The Julesburg grit-advocate., 1914-09-17

course you do She tell you all there
is to tell" the judge explained. ~
Dave came with the cigaFs.
Their mere arrival made both vts-
itors nervous. and when the Judge pre-
sented them to Broadway he Vas glad
to find II reasonable to disclaim cigar
smoking entirely and light . cigarette.
Wallace had no such excuse. He had
been smoking steadily since his ar
rival until within ten minutes. He
never felt like thinking save when he
was smoking and there would be much
hard thinking to be done this evening.
But to smoke one Jonesville perfecto
would. he doubted not. end all thinking
for all time. 20 he declared with
fervor that he had. already. smoked
as much that day as he was allowed to
smoke by his physician.
The judge chuckled ~ he delved into
the bundle OF legal papers Sam had
brought. Then: Here 1t is It's q
long will. Take you quite little while
to read 1t. Better put 1t In your
pocket and look 1t over when you go to
the hotel. And this other stun we'll 20
through later.
There's some one at tho door. I'll
see who 1t is. Mons making lemon
ade and Sans practicing his banjo
Hear him?"
Broadway looked At Wallace with q
shaking head vaile the Judge was from
the room. you see? Nothing but the
plant. I've got to sell all right"
Wallace nodded in slow animation,
Yes. but not at their price. Didnr
you hear! The plant showed q proflt
last year without any advsrtisinK. .
Heavens. man! Think of that! In
these days!"
Broadway recalled his very pressing
needs. II can't afford to take q chance.
This 10 Thursday. Pembroke said
they'd have to know by Saturday
noon"
That's blufR."
Broadway looked 1t him reprovinxly.
You don't seem to realize the enor-
nifty Of the offense-I mean Of the
amount. its observation-disclosures.
sand-dollars"
Il tell you to hold out"
But tell you l can't afford to hold
out l."
"Piano!" Wallace warned. "Mrs. s.
IL coming"
And indeed she entered with q tray
ON which there were pitcher and two
glasses. Here's some nice, cold lemon.
ade." she explained Hospitality. Thsn:
did the Judge go to the door,"
Broadway nodded.
She dropped her voice to q loud
whisper. Il put . drop Of whisky in
the lemonade. The Judge would have
= fit II he should find 1t out. He's such
. temperance crank! But he'll not
know. He never will drink lemonade, !"
jackson smiled at her with full ap-
probation Of this tribute to him. Tll
keep your guilty secret" he said SOL
emnly.
with me IT'S sacred" Wallace
promised her.
She beamed on them and raised her
voice. We'll. IL you want more Just
shout out"
I'm liable to shout most any min
ute." Broadway promised, though the
thought of sweetened lemonade-he
was intensely certain 1t was very high
ly sweetened-was distasteful In the
last degree to him. even though there
was-a little whisky in It,
Mrs. Spotswood was distinctly nerv-
Gus as the Judge came back, which
cheered the friends . little. for the
Judge had been distinctly nervous
when he himself had produced whisky.
But an instant later they were divert.
ed from this train OF thought by the
judges answer to his wife's inquiry ~
to who was at the door.
Someone to see you. Broadway"
He was amazed. Someone to see
me?"
81 thought nobody knew you were in
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