The Washington times., 1915-12-05

ernest logic on his GROW, and
Jim WallihRford, smiling cordially,
looked from Blaclsie to the tall
young stranger, and waited. very
well. them" went on Blaekle; "'you p
proach your egg from the left-hand
side. walking cautiously Reaching OUT
suddenly, you clutch. your egg just pc
hind the gilla, and whir It into nsht
froth with cne of Pushman's egg-Wht-
fers This is Pushman"
Happy TO meet you, Mr.. Pushman.
laughed WRllinSford, shaking hanus
heartily. ~ never cbn tell quite what
this IDIOT means, but / Judge that you
are in the egg-beating business"
Kitchen novelties" agreed the youpg
man, accepting wnllingford's pest
chair. He was a smooth-Bhaven chnp'
with a clear eye and u pleasant sInlls'
and he wore the clothing OF 2 pIpl't.t,
ous young business man. comblne1 VIII VIII
a look OF care between the eyeDI0MS
'Mr., Daw Is an old. old friend OF mlne;; m;
met him for the first time In the mote,
bar downstairs, half an hour ago t..o ano
he insisted that you would ike 70 Si'o
me some business advice. -.
J. Rufus WallinEford glanced specu-
latively at his partner. a.
My pal here Is up to his neck IN
pfained, giving welilngford time TO
| study the prospective business asS9-
ciate. The diversion OF egg whiting y
not so popular as he had supposed ~
to be. and 1t takes money 70 OuS
"iil be jggered IL know how my
old friend Daw discovered that 1 am ~
a hole" smiled young Mr.. Pushman. IN
eiapce at Biaci<ie. II bought promptly
1 when the bartender introduced US. ana
1 said that business was good; ~,
"Blackie, has lunches" smiled WA
No" insisted Blackie. I'm an ex--
Iert whifhebat fisherman, and you can
fool 'em. Now you wear new neck
tie and say that business Is so0o, 1,ad,, TuSnv
| in Dingleville bluf6ed but your psnk;
but whiffebat fisherman must nave
second sight. Did you ever catch a
You confounded fOOl!" cfuckled
you do It this way" went on Blackie.
twisting his spikelike mustache COM
| out TO the middle Of a perfectly circular
lake, taking with yon hammer Two
nails, an auger, and q piece OF cheese:
| First, you nail your boat TO the lake
hole IN the water. You lay the cheese
at the edge Of the hole. and whistle like
a meadow-lark. Well. the whifflebat
hears the music and comes to the hole
where ne smells the cheese and comes
be- guick. You lean over the side OF
your boat and gigSle him to DEATH olo
stuff, but good"
beater?' suddenly inquired Wallingford
They won't buy them. and young
ID Pushman smoOthed his pompadour "
concern. I've thousand dollars wortf
OF them Grated, ready for delivery Du'
no place to send them. ts
Wallingford nodded gravely.
sink all your money!?
walllnEford noted that his eyes wer!
rather too close together. i sank @. w
Slookums. I'm willing to GO on Will
the business, but G. W.'s no sport"
J. Rufus hitched forward.
"oh! sIookum!' he said. and he smil
ed approyingly. at Blaclde, 'slookun
six" II was Blackle, who answered
thin this silG"6 aTms On the table. cold. Silver
nickel, copper, bills, and Just money"
'Slookum Is the village mortgage hold
er," stated Pushman. =,
"I honestly believe you'd sting Sloo
kum." guessed walllngford.
Young Pushman folded his arms ol
the table.
"How?'
You're not Incorporated"
; That's the answer we1I incorporate.
Then what?" II was Blackie who ask
ed this. J. Rufus frequently inSor .SI
, on were always different.
, IT don't know" returned WallinG
5 ford carelessly. THE chief value Of In
, corporation is to get some Of Slookum
I chimney; then we can make friend
And" stated Blaclie Daw. there
no minted money which we so muc
e I gathered that" said young Push
Y man. looking puzzled. Mr.. Daw wa
0 Immediately interested when he found
had some connection With slookun
"old @. w. skinned some friends q
y ours" explained Wallingford briefly.
4 Ever hear of President Warden, {
the Western Consolidated Railroad Sys
II temp inquired Blackie, straddling
= chair well, when Warden died n
o business rival, f. B. Falls. who neve
had a chance to beat Warden at an
z game, robbed his orphans. Georg
t Washington Slookum was one Of th
d piker tools who helped in the manipula
r. ton by telling a few lies, His shaI
. was" t.
!. Just a minute" chuckled ]. Ruff
x x touching button. Mr.. Pushman ma
= Wen probably make them his OffiC
! assistants. anyhow. Their part. mo-
s likely. will be to give away offi'
. secrets"
n In a few minutes, In answer 10 wa
It lingford's politely telephoned invitation
= two strikingly pretty young ladies can
II into the parlor and we're introduced
II Fanny and Violet Warden.
IT underItand It perfectly now" sa
young Pushman. smiling into the bl'
r eyes of the vivacious Violet; an
e Blache Daw tugged fiercely at his mu
y tache.
G. W. Slookum sat at the back do,
. of his suburban farmhouse, with u
= glory Of the autumn spread before hiI
- and on his knees was a shotgun, load'
with rock salt; just in the center
- vision OF q. WIS wrinkle-squinted ey
was a big apple tree, anxious to dr'
its frost-ripened aples. In the feld' y
brating between the apple tree and q
orchard, were a farmland and a bI
terrier; but G. w. Slookum trust
neither of these, since there Is
guardian of property 80 faithful as Z
owner thereof.
- There's a couple OF STRANGERS to $
ne you, paw" Bent and wrinkled MI
ie Slookum said this, and she said 1t wi
ry her hands folded.
TX Paw" Slookum rubbed gnarL
~ thumb up and down the barrel OF
r old gun.
I'D Town folks or country follSs7' he
Z quired I'm a voice which grated.
3. "City folks. paw. They look rich
OF tsIIuh 80 ryrttnted glookum. AGENTS