The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-08-20

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 Meanwhile MT. spooger, with an ash l en face, was being informed that Mir Wallfngford had left the city MT. Spooger's first thought was swift, di- rect and natural to his mind. aThe swindlert he gasped
 ..sWho said so2'' demanded Curly Washburn. ~I'n tell him that when he comes back"
 s.Is he-is he coming back T' begged Spooger, breathing with renewed hope.
 ssOf course he is!" stated Curly indig4 nantly He has a trunkful of clothes here that I wish he'd leave behind. and there's so much of his money In that safe dodge every time pass 1t. He only took a hand bag with him. Did he swindle you out of anything P
 Well, no.p admitted MT. Spooger re- luctantly.
 s'Then don't go around saying. it. ordered Curly, and walked away in silent contempt.
 The merriment in the festively light 1 ed yard of the Bessmer MaHeable I Process company was at it's height when Eli Spooger, learning that Wal nngford had gone straight there from the g o'clock train, repaired to the scene of the festivities. A big table, built in the form of a hollow square, spread with a snowy cloth and decorated with carnations, champagne paiIs and whole roast pigs, to say nothing of chickens and such minor articles of inner comfort, filled the yard and at the center of the head table, thanked by WaIlingford on one side and Bessmer on the other, 1 stood Blaekie Daw in his blackest Prince Albert, making farewell speech to his many friends in and out of the factory and inviting them, one and all, to move to TarryyfIle, so that they could vote for him for may Ior on the reform ticket in the coming fall. s It was all very reassuring to the 1 only man in Oak Center who could command over $1O0,0o0 cash. and when the final applause had subsided the three starred one bent witls an ingrati- ating smile over the back of Walling fofd's chair
 1T have that stock for you, 7 he hap pity conhded, right here, and he tap ped his bulging breast pocket
 nOh, yes, the stockl'' returned Wal Iingford pleasantly Why; MT. Spoo- ger, my firm has decided not to bother with the Bessner companY- He paused plaeidIy to watch MT. Spooger .ciutching at his Adams apple .So last night before went away sold what had purchased from you and from others to Mr. Daw. y
 Mr. speoger gripped his cuffs wildly in both hands and pulled them out arms length. And you sold 1t to met' he hotly charged Blaclie. You never said word about buying thNl extra shares from WaIIingford. 7 -S<n-I kindly You didn'f tell me you in- tended to sell to Wallingfesrd. 2
 You fooled mep' frothed Eli, turn ing to the representative of the trust. 1 ssI don't want this stock.
 sThrow It away, then,y advised Wal | Hugford. .I'd suggest that you keep 1t, though. By resolution adopted l almost unanimously last night MT. | Bessmer has the right at any time within the next ten years to purchase 1t at par, and I think he's going to 1 make some money.
 sThat stocks worth all it cost you, | sternIy declared Bessmer. who did not | yet understand how it had all happen ed and never would. fTt may not pay | dividends for five years to come, but will bring it to par value before | then.
 dOtA-+xS>tES t511 sf4-@ II Bessmera1 half shrieked Spooger. I'll 1 make it hot for you Remember hold majority of stock r
 You can help vote to repaper the office or to adopt pink stationery. but l that's about all,g Blackie informed 1 him. -sThe constitution of Mr. Bess mer's conpany amended at our regu- lar stockholders meeting last night. when you owned no stock gives him the final say in the mana cement and direction of the concern for the next ten years
 That's one of the reasons my monop- $ oIy did not care for the stock. 2 suayely explained Walling4ord, chuckling about something or other.
 It's swtndle!' yelled spooger, pur- pie with rage
 B1ackie Day arose and confronted him. pale with outraged indignation. l A repetition of that charge and shall sue you for Hbe1.' he warned.
 Put him outns shouted the express man indignantly.
 Seven men arose to their feet, and then the whole crowd got up. Spooger did not wait
 .sGentlenen.,' said Blackie Daw, lowing his thanks. twill some one kindly hand me my saxophone? ?.
 THE END.