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

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as into the minds Of both entered many
pictures in which they had not had cake
and milk
! We'll, I'll make a pitcher of lemonade
anyway" she said, and left them.
Wallace AMI Broadway strobe over to q
! picture of Broadways 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 a
| table. From motives Of delicacy, inspired
largely by Wallace. the two younger OF
the group had RETAINED from going
| straight to the point Of their business.
| The Judge, too. did not seem eager to
pass to height from which the future
| Of JonesviIle would be seen. Watched
earnestly by Broadway Jones, he reached
| into his pocket and produced not docu-
ments, as jackson hoped, but a flask.
| Il thought maybe you boys would like
a little drop" he said with a glance OF
| timidity IN the direction of. the kitchen.
| Don't say anything about It to Mrs
! Spotswood. Shed raise thunder if she
! thought brought it into the house. She's
an awful temperance crank"
With smiles Jackson and Wallace de-
clined TO sip at the liquor, which they
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 in for it
| all"
With keen interest Broadway leaned
forward
you know, judge, l always thought the
old gentleman hated me-" he said.
SOME FACTS.
The lips Of Spotswood were pursed foI
a whistle y moment later he said. Wig
orously:
mo. stree OF course, he didn't like
the idea Of your not wanting to take
up the partnership where your father left
! 1t 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-
! tldence 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 If he'd lived there wouldn't
be any Chewing Gum 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 your uncle fig
ured your father was responsible for II
all, and that's the real reason he never
let it go to the trust" ,.
Broadway shifted from side to side in
care to ask the one question that was in
his mind. Wallace, with a grim smile at
this anxiety, came to Broadyay's rescue
with
ut must be an immense fortune. isn't
it, judge" +e 81 e.
The Consolidated people offered twelve
hundred thousand dollars for the plant
and the trademark" was the judges re-
ply
81 know" broke in Broadway in a
tone that was almost impertinent, but
| Mr.. Wallace means aside from the gum
business.
Verging on apology was the explana-
ton OF Spotswood now. He continued:
wen. you see those trust fellows have
been so anxious to get the Jones gum
that they've been making it pretty warm
lately They knew we had a big fund
for advertising purposes. but they killed
that for us two years ago with one of
their business tricks
A ScURVY TRICK.
Plain alarm showed on the face of
Jackson
What do you mean?" he said teusely,
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 1t 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 supertiuous
machinery and five useless packing sheds
on our hands-and no advertising done
all that year"
y business which had been run for a