Evening star., 1913-09-14
BY HERBERT KAUFMAN

for air.
The broker tapped dead and dumpy hand into
Crag's. Blair little man. cold sleek and with
the temperament of iced founder. You instinc-
lively missed the scales from his skin Every man in the
financial district disliked his personality acknowledged
his ability, and admired his honesty.
~Whereve you been, Craig?" he asked. Haven't
heard of you since you turned down my propo-
sition. How does it look today?"
Still blind"
"Doing anything?'
"Yes in the advertising business"
@How do you like to'
"It'S mans size game. Keeps me on the lump and
makes think nights. That's what need at present
Hows the Market
"Punk, thank you-with the accent on the smell
By the way Craig, don't suppose you much of your
father toward the end?"
mo"
Thought as much Had chance to 90 through his
papers yet?' The question carelessly asked; but
Craig sensed eagerness in his well assumed Indifference
"Why do you ask that?" he queried.
"Then you have!' snapped Blair.
"o be frank Lambert replied "evervthing is pretty
much as he left it."
Sam followed the progress of fly the opposite
wall He pufed at his cigar oblvous of the fact that
it dead.
Craig broke the silence "What's on your mind?-
"Oh, it's rank guess, but I've had hunch that Nor
we'll Lambert framing when-when-'
Craig nodded comprehendingy.
@Yes," continued Blair, several things verify my
suspicion First of all, chance remark during the
wheat deal Blair, he remarked, were pair oi
bhering fools. Lets sign real the regStet
Wheat is dynamite. We can deude ourselves as much
as we please; but down in hearts there's small
voice that keeps reminding of Old Hutch and Harper
and Brighter If get out of this whole I'll show
you safe one He dropped second hint the night
before the crash We'd had fierce old row. couldn't
carry my line another day, and tell him
so. He was sore boil at first: but after awhile he
realized that had stuck to my last chip and when
did part it the best of terms. can't blame you
he confided. Nothing but blind chance pull
through now. l off my estimate of the Cana
dian crop Still, allowed myself enough eeway to
provide for that contingency. It's the Argentine ship
ments that worry me. On, if had only followed my
first impulse! What was your hunch? asked Beans.
Sam. beans! Now that red me bit. Well, if you don't
want to tell me- keep your darned secret! answered,
Craig felt his cheeks flush and bent to fuss with
his laces. "Just like the Governor he remarked
"Well, must be on my way.
@Next time you're down lunch with me- suggeste
Blair a might be able to throw something your way
Thanks. Goodby' He did not draw easy
breath until he had turned into Broadway. Beans
he mused aThere may be something in it, after ALL He
laughed nervously "Queerer things have happened
I'll begin tonight He turned into Park Row and
tered the Benton Building.
Travers was pleased with Crag's copy. "Fine" he
said you've got the idea" He rang for his assistant
"Methuen. let read you real ad-7
Nov that's what call advertising doomed a voice
behind Craig. at tells the story and stops, AMI
it tells it so that Norah and Hida understand
Who wrote it?'
Travers indicated the author. An approaching han
slapped upon Craig's shoulder. "You the young
I've been looking fort
Craig paled; but rose with squared Jaw
"Yes you're the young man I've been looking for,
repeated Benton adjusting his glasses. "andburning
Tophet! I've found you7 A speckel fist whistled by
Craig's ear, missed and descended with crash upon
the back of his chair A cry OF pain sandwiched the
profane fury of the old man. al know who you
now he oaSoed @you dashed blanhed DuDDy you-"