The Tomahawk. [volume] (White Earth, Becker County, Minn.) 1903-192?, 1916-05-25

the glasses which the man had thrown
! on the floor and examined them care
fully Rather a fine instrument he
observed. Marked N. X. think I'll
follow up the owner
In Is minutes Average Jones
was back There was a curious
expression on his face as he nodded
an assent to his friends inquiring
eyebrows.
"Where?" asked Waldemar
"On the floor of a Park Row sa-
LOOM"
Dead drunk, eh?"
"No-er; not-er-drunk. Dead
Waldemar stiffened in his chair
Dead" he repeated.
Poison, probably. The ad was his
finish, as he said. The next thing is
to find it,"
you'll find it on the sporting page,
l Think said Average Jones suavely.
Swiftly the advisors practiced
eye ran over the column. 1t checked
at the ''offer' Of a notorious firm of
tipsters who advertised to sell in
side information on the races to their
patrons. AS a special lure, they were
on this day letting the public in on
a few particularly good things" free.
There you are" said Average
Jones, pointing out the ADVERTISE
ment.
To his astonishment Waldemar
noted that his friends indicatory
finger shook Il little
Noble and Gales form ad,' he Cb-
served Il see nothing unusual in
that
Look at the last line
Again Waldemar turned to the pa
per. One Best Bet, >" he read. That
the Pharisee will never finish Well?"
THAT the Pharisee will never fin
ish,'' repeated Average Jones. IF
the Pharisee is a horse, the line be-
comes absurd at once. How could
anyone know that horse would fail
to finish in race? But if it-er-re-
ferred-er-to a man, an official
known-cr-as Pharisee Phil"
"Wait!" Walcemar had jumped to
his feet A thrill, increasing and
pulsating through the flood beneath
them, shook the building. The editor
jumped for the telephone.
Composing room; quick! Give me
the foreman. Hello! That you, Cor
don't care If we miss every train in
the country. Don't answer
back. This is Mr.. Waldemar. Stop
the presses!"
The thrill waned and ceased. At
the telephone, Waldcmar continued:
Look up the Noble and Gale tip ad,
page nine, column six. Kill the last
line-thc One Best Bet. Don't
ask me how. Chisel it out. Burn it
out Dynamite it out. But kill it.
| After that's done. print. Hell
10: Dan? Send the sporting editor in
| here in a hurry
Good work. said Average Jones.
| idea of removing Governor Arthur
came to being boosted Of in plain
print"
Here's Bendig," said Waldenar,
as tho sporting editor entered. "Any
such horse as The Pharisee, Ben
dig?"
mo, sir I suppose you mean that
Noble and Gale ad. I saw it in proof.
Some of Nick Karkoe's funny work,
I expect"
mick Karboe; N X" murmured
Average Jones, laying a hand on the
abandoned field glass. "Who is this
man Karboe, Mr. Bendig?'
"Junior partner Of Noble and Gale.
He puts out their advertisNg.'
"Any connection whatever with Mr..
| Carroll Morrison?"
"Why, yes. Before he went to
pieces he used to be Mr.. Morrison's
| confidential man. and lately he's been
doing some lobbying for the associa-
ton. | understood he'd quit it again
"Quit what" asked Waldemar.
Drink"
Worse. The white snuff. Coke
Average Jones whistled softly.
That explains it ALL" he said. "A
cocaine fiend on debauch becomes
mental and moral iClhecile. 1t
would be perfectly in character that
he should boast Of projected crime
VERY we'll" said Waldemar, after
the sporting editor had left. "but you
don't really correct Morrison with
ths?"
Don't 7! At least I propose to
try. See here. Waldemar; two
months ago at private dinner, Nor
rison made speech in which he said
that men who intcrfered with the
rights Of property. like Governor Ar
thur. were no better than anarchists
and ought to be handled accordingly.
Therefore. don't think that plan
safe one, of course-to put 'Phari-
see Phil away would greatly disturb
cur friends distorted conscience. You
see. the governor has laid ir.pious
hands On Morrison's holy OF holes,
the dividend BY the way, where is
Governor Arthur"