The Bridgeport evening farmer. [volume] (Bridgeport, Conn.) 1866-1917, 1916-02-01

You promised a consulship to Hoov-
err. It's the only one Washington let's
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 a joke
Nf Hoovers leadership. think Waiver
has been counting on this Distillers'
and Brewers job, though. 1t takes q
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'u take a chance
Bendix shook his head
''Blake's against you,'' he warned.
BESIDES that, there's an election COM
ing off,
1--WE lose" Sledge rumbled Were
due, anyhow"
Il guess you're right agreed Ben
dix reluctantly. $50 long as we have
to lose we might as well make it a 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 today"' commanded
sledge.
XII go see Schwarzman this noon
and, of course, have him offer the job
to Lansdale, SO he won't imagine 1t
comes from us. Schwarzman, though,
didn't want to change his legal depart
ment until fall. That won't do, sup
pose?''
Today announced Sledge.
Il got you" replied Bendix, rising.
IF Lansdale takes the job he'll have
to resign from the bench Immediate
Wand no assent to this being neces-
sary, he hurried out to make an ap-
continent with the president Of the
Gisdllers' and Brewers league.
Bozzam came, suave, smiling, a more
POLISHED gentleman than anybody, but
rot offensive with it.
''Iow goes t?' asked Sledge.
"Splendidly," said Bozzam. 9Th,
tock's all sold, including our own
we're ready to move on unless we car
ut over a reak good organization O.
;one sort. We don't want another lit
lie. one, though Traction cempanie.
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 Il
mop leaned in a corner, by one of the
seantlings, decaying,
Bozzam looked at Sledge for a mo-
ment and, being a gentleman Of rare
penetration, rightly concluded that his
errand was over
FOGood bo Soi1 or5 g.,
the door.
Bendix and big blue eyed man with
a square jaw and muscular shoulders
came in, and eBendix introduced the
latter to BOzzam as Jim Gal1y. 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 SIedge.
| Tom, Bozzam gets his cas line Gally
will fix the franchises"
Bendix, although the project and
Sledge's resolution were absolutely
new to him, never batted an eyelash
Wen 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 Bendix. 'The franchises
should be passed In secret session, Gal
~. Is everybody all right?''
"It's a family reunion declared
Gally. rs 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 trihfng
conversation, but looked out of the
window. Bendix ordered drinks, which
they consumed silently and solemnly.
S1edge evidently had some weighty
plan on his mind, for he only drank
half his beer
Davis Of the First National came in,
a pompous man, with fish fat double
chin and ponpous white side whiskers
and white waistcoat He stood at
the other side of the table, but SIedge
beckoned him closer, and Davis. wear
ing an impenetrable air of mystery,
leaned his whiskered ear far down
"Call Marley's loans,' rumbIed the
boss in a tone which at three feet
away sounded like tuba sawmil.
rs he shaky?" inquired Davis in a
panic stricken whisper. -
He will be- promised Sledge.
why, he owes the bank $50, door, re-
turned Davis, more panic stricken than
ever, and his whispering sounded like
the exhaust of safety valve. III go
right away and protect the bank.
What has happened to him, Mr..
Sledge?'
Nothing yet stated sledge. <''Sit
down, Davfs>'
Mr.. Davis sat down, and the four
who had been told to wait looked at
one another with growing wonder and
at the impassive big man. who, was
still drawing inspiration from the de-
| crepit mop.
Five minutes passed. Bendix and
| R0zzarrn and GaIlv SAT in comforts bile