The Madison daily leader. [volume] (Madison, S.D.) 1890-current, 1914-01-23


had a chance TO think. This whole trip
to Jonesville--
Judge" said the energetic advertis-
ing agent, maybe you would like a
little nip"
MY boy" the Judge replied in
mournful tones, you can't get 1t here
at this hotel. II amt been to be had
here since the Episcopalian that once
owned 1t was bought out by a Meth
odist."
I've" Broadway began.
I've got some in my pocket" said
Wallace. i~nterrupting.
Now. Bob" Broadway began to
protest. but the Judge himself did not
permit him to complete his sentence.
Il could show you to your ROOM" he
said, being as the clerks gone out"
by all means. We"
'Er no." the Judge said sadly.
/" 'Twouldn't really do. My wife"
Jackson was looking round him for
his bag. Rankin always Suddenly he
remembered that he did not have his
bag. They had fed without 1t as they
lodged Mrs. Gerard. He CRASHED his
teeth at Wallace.
But. even though the liquor question
was in no way settled at the session.
the Judge stayed a little while to Cos
sip, principally making inquiries about
the story which had been prominently
printed in the local papers that Broad.
way was to marry a rich widow.
Wallace took command here, too
with lightninglike celebrity. Judge"
said he with gravity, If every widow
in New York who has confided to the
newspapers that she would like tc
marry Mr.. Jones had married him he'd
be a modern Mormon"
Yes, | suppose so-with the pros.
poets of this business here In Jones.
vile and a big wholesale liquor bust
ness of his own there in the city.
bet they have been after him. But
must go. You'll be up after support"
Very soon, IL supper's what | think
1t viii be-" broadway answered
Mrs. Spotswood was consumed with
curiosity when her husband arrived q,
home.
Why didn't you bring him here b
supper?' she inquired.
Well. mother, You know They've
been ON a railroad train four hours.
guess they're pretty tired. They'll gel
supper at the hotel" He laughed
Mr.. Wallace, he's with Broadway
asked to have It served up In theft
rooms, and Gilroy, the hotel clerk
asked him IL they wanted he shoult
feed 1t to them" His laughter became
violent. You know Gilroy's very
witty"
How does Broadway look?"
"ren years older. My, how that DO,
has changed"
MY goodness, what a curiosity he'll
be to the folks here! Did you tell hin
we had read In the New York Heralt
about his going to get married?"
yes; / asked him about that"
What did he say?"
We'll, he started to say something
but his friend broke in and told me
not to believe everything read in the
New York papers. Broadway didn't
have much to say. His friend did most
of the talking"
Who is he?"
Names Wallace. He seems to be
a right nice chap. Wide awake. all
right. | tried to pump him about what
Broadway means to do with the gum
plant. but he didn't seem inclined tc
talk about 1t. SO dropped it. I'm wor
ried about the matter, NOM"
She sighed. Il guess everyone In
town is. Would the trust close the
plant If they should buy it?"
why, of course They don't care
for those old shacks and their ma
chinery. What they're after Is the
formula and trademark. They do their
manufacturing out in Ohio. Where's
Clara?"
I'm have Sammy find her. He'll b
through supper in a quarter of al
hour"
But Sammy entered at the moment.
Il want you to go find Clara and tel
her to come home. think she's al
Josie Richards"
Clara bounded in Immediately. San
had found her in the hammock. She
had developed wonderfully since the
days when Broadway had taught hel
new dance steps in the old power
house.
Sam said you wanted something
pa"
Yes, / want you to be here this eve
ming. And now won't you run over K
Josie Richards house and tell her
want to e her tonight about some
thing very Important"
You want to see her here?"
"Yes. Tell her it's something abou
the plant. Did your mother tell 20,
who's in town.
mo. Who?"
THE new owner. The young mar
himself. Remember him? He's beef
away five years"
Remember him! When did he &c
here?"
"On the five-ffty. Don't tell it I.
anyone but Josie, and tell her to keel
1t quiet. He doesn't want anybody I.
know It."
Clara nodded, but her lace wa,
flushed. Il understand. pa Shall
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