The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1911-06-08

had that very morning taken their
Doodle and departed.
There were winks and grins and
talk, but no one called them villains.
The same game had been played
scores of times. If suckers had bitten
at hook exposed time after time. who
should feel any sympathy for themf
| In this case, as the f1nancier ascer-
| tanned, the swindlers had not depart
| ed east or west by railroad For some
unknown reason they had just con-
science enough left to feel that a few
days retirement into the hills was due
the public. That would give the duped
ones time to shed their tears and in
vest elsewhere.
Until Mr.. Fred Watson had heard
all about the Emma" he had not de-
| cided Just how to begin his dnanciea.-
| ing. That gave him his cue. He sur
prised the natives some next morning
by riding away all alone. He had
bought horse, and he had bought
guns and provisions. He didn't look as
if he wanted to be eaten by. grizzly
bear, and he certainly was too green
to be taken for prospector, and the
oldtimers finally decided thai he must
be an artist in search of scenery. Not
a person would give him credit for
being a f1nancier, and yet that was
what he was. He had set out to track
down the swindlers and their Doodle,
1t was a job for the sherif and his
posse, but had not the Widow Renfew
said she would not marry anybody but
a financier? 1t was plain case of q
fool rushing in.
There were three partners in the
swindle. They had retired to a hunt
er's cabin fifty miles away. 1t was
four days before the tenderfoot over.
hauled them. They had known where
they were going-he had had to go
slow and pick up the trail His
friends had said that he had no
stamina-no persistency-no stick-to
it, but he followed on like a blood
hound. To do what? They would be
three to one and armed. A few times
LII 1Ao 1nQOlChG 11lS NIL " dISOu udQ
fired pistol in shooting gallery and
had hit-nothing. A few times only
he had ridden a horse in the park, but
now as regularly as his broncho
bucked him off he climbed into the
saddle again.
The arrival at the hunters cabin
was made at mid-afternoon. 1t was a
warm, lazy day, and the three men
slept beneath tree Mr.. Watson had
never even read a pirate story, but a
natural instinct told him how pirates
ought to work.
There were, arms in plenty in the
cabin. On foot and stepping softly,
he deposited them at the bottom of
a handy ravine. When the sIeepers
aWoke at his call it was to behold
two guns pointed at them. They were
permitted to sit up and gaze at the
disturber of their slumbers. They
were asked to unbuckle their money
belts ana toss them to him. IL only
the fellows at the club could have seen
indolent Fred then! Not one Of the
trio made that charge against him.
The heather ragged, but he parted with
his cash at the same time.
Ten days later the financier was
ushered into the presence of the
widow who admired only that sort
He laid a package on stand and
said:
Cousin Jennie, you had fifteen
thousand dollars invested in the EN-
ma mine. In two weeks have made
it sixty-fve thousand, and here it is.
had nothing whatever invested, but
in two weeks I have made three times
IS much Do you know of any fnan-
cier who can beat that? If you do
I'll go back and do so some more"
The widow had said financier, and
here was certainly one. She placed
her hand in his.
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