The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1908-06-11

'But-but," stammered the cham
pion Of Longmatt. II don't understand.
Why. the legislature is fixed! IL
bought it!'
$50 did IT, asserted the cattle. ling
Wrong again. gentlemen chuckled
the little Irishman. That august and
honorable body can't-be-bought!'
'Explain" cried Mr.. Renwyck, tot
tering to his feet. 'What do you
mean, Michael? What do you know
about it. anyway
Lots" laughed Mr.. Corrigan. BE
sides, it's very simple when you get
down to the facts. You see, there was
q gentleman in New York the other
day-the Hon. Mr.. Kinwait, I believe
he Is called-a man welding quite a
big stick among certain members of
the legislature. You. Mr.. Williams,
mixed toddy for him in San Antonio.
while Jacob took him out to lunch in
New York and presented him with a
fine cigar
The Texan and the New Yorker
glared savagely, but Uncle Michael
smiled blandly and continued:
"The Hon. Mr.. Kinwatt. being thus
beholden to both Of you for your gen.
erous hospitality. became doubtful as
to which to serve, and while strug-
Cling with his india rubber conscience
third party came along and offered
him board and lodging in the peniten-
tiary. All things being equal, he for
got both toddy and cigar and dumped
his influence on the side Of sweet
Olivia and the Peace and Good Will
Realty company. Am I clear?"
He was more than clear, for both
Of the old casehardened schemers saw
at glance how cleverly they had been
overreached by little one horse or
ganization that masked a serpent's
fang under the cloak Of a pious, inof-
fensive title, with a guileless individ-
ual named Fishcall as it's outward ex.
ponent.
"Good Lord" sighed Bill Williams,
'*and I sold 'em the land to do it WITH"
Mr.. Renwyck had done the same, but
had not the grace to admit it.
''Who the devil is back of this Peace
and Good Will Realty company?" he
demanded, forgetting the presence of
the ladies in his anger and chagrin.
The little Irishman made as graceful
a bow as his embonpoint would per.
NIT
II am"
'You" gasped Mr.. Renwyck.
eyes, jake, dear. also interviewed
the Hon. Mr.. Kinwait."
'But, man." stormed Mr.. Renwyck,
don't you know that half my fortune
is invested in that deal? You-you've
swindled mev'
Bill Williams laid his hand on Mr..
Corrigan's shoulder and spoke calmly,
but reproachfully:
1T was my pet scheme, Mike, and
you knew it. Half my pile is gone
too. l didn't think you'd do me up
like that"
Il was merciful,'' said Uncle Michael
coolly. II left you each half. You
won't starve. might have taken ALL"
If Mr.. Corrigan fancied. that he was
ironing out the crinkled shirt of trou-
bic by proving to the rivals that nei-
Their one had been successful. he found
himself vastly mistaken. The tempest
was loosed again, and Richard the
Brazen took turn at the thunder box.
"Look here" he cried, striding up to
Uncle Michael and spinning that port
~ little man about without Difference
to his age or size, "Ir. Corrigan, If you
were twenty years younger I'd give
you the soundest thrashing you ever
had in all your life!"
At this surprising development the
entire company, with the exception of
the lawyer, were too amazed to do
aught but stare at the furious young
man. The furious young man contin-
ued, oblivious to his surroundings:
II came to you in confidence, sir, as
my attorney, at your own suggestion,
and asked advice. l was helpless, as
you knew. hanging between duty to
dad and my pledge to Mr. Renwyck.
You've swindled US all, sir-these gen
tlemen Of their harbors, me of what /
placed confidently in your hands-my
honor"
''Honor" sneered Mr.. Renwyck
''Honorw
"What" beloved the cattle king
you knew all about it, Dick, and you
didn't tell me! Oh. Dick, Dickv'
Richard turned to explain to his re-
proachful father, but Mr.. Renwyck
turned upon the young man 1fercely.
"Ha" he almost screamed. 80
that's the reason you couldn't sign
draft? You had sold me to Michael,
had you-sold me when in the kind
ness Of my heart tried to help an
impoverished Englishman? English
man" he laughed derisively. "a spy.
traitor to me-yes, and to his own
desh and blood too!' The f1nancier
paused for breath, then wheeled upon
his brother-in-law "And you," he
stormed-"you, with your arguments
and your chuckling mask that hides
rascal! That's what you've been laugh
ing at for the past three days, is it.