The Hays free press. [volume] (Hays, Kan.) 1908-1924, 1914-04-04
WITH PHOTOGRAPHS
FROM SCENES m The PLAY
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course you do. She'll tell you all there
is to tell.'' the judge explained as
Dave came with the cigars
Their mere arrival made both Wis
itors nervous. and when the Judge pre-
scented them to Broadway he was glad
to find it reasonable to discIaim cigar
smoking entirely and light a 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 JonesvflIe perfecto
would, he doubted not, end all thinking
for all time, so he declared with
fervor that he had, already, smoked
as much that day as he was allowed to
smoke by his physician.
The judge chuck1ed as he deIved into
the bundle OF legal papers Sam had
brought. Then: Here it is. It's a
long will. Take you quite a little while
to read 1t. Better put It in your
pocket and look it over when you go to
the hotel. And this other stuff wen go
through later.
There's some one at the door. I'll
see who it is. Mons making lemon
ade and Sans practicing his banjo.
Hear him?"
Broadway looked at Wallace with a
shaking head while the judge was from
the room You see? Nothing but the
plant. I've got to sell all right"
Wallace nodded in slow affirmation.
Eyes, but not at their price. Didn't
T,Jo a.
last year without any advertising?
Heavens, man! Think of thatI In
these daysi"
Broadway recalled his very pressing
needs. 81 can't afford to take a chance.
This is Thursday. Pembroke said
they'd have to know by Saturday
noon"
That's a blur"
Broadway looked at him reprovingIy.
You don't seem to realize the enor-
nifty OF the offense-I mean of the
amount it's tWelYe-hundred- thou
sand-doIlars."
Il tell you to hold OUT
But 1 tell you 1 can't afford to hold
out L"
'Piano!" Wallace warned. Mrs. s.
is coming"
And indeed she entered with tray
on which there were pitcher and two
glasses. Here's some nice, cold lemon
ade." she explained Hospitality. Then:
did the judge go to the door?"
Broadway nodded.
She dropped her voice to a loud
whisper. 81 put a drop of whisky in
the lemonade. The Judge would have
fit if he should find it 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. 'T'u
keep your guilty secret" he said sol
EMMY.
with me it's sacred" Wallace
promised her.
She beamed on them and raised her
voice. Well, If you want more just
shout OUT
I'm liable to shout most any min
ute" Broadway promised, though the
thought of sweetened lemonade
was Intensely certain it 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 a 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 as
to who was at the door.
Someone to see you, Broadway"
He was amazed. Someone to see
me?"
'T thought nobody knew you were In