Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1915-12-18

WallIngford. Heres your $275 for to
day"
"Please take my $25," begged Mr.
Pollet.
There was the sound of the hasty
scraplng Of chair. "Your account Il
closed!" roared WalIingford. Get outr
There were other sounds. The door
opened suddenly and out shot q
chunky young man who wore thick
speotacles. NJ. Perigord noted that he
] had money in both hands. He turned
In the middle of the anteroom.
go on out you" ordered the spider
legged boy, as ]. Rufus Wallingford
himself slammed the door Of the pri-
vate Office,
Mr.. Pollet walked slowly out Of the
room. The waiting investors looked
nervous and apprehensive. A little bell
rang sharply. The spider legged boy
darted inlD WallIngforGs room. He
bounced out again in a minute.
"W. o. Jones'" he announced.
The totally bald headed man sham
bled in, casting Jealous look at NJ.
PerlgOrd
Hello, Onion Jonesl" greeted Wal
Iingford suavely. 81 have $1,100 for
you. That leaves you $1,000 clear
profit. Pretty good, ehf"
Perlgord's eyes glistened.
mot the best day we've had, but I'm
patlsaed," laughed Jones. 81 hear you're
going to start a new pool, Mr.. Walling-
ford"
Next week." returned j. Rufus.
"Any chance of my getting a share
, In it2"
81 think not, Jones'" advised Wal.
Ilngford. 81 won't split that pool into
shares. plan to take in just one big
investor"
"All right" agreed Jones. "I'm
tickled with anything you do. How
much can get in for tomorrow
"0ne hundred" stated Wallingford.
"Just give me that hundred dollar bill"
"There you are" returned Mr.. Jones
contentedIy. Good day, Mr.. Walllng-
ford"
The bell rang. The spider legged boy
darted In. Mr.. Jones shambled out with
his hand full Of money.
Andre Perlgord's breath came quickly.
"W. W. Williams" sang the boy.
The full bearded man went in.
Good afternoon, Chinchilla," hailed
Walllngford cheerily. "You got in for a
hundred and flfty, didn't you? Well,
here's $l,G50 I'll have to cut you down
to hundred today"
"SOrry, SIR" said williams. "By the
way, is Pollet dropped from the poolT
"Yes," snapped Wallingford.
"Pd like to take up his share"
mo" snapped Wallingford.
"Just as you say" hastily responded
Chlnchllla Williams. "Lord, I don't
want you to get sore Nt me too"
81 guess am little grouchy," con.
fessed Walllngford, "but every time |
turn around somebody wants to hand
me money. I'm tired of It."
II know" admitted Williams. "You
have too much capital now. l guess If
you dropped about half of us the rest
Of us could make more money"
"If [ dropped you all l could make
the entire profit for myself" Walling.
ford reminded him. "Thats what I'm
going to do on this next pool-take Just
one live partner with 100000 and split
the profits"
"I'll dig you up 100000 in min.
Ute" quickly offered Williams.
Nothing doing, Chinchlla," bluntly
refused Walllngford. "I have to have
partner like, He must be generous,
trustful and agreeable, and you won't
do. Good day, Williams"
"GOod day, SIR" returned Williams
sadly.
The bell rang as he came out with
money In his hands.
"Mr. Meazen," announced the spider
legged boy
The red necked man with the chew.
ed mustache numbered In. He spoke q
few husky words. Walllngford did not
talk at all. Big Tim came out with his
hands full Of money.
Perigord was dreaming vast dreams.
"Mr. Daw," announced the boy.
The autocratlc Mr.. Wallingford
frowned when he saw the stranger
with Blackle Daw, but NJ. Perigord