The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1914-05-12
PLAYING GAME OF EYES
BY w. c. SHERLOCK.

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Look across the street, Phil. Tom
Brandon seems to be scared to death
of that big fellow with the black hat
I wonder what's up"
Don't bother me. Jim. I'm busy"
returned Harrington. tmpatiently.
Toms been casting furtive glances
at the big fellow as il he was trying
to dodge him." continued Morris, ex-
citedly. Nov he's stopped in from.
of that jewelry store and the big fell
low has ranged up alongside of him"
"Brandon's as pale as a ghost" OBJ
served Harrington, now thoroughly in
terested. Hes started of again and
the big fellow is after him. Hello,
he's coming over here!"
This was true. Brandon, eagerly
glancing around for some way of es-
cape from his pursuer, had seen Har-
rfngton and was hurrying across the
street. A few moments later, he en-
tered and sank, breathless and ex-
hausted, into the chair Morris pushed
towards him.
What's the matter, Tom ?" inquired
Harrington. solicitously. "You are
trembling like leaf. Who's that big
fellow who was following your"
Haven't the slightest idea, Phil"
replied Brandon, shuddering at the
reference to his pursuer. THAT fell
lows been following me for the past
two months. No matter where go,
he's always behind me. A week ago
he moved into the house next door to
mine and it's been ten times worse
since them
why don't you ask him what he
means" demanded Morris.
81 can't, JIM" returned Brandon,
mournfully. Il wish could, but that
fellows got pair Of the most pierre
ing eyes in his head that you ever
saw. They bore me through like a
gimlet and send a cold chill down
my backbone"
you're in bad shape, Tom. Why
don't you run down to the country
and brace up bit?"
It'd do It in a minute, Phil" replied
Brandon, eagerly, "but I'm so tied up
that unless sell my house. / can't
co."
What will you take for the house,
Brandon?" inquired Morris, thought
fully. Maybe can sell it for you"
I'D take five thousand, Jim, al
though I know it's worth more, just
to get away from that fellow with
those Internal black eyes,"
"All right, Tom," returned Morris.
'I1l take the matter in hand. 1 have
an idea that may help me to sell the
house."
Jim Morris was keen-eyed and OBJ
servant. When he watched Brandon's
efforts to elude the vigilance of his
black-eyed pursuer, Morris felt sure
he had seen the man with the pierre
ing eyes somewhere although he could.
not remember just where it had been
or under what circumstances. To
make sure OF this, he stationed him.
self near Brandon's house the follow.
ing morning and. unohserved by
either, followed Brandon and his
shadow downtown. Brandon, to rid
himself Of his tormentor, went into
Harrington's Office and Morris fol-
lowed the man with the penetrating
eyes. The latter, unaware that he was
being followed in turn, walked rap
idly along until he reached a large
Office building which he entered. TAX
ing the elevator, Morris and the black
eyed man were rushed up to the sew
enth floor, where the latter entered
the Office of Abraham Smart, a we'll
known real estate broker.
Jim was ushered into Mr.. Smart's
presence and after making some in
quiries about some property the bro
ker had, withdrew, feeling satisfied
that he had gained an insight into the
tormenting of his friend.
The next morning Morris was sit
ting in his Office, busy over his mail,
when the man with the piercing black
eyes entered.
'You have house on avenue
advertised for SALE" remarked the
visitor, carelessly. What is the
price?"
Eight thousand" replied Morris,
CURLY.
TOO much,' retorted the caller, alb
ruptly. 'I'll give you f1ve."
"The price is eight thousand, take 1t
or leave it."
Without further words the man
with the black eyes turned and left
the Office. Morris chuckled: 1--WE
got him going and he'll be sorry be-
fore he's through
On the succeeding day the man
with the piercing black eyes re-
turned to Morris Office to accept the
price and make a deposit but to his
dismay, found that the price had been
raised to ten thousand.
"You said eight thousand yester-
day." he blurted out. angrily, striv-
ing to use the power Of his eyes upon
the imperturable Morris:
To-day I say ten thousand" re-
torted Jim, coolly. Take 1t or leave
it."
Muttering some imprecations, the
would-be purchaser left but returned
in an hour, willing to pay ten thou
sand for the property Of Brandon.
Again he found that real estate had
taken jump, Morris demanding
twelve thousand for the property.
What sort of a game are you play
ing on me?" demanded the man with
the piercing eyes.