Cheraw chronicle. [volume] (Cheraw, S.C.) 1896-2005, 1916-01-06

til it was E" with almost painful re
flections Ir greeted Mr.. Marley with
much more ciuS,vencss than that gen
tleman did him.
Hello, Marley" he said, grasping the
street car magnate's hand with tre-
mendouS man to man lPlrtiness. You
are Just the one want to see. I've
been trying to get Molly on the phone,
and they tell ME she'll be IN at your
office some time this afternoon. Will
you carry her the happy news that
Dicky Reynolds IS in town and that
invited him to her tatfy pulling tomor-
row night? Tell her to invite Jessie
Peters"
Sledge turned slow questioning eyes
on Marley.
"You going to be home tonight" he
inquired.
"Well, yes. | rather think so," fal
tered Marley.
I'm coming out to see you decided
Sledge.
"I'll be glad to have 'you," admitted
Marley. 81 suppose | may see Davis
tomorrow"
Sledge nodded assent, looking stonily
out meanwhile at the hand hole in the
high board gate at the end Of the area.
way.
"Well. Glider, tell us about it." invit-
ed BendiX as Marley went out.
81 want you to tell me-" laughed
Glider in happy Inconsistencies that
he was deadly offense to Sledge, who
called him pretty" sis the Ridgewood
avenue extension sure co."
"Why do you want to know?" in
Quired Bendix.
II have little speculation in mind
which depends on it." confessed Glider.
Subdivision at the end of the line,
suppose" guessed Bendlx.
"Well, yes" acknowledged Glider.
Foxy Of you to think Of It," ap-
plauded BendiX. Your only fault Is
that you don't guess those things first.
Who do you suppose would acquire a
deed to that land before the extension
was publicly announccd:"
81 know the answer" returned Gil
der, crestfallcn. but still handsome;
"you fellows"
"Ccrtainly not" denied Bendix. "But
some friend of the family-yes, may.
be. How much will you give for the
land:"
I'm lot at liberty to state" replied
Glider uncomfortably. THE owner
made me Il price OH it this morning,
but it was confidential"
"The oM didn't know he was
tagged" retorted Bendix dryly. "Yon
may have the land, | think. for twen-
: ty thousand, Glider. but you'll have to
speak quick"
Twenty thousand; gasped Glider.
why. old Pors"n. offered it to me- for
eight"
THAT'S what we intend to pay him."
Give me day or two to think II
over begged Glider
"All right: you're on" agreed Ben.
dix and hurried out Of the room.
Bert was about 10 follow him when
Sledgc called.
Glider" was his peremptory sum-
mons, "wiiat kind Of flowers does Mol
ly Marley like?"
Bert Glider almost stuck the ash end
of his cigar in his mouth, then sud.
denly upbraided himself for fool as
he mentally complimented Sledge on
deserving his reputation Of being the
most astute politician In the state.
RED roses," he promptly returned
and twirled the right hand curl of his
mustache He stopped that process
abruptly and felt Of the curl with deep
concern. One Of the hairs was disar-
ranged, and he fixed 1t with the aid of
a vest pocket mirror.
"Thanks," said Sledge and resumed
his interested inspection Of the hand
hole in the gate.
Sledgc looked out Of the window for
long moments of thick silence, and
then he expressed his thoughts on a
plot in hand in this fashion:
"Say, BcndiX. send load Of roses
out to Molly Marley for her party to-
morrow night the reddest ones they've
got"
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