The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-07-21


 heavily upon the door
 ''Whatchyou vant?" rumbled the deep voice of Foreman McCorkle.
 Work replied the big laborer.
 ''No chance" stated McCorkle from behind the closed door. 'Al full"
 'T want to see MT. Dougalbobber, insisted Mike Dimple
 Which one ?" demanded McCorkle.
 "He ain't here" supplemented high pitched nasal voice from within.
 They're both there, boys" announc- ed the giant, with a happy grin, and then ensued a startling variation upon the usual evening train program.
 The score or more of earnest seekers after labor, each of whom had enjoyed the distinction of having been chased away from Dougalville with contume- ly and rocks, picked that frame office to pieces, plank by plank, and went in to hold an examination of their own There was a sound as of loud revelry by night-a sound like the splintering of wooden ships, like the dashing and smashing of heavy breakers upon a cliff bound shore, like the voices from the bottomless pit of the damned and double damned, and then the yawning . and jagged black orifce. which had been uks spewed out Tim McCorkle, with a bloody nose and piece of plank in each hand. Close behind him came Alec Dougalbobber with ragged right ear, Ralph Dougalbobber, with his eastern style derby damned down over his eyes, and Frank Dougaibobber, who was wildly wondering whether he had his four missing teeth inside or out. With these came the six hired wallpapers, each one now a waIlopee, and the whole of1ce force struck for the railroad track and headed due southeast, followed by about all that was left of the rock ballasting of that poverty stricken railroad. Pursued and pursuers alike, the gathering dark ness swallowed them up, and DougaI- vile, quickly apprised of the incident and all of it lying quite close enough to the railroad track to gather and see poetic justice so fully wrought, laugh ed itself hoarse. It was long since it had been so jolly.
 Somebody stopped laughing by and by and began to think, then nudged a neighbor and made him think, and the laugh died down Was it possible that there was anything the matter with tho KimbeIy mine? Had anybody pok- ed a finger into. the works and made it cease to tick? Couldn't it ever be wound up and started going again?
 Wallingford asked and answered the same questions for the benefit of Blaclzie as they walked up to the port Sble office.
 They're a set of the coarsest graft CTS ever saw Wa1lingford concluded as he produced a portable bottle in the shelter of his place of business ssIt's their very coarseness, I guess, that let's 'em get across. I'm onto their game, though. Pm ashamed of myself. Blackie. but the very rawness of their play got me at first, the same as 1t got you. They don't care whether there's ing on the big odds that 95 per cent of all mines are fiivvers anyhow. They incorporate, take up all the stock themselves and start digging at the same time they start selling shares. They get out as big mountain of ore as possible, so that they can point to an immense output, never stopping to find out whether there's enough iron in the ore to Iay for the reduction. When the stocks all sold they move on and dig another hole in the ground and send their saucy brother Ralph out east to lift the pocket change of green goods and gold brick men and wise ginks who used to be in the same business. In the meantime, if a man comes into their camp who was ever in another one of theirs, they slug 4his head of to keep him from making foolish remarks If ever get within gunshot of any mine they've started and I find 1t out before they do I'm krSI point in the first fifteen miles,
 Fancy and effective,'' approved Blackie, sebut what would they do if they struck real miner"
 That's where the brains filter through replied Wallingford soberly ''They organize two companies, mine company and an operating company. The opera ting company is to furnish all the expense of mining. The first per cent of profits, if there are any, goes to the mine company-that's the one you bought stock in, you gink!- the second per cent goes to the op- eratinG company; profits above that are divided equally between the two companies, but you can gamble upon it there never would be above IA per cent, if they cleaned up a million a minute, because the balance would be eaten up in fancy salaries They sold me some of the stock in the operating, company. I control 4e9 shares out of 1000. I found out something they didn't know. I had quiet assays made by three different chemists, and the field is rich. It's worth millions, I think. I thought was in good with my own stock until saw clause in the contract between the two com pantes that set me guessing. The Kim bely Operating company can subIet its contract at any price it chooses to whomsoever 1t chooses. Tomorrow is stockholders meeting. Any time be- tween now and that meeting they might have received a wire from the smelling company telling them how good a thing they had. In that case