The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1914-08-13

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! In His Prime !
! By GEORGE RANDOLPH CHESTER
: Copyright. 1918. By the Robbs- .
|. Merrill Co.
By GEORGE RANDOLPH CHESTER

Merrill Co. I
clothes of civilization. and except for
having potato brown hair, Brother
Ralph was a carbon copy of the other
Dougalbohbers.
Wallingford walked across, as IL mat
ter OF course, to he introduced to him.
and found him to be scarcely Il degree
more personally engaging than his
brothers, and marveed that the man
could have sold stock ut all With his
handicap Of natural repulsion. He did
not stop to parley long with the
smooth" one from the east, however.
for the brothers seemed to desire to
be alone. Moreover, tomorrow was the
day OF the stockholders meeting, and
Wallingfortl himself was very lusy.
He passed Il long day in particular
anxiety about the 5:21 train. but be
received tremendous shock when the
first man to step upon the platform
was Blaclle Daw. Toad .Iessop, who
was homesick, but did not know it.
was the first to spy Blackie. and exc
cuted an Indian war dance upon the
spot, shaking hands with him and
clapping him upon the shoulder and
calling him sole parlncr" and daslline
Il real tear out Of his eye and thrash
ing numbering big boy who SAW it and
Jartiny away to bring Wallingforl, all
within the space of minute and a
half.
Wallingford greeted his old friend
and pardner with surprise. We'll,
Blackie," he exclaimed, while Toad
walked around them both with every
manifestation Of delight, what brings
you to tie end OF the Worlu?"
'Businps:,, returned Blackie briskly.
"but didn't expect to find you here,
Fannie told me you We're out west
some place working a big real estate
deal with those portable houses Of
ours
'rhe west was never anything like
this declared WalIingford sadly, but
this is the place. l don't like your hay
ing business here, though. You don't
mean to tell me you're tangled up with
this Kimbely mine?"
IL sure am" asserted Blackie val
antly. IL bought $4,000 worth of the
stock Now giggle."
Bought it, calculated Walingfortl
aghast. why. you blooming fool. how
did you come to fall for il: You used
to sell mining stock
'They say it takes separate educa-
tons to be wised up to both ends of
any game" responded HIackie dole.
fully. Il suppose I'm up against it,
eh:"
"Nn. wouldn't say that" replied
Wallinyford kindly. "Outside of MAX
ing a fool investment. ! guess your
bets all right
Blackie took that jolt with scarcely
blink and was able to smile in an
other minute. ITS like we always
said Jimmy" he philosop!lirally con
cluded. "There's only two kinds of us
-trimmers and lollops-and when you
quit being one kind you have to be the
other. What have you to drink?"
almost whisky and near beer. But
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the appeal for employment of thai
bunch Of laborers headed for the Of
fee"
AS he spoke he indicated the rougl
crowd of men, twenty OF more, who
alighting from the smoking compart
ment end of the day coach, had headed
straight for the inquisition headquar
tiers Of the kmbely mine.
You may have my share of thei
fun offered Blacllie, ''anl I'll Civ,
you something to boot. They Tagged
the train at a hobo camp about tel
miles down the track, and | still hav
my watch hung to my garter and m,
money in my shoe. They showed tn
price to the conductor. though, and h
let 'em on; but if you have a police sta
ton here I'm willing to be locked VI
until they leave town.
oh hush" said Wallingford gayly
This is my party"
If this was the case it was an Ill
usually rough looking party, each ma
walking with a SWagger and nearly eN
cry one having upon his countenanc
some dishguring scar or mark Of recen
battle. They We're remarkably silen
also, though remarkably alert as the
hurried, two by two, across to the Of
flee, where they found upon the door
brand new sign that read, mo NOR
laborers wanted" The man at the hea
of the procession, a brawny giant VIII
perpetually showed his gums, knocke
heavily upon the door.
"Whatchyou want" rumbled til
deep voice of Foreman McCorkle.
y Work" replied the big laborer.
mo chance" stated McCorkle frol
behind the closed door. "All full"
II want to see Mr.. Dougalbobber
insisted Mike Dimple.
(Which one?" demanded McCorkle.
! He amt here" supplemented hig
( pitched nasal voice from within.
They're both there, boys" announ
ed the giant, with happy grin, an
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