Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1915-11-14

ment. looking gredily at the money in
Blacide's hand. do you call this
small7'
TITS a tin-horn proposition" scorned
Blaci1ie.
'But how does he make ST"
"wallingford won't tell" Blaclxie half
whisperingly confided. 'He Is one Of
our most clever Americans. Nobody
knows how much money he is worth.
Nobody knows how much l am worth.
1 don't know myself"
And did Mr.. wallingford make you
all your money?'
Every last million dollars" asserted
Blackie.
All" breathed Monsieur Perigord In
worship. 81, also, would become rich
qulckl So rich that also could say OF
thousand dollars, Give the tin harm to
the newsboy.' Monsieur Daw. would you
truly give that much money 10 a newsboy
or was It what you clever Americans
call a joker
Blackie's eyes widened In establishment
that such a question should be asked.
'Td give It 20 anybody. he stated, with
flash Of inspiration. Would you like
90 have it7'
mine hundred doIlarsr' gasped
Monsieur Perigord In terror.
lis II nine hundred? why, so It is,''
counted Blackie negligently. Here.
Perigord, take II and buy yourself a
dinner" and, thrusting the bills into the
hands Of the dumbfounded Perigord he
stalked out OF the place.
II forgot 10 get Miss Wardens check"
explained Blackie the next day, walking
into Monsieur Perigords with a saxa-
phone case in his hand.
1T is ready, monsieur" cordially stated
the Importer, greeting Blackie with the
enthusiasm OF an old friend. He clasped
his hands and bowed profoundly. He de-
livered the check with a flourish. ut
gives me great pleasure to make myself
again honorable with mademoiselle."
She'll appreciate IT," grlnned Blackie.
Thanks. Perlgord Good day" and he
started for the door.
Pardon, monsieur one little moment. "
began Perigord
Blaclkie. expecting that call. turned with
slow reluctance. He looked at his watch
Your friend. Monsieur wallingford,
with curiosity to know how much he gave
you for your hundred dollars OF yester'
day"
"oh," returned BlaolOle. with bored
expression. II don't know yet. As q
matter OF fact. hadn't thought of in.
Quiring about IT, He probably has only
six or eight hundred dollars for me. IL
just let It 60"
"Ah. monsieur" protested Perigord
Even II Il is only little money Ik,
that. TO you who are so rich It should b,
taken. Perhaps monsieur would like I,
give it TO some friend"
Very WELL" agreed Blackie. yawning
"Wallingfords office hours are from /,
4. Would YOU like TO go over with me p
II shall be transported" exclaime,
Monsieur Perigord. In a riutter OF de
light. this being the boon for which h
had been eager to ask.
He ran. He brought his silk hat. II
brought his gray gloves He brought hi
little cane. He brushed his kinky beard
He tripped down the stairs two step
ahead OF Blackie Dawl Only when the
reached the office did he hang back tim
idly.
That was brand new office. IN a bran
new slyscraper, and on the door was tn
legend; ~. Rufus wallingford. Inves,
ments.' Monsieur Perigord did not nc
tice that the paint was still fresh. 10
, Wallingford himself had carefully duste
, and otherwise aged IT, He had spent IN
morning on the Job
Inside was a small anteroom. In whic
there sat waiting a totally bald-heade
man. and a man with bushy beard. an
| large red-necked man with a mustachs
one end OF which had been chewed to
tassel A spIder-legged boy. guarding tn
entrance 20 the door OF the private offics
greeted Blaekie with a nod. and tOrne
an unfrisndly starr on Monsieur PerigorS
Beyond the glass partition could 4
heard the loud and angry voice Of thu
: peerless investor. ]. Rufus Nailingford.
NO. Mr., Poliet. you can't get on IN
|. preferred list" shouted the voice. ''Yo
D have the gan Of a burglar, i let you hAV
a tSS-a day corner In this little pool pvas
= uoally out OF charity, You've made a