The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1914-08-06
vent into his portable house and shut
his portable door. Mr.. Wallingford
went home.
CHAPTER TX.
BIackie Falls.


houses. over a hundred of them for
cash, which cash was safely deposited
in his New York bank; the balance he
had sold on payments; he had issued
$50 shares of stock in the Kimbely
Mine Operating company. Once more
he took out the charter and read anew
the peculiar constitution and bylaws OF
that corporation.
A stockholders meeting was set for
only few days away. and even If ev-
erybOdy in the town voted with him he
could control the voting Of only 400 out
of 1000 shares Of stock. This was the
dilemma that confronted Wallingford
and put creases in his brow for many
days, but now he only chuckled at it.
The next morning he began looking
after his personal popularity. He sent
to the city for $500 worth of books,
all in the Is cent, cloth bound edi-
tons; he gave the butcher an order for
cow and two hogs; he gave the baker
an order for unlimited bread and
cakes: he gave the grocer an order for
butter. crackers, cheese and pickles ad
libitum: then he invited the entire town
to the grand barbecue and free public
library opening. which library he was
about to present to his beloved fellow
townsmen in the until now vacant
portable house at 81 South Main street.
On the day Wallingford decided upon
this the untiring Brother Ralph in
New York sought out Blackie Daw.
with newspaper in his hand
hn oil
daily reports Of the wonderful output
of the Kimbely NINE" he suggested.
Haven't you cleaned up on that
yet?' inquired B|ackie in surprise.
Mr. Dougalbobber was so shocked
and panied that he was nervous. Look
at this article" be begged. pointing to
column and a half "story" telling Of
a wonderful ore shipment, the largest
shipment ever made in the world" he
explained.
II believe it." replied Blackie cour-
teously passing back the paper But
why be SO mournful about it? You
don't drink enough Dougalbobber."
And here" went on Mr.. DougalbOb-
ber with dignity. lis the weigher's
i1uu liz EtCSCuLeu u AOsu-
ed paper.
II believe that. too" admitted Black
lie. passing it back still folded Say, I
wish you'd go away with your KIM
belly mine and let me sigh in peace.
MY wife's out Of town"
That grand opening was the ann~
and climax of Dougalville's history. It
yun q or. nd nI (r.l1 xxyho
in Wallingford shone at his brightest
and Toad Jessop as master of ceremo-
MES strutted to his hearts content.
Old Pop Meeking, who ran the donkey
engine for the small ore crusher, own
ed beautifully. mattled yellow and
green cornet; Henry Brooger, who
eked out miserable existence mend
ing shoes while he waited, owned an
accordion, and Tom Macnish, whose
business was to curse mule, owned
bass viol. Wallingford hired the
entire band. He placed that band
where it belonged, right out in the
middle of the field back of the Free
Public library and in front Of the bar
becue, and when the time was ripe.
which was just when the good smell
Of we'll cooked flesh filled the air, he
made speech. 1t was a rousing, pa
triotic, fraternal speech, calculated to
warm the cookies of the heart, awak-
en- enthusiasm and increase happiness
on every hand. He pointed with pride
to the fact that he was the sole parent
of this thriving little city and felt re-
sponsible for it's welfare and its pros
perity He loved all Of them as broth
ers, he did, and if any of them had in
llividual or private troubles let them
come to him, and their firm and ever
lasting friend, j. Rufus Wallingford,
would see what could be done.
The free library that he was pre-
senting them today was only the
modest beginning of an institution of
which he knew Dougalville would one
day be justly proud. A schoolhouse
would be his next gift to the city, and
he was already dickeling with the
ministers Of three denominations to
come there and establish churches. In
the meantime, the body needed food as
much as the mind or the soul. That
food, he could see by the eye of their
expert butcher and chef, was now
ready. Let him not keep them from it.
Let them all help themselves and en-
joy themselves to the full. Would the
boys please strike up ''Turkey In the
Straw"
AS that and one church hymn We're
the only two tunes upon which the
cornet and the accordian and bass
viol could agree, the boys cheerfully
obliged, and the feast began.
Talk about popularity! Dougalville
fairly dripped with it, and it was all
for Wallingford-W allingford, the big,
the impressive, the pleasant, the mag
nanimous! How they did love Wal
lingford that night! Women almost
wept about him, children danced