The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1915-03-18

authority. "We'll take a chance ON it
II it isn't the right thing we can sell i,
to the secondhand dealers. What's til.
price?"
IA thousand dollars to you. madam.
said I.
They were at once suspicious While
they were busily engaged in looking
the seat over as the porters shifted il
about at all angles stepped over aud
ordered my workmen to resume opera
lions.
"Herev' roared Mr.. Rocksworth
stop this beastly noise! What the
deuce do you mean. sir. permitting
these scoundrels to raise the dead like
tllis?"
moved forward apologeticalIy
'"rhey are raising the dead. The place
is fairly alive with dead rats and
Good Iord! gasped Riley. Werls
hcimer. "Wc'll get the bubonic plague
! here.''
well. lets move OH upstairs. said
Rocksworth. Addressing the porttr>
he said: you fellows get this lot OF
stun together. and III take an option,
ON It. Ill he over tomorrow to clos,
the deal, Mr.--Mr- Now. where is
the old Florentinc mirror the count
was telling us about?"
The count?" said |, frowning.
Yes, the real owner You can't stuff
me with your talk about being the
proprietor here. my friend. You see.
we happen to know the count"
They all condescended to laugh "a,
me. don't know what should have
said or done il Britton had not re-,
turned with box OF matches ut that
instant
Almost simultaneously there appear
ed in the lower hall Il lanky youth OF
eighteen.
Say. these clubs are the real stuff.
all right, all right They're as brittle
as glass See what did to EN-. We
can have EN- splicel and rcwouul,
and III hang 'em on my wall. All
want is the heads anyhow"
lie held up to view a hoalless mid
iron and brassie and triumphanty
w t'SN 81 S|'lSIlNIi StSNN NY
clubs! ! could play better from Il
hanging lie with that beautiful brassic
than with any club ever owned.
and, us for the iron, was deadly
With it.
lie lit cigarette and threw the
match into a pile Of shavings Old
Conrad returned to life at that instant
and stamped out the incipient blaze.
Il shouldn't consider them very good
clubs, Harold, If they break off like
that" said his mother
What do you know about clubs?"
he snapped. and ut once knew what
class he was in ut tlle preparatory
school.
IL ! was ever like one Of these. said
to myself. God rest the sage soui OF
my Uncle Rilas!
The situation was 10 longer humor-
Gus. l could put up with anything
but the mishanhing Of my devoted
golf clubs.
Striding up to him. snatchcd the
remnants from his hands.
AVu IIIICt NttU. ItGlIcu
"IIavcn't you any more sense than to
smash Il golf club like that: For two
cents ia break this putter over your
head
"Father,' he yelled indignantly.
"who is this mncker:"
Mr. Rocksworth bounced toward me.
hi, cane raised whircd upon him
How dare you:" he shouted The
ladies squcaled
If he expected me to crngc he was
nightly mistaken. My blood was up.
T! advanced.
Paste him, dad.'' roared Harold.
But Mr.. Kocksworth suddenly alter
ed his course and put the historic
treaty table between him and me. He
didn't like the appearance of my rath.
er brawny fist.
You big stiff" shouted Harold,
Afterward it occurred to lie that this
inelegant appellation may have been
meant for his father, but at the time
took it to be aimed at me.
Before Harold quite knew what was
happening to him he was prancing
down the long hall with my bony Nm
gers grasping his collar Coming to
the door opening into the outer vesti-
buIe, l drew back my foot for Il final
aid to l0comotion. Acutely recalling
the fact that slippers are not designed
for kicking purposes. raised my foot.
removed the slipper and laid it upon
Il taut section Of his trousers with ali
OF the melancholy force that usually
exert in slicing my drive off the tee.
| shall never forget the exquisite
Sl,asln of pleasure his plaintiyc Ouch"
! gave me.
| Then Harold passed swiftly out Of
my life.
Mr.. Rocksworth. re-enforced by four
reluctant merccnaries in the shape Of
purters. was advancing. upon me,
Somehow | had Il vague but nnerring
instinct that some one had tainted,
hut | didn't StOD TO inOllire Nithout