Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1915-06-05

q ~ olheFs fAcA = havs q pssos
e twsaty deputies swuen IN and walt
ins ~ word. It wsuld make a srsat
follow story"
Wallingford considered carefully q
moment. "Drive TO the shsri6s," hs
said.
Paul Pollets beows cleared instantly.
'Wul you excuse me- . minuteT
IAN right" granted Wallingford.
'Whsee are you goingT'
'Iuto the telegraph once to nle my
description of the wholesale arrests and
the rioting which followed. had
planned to have the state militia here
by tomorrow" And. Jerking q bulky
manuscript from his pocket. he darted
for the depot.
~Wait q minute!" called Walllngford.
And then 40 Paul came back. rs there
anything in your story about the an
tioue furnitureT avs
mot line"
"Get a mention Of 1t In some place
where they can't lift 1t out"
"It's in." promised Paul. and whis-
zed. Ho was gone Ave minutes and
came running back with purple copy
ing ink ON his ear. but happy. He i'm.
meiiately bounced into the cab. Now,
Mr.. Wallingford. what am hired forT'
Secretary and prospectus writer"
"I'll have old Henry stop at the Of.
lice Of the Evening Retor1ner," return
ed Paul happily. II have to resign.
suppose there's GO use talking salary.
You'll pay me more than I'm getting
now and expenses. How soon may l
write prospectus?
Fright away" promised Wallingford.
~ want nossy descriptive catalogue
Of that antique furniture"
For a moment young Mr.. Pollet look
ed blank. I'm afraid l don't know
much about antique furniture" he con-
fessed.
Walllngford turned ~ him reproach.
ful eyes. do you need facts for a
good story he demanded
"They only gum 1t up," announced
Paul With conviction. II thought
ought to get your Instructions. though.
I'll make you . catalogue that any an
tiquarian could read to his family.
think IN run on ahead to the Re
former ONCE" and he leaped out of
the cab with a friendly word Of en-
couragement to the horse.
He was standing in front Of the
sheriff's Office when old Prince stopped
there with a sigh, and he made every
thing easy for Wallingford.
"Just sit still, but have your fountain
pen ready" he suggested. "I'll bring
out the warrants for you to sign. It's
the custom here. They're all ready.
There's hfU-eight of them. SO far"
The posse, each man with glitter
ing tin badge on his breast, marched
out in solemn array, while Paul was
still in the Office. and lined up against
the wall, happy in their stern ferocity,
and grateful to the stranger who had
made it possible for them to arrest
their neighbour.
This II posse No. 2" exclaimed
Paul Is he hustled out lively with
the papers, followed by the sheriff,
who was Q pursy. short man with q
protruding mustache and puffy red
cheekA posse No. I 10 out now guard
ing your property. and II we car
only sneak In the back way think
we'll see evidence enough to have
posse. No. 2 arrest posse No. /. ! have
the blank warrants right In my pocket
I think a'll make q great story, don't
your
wallingford. his big shoulders heavine
30 that he could hardly write. paused
a moment to enjoy his new secretary.
'Blackie Daw is being cheated" he
chuckled and went on with his writing.
The sheriff, who wore the widest
brimmed felt HAT that could be found
and ostentatiously displayed huge
bulge beneath his coat In each hip
pocket, took every warrant as it was
signed and examined 1t with porter
tous frown and when he had twenty
distributed them to the deputies, one
to each man. and came back for more.
When Henry and old Prince and the
antiquarian and his secretary drove
away those deputies were issuing forth
in double file. with the globular little
sheriff at their head. and there was
not another male human being to be
seen on the streets of Poplarville.
Half mile from Jonathan Bunker's
former house Waningford and young
Pollet. after DIES pairing instructions to
old Henry. left the cab and made q
detour through the hills. When they
came in sight Of the house young Pol
let took one look at the Industrious
panorama, filled with earnest spaders,
and whipped out his bundle of blank
warrants.
"Just sign theser' he joyfully urged.
"I'll send them back by old Henry
when he brings up the luggage"
The collectors OF antique furniture
came and went into rhapsodies over
the artistic handiwork Of Dollar Bill
Shuvit and read the incomparably
erudite catalogue. but they all went
away with their hands to their brows.
for the price J. Rufus Wallingford had
Get upon the collection was staggering
" prohibitive. and he would not sell
individual pieces. The first two days.
Of course. brought forth the regular
dealers In antique furniture, but these
gentlemen did not even inquire the
price. They merely inspected the fur
niture with delighted approval and
passed their hands over it lovingly and
said "Btlly Shuvit" and went away.
But the genuine collectors. those who