Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-11-16

Broadway and Wallace smiled refusal,
| as into the minds Of both entered many
! pictures in which they had not had cake
and milk
We'll, III make 2 pitcner of lemonade.
anyway She said, and left them.
Wallace and Broadway strobe over 10 a
picture Of Broadway's uncle which was
hanging on the wall. while the Judge dis
| patched his hired man" to the drug
| store with the injunction to get six good
cigars for this quarter"
The three men were soon seated at
table. From motives Of delicacy, inspired
! largely by Wallace, the two younger OF
| the group had reirained from going
straight to the point Of their business.
The Judge, TOO did not seem eager to
pass to a height from which the future
| of Jonesville would be seen. Watched
earnestly by Broadway Jones, he reached
! into his pocket and produced not dCcu-
ments, as Jackson hoped, but a flask
| Il thought maybe you boys would like
a little drop he said with a glance Of
| timldity in the direction of the Kitchen.
| Don't say anything about it TO Mrs.
| Spotswood. She'd raise thunder if she
| thought I brought it into the house. She's
| an awful temperance crank"
With smiles, jackson and Wallace de-
|
| fancied the village druggist had made in
his own cellar. The judge slipped it back
| into his pocket. Then came at last to the
| Issue
you know, very few people imagined
this boy''-he Indicated jackson with
jerk Of his head would come III for it
all"
With keen interest Broadway leaned
forward
you know, judge, I always thought the
| old gentleman hated me- he said.
SOME FACTS.
| The lips Of Spotswood were pursed foI
a whistle. moment later he said, Wig
orously:
! No, Stree. OF course, he didn't like
| the idea OF your not wanting 10 take
up the partnership where your father left
it off. He'd never have bought you out
only he thought that you'd sell to some
one else l knew was in his CON
! fdence for years. He didn't want you to
! go to New York, either. for fear you'd
! squander your money, but he was really
very fond of yOu--naturally he would be
| never married, no children OF his own.
| He used to feel hurt that you never cared
| to see him, but he always felt that the
plant belonged to you. You know your
! father was the one who really made the
success. He was the active mantle
hard worker. II he'd lived there wouldn't
be any Chewing Cum trust today unless
he was the head of It. Your uncle was
willing enough, but he didn't have the
capacity for the work. That's why you
got everything -because your uncle fig
ured your father was responsible for il
all, and that's the real reason he never
! let 1t go to the trust
| Broadway shifted from side to side IN
his seat in his impotence. yet he did not
| care to ask the one question that was in
his mind Wallace, with grim smile at
this anxiety, came to Broadyay's rescue
with:
1T must be an immense fortunes isn't
it, iudge?" @F
The Consolidated people offered twelve
hundred thousand dollars for the plant
and the trademark" was the judges re-
ply.
It know" broke iii Broadway in
tone that was almost impairment, but
Mr.. Wallace means aside from the gum
| business
Nerging on apology was the eXplana-
ton Of Spotswood now. He continued:
"Weu You see those trust fellows have
been 50 anxious to get the Jones gum
that they've been making it pretty warm
lately. They knew We had big fund
for advertising purposes, but they killed
that for us two years ago with one of
their business tricks
A SCURVY TRICK.
Plain alarn showed on the face Of
Jackson.
What do you mean" he said tensely.
| We'll, they sent in such a demand on
us" answered the country lawyer, that
we added to the size of the plant and
spent the money for machinery We
never realized that it was anything but
a legitimate increase until the sudden
smash came. Then we went back to the
normal demand and laid off our extra
force and found ourselves with superfiuous
machinery and five useless packing sheds
on our hands-and no advertising done
| all that year.
\ business which had been run for