Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1915-10-28

had to play his game as though we
were the best of friends. The irony
OF fate! He could have killed me
with an ak and wept tears of joy while
he was chopping me up; but he had
to smile!
"Mr. James will be here this after.
noon," the old man smiled joyousiy.
Cant we wait till then?"
1 shook my head doubtfully. Every
minute was valuable now. 'Tm
afraid not" murmured sadly. "The
low price of these shares has created
big demand"
"Theres been quite bit of objec.
tion to the big allotment we are allow
ing you," put in Whisky-Face. He
knew his game though it must have
hurt him like pulling a tooth to say a
word that helped me.
"Alie amt fellin so pert this
morning, either" the old man added
wistfully. Somehow it don't seem
right for her not to he here"
What seems to be the trouble?"
| put in Trevor smoothly.
She amt what you'd call real
SICK" he said seriously. There
seems to be something on her mind"
Something on her mind! She was
shielding the man she thought to be a
murderer! Protecting dog while he
| robbed her father!
But Whisky-Face only saw it as
something suspicious.
you have to get that noon train
for Philadelphia, don't you Mr. Hayi-
land?" he asked with a sneering in
sinuation that was lost on Mr. Wal
ton.
"Yes, the Nixon people want a
thousand shares" 1 answered casual
ly, choking a growl in my throat. Oh,
we were fine pair OF dogs, ready to
jump at each other, but knowing that
We must be nice or lose the bone.
"Have you got the stock with
you?" the old man asked, his eyes
alieht with anticipation.
"Yes," assured him; but added:
"This is hardly a place to transac-
business"
I wasn't taking any chances OF flash.
ing those shares in big hotel. Some
wise one would have been right on the
job to see what was being done.
"Let's go to our uptown office"
suggested Whisky-Face, rising.
I'd known Mike Garven wouldn't
overlook a thing like that. He never
forgot details. That's why no one
ever had chance of getting him.
The innocent old man never no.
ticed the newness OF the furniture, or
door Trevor took us to- and his joy
when l showed him the gaudy shares
WAS pitiful.
He touched them with his fingers TO
prove that they were real. He read
every word of them. He even tried
to make out the scrawls of the phoney
signatures.
It'll be all our company now," he
said softly, and a tear found its way
down his pink-white face.
'Do you reckon l could be some
kind of an ofIicer?" he asked hope
fully. at seems like part of me,
somehow. And I'd like to ser old
Jackson Crawford get some kind of
an easy job. He's had awful hard
luck lately. Do you reckon he could
sweepin' out the plant, or somethin'!
An maybe Allie could be bookkeeper.
She's wonderful smart with figures"
turned away; the lump in my
throat seemed to choke me. This was
the price Mike Garven had put on my
life!
Tut Whisky-Face was crooked to
his heart
"You can be president, IL you want
to-" he laughed; and it was laugh at
joke! You can make Jackson
Crawford vice-president at salary of
hundred dollars week, If you wish,
and you can give your daughter ten
thousand year for doing nothing.
This stock gives you power to do any
thing you want"
"Honest?" His simple mind didn't
seem able to grasp it.
Nothing to it," grinned Whisky
Face. He was enjoying himself.
Before my eyes the girl seemed to
stand. gazing at me as she had gazed
at me when raised my right hand to
swear the oath she had demanded.
''Have you got the check?" l half
numbled.
Certain" He took 1t from his
wallet just as he had received it from
| tire Swelton firm. picked 1t up.
at isn't certified" I gasped. as
though had made an awful discoy.
cry.
"Why why" he stammered
fearfully. "Does that make any diff
ference?"
"Not at ALL" put In Whisky-Face
quickly. "You can come with us to
the bank and have 1t cashed. Then
Mr.. Havlland will deposit 1t in his
own bank and make out a check to my