The Washington times., 1915-12-26
Lord Southpaugh"

ana qulNef. IN the rear OF the caStlhB
sheds dozen men were digging
trenches, a big pile Of foundation rock
was In the center, flaRked by barrels OF
cement; and wagon of brick was be-
With q nod Of satisfaction. walling-
ford walked INTO the office, whore MIR.
Bessmer, with gray filings on his hat
and his han and mustache and even
clinging to his eyebrows, was bent over
much-soiled building plan. Two other
men, who had clay on their boots. and
mortar on their clothes, we're leaning
! their elbows on the once neat drawlns.
and figuring on its margin with pasty
blue pencils.
I'm in no hurry, Mr.. Bessmer," said
Wallingford cheerily. When you're
not so busy, I'll take up with you the
matter of the purchase Of that stock"
Mr.. Bcssmer seemed somewhat em-
barrassed. I'm very sorry to say
you're too late" he returned. his con-
science. shifting him. that lie had helped
Of possibly profitable deal.
You don't mean to say you've sold
it y protested Wallingford.
In spite Of his conjunction, a gleam
Of satisfaction lit Mr.. Bessmer's eyes.
"Well,' he stated apologeticRlly, the
spot cash was offered me, and now I'm
building my extensions.
'I bet ! know who bought It," de-
clared Wallingford, with a trace of an
Your friend Mr. paw." admitted
| that he played n rather questionable
trick on you, and that l made myself
party to it,
II can't blame you" pardoned Wal
lingford. hurt but generous. docs MIR.
Daw now own all your surplus STOCK"
Every share of it."
Where would find Mr.. Daw?"
BeSSmer suddenly laughed. He is
probably out oiling the engine, or trim
| ming castings at one of the emery
wheels to see the sparks or riding on
the warehouse elevator Shall I send
mo thanks" replied Wallingford with
careful gravity. "If you don't mind my
going through your factory unattended
/ I'll hunt him up"
"I thought you we're supposed to stick
around the town; in silk nat. and in
/ spire confidence" complained Wallng-
ford by way Of greeting.
you're a dub, after ALL reproached
Blackie. You never will get the finer
points of stagecraft. / had myself
made assistant manager and I'm inspir-
ing I had Bessmer lock my own money
up in his safe for fear I'd trust my
self too far"
Assistant manager" chuckled Wal
mechanics of which Blackie had no
| trace. What do you manage. princi-
| pally?"
The oil can. till the engineer hid it."
Blackie informed him with regret. He
| admitted that ] was some sure-enouRh
oiler, but objected that the cost of the
stun came off his fuel appropriation"
I II don't surnose you've thought of
that list observed Wallingford IN a
half hopeless tone.
I'm so discouraged" asserted Blackie.
~ never get credit for anything. Here s
YOUR list. Stay and have lunch with us.
| JIM"
Lunch" puzzled wallingford WHY.
| VOu'rp four blOcEg from VOlT
| hotel"
True" assented Blackie; but am I
one to assume airs of superiority over
my own intelligent workmen? I treat
them as fellow-human beings" You see.
| intend to run for mayor of my suburb
on the reform ticket this fall: so / bring
my lunch with me. in little tin pail.
! every day, and play them the saXOphone
at noontime, I've improved a lot in
NV music. Jim"
On his way out. WallinEford stopped
at Bessemer's invitation. to inspect the
plans for the glorious extensions.
I've dreamed of this for ten years. u
stated Bessmer happily. Did you Sc
cure any stock?"
mot a share" answered Wallingford
much disappointed. Mr.. Daw won't
SELL"
81 sympathize with vou." announced
the iubilant Bessmer. The local papers
are full of the extensions we're making
I believe we have Oak Center awakened
| AT laSI TO MISUNDERSTANDING
This stock will be worth real money. by
and by
II believe it," admitted Wallingford
".
"Petey Wilks." read Wallingford from
Blackie's list; the leading sport of the
village, and might bet as high as two
dollars. Wears q, gray Duff tie on Sun'
days and the other two on weekdays
Proprietor of fathers shoe store, anC
almost real devilish. Ten shares"
Armed with that description. WallinE:
: ford had no trouble in picking o.
Petey, in Wilks' Shoe Emporium.
II believe this is MIR. Wilks." guessed
the stock-speculator pleasantly. notinG
that Petey was a particular dresser. anC
, had his trousers pressed.
That's what they're talking around,
asscnted young Mr.. WiKs. who wal
strong on repartee.
II understand you have some stock II
the Bessmer Malleable Process Com
pany."
| glib Tetort.
Would YOU care to sell it?"
Petey Wilks had the chin OF an lido
and the smile of fool, but he had the
eyes of miser. Don't reckon wan
to sell it," he instantly returned. The
papers are full of how Will Bcsseme
Is making all sorts OF improvements"
You paid fifty dollars a share foI
your stock" stated Wallingrord, re
| SpeClllB IeleS y SnTSWuneSS.
! willing to say that it's worth a littlt
! more Ny firm will pay you sixt!
! dollars"
> The eyes of Petey narrowed still more
, who is your firm" he asked
The United States Malleable Mer
ger Company" announced Wallingford
creating that mighty corporation will
no effort whatsoever; but, after all
4 you're not dealing with them; your
dealing with spot cash" and he dis
: played a big red pocketbook so bulge
s with important bills that the circula
Y ton of little Petey's one pint OF bloc,
2 increased to a whiZ. Nevertheless, h
1 steered perfectly straight.
. DO you see anything green?' he de
manded. laugIng scornfully, and pulin
: down the lower lid of his right eye. "
@ know what II means when a monopoly
= after anything. You'll have to pay m
!, seventy-tive dollars share"
; ITS bought" accepted WallingforC
d and counted out four bills, a Ave hun
dred, two one hundreds, and a fifty, $
s. promptly that II looked like the throw
!. of Of a printing press, Where is you
9 stockT
! Petey made tracks for the safe.
/" II wonder where ! could get som
, more OF this?" inquired WallinEfort
= Il understand that Mr., h. F. Croats ha
~ a ten-share certificate, Do you suppos
II ne would sell it?i