Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1911-06-16
STORIES Of WALL STREET
ole MatrimOny
- Syndicate ~
BY JAMES II. CANNON, Jr.
Copyright. by Street q Smith.

gether In public.
At the end of the appointed ten days
the banker left for the north. and on
the following day the young people.
who had seen little of each other dur
ing his vicit. shouldered their golf bags
and set out for an afternoon ON the
links.
When they had holed out on the
ninth green, Elizabeth, who had for
some time been In the grip of a mood
that puzzled John sorely, suggested
that they rest for moment. Once at
ease on the soft turf she opened the
pocket OF her golf bag and withdrew
from 1t with an air of mystery two lit
tie packets. Turning back the sleeves
OF her jersey. after the recognized can
ons Of legerdemain, she held up the
packets before Johns wonder-fil1ed
eyes.
Il have here In my hands," she be-
gan, In the staccato of the variety
stage, two little packages"
Has anyone in the audience high
hat?" called John. bowling deeply to
the amazed oadoies, who were pitching
pennIes near Dy.
One of them" continued Elizabeth,
bestowing a whitening look on the en-
thusiastic young man, lis a map pf
Westminster county, and the other a
copy Of telegram sent by Morton
Rogers of the Urban Traction system
to the roads counsel"
WILDWOOD" whistled John, serious
this time at least.
Both OF them" went on the girl, in
the stacy voice, which was breaking
just little now, my contribution to
the syndicate that is to crown John
Marshall as the young Napoleon of
finance"
"Bess, what in the world do you
mean-what does this mean?"
ut means I'm a traitor to my dad.
oh, John, isn't 1t horrible. But you
must promise me one thing. don't
care about your old deals-I want you
to get all the glory you can, because
well, just because-but Just insist
that you p:omise not to make dad lose
any money"
Il do PROMISE" said John. very
| OdA ACSLAJs pIOuAbG CNCu "lluOuL
knowing the consequences-even II
lose the glory"
That's a good boy. Now you tell
me what these things mean. I've pug
Eled over them for days"
why, the map shows the streets
and roads Of Westchester county-by
Jove!-they've marked the line of the
Suburban Trolley system in blue. and
here's a long. red line from the ter.
minus OF the Suburban down Bingham
avenue to-
Let's see the telegram, Bess. Um
UNI. That's right-listen: Go ahead
with Bingham franchise; (signed)-
ID. r.
That's 1t. The Urban IL going to
get a franchise to lay tracks up Bling
ham avenue to connect with the Sub
urban system-here where the blue
line ends, Bess, sect The red line
shows where the new road will run.
THAT means they're going to buy
out the Suburban, either In the open
market or from the big holders pri
vately. Maybe they've bought 1t al
ready"
NO" broke In the girl. who wal
looking over his shoulder. 81 know
they haven't bought 1t yet They're
waiting to see how the franchise II
coming out They're asking for 1t II
the name OF fictitious company"
"Bess, don't know about this. L
anyone else knew what we know there
would be trouble in plenty for the Ur
ban-and your father. It's a pretty
dangerous experiment."
you promised dad shouldn't los.
anything. It's only fame we want, yol
know"
Yes, but-by Joye!-T've got It
I Well send for Mr.. Barr. Well tel
him frankly just why we want to pu
through this little deal--if you dom
mind his knowing-about you and me
Bess. You know he was an old frient
of my father. He'll help us out. HI
just pines for deals like this. He'll pu
It through without harming hair o
!" -anybod, s head. You don't mind hi
!, knowing, Bess. do your
/, Moo. Not II you tell him-bu
that makes three In our syndicate.
she added, with a pout.
!. But he's only our broker-the syr
dicate's broker" declared John. laugh
ingly. Besides. If we went 1t alon
we might end up by running you
: father. Whew-oo-o," and he whistle
;. softly, awe-stricken at this phase c
!, the deal.
!. Elizabeth's eyes twinkled mischie'
ously as they rested on the woe-begon
. face of the young man. Then:
q sic semper tyrannis," she Will
;, pered, blushing tremendously.
3 Bully" cried John-and the waitin
caddies set off in high disgust at tn
, unprofessional conduct of these tw
h who pretended to play golf.
$ Joseph W Barr tilted back his chat
s adjusted his feet comfortably on tn
n opened drawer of his desk and read fC
t. the third time a cipher message whic
tho ta1auranh clark 0f Willis Rarr