The Mobridge news. [volume] (Mobridge, Walworth Co., S.D.) 190?-1917, 1914-10-23
WITH PHOTOGRAPHS
FROr1 SCENES IN THE PL LAY
Orerl.,lChZ- Ll5 aI 0W1uL LhEh11n1 &C

course you do She'll tell YOU all there
is TO tell" the Judge explained. as
Dave came with the cigars.
Their mere arrival made both Wis
itors nervous. and when tEe judge PIE
scented them to Broadway he was glad
TO lind it reasonable to disclaim cigar
smoking entirely and light cigarette
Wallace had no such excuse. He had
beon smoking steadily since his ar
rival until within ten minutes. He
never felt like thinking save when he
was smoking and there would be much
hard thinking TO be done this evening.
But TO smoke one Jonesyille perfecto
would, be doubted not, end all thinking
for all time, so he declared with
ferYor that he had, already, smoked
as much that day as he was allowed to
smoke by his physician
The Judge chuckled as he delved into
the bundle Of legal papers Sam had
brought. Then Here il is. It's a
long viii. Take you quite little while
to read it. Bettsr put It in your
pocket and look it over when YOU go to
the hotel. And this other stuff We'll go
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? p"
Broadway looked at Wallace with a
shaking head while the Judge was from
the ROW. You see? Nothing but the
plant. I've got TO sell all right"
Wallace nodded in slow affirmation.
Yes, 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 renrovingiy
You don't seem to realize the enor-
nifty OF the offense-I mean Of the
amount it's hundred-t
| sand-lollars.
II tell YOU TO hold out"
But 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
fit If he should find it out He's such
a temperance crank, But he'll no,
know. He never will drink lemonade
Jackson smiled at her with full ap
probation Of this tribute to him. "II
| keep your guilty secret" he said sol
emnly.
With me It's sacred" Wallace
! promised her.
She beamed on them and raised her
voice. We'll, il you want more just
shout out"
I'm liable to shout most any min
ute" Broadway promised, though tbs
thought of sweetened lemonade-h,
was intensely certain It was very high
| " sweetened-was distasteful in the
last degree to him. even though there
was a little whisky IN II.
Mrs. Spotswood was distinctly nerv
Gus as the judge came back, which
cheered the friends little, for the
| Judge had been distinctly nervou.
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 a.
| to who was at the door.
Someone to see you. broadway"
| He was amazed. Someone to ser
me-"
II thought nobody knew you were II