Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-01-23

I'd a put Tom Glider at him. He'd We tied
him up fol. forty years, an then made Pete toe
Red brought his fist down as an accompani-
ment to fierce OATH 1t came in contact with
his glass; the fingers opened and closed on it
he gulped the liquor down. His mind fitted at
tangent, and he fell to cursing the whisky.
He had forgotten all about the mine.
Haskell, unwisely too eager, said. How did
Wright do me up Meekinse Tell me, and III
make it worth your while
Red stared at the speaker, a gimmer of in
telllgence stealing into his ewes. Say Mr.
Haskell, anythin' | say when I'm full don't go
see? Let's take walk. l feel sorter uncom-
for'able," he said.
1t had filtered into Reds mind that Haskell
was after evidence. That meant a suit and a
suit meant tying up the mine and stopping of
payments.
Meekins started off tortuously for the desired
walk. Haskell purposely lost him in the
tunda of the hotel Then he sat down to re-
cast the little scene that had just been enacted.
The name Tom Glider fingered with vivid in
sistence. If Glider had the power to bring
Wright to account he must know all about the
Pink Eye. Haskell determined to find this
man Glider.
10 know Tom Gilder?" replied the first man
= Haskell asked this question of. Il should
say SO! Everybody does
Who is he2'
We'll, he's the limit if you ask me- He was
now he's kind of Sherlock Holmes in the min
ing game. If he got after any of my claims I'd
just tell him to go out and select what he
wanted
This vivid description of Glider explained the
great faith of Meekins and suggested to Haskell
the wisdom of at least having an interview
with Glider.
He found him in dingy office sitting at a
little oak desk against background of leather
covered law books. A pair of pale blue eyes,
oil f1arf 1,off1 nod H.
room for the thin hgh-bridged nose, peered at
Haskell with questioning intensity.
Haskell had come with the idea of sizing up
Glider; but he found himself almost at once
explaining his position down to the minutest
elders first question was, Have you any
papers?"
He read the letters of Peter Wright without
comment. The contract he perused twice; then,
peering over his glasses, said, That contract
isn't fit to govern the working plans of pair of
owls! But it cooks your goose in hearing be-
fore a Judge
Haskell gave a sigh of resignation. Looks
as if I'd got to stand for being done UP by that
crook" he said. Haven't l got a chance to
make him pay back that fifteen hundred he did
me out of"
The shadow of mirthless smile played about
elders thin lips Would you be willing to
take hundred thousand dollars from Wright
in settlement" he asked.
Haskell gasped in establishment. He stared
into the placid eyes SO like little knobs of blue
china, wondering if he had heard Alright.
Il think | could make him settle for that
amount" Glider added.
Then, by jinks, go ahead" and Haskell
slapped his knee as though he had stamped an
agreement.
"Myfee will be one third of whatever amount
we accept" Glider advised.
But you said | had weak case; that a
Judge would give it against that con-
tract"
You have no at all, really" Glider an
swered calmly; but were not going before Il
Judge, not if l can help it. You can leave the
matter in my hands.
THEN Haskell went back to his somnolent
village and the subtle power of Glider fell
on Peter the unjust. Writs, and inunctions,
and cautions against issuing of patent for the
Pink Eye, and summonses to appear for ex-
animation for discovery, blew upon him VERT
able paper blizzard.
The English syndicate that had bought the
mine was served with notice of Haskelps claim.
And Wright soon received letters of strong pro-
test from the British Isles instead of Bank of
England notes.
Red Meekns drank to drown his sorrow and
wept copiousy. He assailed Peter morning
noon, and night to settle. If this Gowganda
boom busts," he walled, well never catch
another sucker to buy the Pink Eve, an if the
vein peters out We'll be on our uppers again
an what's worse our regulations be wore to
a frazzle!"
When Peter learned that Tom Glider u,aS