Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1915-02-04
ily and sighed.

cept the Distillers' and Brewers league
but we promised that plum to the gov
!. ernor."
! "Give it to Lansdale,' ordered Sledge
"I'll send Waiver to Switzerland.
want his house, anyhow"
'"You promised consulship to Hoov
err. It's the only one Washington lets
you name"
! "Hoover's a nit" declared Sledge
turning slightly toward Bendix, by way
Of emphasis "He goes in the discard
- Good work." approved Bendix
young Bailey Cooper has made a joke
OF Hoover's leadership. think Waiver
has been counting on this Distillers
and Brewers job, though. 1t takes
good man to fight the dry fad and WAY
err knows it."
"He has to go to Switzerland" decid
ed Sledge.
Glow about Blake?" asked Bendix.
We'll take chance"
Bendix shook his head.
"Blakes against you" he warned
Besides that, there's an election com
ing off"
! I'VE lose" sledge rumbled. "We're
due. anyhow
81 guess you're right" agreed Ben
dix reluctantly. $50 long as we have
to lose. we might as we'll make 1t a
good one. If there's any other scan
dal about us, we may as well arrange
to have it sprung, and get it all clean
ed uD at once
Fix Lansdale today commanded
Sledge
!; 'Ill 20 see Schwarzman this noon
and of course, have him offer the job
to Lansdale, so he won't imagine it
comes from u.s. Schwarzman, though
didn't want to change his legal depart
ment until fall That won't do, I sup
pose?"
! To-day" announced Sledge.
! Il got YOU replied Bendix, rising.
"If Lansdale takes the Job, he'll have
to resign from the bench Immediately
and no assent to this being necessary,
he hurried out to make an appointment
with the president of the Distillers' and
Brewers league.
| RoGZam came, suave, smiling, more
polished gentleman than anybody, but
not offensive with 1t.
How goes it," asked Sledge.
"Splendidly," said Bozzam. THE
stocks all sold, including our own.
| We're ready to move on, unless we can
put over a real good organization OF
some sort. We don't want another Ut
tie one, though. Traction companies
are our game"
Get busy" remarked sledge.
''With the original traction thought!"
A grunt OF assent was Sledge's reply,
as he looked out along the high board
fence which bound In the narrow area
way. A thing which had once been q
mop leaned in a corner by one Of the
scantlings, decaying.
Bozzam looked at Sledge for mo.
ment. and being gentleman of rare
penetration, rightly concluded that his
errand was over.
Good day." he said and started for
the door.
Rendix and big blue-eyed man with
a square jaw and muscular shoulders
came in, and Bendix introduced the lat
! ter to Bozzam as Jim Gally. The two
gentlemen exchanged grins as they
shook hands, but neither one of them
! was careless enough to state that they
had already met; although, as a mat
! ter of fact, Mr.. Gally now possessed the
!
amusement park.
stick around, Bozzam," said Sledge.
! tom, BoZzam gets his car line. Gally
will fix the franchises"
| BendiX, although the project and
Sledge's resolution were absolutely
new to him, never batted an eyelash.
We'll get together on that at the
hotel in about an hour" he told Gally
and Bozzam. Nothing ready to give
out to the papers, is, there. Sledge?"
"Naw!"
You'd better explain to Bozzam
what you want in the way of routes"
suggested Bendix. "The franchises
should be passed in secret session,
Gally. Is everybody all right?"
Its a family reunion declared Gal
ly. SIS that all, Sledge?'
"Wait," said Sledge, and looked out
at the mop.
Everybody sat down, and there seem
ed to be some important topic in abey.
ance. They INDUCED in no trif1ing con-
versation, but looked out Of the win
dow. Bendix ordered drinks, which
they consumed silently and solemnly.
Sledge evidently had some weighty
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half his beer.
Davis, of the First National, came in,
pompous man, with tish-fat double
chin and pompous white side-whiskers
and a white waistcoat. He stood at
the other side of the table, but Sledge
beckcned him closer, and Davis, wear
ing an impenetrable air of mystery,
leaned his whiskered ear far down.
Call Marley's loans,' rumbled the
boss, in tone which, at three feet
away, sounded like tuba sawmill.
"Is he shaky?' inquired Davis In a
panic-stricken whisper.
He will be-" promised Sledge.
why, he owes the bank fifty.fve
Thousand dollars!" returned Davis,
more panic-stricken than ever, and his
whispering sounded like the exhaust
of a safety valve. "I'll 60 right away
and protect the bank. What has hap
pened to him. Mr. Sledge?"
Nothing yet" stated Sledge. "Sit
down, Davis"
Mr. Davis sat down, and the four
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