Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-01-19

BroadWa, Go. intense dis.
taste for the alertness of successful
business men. They took fellow I'D
and make a monkey of him before he
had chance to think. This whole trip
to Jonesville-
Judge" said the energetic advertis.
ing agent. maybe you would like
little nip"
my boy" the Judge replied in
mournful tones, 'you can't get 1t here
at this hotel. 1t amt been to be had
here since the Episcopalian that once
owned 1t was bought out by Meth.
odist."
I've" Broadway began.
I've got some in my pocket" said
Wallace, interrupting.
Nov. Bob" Broadway began to
protest, but the Judge himself did not
permit him to complete his sentence.
Il could show you to your room," he
said, being as the clerks gone out"
by. all means. We"
"Er no." the judge said sadly.
"'Twouldn't really do. My wife"
jackson was looking round him for
his bag. Rankin always Suddenly he
remembered that he did not have his
bag. They had fled without it as they
lodged Mrs. Gerard. He gnashed his
teeth at Wallace.
But, even though the liquor question
was In no way settled at the session,
the judge stayed a little while to gos.
sip, principally making Inquiries about
the story which had been prominently
printed in the local papers that Broad
way was to marry rich widow.
Wallace took command here, too,
with lightning-like celebrity. Judge"
said he with gravity, IF every widow
in New York who has confided to the
newspapers that she would like to
marry Mr.. Jones had married him he'd
be a modern Mormon"
Yes. I suppose so-with the pros.
poets of this business here in Jones.
vile and a big wholesale liquor bust.
ness of his own there in the city. l
bet they have been after him. But
must go. You'll be up after SUPPER"
Very soon, If supper's what 1 think
it will be-" Broadway answered.
Mrs. Spotswood was consumed with
curiosity when her husband arrived at
home.
why didn't you bring him here to
supper?" she inquired.
well. mother, you know they've
been on railroad train four hours.
guess they're pretty tired. They'll get
supper at the hotel" He laughed.
"Mr. Wallace, he's with Broadway,
asked to have it served I'D in their
rooms, and Gilroy, the hotel clerk,
asked him If they wanted he should
feed it to them" His laughter became
violent. "You know Gilroy's very
witty"
How does Broadway look?"
Ten years older. My, how that boy
has changed"
my goodness, what a curiosity he'll
be to the folks here! Did you tell him
we had read in the New York Herald
about his goi to get married?"
yes; l ash him about that"
What did he say?"
We'll. he starCad to say something,
but his friend broke in and told me
not to believe everything read in the
New York papers. Broadway didn't
have much to say. His friend did most
of the talking"
who is he?"
Names Wallace. He seems to be
a right nice chap. Wide awake, all
right. I tried to pump him about what
Broadway means to do with the gum
plant, but he didn't seem inclined to
talk about it, SO dropped it. I'm wor-
ried about the matter, mom."
She sighed. II guess everyone in
town is. Would the trust close the
plant If they should buy it?"
why, Of course. They don't caro-
for those old shacks and their ma
chinery. What they're after is the
formula and trademark. They do their
manufacturing out in Ohio. Where's
Clara?"
"T'll have Sammy find her. He'll be
through supper in quarter Of an
hour"
But Sammy entered at the moment.
Il want you to go find Clara and tell
her to come home. think she's at
Josie Richards"
Clara bounded in Immediately. Sam
had found her in the hammock. She
had developed wonderfully since the
days when Broadway had taught her
new dance steps in the old power
house.
Sam said you wanted something,
pa"
"Yes, l want you to be here this eve
ming. And now won't you run over to
Josie Richards house and tell her I
want to see her tonight about some
thing very Important"
You want to see her here?"
"Yes. Tell her it's something about
the plant. Did your mother tell you
who's in town."
mo. Who?"
The new owner. The young man
himself Remember him? He's been
away five years"
Remember him! When did he get
here?"
On the five-fifty. Don't tell 1t to
anyone but Josie, and tell her to keen
1t quiet. He doesn't want; anybody to
know It," =.
Clara nodded, but her face was
flushed. Il understand. pa. Shall
tell her that he'll be here at the
house?"