The Lamar register. [volume] (Lamar, Colo.) 1889-1952, 1914-09-09
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"Vi," he began as they all sat at din
ner. 81 got you to let me have $4,000
to invest for you once in a railroad
scheme, and lost it for you
"Sure you did," she admitted. with
midst Of my greatest success. The Lit
tie Warbler But why talk about bad
luck? 1t brings more"
Wallingford showed his oyster fork
deep into the ice and braced himself
for the shock. Because ! want you
to hand me another fifteen thousand"
he stated.
Violet Bonnie. with characteristic ex-
aggeration. climbed upon her chair
drew her skirts about her and scream
ed three consecutive times, TO the eter-
nal standardization of Wallingford's new
butler who gave notice the following
morning. IF you tell me you don't
mean it. Jimmy. I'll come down and
finish my dinner"
Il don't mean 1t. W." declared Wal
lingford solemnly. II only want to
borrow the money"
Il can listen to that" returned Vio-
let. because If | give 1t to you ! quit
worrying about II right then; if lend
ii TO you only have to worry for fear
you'll die before you pay 1t back; but II
you invest IL for me I'll be tottering
around making faces at little children
inside OF a week.
IAN right, vi. We'll call 1t a loan" re-
piled wallingford with chuckle:
Just so can get the fifteen thou
nd
YOU. one day this week. to make over
to me your bonds, and to put as heavy
plaster on the house as II will hold"
Mrs. Wallingford, more beautiful In
her matronhood than she had ever
been in her girlhood. and more charm
ing in her reserve than she had ever
been IN her vivacity, turned now with
quick apprehensive glance toward
the guests at her table before she
turned an imploring one toward her
husband.
Speak right out. Fannie: don't
mind u.s." invited Violet "If II was
Blackie made such proposition he
wouldn't have a whisker left In his
face. Why. Jim Wallingford. l think
you must be crazy. The last time you
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million, all in Fannie's name You got
her to let go of it; then you tied 1t up
in nice little bundle and blindfolded
old E. II. Falls so he wouldn't know
what you was going to do to him and
slipped the pretty little package In his
pocket along with my fifteen thousand;
then you stepped back and giggled."
Mrs. Wallingford looked at her hus-
band His lower lip had protruded
slightly and was squared. She knew
that II he meant to have this thing.
no tears or protestations would turn
him. and no earthly argument move
him.
I'm go down with you tomorrow and
sign anything you think best. jim"
she said quietly.
Contrition seized him for a moment.
and he longed to take her In his
arms and reassure her He would have
done SO had 1t not been for the pres
ence of DAVIS. Nevertheless. his CON
triton in no way INSTRUCTED his pur-
pose. as his wife. knowing his counte-
nance so WELL Immediately recognized
Violet Bonnie. however. insisted
Apon being the conscience for the par
ty. and now took Mrs. Wallingford Sc
verely to task. Honest, Fannie, you
don't know the first principles of train
ing husband" she charged You're
too easy
Violet" protested Blackie sternly.
this is none of your funeral"
well. I'll he jiggered!' declared that
lady. positively aghast at Blackies
temerity. What did you say?" she
demanded. recovering her pOise.
II said that the whole affair was
none of your butt in" announced
Blackie firmly. rising and resting his
knuckles upon the table and looking
sQuarely into the blue eyes of his here
tofore much better half. For solid
minute and a quarter the blue eyes re-
sisted. then they dropped. Fifteen
minutes afterward Violet Bonnie stood
contentedly behind the chair Of her
husband. stroking his hair.
The grand opening of the factory Of
the Speckled Bass Hollow Walled
Portable Bungalow company was a
function long to be remembered. Fully
one-thir1 of the front of the remodel
ed factory was given over to offices be-
fitting such a distinguished set of Off
GERS. Entering a spacious vestibule In
Dutch thing, one saw surrounding him