The Pulaskian., 1915-07-09
BURROWS THREE B'S By ADELAIDE MASON.

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 Which ought to mean Benton's three bad boys, suppose?"
 A jolly cafe trio, each member laughed boisterously Their designa- tion as the three B's" had not been at all creditably won.
 Ned Burton had recklessly given the toast. Watson Bross had echoed the sentiment. Tom Bradley was silent. He drank with the others, but there was no jolly smile on his face AS the others were about to arise and leave the table, he checked them with a mandatory gesture.
 I've something to say" explained Tom. sIt won't take long: Fellows, I'm through"
 Upon my word, he's in earnest!" cried Watson
 Turned reformerl" laughed Ned All right, though. I'm sick of the dull routine they call fun. What have you to suggest?"
 "Pll tell you," answered Tom read fly. I've thought it all out. The other day I saw an advertisement offering a weekly newspaper for sale at little county seat. I'm going to buy it. I've a plan to make that step the means of booming all of us"
 And then, Tom Bradley entered into a lengthy explanation.
 Tt looks to me like a plausible plot to steal the good will and fat offices of a commonwealth" noted Watson.
 Behold, three months later, Tom Bradley installed in the position of editor and publisher of the sprightly, up-todate Ferndale Monitor. He con graduated himself on his investment. His success was pleasing. His brisk genial ways made friends for him on every side. Within a few weeks he had got to love his work He felt like a new man, for early hours and tenn perate habits were making that of him.
 The expected summons came for Ned and Watson, one day. They had missed Tom sorely. Life was tecom- ing dull to them.
 From writes that he can fit us in admirably Watson announced to Ned.
 What am I expected to do?' in- quired Watson.
 Take the business management of the Monitor. You are to see that it gets advertising and subscriptions. You're good mixer. After a spell you will be eligible for local office. Time will promote you: village clerk, mayor, legislature, congress, and so on!"
 "H'm!" reflected Watson-"tha isn't so bad. I'm willing to enlist"
 So, one day Watson and Ned ar- rived in Ferndale. The latter set up an office as a lawyer. The former, in- cidentally, was secured as a working partner by Tom. The columns of the Monitor gave them splendid send off. Each week thereafter there came due publicity.
 The village was isolated from rail connections. Two lines ran twenty miles apart and each ten miles from Ferndale The Monitor began to speak of an electric line, a gas works, new water system and other improvements.
 Ned began to experience the thrill and revenue of having real clients. Watson was entranced with the va riety of acting as a reporter Work on the Monitor began to tell. One day Watson rushed into the news paper office af1ame with some new and exciting information.
 I've struck it, fellows!" he an nounced with a triumphant chuckle.
 Struck what?" queried Ned and Tom in a breath.
 My level. My engineering ability has come to the front at last. What do you think: looking up particulars as to the fall crops, I came across fine old place outside the town here owned by Colonel Huntingdon
 I've heard of him. Sort of an aris- tocrat, isn't he?" questioned Ned.
 He's a fine old gentleman, with a hobby-to connect Ferndale with one of the two railroads. He tried the scheme two years ago, has the right of-way, invested one hundred thousand UOildIo duO otOPpOA WOlh 1SSe~NSO -- could get no cooperation or encour- agement. The minute he talked de tails I saw my chance
 What to do?" asked Ned
 Carry the scheme through for him. As a practical engineer, think I see my way clear. And say, talking of us, the three B's,' what do you think?'' went on the volatile Watson. The Colonel has three daughters, and they are. 'B's, too-Bertha, Beatrice, Blanche. Fellows, never saw such loveliness!"
 Within month Ferndale was cleo. trified Smart, able Watson Bross had played the two steam roads one against the other as to the proposed connection with Ferndale. He bar gained so well that the Northern line agreed to pay half the construction cost
 Ferndale awoke from its lethargy.