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

BFOduWaN ana w aHace smiled a fe1uSitl,
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 and Broadway strobe over to
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 a
table From motives Of delicacy, inspired
largely by Wallace, the two younger of
the group had refrained 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 docu-
ments. as Jackson hoped, but flask.
Il thought maybe you boys would like
little drop" he said with glance Of
timidity in the direction of the kitchen
Don't say anything about it to Mrs
Spotswood She'd raise thunder if she
thought brought it into the house. shes
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 10 the
issue:
you know, very few people imagined
this boy"-he Indicated jackson with a
jerk of his head" would come in for ii
all"
With keen interest Broadway leaned
forward.
You know. judge. | always thought the
old gentleman hated me" ou said.
SOME FACTS.
The lips of Spotswood were pursed for
a whistle. A moment later he said. tig-
orously:
mo, stree OF course, he didn't like
the idea Of your not wanting to take
up the partnership where your father left
it off. He'd never have bought you out
only he thought that you'd sell 10 some
| one else. | knew was in his con-
| fidence for years. He didn't want you 10
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
i
| 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 northumberland your uncle fig
| ured your father was responsible for it
all, and that's the real reason he never
! let it go to the trust
Broadway shifted from side to side in
| his seat IN his mpatience. 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 fortune, isn't
it, judge
1.-The Consolidated people offered twelve
hundred thousand dollars for the plant
and the trademark" was the judges re
ply.
II know broke in Broadway III a
tone that was almost impertinent, but
MIR. Wallace means aside from the gum
| business
| Verging on apology was the explana-
ton of Spotswood now. He continued:
| well, you see those trust fellows have
been so anxious to get the Jones gum
| that they've been making 1t 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 alarm showed on the face Of
| Jackson.
What do you mean?" ne said tensely
| We'll, they sent in such a demand on
US" answered the country lawyer. that
we added to the size Of the plaEr 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
A business which had been run for a