Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-02-22
CHAPTER III.
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WTHEN North Quilted Marsha Marsha
after brief instant of irreso
| luton, stepped into the room. HI
was erudely handsome, a powerfully
| built man of about Langham's owl
age, swarthy-faced and with ruthles!
waXed mustache. His hat was in
clined at a sporty angle and the
cigar which he held firmly between
his strong even teeth was tilted II
the same direction, imparting rak
| ish touch to Mr. Gilmore's otherwise
sturdy and aggressive presence.
"Howdy. Marshl'' said his new.
conner easily.
From his seat before his desl
Langham scowled across at him.
What the devil brings you here
Andy?" he asked ungraciously
enough
Gilmore buried his hands deep in
his trousers pockets and with one
eye half closed surveyed the lawyer
over the tip of his tilted cigar.
You're a civil cuss, Marsh" he
said lightly, but one wouldn't al
ways know it. Aain't I client,
amt / friend-and, damn it all,
man, amt l a creditor? There are
three excuses, any one of which is
sufficient to bring me into your es-
teemed presence!"
I'VE may as well omit the first,
groWled Langham, wheeling his chair
back from the desk and facing Gil
more.
"Why?" asked Gilmore, lazily toler-
ant of the others mood.
Because there is nothing more
that I can do for you, said Lang
ham shortly.
'Oh. yes there is. Marsh; there S
q whole lot more. you can do for me.
Chere's Moxlow, the distinguished
prosecuting attorney: without you to
talk sense to him he's liable to listen
20 all sorts of queer people who take
more interest in my affairs than IS
good for them; but as long as he's
got you at his elbow he won't forget
my little stake in his election"
IF you wish him not to forget it,
you'd better not be so particular IN
reminding him of it: he'll get sick OF
you and your concerns!" retorted
Langham.
Gilmore laughed.
81 amt going to remind him of it;
what have 1 got YOU for, Marsh? It's
your job" He took a step nearer
Langham, while his black brows met
in a sullen frown. 81 know l amt
popular here in Mount Hope; know
there are plenty Of people who'd like
to see me run out of town; but I'm
no gutter, they'll find. 1t suits me
to stay here, and they can't touch
me if MoXlow won't have it. That's
your job; that's what | hire
you for, Marsh: you're MoXlow's part
ner, you're your fathers son, it's UP
to you to see / amt interfered with.
Don't tell me you can't do anything
more for me won't have It'll"
Langham's face was red, and his
eyes blazed angrily, but Gilmore met
sistence that could not be misunder-
stood.
"I have done what / could for you,
the lawyer said at last, choking down
his rage.
"Oh, go to hell! You know you
haven't hurt yourself" said Gilmore
insoluently.
well, then. why do you come
here?" demanded Langham.
"Same old business, Marsh" He
| lounged across the room and dropped
yawning, into a chair near the vim
dow.
There was silence between then
| for little space. Langham fused
with the papers on his desk, while
Gilmore squinted at him over the
end of his cigar.
Same old business, Marsh" Gil
more repeated lazily. What's th'
enemy up to, anyhow? Are the goot
people of Mount Hope worrying Mox-
low? Is their sleepless activity going
! to interfere with my sleepless pro
fession. Ell? Can you answer ms
| that?"
"Moxlow has cut the Office OF late,
| said Langham briefly.
! Hes happened on a good thing il
| the prosecuting attorneys Office,
suppose? It's pity you didn't strikl
out for that, Marsh: you'd have beef
of some use to your friends IL you''
got the job
Not necessarily" said Langham.
"Well, whens Moxlow going afte
me2' inquired Gilmore.
Il haven't heard him say. He toll
me he had sufficient evidence 70
your Indictment"
Yes, of course" agreed Gilmor
placidly
81 guess yours is a case for tn
next grand jury
so Moxlow's in earnest abou
wishing to make trouble for me?
said Gilmore. still pIacidly.
ooh, he's in earnest, all right.
Langham shrugged his shoulders pet
ulantly. He'll go after you, and per
haps by the time he's done with 70
you'll wish you'd taken my advic
and made yourself scarce!"
I'm no quitterl" rejoined Gilmor'
chewing thoughtfully at. the end {
his cigar.
"By all means stay in Mount Hop
il you think it's worth your while,
said Langham indifferently.
Can you give me some definit
idea as to when the fun begins?"
mo. but it will be soon enough
Andy. He wants the support of tn
best element. He can't afford to Of
fend it,"
And he knows you are my law
yer?" asked Gilmore, still thought
fully.