The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1914-09-10

old one. which occupies the finest bust
ness situation in town. is to be sold
next Saturday. A bunch of these
burglars want to buy it in for about
half of it's value and open beer hall
cafe. but they're afraid to grab it be-
fore election for fear it will swamp
them at the polls, and they're afraid
to wait till after the election for fear
they won't get chance at it,
'"rhat sounds interesting. but 1t
makes my scheme look like feeling a
rattlesnake's fangs to see if they're
sharp. Id like to meet some people
who can tell me exactly how the land
les
'Ill bring you Charley Jackson" Of
fered Blount. He knows SO much
about politics that he's changed his
party four times and always landed on
the winning side"
When the proprietor had gone Mr..
Wallingfords friend Daw came out of
his modest retirement, and he came
out grinning
you've always been quick pro-
Queer. jim he confessed "but you
dug up that public amusement park
thought SO suddenly that it's dizzy
vet. Would you run one:'
II wouldn't run anything unless 1t
went some place in a hurry" asserted
Wallingford. laughing. II had to talk
to the man. though, didn't l. and |
don't know any more entertaining con-
versation than Il lie
"That's right agreed Blackie adj
miringly. Its the only thing there's
no limit to. This town don't look SO
bad. Jim
Its a pleasant town. approved
Wallingford. 1T can't have much over
100000 population. yet the hotels,
churches and banks look like real
money. and we're paupers.
81 told you that Fannie objected to
my investing $500,OOO in a railroad
scheme to put another little crimp in
the bank roll of E. H. Falls" patiently
explained Wallingford. 80 took the
IS 900 had already drawn out for us
to go on that little hunting trip. turn
ed the balance of the bank roll over to
Fannie. brought yon along to COM
plete your education. and now I'm
hunting that $5OO.OOO. Let's go and
show ourselves and throw away some
more money. There hasn't a reporter
asked about us yet"
Charley Jackson was man who had
but two worries in life: He could not
understand why sleep was ever in
vented. nor why all the places did not
stay perpetualIy open. He had laugh
eu so much for voters that the stretch
OF his wide lips had pushed each cheek
.n.v gnstenlng red roll. Walltng-
ford clasped Charley Jackson by the
| hearty hand, and he twinkled back
into Charley Jackson's twinkling eyes.
and he smiled his jovialist in response
to Charley Jackson's jovial smile, and
he figured Charley Jackson to be about
as careless as an old maid eating shad
in the dark.
Proprietor Blount, having spent the
kntire evening in locating the widely
ranging jackson, who was everywhere
present, but not all at once. congratu-
ated himself upon having brought
these two kindred spirits together, and
smiling his qualification, waited for a
vote of thanks. 1t came in the form
of an invitation to supper, and when
Chef Josef saw that Blount was to be
one OF those to enjoy his succession of
surprises, he hurried back into the
kitchen and tore jagged splinters out
of his disposition, for he had sworn
never to cook again for the proprietor,
who was beast, and an OK, and Il
swine, and who had once complained
of the faint trace Of garlic in tillet
which was a marvel Of epicurean per-
lection. Later on, at the walters end
of the Renaissance bar, he confided his
woes to his friend Bert Harvey of the
Morning Record, who adroitly pumped
Josef about the gorgeous spendthrift
and the table conversation and hurried
right back to his Office, for there was
still a city edition of next mornings
Sunday paper into which good live
scandal could be damned.
! Meanwhile Charley Jackson and
Epender Wallingford. who had enjoy