The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1915-07-22
THE GRAND
PROMOTER
He Pays DEBT In ihe Usual Way
BY M. QUAD
Copyright, 1916, by the Mcclure
Newspaper Syndicate.

which the grand promoter bad has OF
fee.
Back and forth-to and fro
Three times-five times-ten times.
There we're anxiety and desperation
In his attitude.
a man does not jump off the Brook
lyn bridge until he has given the mat
ter a little thought.
He does not beard the tiger In his
lair without making figures on his
chances.
At last the walker resolved. He was
the chiropodist Of room No. s, and cut
ting out corns had not made coward
Of him He walked boldly to Major
CTofoot's door and opened 1t. He had
no gun on him, but he knew that his
cause was just.
Come in, Mr.. Sykes come inI' cali
ed the major in bland and CHEEKY
voice. Come right in. BY George,
bat what coincidence-what a coin
cidence! Not minute ago | sat down
to write you a note asking you to step
down here. There is surely such
thing as mental telepathyw
you have owed me 81 for the last
four months stifdy replied the chirop-
odist, as he logged out BILL
"Just so-exactly just So" smiled
the major.
"And you said you'd pay me next
day"
Il presume | did. Yes I know did,
and / humbly apologize that it slip
ed my mind. My dear man, permit
me to pay you So SO 81 So. have
a check here for $3.50. You may hand
me $245 balance, and I shall be per-
fectly satisfied"
II haven't got no $245," replied the
man, land / only want what is due
me. III go to the bank with you"
Dent! Don't do it! I'd never for
give myself for putting you to that
trouble. Yes; was about to write You
note. It was surely a curious thing
your coming down as you did. Doctor,
do you know where / stood financially
four months ago7'
mighty hard up, guess was the
sullen reply.
"You'veN hit it. Yes, sir; was so
hard up that / didn't own the shoes TO
my feet. 1t was the hardest kind Of
work for me to raise dollar. The
cold, cruel world sneered at me and
called me deadbeat, but there were
few exceptions. You were one. In my
darkest hour you had confidence in me.
When / wanted words of encourage
ment you spoke them.
| "You told me not to despair
"You said that the darkest hour was
the first before the dawn
II never said any such thing" re-
piled Mr.. Sykes. Il was suspicious of
| you from the start"
''Mr. Sykes, the time has come when
| can reward you a thousand fold"
That's all CUFF.
Il have just organized the great
American Veal Tablet company; CAPT
tai, $3000,000. The stock will go to
200 above par. Dividends will be 80
per cent the first year. Greatest thing
ever known in the history Of the world.
| VIII you take the secretaryshfp at
salary of $4,000 year?"
mot by durn sight. You might as
well give up trying to work cold deck
| In on me. / want that dollar
"And it was my genius and my finan-
ciering which brought it about said
the major as he rubbed his hands and
patted the chiropodist on the shoulder.
The thought came to nae while | was
eating a veal outlet at my boarding
house,
Look here, now" exclaimed the CHI
ropodist as he pounded on the desk,
'I've come for my dollar. Don't try to
stuff me, but come down with the
CASH"
Il said $4,000 year, but If that lis
not enough, if you feel that you ought
to have $4,000, speak right up. want
you to be perfectly satisfied, you know.
VIII 100000 year be enough?'
What about my dollar?"
THE tablets will be go. They can't
help but be. Let us walk out in the
4 AAstAA WAl4C a ICIl Ou lll1L lie RQbltC
can't get enough of veal outlets in
their present form. They are always
eager for more They want the taste
of outlets III their mouths as they go
about their daily routine. Fifteen
cents box in order to compete with
potash lozenges, but profit of 10 cents
on every box. Take the sales at TO-
100000 boxes year and what do you
! get? You want stock. You want at
least
Not blamed cents worth! I want
my doHarv'
AT least $4,000 worth of stock.
You shall have it, You have paid me
Isl to secure it, and don't worry. 1t
VIII be made out in your name, and
later on Excuse me-"
The major stepped into his inner Of
/ fee and shut the door.
Look. here, you old deadbeat! !
want my dollar!' was shouted.
The major sat down at his desk and
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