The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-12-30
EORGE RANDOLPH CEIESTER

the Bobbs-r1err1ll Co.
 Thirty three thousandg' repeated Wallingford. 'eWhy, there was over twenty thousand left in the treasury alone, and you were in sole possession Of the company for at least an hour before you sold out to Dufots. Do you mean to tell me that you only took the profit on the manipulation of the stock and didn't snag out that twenty thou sand?''
 Certainly notg' indignantly asserted Blackie. "Do you suppose Pm a croohs'
 CHAPTER TX
 Piping Hek.
 T\HE man who hailed J. Rufus
 Wallingford as an old friend
 was small and stopped and
 wizened, but his wrinkle franl- ed old eyes had spark in them.
 WaIlingford shook the profered hand with cordiality that was purely habit ual, and examined the stranger with cautious perplexity as he sat opposite in one of the leather chairs of tha smoking compartment. ''You have the advantage of me-" he confessed re seryedly. wondering whether his en- forced travelling companion had known him as henefactor or otherwise
 The man laughed-R little craeA1inu laugh which ended in cough T fool all the boys" he boasted. eIm so ready for the morgue that under takers follow me home to get my ad. dress" and he laughed again as t that were the best joke in the world tsI'm Dollar Bill"
 
 tied, scrutinized him again 4ncredu lous1y. Why. Dollar Bill, whose ape ciaIty had been saw1nst money, had been roly poly little chap who should have stayed the same age until he fail ed to hear 'tten.'' ''You don't pass with me- puzzled Wallingford. sFha Dollar Bill knew would still be crisp.1
 The other put his hand oa his chest and laughed again. 'I make lem all think I'm counterfeit. he stated Do you remember the night the gooB from Carson City passed me this sou Yenir?. and he exhibited a wrist across which was a ragged seam
 WaIIingford looked into the stiII zest. ful eyes and shook his head sadly. 'sIt's Dollar Bill all right, guess. hg acknowledged, hurt by the discovery. Vhat tore yOu2'
 .tI was bogus. and the government put stamp on me, replied the frayed one. sThey laid me away fer ten stretch, Jim, and they took out Of ma everything ever had. In place of It they gave me the tcunnys'
 WaIIingford, who was physicaHY sen sitive to a high degree, hastened to change that unpleasant sub5eck .Hap. py news" he commented 1T suppose you've dropped the merry little green goods game to which you were such an ornament.r
 "ColdP' coughed Dollar Bill sI'4a quit graft forever"
 s.What are you doing?r asked Wal Iingford sympat patheticaIfy.
 ..sManufacturing antique funuitares g was the cheerful reply. in which there was a note of pride. T learned my trade in the governments big board+ ing house on the island, ana. i9 du say it myself, there isn't man fa the business can bore as fine a set of worm holes as can or break chair leg so natural. Why, I've even had my own antiques brought to me to be restored.''
 Bfll,'' approved J. Rufus. sI suppose there's a good profit tn it.
 ssThere would b0 if I didn't have to go to Texas every winter to save the piece of lung I have left. Looks as if I'd be late this season. My best new plant died, confound him. and 3 had just saIted his shack
 Its g game I'm not hep ebo,1 con- fessed Wallingford. "How do you lay the pipes to sell genuine antiquas?' ?'
 Well, I've worked up nay own bunk. watch the papers, and when see that MT PozoIlop has picked up a prize Pembroke highboy in Liberty Center hit out for that new Yukon on the first rattler, because I know that the junk bugs will swarm there like mos Qultoes around d rain barrel. I locate a brass necked old farmer or a thin nosed spinster or even a thousand year-old nigger nanny living in Q shack with all the WeatherboaFds loose and slip them in a few choice antiques"
 "I laugh as follows observed Wal nngford. with profound appreciation. ''I should think these highboy high hrows would have some way to tell the real goods from the phony. though,
 'sI meet all tests,'' scorned Dollar Bill. <T know lem as soon as they do. My best gag, however, is to write in the bottom of the secret drawer: From John to Prudence With a heart 1uH of love, July 4, 177e.' That always fetches lem. I got old Jonathan Bun ker in nearby Poplarville. His was the only rheumatic mansion 1n 2he county, and he was such a gropch that none of the neighbors had been in his house for twenty years. So nobody knew what he had"
 eTo Be Continued.)
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