The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1914-03-19

would, he doubted not, end all thinking
for all time, SO he declared with
fervor that he had, already, smoked
as much that day as he was allowed to
smoke by his physician.
The judge chucllled as he delved into
the bundle of legal papers Sam had
brought. Then: Here it is. It's a
long will. Take you quite a little while
to read it. Better put it in your
pocket and look it over when you go to
the hotel And this other stuff we'll 60
through later.
| There's some one at the door. I'll
see who it is. Mons making lemon
ade and Sans practicing his banjo.
Hear him."
Broadway looked at Wallace with a
shaking head while the Judge was from
the room. "You see? Nothing but the
plant I've got to sell all right"
! Wallace nodded in slow affirmation.
eyes, but not at their price. Didn't
you hear? The plant showed a profit
last year without any advertising?
Heavens. man! Think of that! In
these days!"
Broadway recalled his very pressing
needs. Il can't afford to take chance.
This is Thursday. Pembroke said
they'd have to know by Saturday
noon"
That's bluff"
Broadway looked at him reprovingly.
You don't seem to realize the euor-
nifty of the offense-I mean OF the
amount. it's twelve-hundred-t
sand--dollars
Il tell you to hold out"
But l tell you | can't afford to hold
out. L"
Piano. Wallace warned. "Mrs. S.
is coming"
And indeed she entered with tray
on which there were pitcher and two
glasses. Here's some nice, cold lemon
ade," she explained Hospitality. Then:
Did the judge go to the door?'
Broadway nodded.
She dropped her voice to a loud
whisper. Il put drop of whisky in
the lemonade. The Judge would have
a fit if he should find it out. He's such
a temperance crank! But he'll not
know. He never will drink lemonade"
Jackson smiled at her with full ap-
probation Of this tribute>to him. "I'll
keep your guilty secret" he said SOL
emily.
with me it's sacred" Wallace
promised her.
She beamed on them and raised her
voice. We'll, If you want more just
shout out"
I'm liable to shout most any min
ute," Broadway promised, though the
thought Of sWeetened lemonade-he
was intensely certain it was very high
ly sweetened-was distasteful in the
last degree to him, even though there
was little whisky in it,
Mrs. Spotswood was distinctly nerv-
GUS as the judge came back, which
cheered the friends little, for the
Judge had been distinctly nervous
when he himself had produced whisky
But an instant later they were divert
ed from this train of thought by the
Judges answer to his wife's inquiry as
to who was at the door.
Someone to see you, Broadway"
He was amazed Someone to see
me?"
Il thought nobody knew you were In
town." said Mrs. Spotswood, equally
astonished.
Someone must have recognized you
on the street." said Wallace.
Lord" cried Mrs. Spotswood. "That
does settle it! Now the whole town
will turn Quit"
But the judge shook his head. This
mans stranger. told him you
weren't here. but he said he knew bet
ter. He knows the time you left New
York and all about it."
Broadway instantly considered Penn.
broke. Was he tall man with gray
hair?"
III you're thinking Of Pembroke, it
wasn't him." the Judge replied. Z
know him.
Wallace knit his brows. He was not
pleased. who the deuce was it?'
Mrs. Gerard's lawyer" Broadway
whispered to Wallace, worried.
mo, no." he laughed.
He said," the Judge continued, that
he'd wait for you down at the Grand.
He said that it was most important;
that he must see you tonight
$50 he went to the Grand hotel?
Eyes"
did you tell him that wouldn't see
anybody"
Il didn't even admit that you were
here"
Perhaps I'd better 60 back to the
hotel and see who 1t is" suggested
Wallace.
EYES," Broadway accepted. will
you do that, Bob? And hurry back,
won't you?"
II won't be any longer than I can
help"
+. CHAPTER Viii.
Az Mrs. Spotswood turned she saw
Josie for the first time, for the girl