The Washington times., 1915-12-26
"Lord Southpaugh"


sheds n dozen men wore digging
| trenches. n big plc OF foundation rock
was In the center. fiankcd by barrels OF
cement; and wagon of brick was be-
ing unloaded.
With q nod Of satisfaction. ,Walling-
ford walked INTO the office, whore Mr.
Bessmtr' with gray Tlinss on n1 his bat hat
clinging to his eyebrows. was bent over
p much-soiIed building plan. Two o,her
men, who had clay on their boots. and
I mortar on their clothes, we're leaning
their elbows on the once neat drawing.
and figuring on its margin with pasty
blue pencils.
I'm in % no hurryi Mr., !.;,ss Gsssmer', ,,'td said
not so busy. I'll ia Ike up with you the
matter of the purchase Of that stock.
Mr.. .Bcssmer seemed somewhat en-
fdo m bs sery TYrGy hs G say
science shifting him that lie had helped
to trick this friendly pig stranger out
of a possibly profitable deal.
| You don't mean to say you've sold
it," protested Wallingford.
| In spite Of his compun"tion. a CLEAN
of satisfaction lit Mr.. Bessmer's eyes
| Well he stated alphabetically. the
spot cash was offered me. and now I'm
| building my extensions.
! II bet I know who bought it," de-
clarcd WallinGford with trace of an
Your friend Mr.: paw."', admitted
that he played rather questionable
trick on YOU. and that | made myself a
II cant blame YOU hardened Wal
Daw now own all your surplus stock"
| Every share of it,"
Where would find Mr.. Daw?"
| Bessmer suddenly laughed. "TIr is
probably out oiling the engine. or trim
! ming castings at one of the emery
wheels to see the sparks. or riding on
the warehouse elevator Shall | send
for him"
careful gravity. "If you don't mind my,
I'll hunt him up"
Il thought YOU were supposed to stick
around the town., in silk nat, and in
ford by way OF greeting.
You know; Jim. sometimes | think
you're dub, after all, rcproach"d
Blackie You never will get the tinsr
made assistant manager. and I'm insplr-
ing so much confidence Ihat this morn
ing | had Bessmer lock my own money
up in his safe for fear I'd trust my
self too far"
"Assistant manager chuckled Wal.
lingford. who had the born instinct for
mechanics of which Backie had nc
| trace. What do YOU manage. prnci.
pallN?"
THE oil can. till the engineer hid it
Blackie informed him with regret. He
admitted that ! was some sure-enough
| oiler. but objected that tho cost OF the
stun came off his fuel appropriation
II don't surnose you've thought OF
that list" observed Wallingford - a
half hopeless tone,
I'm so discouraged" asserted BlaCkie
- never get credit for anything. Here S
YOUR list Stay and have lunch with us
JIM
"Lunch!" puzzled Wallngford. WHY
you're not ever four blocks from your
hotel"
"True." assented Blackie but am
one to assume airs of superiority over
my own intelligent workmen? ! treal
them as fellow-human beings" You see
| intend to run for mayor Of my suburb
on the reform ticket this fall: so | bring
my lunch with me. in little tin pail
every day, and play them the saxOphont
at noontime, I've improved lot ir
NV music. Jim.
On his way out Walingford stopped
at Bessemer's invitation to inspect the
plans for the glorious extensions.
'l've dreamed of this for ten years
stated Bessmer happily. Did you Sc
cure any stock?'
Not a share" answered Wallingford
: much disappointed. Mr.. Daw won
sell"
: "a svmpathize with >ou." announced
the iubilant Bcssmer. THE local paper.
are full of the extensions we're making
| | believe we have Oak Center awakened
at last to manufacturing possibilities
This stock will be worth real money. by
: / and by"
II believe it, admitted WalluGford.
".
"Petey Wilks." read Wallingford from
Blackie's list; the leading sport of tn,
village and might bet as high as tw,
; dollars. Wears a gray puff tie on Sum
days, and the other two on weekdays
Proprietor of fathers shoe store. ant
almost real devilish. Ten shares"
t1ritka hat doe nt-ir1 ion WDll inc
+ ford had no trouble in picking -
Petey. in Wilks' Shoe Emporium
; II believe this is Mir. Wilks." guesseC
l the stock-specuiator pleasantly. notins
. that Peev was particular dresser. ant
: had his trousers pressed.
l That's what they're talking around,
! asscntcd young Mr.. WINS. who wa
strong on reDartec.
II understand you have some stock il
the Bessmer Maleable Process Com
panN."
Somebody's been telling" was tn
Glib retort.
petSy Sy'q wEs HHu fsFf had the 10 SS chn Of an lido
and the smile of fool but he had tn
l eyes of miser. Don't reckon wan
\ to sell it," he instantly returned "Th
Is making all sorts OF improvements"
o You paid nifty dollars a share 70
: your stock" stated WaIlingrord, re
I specting Petey's shrewdness. I'm
! wiling to say tnat ITS worth a lttl
! more. My firm will pay you sixt
!, dollars"
q The eyes of Petey narrowed still more
n | who is your firm" he asked.
The United States Malleable Mer
- ger Company" announced WsllingforC
creating that mighty corporation wit
= no effort wha but, after al
n you're not dealing with them; your
dealing with spot cash." and he dis
: played a big red pockctbook so bulge
6 with important bills that the circula
V ton of little Petey's one pint of bloc
= increased to whiz. Nevertheless, h
i stored perfectly straight
&" DO you see anything green" he dt
manded. lauginG scornfully. and pullin
= down the lower lid of his right eye. o.
10 know what IT means when monopoly
= after anything. You'll have to pay m
[, scventy-tive dolarsa share"
IS ITS bought" accepted Walingfor,
d and counted out four bills Ave hur
dred, two one hundreds, and a fifty. $
- promptly that it looked like the throw
:. off Of printing press. Where is you
: stock?"
i Petey made tracks for the safe
/" Il wonder where ! could get SON
y more OF this" inquired Wallingfort
Il II understand that Mr.. Il. +. Croats ha
~ a tcn-sharC certificate. Do YOU suppos
~ ne would sell it,
:. "BnkY Coats" smiled Pctcy. Blink