Aberdeen herald. [volume] (Aberdeen, Chehalis County, W.T.) 1886-1917, 1916-01-14


ly and sighed.
"Give him big law job"
"We haven't anything fat enough ex-
cept the Distillers' and Brewers
league, but we promised that plum to
the governor"
Give it to Lansdale." ordered Sledge.
"Tll send Waiver to Switzerland. !
want his house, anyhow"
"You promised a consulship to Hoov-
or. 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 dis
card
Good work." approved Bendix.
Young Bailey Cooper has made joke
of Hoover's leadership. I think Waiver
fas been counting ON this Distillers'
and Brewers job, though. 1t takes Il
good man to fight the dry fad. and
Waiver knows it"
He has to go to Switzerland" de-
cided Sledge.
How about Blake?" asked Bendix.
"We'll take a chance"
Bendix shook his head
"Blake's against you," he warned.
Besides that. there's an election COM
tng off"
I'VE lose," Sledge rumbled Were
due, anyhow"
II guess you're right" agreed Ben
dix reluctantly. $50 long as we have
to lose we might as we'll make it good
one. If there's any other scandal about
us we may as well arrange to have it
sprung and get it all cleaned up at
once"
Fix Lansdale todayv commanded
Sledge.
I'LL 60 see Schwarzman this noon
and, of course. have him offer the job
to Lansdale, SO he won't imagine it
comes from us. Schwarzman, though.
didn't want to change his legal depart
ment until fall. That won't do, sup
poser"
To-day" announced Sledge.
II got you," replied Bendix, rising
III Lansdale takes the job he'll have
to resign from the bench immediate.
~" and no assent to this being neces-
sary. he hurried out to make an ap-
pointment with the president of the
Distillers' and Brewers league.
Bozzam came, suave. smiling. more
polished gentleman than anybody. but
not offensive with it.
How goes it," asked Sledge.
"Splendidly," said Bozzam. 1.-THE
stocks all sold, including our own.
We're ready to move OH unless we can
put over real good organization Of
some sort. We don't want another lit
tie one, though. Traction companies
are our game"
Get busy" remarked Sledge.
with the original traction thought? 2"
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 a
mop leaned in corner by one Of the
scantlings, decaying.
Bozzam looked at Sledge for a mo-
ment and, being gentleman Of rare
penetration, rightly concluded that his
errand was over.
Good day." he said and started for
the door.
Bendix and big blue eyed man with
a square jaw and muscular shoulders
came in. and Bendix introduced the
latter 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 exclusive bar privilege at the new
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 Bcndix '''rhe franchises
SH""iN NC I"S'Su III SeC.ct ScSSiOl, Idl-
ly. Is everybody all right?"
ITS u family reunion" declared
Gally. "Is that all. Sledge?"
wait" said Sledge and looked out
at the mop.
Everybody sat down. and there
seemed to be some important topic in
allegiance. They INDUCED in no trifline
conversation but looked out Of the
window. BendiX ordered drinks. which
they consumed silently and soemnly.
Sledge evidently had some weightv
plan on his mind. for he only drank
half his beer.
Davis of the First National came in
pompous man, with a fish fat double
chin and pompOus white side whiskers
and white waistcoat. He stood at
the other side Of the table, but Sedge
beckoned 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 a tone which at three feet
| away sounded like tuba sawmill.
us he shaky?" inquired Davis in a
panic stricken whisper.
"He will be-" promised Sledge.
"Why, he owes the bank $4,000" re-
turned Davis, more panic stricken than
ever. and his whispering sounded like
the exhaust of a safety valve. IN go
| right away and protect the bank.
| What has happened to him. Mr..