The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1914-10-01
CHAPTER xix.
WaIIinqford "Comes Back"

- WAS Il SIldrC lilck, auSuGu
Steele, every feature of his coun-
tenance puckering with the enjoy
ment Of it. 1.-The minute they knew
that Kreiger was coming here to mo-
nopolize the retail business of the town
Horndyke and Ramsdale, who run the
biggest department store here and have
money to burn, bought out the Courier,
which was on it's last legs, and pur-
chased a controlling interest in the
Blade. which only had toe left. AS
each Of these papers runs an after
noon edition under different names.
the Courier owns the News and the
Blade the Trumpet-that leaves Horn
dyke and Ramslale in absolute pos
session of the towns advertising facil-
tiles. both Republican and Democratic.
except for the little Evening Item.
which has been trying to sell out to
l<reiger."
HE couldn't buy the Item until they
start coming half pennies" declared
Wallingford. whose memory for news
papers was most careful.
II saw a copy of it downstairs" in
terpolated Blackie. '"They ought to
call it the Footnote."
'"That looks like wholesome time
for the town. unused Wallingford.
"Of course Horndyke and Ramsdale
will raise the price of advertising to a
prohibitive point. and rebate to them
selves for whole pages. | suppose
Nreiger has plenty of money too:"
'He should have. He owns the new
building. and he's doing everything re-
CARELESS. | wonder why he doesn't
buy the Item?"
'He won't need to-" decided Waling-
ford They'll be glad to get his bust
ness ut any price. Steele. did you ever
do anything crooked in Cinderburg?''
Il never did anything crooked any
place" retorted Steele in deep self
abasement. II couldn't. | guess we
can't all be Wallingfords.
Pete Scallop was standing in the
doorway of the Cinderburg Eureka
Auto-Motor Washing Machine company
when Wallingford's car drove up. and
his upper teeth Immediately dropped
Deity restoring them to their place
with click of his jaws. he waited for
no greetings, but hurried into his pri-
vate Office and called up the chief Of
police.
"Ths is F. II. Scallop." he briskly
stated. 81 want you to send police
man down here right away to arrest j.
Rufus Walingford."
lis he back in town." asked Jack
Tawney. "Wheres he stopping? New
.Auditorium?'
II suppose SO, but l don't know. l
just saw him.
"What do you want him arrested
for?"
"Obtaining money under false pre-
tenses.'
"When?'
when he was here the time before.
Hurry an officer right down here. and
I'll hold him till your man comes"
Excuse me-" begged Chief Tawney;
'I']l not arrest that man without a
warrant. and I'd advise you to see
lawyer before you swear one out. He's
too smooth to come back here if there
was any legal danger, and I'll not burn
my fingers with him."
Mr.. Scallop almost choked on his
teeth. "You talk as if you were a
friend of Wallingford"' he Indignantly
charged.
II am" frankly admitted the chief of
police. "1f I had to lock him up I'd
give him the southeast cell. put a ca
nary bird, a geranium and Il sideboard
in 1t and spend most of my time there.
I'm glad he's back. He's live men,
ber.'
"He beat me out of $1O,OO0v COM
planned Scallop. You're a fine admin
istrator of the law! Your duties mean
nothing to your
II guess l have been slack" agreed
Iawney. "or I'd have pinched you for
having $4,000 in the first place. You
never had cent till you stole your
partners PATENT
"Helo, Mr.. Scallopv' cheerfully call.
ed Wallingford, entering the door.
Beg your pardon for interrupting.
Finish your conversation"
do you know what l was telephon-
ing about?' was the return greeting of
MIR. Scallop as he slammed the receiver
on the hook. II was just talking with
the police department about your ar
rest
'1s that SOP" inquired Wallingford
lnterestedly. lis Jack Tawney still
chief of police?"
The hopeless injustice of things
dawned upon Pete Scallop. where's
my $1O,OOO?" he demanded.
Wallingford frowned in perplexity.
"By George! ! can't remember what l
did with it" he acknowledged. what
did we spend it for, Blackie?"
"Why, don't you remember?' return
ed Blackie reproachfully. I'VE paid
our bar bill"
It's really not thing to be joked
about, Mr. Scallop," stated WaIing-
| ford, changing from his iOyial air TO