment. Swiftly he peeled
five twenties from the roll in his
pocket, and under the spur of so
heavy an expense he did not lose q
second in explaining his errand.
DO you want Mr.. Frank Jackson or
Frank Jackson? If you want Frank
Jackson, the owner of that stock, I'm
the person"
You? What an idiot l am" he
murmured.
Quite so. but your mistake was not
unnatural. I'm just on my way back
from Europe, and | haven't heard
about this trouble. Explain 1t again.
please"
AT your expense, or the com
pany he asked cautiously.
I'll forego the hundred dollars this
time" she smiled.
He explained at length, concisely
and forcefully, putting the situation
to her. The gist Of his argument was
that under present conditions the com
pany was run for the benefit Of the
stockholders, whereas II Kelly gained
control it would be run as q feeder for
the railroad.
She saw the point and her decision
was instantaneous.
Wire to Mr.. NARROW that his mad
young man has secured my 1900
shares for him to vote as my proxy.
I'm satisfied with the present man
agement"
He caught hold of her hand and
shook it, his eyes shining.
Bully for you, Miss Jackson. You're
the best business woman ! ever saw"
he cried.
Next week NARROW won the day, and
the first act of the new board was to
appoint Roger Cotton auditor