The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1915-02-21

in his checks and expressed the idea
that San was the biggest fool outside
the walls of a lunatic asylum.
"All right and young Arnold
cheerfully picked up his hat. you're
10 per cent. of the stock. I'm 20.
I'll make you a bet on the balance"
Sam talked so much during the fol-
lowing week that the base of his
tongue ached. n gradually he
brought the majority of the stock to
his way of thinking. while Milburn
fumed and fretted n boiled. and
flourished the whip on which there
was no longer n cracker.
At the end of two weeks, after Sam
had enrolled the traction company at
the head Of the preliminary bond sub
scription list. he had but little over
a half million to show. Nevertheless,
he went home quite cheerfully with
that half million and swung a tre-
mendously pretty red headed wife
from her feet as she met him at the
gate.
As the Civic Art League poured out
of it's appointed meeting place at the
Hotel Winburg. fiuffcd in its best
afternoon reception triumphs. Ruth
Arnold, clad in snowy white from bon
Z W SllIBtiSs tbSN ="
at the sky. 1t was dull!
"Ah!" she exclaimed in that soft
drawl which had come to be loved
md initiated by all the young girls.
She held out the disgraced glove with
pathetic helplessness.
"Ah." echoed Marion Duncan and
pretty little Mrs. Haynes. and there
was no pleasure in their faces as they
lnnlynl fr,p, tho p'AN.a tn the mnrkv
air. All the factories were in a con-
gested section between the Hotel
Winburg and the river. n the wind
was blowing from that direction.
From every tall chimney poured bal
loonlike puffS of rolling black smoke
which streamed bravely upward for a
few feet ana condensed in SCOT which
presently. dripping with moisture,
sifted down on every clean thing in
Winburg. The radiant fuzzy civic
Art League was distinctly aware of
1t.
ats positively shameful" walled
Bessie Frazier as a huge smudge
nestled into the lace of her best frock.
and she hurried her group of four
into the Frazier car.
Why must they endure it? That
was the entire burden OF the tea time
conversations: SCOT! Every member Of
the winburg Civic Art League had
some detestable reminder of that
civic pest on some portion Of n much
cherished outfit: and the indignation
ran high. When the regular league
session came with the bonbon Ruth
Arnold as president mad a speech
about it.
There was no resisting adorable
Ruth Arnold. Before the pretty little
concert began one hundred names
were attached to the anti-soot petit
ton!
Old Tim Cassidy that evening
grinned as he tucked in his pocket
Sans rough draft of some new mu-
n!cipal legislator. old Tim. who hal
notified his face in the weather of
countless political storms, was sam
Arnold's most stanch supporter and
Ruth's most ardent admirer.
II don't know which Of you two
redheads is the smartest,' he OBJ
served. his shrewd blue eyes twink
ling: but anyhow. tomorrow night
there'll be introduced into the City
Council the most radical and unjust
anti-smoke ordinance that ever OPP
pressed a careless manufacturer.
So il came about. The petition.
carried into every home by the
sternlv ~purposeful ladies' of the Civic
Art League. grew and grew until, by
the tim the ordinance came up for
its second reading in the City Coun-
Gil. The newspapers were forced 10
accept the petition a. an expression
of the popular will; and. under the
lurid adjectival efforts Of the news
papers. public INDIGNATION ran high.
There must he no more SCOT in Win
burg, Its skies must be clear and
its linen spotless'
But how was thiS to be achieved?
How was the SCOT to be prevented
from sitting from those tall CHM
news? That was the manufacturers
business. Let him put in smoke con-
sumers. But smoke consumers do
not invariably consume smoke. Very
well, then: let the manufactures put
in liquid fuel or something. And
change all his power equipment?
Help, shrieked the manufacturer.
II did not matter. There must be
no more SCOT in Winburg' Its skies
must Ice clear and it's linen spotlcss,
The City Council had up, for the
third reading, a most drastic piece OF
civic lcElSldLlbl, Ilul''Niu| I"i''''''
lust short Of death and bankruptcy
on offending manufacturers.
Moreover, Tim Cassidy, To a man,
was for the ordnance Observe him
back Danny Conner, Alderman, into
a corner of Mike O'Kcrfe's cafe, and
present, with great lucidity and con-
ylnclngncss, the arguments in favor
of the severe anti-smokc ordinance.
"Youll vote for it," says Tim, "or
there'll be not another Conner at
work on a city job these W years
Behold Tim, with his fringe OF curry
gray hair around the notified back
of his neck and with his shrewd blue
eyes twinkling under his gnarled
hrows, showing the light of reason TO
Jerry Hogan, Alderman,
but it's a holdup,' says Jerry, WIp-
ing his mustache with the back OF
one hand and showing away his glass
with the other. Everybody knows
it's n scheme of sam Arnold to help
along his city power company
Have you no gratitude?' says old
Tim "Who dragged you out OF your
. obscurlty in Johnnie Cars black
smith shop and made you an Alder