The Bridgeport evening farmer. [volume] (Bridgeport, Conn.) 1866-1917, 1913-10-01

son. I0ll MIN the time mas come to
play the same game on young Blount
that he played four years ago on
Hetheredge, the speaker of the house.
He'll understand"
But now Gantry was shaking his
head obviously. 't1'1l do what you
say and do it quickly. But candidly,
Mr.. McVickar, I'm afraid of Gryson.
If Blount should happen to go at him
just right there might be, consequences
Of another sort. Gryson is pretty sore
as it Isl
Never mind about the consequences.
Go and do as I tell you to. Then go
around to the telephone exchange and
tell the manager that want a special
operator-a man if he's got one-put
on this long distance wire; that you
want the connection broken between
the capital and David Blount's coun-
try house and that my wire is to be
kept open to you and to K1tHedge all
day. Has Ktttredge got his hnemen
out guarding the telegraph wires up
here?"
Eyes; all the way out from the cut-in
at Grand canyon"
"AI right That's all. Now make
that boy Of yours burn the road get
ting back
It was only a little after o'clock
when this conference was held in the
guest deserted mountain resort house
at the head of Shonoho canyon. At
IL o'clock BIount, who was debating
to three stenographers in succession
in his Offices in the Temple court, had
caller.
"It's that fellow Gryson," said Col
Inns, who had gone to answer the ante
room bell. HE says he's got to see
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not
EESend him in,'' said B1ount briefly.
And a moment later the ex-bad man
of the mining camps entered and care
fully closed~the door behind him
'tWeI, what is ft7' queried. Blount
snappingly when Gryson drew up
chair and sat down.
''I'n tell you first what it amt" said
the ward boss sullenly. 'tI amt here
to beg for no rakeoff. I've been given
the double cross, and Pm sore"
Blount's smile was contemptuous-
''You doubtless got what was coming
10 you,' he said cool1y. But go on
md tell it out and don't waste time.
This is another Of my busy days.
ST want to get hold of a newspaper
man." said Gryson; ''that's what I
want. If they're going to throw me
down I'll squeal. 1t amt too late
yet Money talks with me every time.
Your boss, McVickar, thought he had
me coopered up in a barrel, but the
other side saw his bid and raised it,"
f'What other side?' quer1ed Blount.
ttThere amt but one other side in this
state when your daddy gets into the
ring and pulls Off his coat said the
bride taker, with an evil leer. ''You
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of months without finding that out?'
$50 on was the terse command.
GAS was a-saying, money talks, and
right now, when everything is ready to
pull off, Sheehan turns up and says the
barrels run dry. There amt nothing
left in it for me. By cripes, I'll show
himv'
B1ount went into q reflective trance
with half closed eyes. Sheehan was
the machine organizer for the capital
the ''pay boss" some called him. Da-
vid BIount's son saw the door to a
chamber Of hidden facts slowly open
ing before him. For some reason Cry
son, the twice bought and sold, had
been dropped, and his acknowledgements
now was plain revenge.
"Ten it out and tell it straight, Cry
son." he resumed at the end of the
heSitant pause.
''ItAs in the registration lists in four
wards of this" town. They've been
cooked up two to one. I've got the
lists of the crooked names right here in
my pocket. Sheehan knows, the com
Inittee of six knows, and the senator
knows. But I'm the man that can
swing in them extra votes, and, more
than that, by grabs, I'm the only man!
When told Sheehan that little while
ago he invited me to go to hi. I'll
show him.
Blount's brain was in a whirl, and
his heart was pounding like that of a
man who finds himself looking over
the verge of a bottomless chasm.
'What is it that you want to do,
Gryson?' he asked when he could
control his voice sufficiently.
'I want to give Sheehan and his
machine crowd what's coming to 'em. -
"Will you make af1davits to the
fact Of the false registration '
'1'n do anything to get square with
that crowd of throw-backsT'
'FYour affidavit isn't much better
than your unsupported word" said
Blount cold1y. "Can you get any one
else to swear to the facts with your
"Sure L can. 1 can get a half dozen
of the boys in my own gang thatn
do it."
1t was up to Blount fairly and
| squarely to say the word which would
prectpitate the greatest election scan