The Climax-Madisonian. (Richmond, Madison County, Ky.) 1914-1917, 1915-06-09
Iss an architect IFS here?"

Ao5 oil dTCHlI6CI Ills mere
Mr.. Brandon Meade, deep in his con-
tinuous plans for booming the live
little city of Holden, stopped abruptly,
jerked his black cigar from between
his teeth, and surveyed the youthful
stranger through the gently falling
flakes.
Fellow here calls himself one; he's
contractor, and runs a planning mill
BESIDES" he replied.
The other made an indescribable
little gesture with his hands and Shout
ders and head, not exactly of con-
tempt, but more of pity and sorrow.
Then ISIS no chance" he said with
weary resignation.
Are you an architect?" asked
Meade in his turn.
What you call-draftsman," replied
the other. Designer, to originate; ca
thedral, residence, anything; details,
perspective. water-color, everything"
Good" approved Meade with awak-
ening interest. 1--WE need something
like that in Holden.
What's your name?" he demanded
Conrad Hoehler."
We'll Conrad whatever-your-last-
name-is-Hayler's as near as 1 can get
to it-you ought to starve. 1 have to
see man in ten minutes" He
snapped open his watch, looked at it,
snapped it shut, snapped it open once
more, took a second look, and damned
1t back into his pocket. You can't
expect me to miss a business engage
ment because you're too naughty to
eat when you're hungry. Come along
with me-"
The boyle was scarcely more than
that-looked at him in solemn perplex-
ity, but followed as he was told to do.
Notwithstanding his announcement
that he had no time to waste, Meade
turned with his quick, nervous stride
down the side street, at right angles
to the direction in which he had been
hurrying, and wheeled into the hall
way of an old, rickety, frame build
Ing. Up one flight of stairs he stalked
into an Office where, near the window,
big rough table, Uttered with paper
and drawing materials, was tilted upon
rude trestles. A cheerful wood fire
was burning in an old-fashioned stove;
but there was no one in the room, and
Meade plunged into the next Office
through the communicating door,
which was open.
This was a lawyers Office, if one
might judge from the yellow-backed
books which filed three cases, and
here sat two men with their feet on
opposite sides Of a fat-top desk, chat
ting lazily.
Where's Harper?" Meade briskly
demanded.
He's out Of town, Brandy" drawled
the loan-faced man at the far side of
the desk "Harper's gone to mortgage
his immortal soul for another new ma
chine, and I'm keeping up his fire so
this room won't be so beastly cold
when he opens our door tomorrow
morning"
"Harper's an ass; tell him I said
sol" Meade retorted. and turned back
into the architects office.
He found Conrad, his hands clasped
behind him, inspecting the materials
upon the table with greedy eyes.
Nice pickle you've got me into"
fused Meade. Il suppose 1 have to
stand around now till you earn your
breakfast; and my times worth
money. Where are my plans, won,
der?" .
With ruthless hand he began to
open and scatter about the office sew
eral small rolls of tough manila-pa-
per drawings until he found the ones
for which he had been searching. They
were the first and second story plans
OF a moderate-sized house, arranged
side BY side upon one sheet; and this