St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1910-11-05

some one else. l am Arthur DdHnoA'
a cigar salesman, and I'm in your
old burg on business and not to pull
off boxing bouts with-er-athleti
instructors"
You think you are" calmly came
from the other, but as matter OF
fact, you are Andrew Dimeling, OF
New York, suffering from a nervous
breakdown caused by too much burn
ing of the candle at both ends, and
YOU are here, gentle stranger, because
papa telegraphed for suite for you.
explaining the many little mental
vagaries of his promising son as he
did so. Now. my boy. you just leave
it all to us. Don't worry. Physical
culture and a total abstinence from
grog will serve to put you properly
back on your feet again. and you Will
thank the Blissville Physical Culture
sanitarium for your cure"
"Blissville Physical Culture SAM
tarium!" reiterated the youth. Isn't
this hotel?"
This, my lad, is a health resort.
We hand you an ample abundance OF
the vital spark here-at SO much per
spark. Your board is paid in ad'
vance, youngster. Don't worry"
! Listen came from Damon. who
was now beginning to understand the
situation. Don't interrupt. Just pre-
tend that you believe me. you know,
| and I'll entertain you for a few brief
moments.
"In the first place. / really am who
l say am. have no empty rooms
in my belfry. and l haven't the least
idea what made your driver bring me
here-unless it is that my initials
A. D., N. Y. c., are on my suitcase
Anyway, to get down to the subject
I am here on more explicit business
than the mere selling of cigars. My
prospective papa-in-law Is at the hotel
the real hotel in Blissville-and
am supposed to meet him and discuss
-er-certain things.
(Which you won't" beloved the
other, and with a click of his stern
jaws. II wouldn't dare let you &c
while the boss is away. and. besides
I don't believe you"
1T will be an easy matter for yot
to establish my identity, If your thick
head is capable of assimilating rea
son." snapped Damon. "Just call W
the hotel and verify my statement
"Why should your prospective
father-in-law be here?" asked Null
queen suspiciously.
HE is at the head of the ciga1
combine" explained Damon. impa
tiently. 81 am to marry his daughte
If can prove. by sticking out on thu
road and selling cigars, that have
enough business ability to supper
her. l have million, more or less
that the pater left me. but Mr.. Coxto1
wants me to prove up. He tele
graphed me this morning that h
would meet me in Blissville today?
"You don't mean John Coxton?
asked the athletic instructor.
Eyes"
"Yes."
well, my boy. either you are on
of the most imaginative bugs l hav'
seen for some time, or else you ar
telling the brand of truth that l
stranger than fiction. Anyway, Johl
Coxton owns and controls this In
stitution, and if he is in Blissville, a
you say, he will be out here, and yo'
will have a chance to see him an
prove your story"
"I'll prove it all right" Damon as
serted grimly.
And this was easily done, for t
the dying whirr of suddenly
stopped motor Coxton entered tn
office.
Mr.. Coxton!" Damon arose eager
ly and strobe toward the man. Tn
stout. middle-aged one, with tn
ford cheeks and iron-gray hail
. turned in surprise.
"You-Damon!" he calculated.
Just So" ventured the youth, e,
tending his hand. Kindly assur
your-er-athletic instructor as t
nv sanity was kidnapped by tn
driver of this sanitarium, and th1
gentleman wants to keep me here.
"This is Damon, Mulqueen," cam
from the cigar magnate, crisply, AN
he Is all right-but I don't unde
stand this complication. Explain"
, Damon speedily explained.
Coxton laughed at the completion
? the tale. well, anyway, you're her
and unhurt," he ventured.
wanted to see you and tell you ths
your sales up to date have prove
that you can make good No use
covering these tank towns. I'll a
? cept your resignation, if you like. an
you can go home and prepare for
early autumn wedding"
, Sorry we can't have that CO." vel
tured Mulqueen as some time late
, the youth was leaving the institution
= '1'm not" grinned Damon. surve.
, ing critically the husky frame oil th
+ man. I'm in training for a BOT
with Hymen, and don't care to tax
r on anyone before the great event.