The Washington times., 1915-10-31

with mustache, one OF which
had been chewed to a tasscl. A spider
legged boy. guarding the entrance to
the door Of the private office. greeted
Blackie with nod. and turned an un-
friendly stare on Monsieur Ferigord.
Beyond the glass partition could be
heard the loud and angry voice OF that
peerless Investor. ]. Rufus WalIingford
NO. Mr.: Pollet, you can't get on the
preferred list. shouted tho voice: You
have the gall OF burglar. ! let you
have twenty five dollar-a- day corner
, In this little pool practically out OF
charity. You've made an average OF
from two to three hundred dollars a day
out OF your investment. haven't you
Yes. sir" admitted Mr.. Pollet. The
lowest you ever made me out of my
TWENTY-FIVE dollars was a hundred But
! want to go on your largest list.
Nearly all your customers are allowed
to invest from a hundred to n hundred
and nifty dollars a day and they make
from four to six times as much as do.
II isn't fair
That settles IT," roarcd wal,inrford.
at the limit OF his patience. You get
out. Your place on the list Is vacant"
The door opened suddenly. and out
thick spectacies. Monsieur Perigord
noted that he had money In both hands.
lie turned in the middle OF the ante
90 oaiout, yoth,' ordered the spider
legged boy. as J. Rufus WallinI ford
himself slammed the door of the private
, office.
Mr.. Pollet walked slowly out Of tho
room. The waiting investors looked
nervous and apprehensive. little boil
rang sharply. The spidcr-legged hoy
darted into WallinSfords room. He
bounced out again In a minute.
Nv. O. Jones" he announced.
The totally baldheaded man shambled
} in. casting a jealous look at Monsieur
! Perirord.
Hello. Onion Jones'" greeted walling.
dollars for you. That leaves you a
I thousand clear profit. Pretty good.
eh'"
1 Perircrd's eyes glistened.
Not tho best day we've had. but I'm
| satisfed." laughed Jones. Il hear
you're going to start ANEW pool. Mr..
WRllingfOrd."
Next week" returned ]. Rufus.
| "hnv chance OF my getting a shye
! "I think not. Jones" advised walling-
| ford. II won't split that pool into
shares. ] plan to take in just one big
| Investor
An right" agreed Jones. I'm
| tickied with anything you do. How
much can get in for tomorrow
| "One hundred" stated Waliingford:
"Just give me that hundred dollar bill"
There you are" returned Mr.. Jones
contentediy. Good d-day. Mr. walling'
4 ford
THE bell rang. The sp,drr-leeeed boy
/ darted in Mr.. Jones shnmblod cut.
with bis hand ful, Of money.
Andre Perigord's breath came quickly.
"W. W. Williams aang the boy.
The full-bearded man went in.
Good afternoon. Chinchlla." hailed
Waliingford. cheerily. You got IN for
| a hundred and f,fty. didn't you? Well.
here's sixteen hundred and fifty dollars.
I'll have TO cut you down to a hundred
| today"
Sorry, SIR" said williams. ny the
| way. 10 PoI'et dropped from the poo!?"
ives" snapped Wallingford.
I'D like to take up his share"
No" snapped Wa!iingford.
Just as you say" hastily responded
Chinchilla williams. Lord. don't
| want you to get sore at me, too"
~ guess am little grouchy," con-
| fessed wRIlingford: but every time !
turn around somebody wants to hand
me money. I'm tired of it.
II know" admitted Williams. you
have too much capital now. I guess II
you dropped about half Of us the rest
OF us could make more money"
"Tf I dropped you all, could make
the entire profit for myself" Walling-
ford reminded him. That's what I'm
going to do on this next pooi-take Just