The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1915-03-11

said the other in tone meant IT,
crush me. "What do you ask for this
thing?" tapping the dusty sptnet WITH
his walking stick. +
1t suddenly occurred to me that the
situation was humorous.
You will have to produce your ret
erences. gentlemen, before | Gun dis
cuss anything with you." said. after
swallowing very hard. ut must have
been my pride,
They stared. GOOD Lord!' gaspea
the bristIy one, blinking his eyes.
Don't you know who this gentleman
is? You-you appear to be an Amert-
can. You must know Mr.. Riley. Werk-
heimci Of New York"
u regret to say that have never
heard Of Mr. Riley-Werkheimer. die
not know that Mrs. Riley. Werkheim-
ers husband was living. And may
ask who you are?"
"Oh. am Also a nobody!" said he,
with wink at his purple jowled coln-
panion. II am only poor old Rocks
worth. the president Of the
"Oh. don't say anything more, Mr.
Rocksworthr' I cried. II have hearts
of you. This fine old spinet? Well,
it has been reduced in price. Zen
thousand dollars, Mr.. Rocksworth."
"Ten thousand nothing: III take It
at SIS. And now let's talk about this
here hall seat. My wife thinks it's g.
fake. What is its history, and whas
sort Of guarantee Gun you
"A fake!' l cried in dismay. MY
dear Mr.. Rocksworth. that is the very
hall seat that Pontius PLATE sat IT,
when waiting for an audience with the
first of the great Teutonic barons
The treaty between the Romans and
the Teutons was signed on that table
over there. the one you have so judi
ciously selected. perceive. OF course
you know that this was the Saxon
seat of government. Charlemagne lived
here with his court"
They tried not to look impressed. bus
rather -overdid It.
That's the sort Of story you fcl
lows always put up, you skinfints
from Boston. I'll bet my head you are
from Boston," said Mr.. Rocksworth
shrewdly.
Il couldn't afford to have you lose
your head, Mr.. Rocksw0rth. so shan't
take you on" said merrily.
Don't get fresh now" said he stiff}y.
Mr.. Riley Werkheimer walked PAST.
me to take a closer look ut the seat
almost treading on my toes rather
than give an inch to me.
How can yon prove that it's the
genuine article?" he demanded CURLY.
"You have my word for it. sir" |
said quietly.
"Pish tushr' said he.
Mr.. Wordsworth turned in the dircc-
ton OF the banquet hail.
Carrie he shouted, 'come here q
minute, will you:"
Don't shout liKe that. Orson," came
back from the porcelain closet. "Yon
almost made me drop this thing
We'll, drop it and come on. This is
Important
wiped The moisture from my brow
and respectfully put my clinched fists:
into my pockets
A minute later three females appear
ed on the scene. all of them busting
their hands and curling their noses In
disgust.
II never saw such 4 dirty place"
said the foremost. large lady who
couldn't by any circumstance OF fate
have been anybody's wife but Rocks
worthS ITS filthy! What do you
wnnt:"
1--WE bought this thing here for sew
enty-fve. Yon said couldn't get ii
for nickel under thousand. And.
say, this man tells me the hall seat
here belonged to Pontius PLATE i'm
Pardon me-" interrupted. II
merely said that he sat in it. am not
trying to deceive you, sir"
"And the treaty was signed Oh this
table," said Mr.. Riley erkheimer. He
addressed himself to a plump young
lady with distorted bust and a TWEEN
ty-two inch waist. ''Maude, what do
YOU know about the Roman-Teutonic
treaty? Well catch you now, my
friend" he went on. turning to me
MY daughter is mp in ancient history.
Shes an authority
Miss Maude appeared to be racking
her BRAIN undertook to assist her.
Il mean the second treaty, after the
| fall Of Nuremburg," | explained
| Oh she said, instantly relieved,
WAS it really signed here, right here
in this hail? Oh, father, we must have
that table,
"lOu are sure there was a treaty,
Maude?' demanded her parent accus-
ingly.
"Certainly," she cried The leu
tons ceded .Aisace- Lorraine to-
Pardon me once more," cried. anG
this time | plead guilty to a blush,
you are thinking Of the other treaty