The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1914-05-01

of your taking up things at the works.
Is it all right?"
The judge beamed happily. What
could be more significant of the new
day which had dawned on Jonesville
than this speech from Higgins, erst-
while the dissatisfied, the complainer?
That's a bully ideal" he exclaimed
enthusiastically.
Wallace and Jackson looked at one
another in a pleased appreciation. 1t
was Josie who instinctively saw the
flaw which had escaped the horde of
workmen in the shops and which now
escaped the four there in the Office.
"Why, judge!" said she, shocked and
scandaliZed.
whats the matter?"
But Josie would not even look at
him In reproachful voice she turn
ed to Higgins. Tell the men to do
nothing of the kind" she said with
emphasis Don't they realize what
has happened? How can they forget
so quickly?"
Now light burst, even upon Hig-
gins "Oh, that's SO, I'll have to re-
mind them of that"
Wallace was still puzzled, but Broad
way was beginning to understand.
by George said the judge, 81 for
got all about it myself"
A bright light bursting upon Wal
lace, he went to Jones and slapped
him on the back 'The king is dead"
he quoted, long live the king!"
Jackson WINGED. He reflected that
this showed the gratitude, the cherish
ing regard of the workingmen. His
uncle had just gone to his reward and
now, because he, the heir, in mo-
ment of decent impulse, had done the
square thing by them, the faithful la
borers were quite content to follow
their old friends obsequies by torch
lights borne in glory to the new one
while brass bands played ragtime!
Josie had looked up the correspon-
dence with the Empire Advertising
Agency, and now gave the letters she
had found to Wallace.
He looked at them, frowned, shook
his head and bit his lip, very much
astonished, very much annoyed. Its
the Empire, all right" he was forced
to admit. But before he had chance
to read the letters, Sam came in,
tramping like little elephant, threw
back his massive head, half closed his
eyes and roared:
Mr-Pembroke- and-Mr.-Leary-
o-see-Mr.-Jones."
Tell them to come right ill.," said
Broadway. His neck thrust this way
and that-two thrusts in honor of big
business.
Wallace smiled. Judge" he said,
"did you ever see man refuse to take
a million and half?"
Not yet"
We'll, watch the little professor,
over there" He nodded toward Broad
way. Then, to the man of whom he
had been speaking: "Sit at that desk
and look business-like."
''In that chair?" asked Broadway
with determination. Not after what
he said! And then he sat there, and
he died No, I'll die standing up"
Shall go?" asked Josie.
No; please don't
Then Pembroke entered, trailed by
a sallow person. young in years, old
in expression, and bearing in his hand
a new stenographer's notebook and a
little group of finely sharpened pen
ellis, which he carried as if they might
have been small very deadly weap-
ons, to be used in time of need upon
his masters enemies.
How do you do, Mr.. Pembroke" 4"
said Broadway with what he conceiv-
ed to be great dignity.
"Mr JONES'" said Pembroke, bowling
formally.
Broadway waved him to the fatal
chair. "Sit right down here" he
urged.
mo, thank you," Pembroke coun-
tered.
He's on" Broadway whispered to
Wallace.
Gravely Pembroke bowed to all the
others of the party, murmuring, as he
did SO. their names. But as he bowed
to Wallace he said Wilson"
Wilson," said the Judge and
Josie in astonishment and concert.
Bob winked at them. Yes; that's
right" he hissed. That's my name"
This over, Pembroke turned to his
stenographer, who had found a seat
upon an Office stool. Take the en-
tire conversation, JOHN he directed
This feazed Broadway for an in