The Lamar register., 1914-10-21

"Oh, I'm not otooationeo'
next ume."
II could give you a guess" interpO-
lated Mr.. Wallingford's black haired
and black mustached and black frock-
ed friend. when you hit town like
that the voters lose"
They lose any place." agreed
Blount, with a laugh. They'd ought
to lose for standing for what they do.
Eve no more sympathy for them than
1 have for deacon that tries to buy
counterfeit money and gets a box of
sawdust. It's so especially fierce be-
cause these amateur grafters are lot
of rabbits. I have no respect for a
holdup man that will SILVER while he's
going through your pockets. They're
planning to steal the courthouse right
now, but they're SO scared think they
sleep with all the lights turned on"
Wallingford chuckled In huge en-
joyment "I've heard of stealing q
grindstone and a hot cook stove" he
observed, but stealing c0urthOuses is
new speciality on me-"
at ought to be easy" asserted
Blount, still disdainful of his local
ordinance thinkers. They've just built
q profitable new courthouse. and the
old one. which occupies the finest busi-
ness situation In town. is to be sold
next Saturday. A bunch Of these
burglars want to buy 1t in for about
half OF its value and open a beer hall
cafe, but they're afraid to grab it be-
fore election for fear 1t will swamp
them at the polls. and they're afraid
to wait till after the election for fear
they won't get a chance at It,"
"That sounds interesting. but 1t
makes my scheme look like feeling a
rattlesnake's fangs to see II they're
sharp. I'd like to meet some people
who can tell me exactly how the land
lies"
I'll 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..
Wallingford's friend Daw came out Of
his modest retirement. and he came
out grinning.
you've always been a quick pro-
Queer. Jim." he confessed. but you
dug up that public amusement park
thought so suddenly that It's dizzy
yet. Would you run one?"
II wouldn't run anything unless 1t
went some place in a hurry" asserted
wallingford. laughing. Il had to talk
to the man. though. didn't l, and
don't know any more entertaining con-
versatiOn than lie."
That's right" agreed Blackie ad-
miringly. Its the only thing there's
no limit to. This town don't look so
bad. jim"
Its pleasant town." approved
Wallingford. at 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 100000 in a railroad
scheme to put another little crimp in
the bank roll of e. II. Falls" patiently
5000 l 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 you along to com
plete your education. and now I'm
hunting that 100000. Let's go and
show ourselves and throw away some
more money. There hasn't 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 perpetually open. He had laugh
Ell so much for voters that the stretch
OF his wide lips had pushed each cheek
into a glistening red roll. Walling
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
entire evening in locating the widely
ranging JackaOn who WAS oyerywhere