The Huttig news., 1914-03-14

been 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 perfeeto 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 chuckled as he delved into the bundle of legal papers Sam had brought. Then: Here it is. It's a long will. Take you quite 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 go through later.
 There's some one at the door. I'll see who it is. Mom's making lemon ade and Sam's practicing his banjo Hear hin9"
 Broadway looked at Wallace with 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. Yes, but not at their price Didn't you hear? The plant showed a profit last year without any advertising? Heavens, man! Think of thati In these daysi"
 Broadway recalled his very pressing needs. T can't afford to take a 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 enor- mity Of the offense-I mean of the amount it's -hundred-thou- sapd-dollars."
 T tell you to hold out,
 But l tell you 1 can't afford to hold out. l."
 "Piano," Wallace warned. Mrs. S. is coming"
 And indeed she entered with tray on which there were a pitcher and two glasses. Here's some nice, cold lemon ade,' she explained hospitably. Then: Did the judge go to the door?o"
 Broadway nodded.
 She dropped her voice to a loud whisper T 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- preciation of this tribute to him. I'll keep your guilty secret he said sol emnly.
 With me it's sacred" Wallace promised her.
 She beamed on them and raised her voice. Well, if yeu want more just shout out
 I'm liable to shout most any min ete, 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 uery- ous as the judge came back, which eheered 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 wifes inquiry as to who was at the door.
 Someone to see you, Broadway"
 He was amazed. Someone to see me?"
 T thought nobody knew you were in town. said Mrs. Spotswood. equally astonished.
 Someone must have recognized you on the street." said Wallace.
 "Lordl" cried Mrs. Spotswood. "Tbat does settle it! Now the whole town will turn out!"
 But the judge shook his head. '3Tbis mans a 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 Pe,n. broke Was he a tall man with gray lair?'
 'ff you're thinking Of Pembroke. it sasn't him." the judge replied '.l now him"
 Wallace knit his brows He was not sscased "Who the deuce was i, 2''
 Mrs. Gerards lawyer" Broadway hispered to Wallace, worried.
 No, no" he laughed
 He said, the judge continued, that ed wait for you down at the Grand. Ie said that il was most important; hat he must see you tonight,
 So he went to the Grand hotel?"
 Yes"
 Did you tell him that wouldn't sec anybody ?n
 T didp't even admit that you were ere.''
 Perhaps I'd better go back to the hotel and sec who it is" suggested Wallace.
 Yes Broadway accepted. twill tou do that Bob? And hurry back won't your"
 T won't be any longer than can help"
 CHAPTER VIII.
 As Mrs SnOfsN Ood turn4d eha saw