Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1916-05-19

Jones
81 Samuel
Hopkins
Adams
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BEST BET


scrawling head on his completed
editorial, with one eye on the clock,
which pointed to midnight.
That was to be expected, wasn't
it?'' asked Average Jones.
ooh, yes replied the editor-owner
OF the Universal in his heavy bass.
And now the governor announces he
will veto it."
Thereby bringing the whole power
OF the gambling ring down on him like
an avalanche"
Naturally. Morrison has declared
open war against 'Pharisee Phil as he
calls Governor Arthur Says he'll pass
the bill over his veto. In his heart he
knows he can't do it. Still, he's a
hard fighter
Average Jones tipped his chair back
against the wall of the editorial sane
tum. What do you suppose" he in
quired with an air of philosophic spec
ulation, that the devil will do with
Carroll MOrrison's soul when he gets
it? Deodorize it?
Harsh words, young sir! Harsh
words and reasonable against enc of
our leading citizens; multimillionaire
philanthropist, social leader, director
of banks, insurance companies and
railroads, an emperor of the race
track, the sport of kings
Man to see Mr.. Waldemar," said an
Office boy appearing at the door.
TOO late" grunted the editor.
HE says it's very particular, sir,
and to tell you it's something Mr.. Nor
rison is interested in"
Morrison, Ell? All right. Just step
into the inner Office, will you, Jones
Leave the door open. There might
Re something interesting
Hardly had Average Jones found a
chair in the darkened Office when the
late caller appeared. He was middle
aged, pursy, and dressed with slap-dash
ostentation. He slumped into the wait
ing chair and mouthed mutely at the
editor.
"Well?" the bulletlike snap of the
Interrogation stung the man into bab-
bling speech
like this. Y-y-yuh see, s like this.
Fer Gawsake, kill out an ad for mel"
What? In tomorrow's paper? Non
sense! You're too late, even if !
wished to do it,
The visitor stood up and dug both
hands into his side pockets. He pro-
iduced, first binocular, which, with a
lsnarl, he flung upon the floor. Before
lit had stopped humping there fluttered
down upon the seat of his chair a
handful OF greenbacks. Another fol-
lowed, and another, and another. The
bills toppled and spread, and some of
them slid to the floor Still the man
delved.
"There!" he painted at last. Money
talks. There's the stuff. Count it..
Eighteen hundred if there's dollar.
More likely two thou. If that amt
enough, make your own price. don't
care what it is. Make it, Misser. Put
a price on it."
There was something loathsome and
obscene in the creatures gibbering flux
OF words. The editor leaned forward.
Bribery, eh?" he inquired softly.
The man f1inched from the tone. 1T
amt bribery, is it, to asst you to rout
out Jus one line from an ad an pay
you for the trouble. My own ad,
too. If it runs, it's my finish. 1 was
nutty when l wrote it. For Gawsake,
Misser-"
sStop it! You say Morrison sent
you here?"
mo, sir. Not exac1y. s like this,
Misser Wald'm / hadda get to you
some way. It's important to Misser
Morrison, too. But he don't know /
come. He don't know nothing about
it~ Oh, Cav! If he finds out"
Put that money back in your
pockets!"
With an ashen face of despair, the
man obeyed. AS he finished, he began
to sag at the joints. Slowly he slack
ened down until he was on his knees,
an abject spectacle of disgust.
Stand up" ordered Waldemar.
"Liss'n; liss'n t. me- 'moaned the
man. "I1l make it three thousand. FL
thou"
Stand up!''
The editors hearty grip on his coat
collar heaved the creature to his feet.
For moment he struggled, painting,
then spun, helpless and headlong from
the room, striking heavily against the
passage wall outside. There was a
half-choked groan; then his footsteps
slumped away into silence.
'Ugh!'' grunted Waldemar. Come
back, Jones'"
Average Jones re-entered "Have
you no curiosity in your composition? ?"
he asked
Not much having been reared in
the newspaper business"