The Cook County news-herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Cook County, Minn.) 1909-current, 1916-05-24

ontthe floor and examined them care
fully. Rather a fine instrument" he
observed. Marked N. X. l think I'll
follow up the owner
In Is minutes Average Jones
was back. There was q curious
expression on his face as he nodded
an assent to his friends inquiring
eyebrows.
'Where?" asked Waldemar.
"on the floor of q Park Row sa-
LOOM"
Dead drunk. eh?"
"No-er: not-er-drunk. Dead"
Waldemar stihrened in his chair.
Dead" he repeated.
Poison, probably. The ad was his
finish. as he said. The next thing is
to find It,"
"Youll find 1t on the sporting page,
I think" said Average Jones suavely.
Swiftly tho advisors practiced
eye ran over the column. 1t checked
at the&:'ofeer'' of q notorious firm of
tipsters who advertised to sell lin
side information" on the races to their
patrons. Az = special lure. they were
on this day letting the public in on
q few particularly good things" FREQ.
There you are said Average
Jones. pointing out the ADVERTISE
ment.
To his astonishment, Waldemar
noted that his friends indicatory
finger shook a little.
Noble and Gales form ad," he OBJ
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 man. an official
known-er-as Pharisee Phil
"Wait!" Waldemar had jumped to
his feet. A thrill, increasing and
pulsating through the food beneath
them, shook the building. The editor
jumped for the telephone.
composing room; quick: Give me-
the foreman. Hello! That you, Cor
rigan? Stop the presses
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. Waldemar continued:
Look up the Noble and Gale tip ad.
page nine, column six. Kill the last
line-the 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 hurry"
Good work. said Average Jones.
They'll never know how near their
idea OF removing Governor Arthur
came to being boosted OF in plain
print"
Here's Bendig," said Waldemar,
as the sporting editor entered ANY
such horse as The Pharisee,' Ben
dig?"
mo. sir. suppose you mean that
Noble and Gale ad~ I saw it in proof
Some of Nick Kartoe's funny work,
I expect"
Mick Karboe; NJ H. murmured
Average Jones. laying hand on the
abandoned field glass. who is this
man Karboe. Mr.. Bendig"
Junior partner OF Noble and Gale.
He puts out their Advertising
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 1t ALL" he said "A
cocaine fiend on a debauch becomes
a mental and moral imbecile. It
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
this?"
Don't I: At least I propose to
try. See here. Waldemar; two
months ago at a private dinner. Nor
rison made speech in which he said
that men who interfered 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 a plan
a safe one, Of course-to' put 'Phari-
see Phil away would greatly disturb
our friends distorted conscience. You
see, the governor has laid impious
hands on Morrisons holy Of holes,
the dividend. BY the way, where is
Governor Arthur"
ION the train for this city. He's to