The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1914-11-05

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ford took him by the arm and walked
into the operating room with him.
coolly closing the dentist out with
Blackie. I'D rather not have Mr..
Daw know anything Of our AFFAIRS"
ne explained
II guessed as much" smiled Bess-
mer. but Mt FIRST l thought he was an
intimate friend Of yours"
Hes an intimate business rival"
denied Wallingford. cbuckling. I'VE
have some great fights"
what IL your business. II may
ask?' Bessmer naturally inquired.
1.-THE purchase and sale Of stock in
unprosperous companies" ]. Rufus
told him. with perfectly straight
countenance.
II guess you could do It" Bessmer
opined. with a sigh. " wish you
would think It worth while to take
hold Of my factory"
"What time do you 60 back to Oak
Center?"
ION the 2:4O train.''
It'll ride over with you" promised
Wallingford. and they shook hands
on 1t.
Mr.. Bessmer, much relieved AZ to
Jaw and with renewed hope as to
business. took seat in the parlor car
Of the $40 train. correctly gaging that
the resplendent Wallingford would ride
there or nowhere. The train waited
its appointed four minutes: it's bell
changed; its whistle footed; its smoke
puffed. and 1t pulled out, and still no
Wallingford! 43
Bessmer suddenly felt weary and
old. He had not realized until now
how critical his business situation real
" was The proof Of It lay In the
fact that he had grasped SO desperate
" at the word Of chance stranger.
"Well. Mr. Bessmer, bows the jaw"
inquired cheerful voice at his ei-
bow. and. looking up, he found Blackie
Daw. laden with suit case. hat
box, an Oxford and a sax0phone case
"Haven't any. 80 far as the feeling
Is concerned" responded Bessmer, his
heart jumping with the sudden men,
ory that Blackie Daw was in the same
line Of business as the man who had
failed him. II didn't notice you get
ting on the train"
"You were looking for Jim Walling-
ford; that's the reason" laughed
Blackie. slowing grips in every avail
able corner, and sitting down. like a
real sport, with no regard whatever for
the tails of his Prince Albert II side
tracked him."
Mr.. Bessmer contracted his brows
and turned on Blackie glance of dis
approval. "That was not fair to either
Mr.. Wallingford or myself" he charg-
ed.
Its all in the game" declared Black
ie lightly. II saw he had business
opportunity with you, so had pbony
telegram delivered to him and sent him
on wild goose chase: then made
your dentist tell me all about the Bess-
mer Malleable Process company. and
here l ami"
Mr.. Bessmer could not see the joke
mir. Wal]ingford might have pur-
chased my Stock" he protested.
$50 might L." Blackie consoled him.
ION the other hand. Mr.. Wallingford
might not have purchased it. and l
NAV not. Tell me the news"
j. Rufus Walingford paused oppo.
site the corner Of the Bessmer Mallea-
BILE Process company and made COM
prehensive estimate of it. 1t was a
more or less toy plant. but radiated
the impression of extreme business so
thoroughly that it's walls seemed to
bulge and CULVER.
With a nod of satisfaction Walling.
ford walked into the Office where Mr..
Bessmer, with gray filings on his hat
and in his hair and mustache and even
clinging to his eyebrows, was bent
over a much soiled building plan.
I'm in no hurry, Mr.. Bessmer," said
Wallingford cheerily. when you're
not so busy I'll take up with you the
matter OF the purchase of that stock. u
Mr.. Bessmer seemed somewhat EN-
barrassed. I'm very sorry to say
you're too late" he returned, his con
science shifting him that he had help
ed to trick this friendly big stranger
out of possibly profitable deal.
"You don't mean to say you've SOLD
it?' protested Wallingford
In spite Of his computations CLEAN
Of satisfaction lit Mr.. Bessmer's eyes.
"Well," he stated alphabetically, 1.-THE
spot cash was offered me, and now
I'm building my extensions"
II bet J know who bought it," de
clared Wallingford, with trace of an
, noyance.
"Your friend, Mr.. Daw," admitted
I Bessmer, flushing slightly. I'm afrait
) that he played rather questionable
| trick on you and that l made mysel
party to it."
: II can't blame you," pardoned Wal
] lingford. hurt, but generous. 'Doe