Arizona republican., 1911-04-20

And then, all at once, it seemed to come his time to turn a trick. He sought no renewal of his mortgage note, but turned up in the market with fifty thousand dollars in govern ment bonds under his arm. .
 Looks crooked to me-" insinuated Tank, over the phone, when he heard about the bonds Whats a man doin' with a mortgage on his property and government bonds in a safe deposit vault?" There was a note of suspicion in the boss's voice. Somebody might be playing him false.
 q guess it's straight, all right" said MT. Vining. He said they were his wife's. Came to her from her first husbands estate. You can't keep a wife from helping her husband out in a pinch"
 "No." snorted Daniel Tank, in rage, and hung up his phone. to surrender himself to irritating reflections. Wa he to be beaten, after all. by this pig headed warehouseman? For Mir. Tank, with all his international resources had no means of knowing that w A. Holman had fifty thousand dollars worth of government bonds at his com mand. and neither had NIT. Tank any way of making those bonds unmer- chantable nor of directly forbidding anyone to purchase them.
 So Mir. Holman paid his mortgage and MT. Tank bit his thumb-bit his thumb and uncoupled another link in that tremendously long reach of his and this time MT. Holman found him self caught, where escape was impos sible.
 It all came of a strange fish or two which Tank let loose in that lofty so cial pool to which Mrs. Holman and her daughters had attained after much upstream finning.
 For two seasons previously. the Hol man ball had been a great success, and a third would seem to mark the family as securely fixed in society. NIT. Hol mans business had languished to the point where the cost of such a func ton involved considerations, but there was to be no wavering. New flower schemes, new decorating plans, new German figures, oh, everything was tc show originality and piquance. com bined with elegance and high-class form. All was going merrily, wher suddenly the postman began to De loaded down with letters of regret Each mail brought more Within three days the Holman ball had collapsed. Mrs. Holman sat with a savage gleam in her eyes before the table on which were her invitation lists, with the re- grets in one pile and the acceptances in another. A casual inspection showed that with one or two notable exceptions the lions had regretted. while the no bodies had accepted. . The ball was ruined. It would be rag tag and bob tail affair. farce, laughing stock.
 Mrs. Holman grimly directed the preparation of the note which recalled the invitations to the ball on account of the death of very near relative.
 William Holman" she said, turn ing an uncomfortable gaze upon hel husband, do you mean to say thai you've made all this trouble for your self and brought disgrace upon your family over a miserable, little piece of railroad track not as long as the train or my last ball dress?"
 This done. her face saved. the little woman bowed her head amid the pile of regrets and wept long and copiously. Here her husband found her. The two Miss Holmans were seeking to comfort her and had so far succeeded that grief had given way to a cold, hard, imperi- ous mood.
 Her sarcasm was whitening. The menace of her tones was pregnant with purpose.
 The next morning Holman was again among the list of Dan Tanks callers.
 Good mornin', Mir. Holman" said Mir. Tank.
 Mir. Holman made no audible form of salutation. He waved his hand after a deprecatory fashion in token that no desire to exchange amenities had brought him there.
 What have I got to do?" he asked.
 "Pay for the spur privilege" said Tank. and take up the track"
 "Take up the trsck?" he asked in a startled way. "Pay for it and take 1t up?"
 "Yes." responded the boss, firmly "pay for it and take it up. 1 told you I'd learn you and, blame me, l willi
 The man who had wasted his sub stance for three riotous months Tn which he had found the ramifications of this vast, political machine menac- ing him on every side, cooling his friends. heating lis enemies, driving his teaming business out of existence and his warehouse into homes for bats, gazed at the inscrutable face or the