The Bridgeport evening farmer. [volume] (Bridgeport, Conn.) 1866-1917, 1916-02-07

l ary.''
We've stung Moodson!'' snorted Boz
yum. s:For that matter, we all get
stung, but I'm willing to lose my end
fof it in order to see that inhuman ghoul
get his.
Timbers grinned to his full capacity,
which was much.
ST didn't know you hated Old Gloom
as bad as I do. Where did he go to
dep
Have a look" offered Bozzam.
| pointing to the frosted glass partition.
In corner of one of the panes there
was a little clear space made by the
scaling of the glass, and to this Tim
bers applied his eye Moodson's face
| had turned .sallow yellow and had
taken on an expression as If he had
| just swallowed quinine, but beyond
this he had not moved, and neither
gentleman had said a word-Sledge,
sitting in comforta bic enjoyment, wait
ing, and Moodson suffering intense
kcontraction Of all his vital organs.
Timbers leaned against the wood
work to chuckle. Bozzam drew him
kindly away.
Let me look" he requested. 'EBe-
sides, you're shaking the partition
In quiet joy he watched the word1ess
duel within for a moment, and then
he suddenly turned to the meek little
! stenographer. who was placidly read
ing, and asked her to call up Marley.
What do. you want with the fluff In
this pathetic heur?' inquired Timbers.
"Hand him his" snickered Bozzam.
'rWhy does anybody get fussy with
| S1edge? He turns one little trick and
unwhiskers the whole bunch of us.
clear down to- the village heart
breaker
Fancy Bert? s guessed Timbers.
where does that BARRIERS pride come
fnTs
81 don't think son-in-law pulls off his
| a amusement park, does hep Bozzam re-
minded him, reaching for the telephone.
Hello, Marleyt' he called. Pm sur
prised to hear your voice"
why ~ inquired Marley stifly, be-
ing titutionally opposed to any
thing in the nature of fippancy and be-
ing always severe with Bozzam for
| that very reason.
Because you're dead Bozzam in
formed him. Hadn't you heard it'yet?"
IT don't understand you reproved
Marley. "I'm very busy just now Mr..
Bozzam.''
ueman. Nothing you can do will save
your scalp. S1edge has just decided not
To- sell those franchises at any price,
81 thought you were the duly author
lied agent, empowered to act protest
ed Marley.
81 was as long as it was a phony
company explained Bozzam. ''But
Eledge has just played a low down
trick on u.s.
How could he? What has he done ?''.
sPut up his money. Made the COM
pany legitimate. He's going to build"
Marley surprised sBozzam.
IT had expected that" he calmly an
nounced. Suppose be does rs
stOh, nothing" answered Bozzam,
with a wondering glance at Timbers.
Hell just put you out of the business.
that's ALL"
81 don't see how insisted Marley,
his voice now pompous again. you
must remember, Mr.. Bozzam, that am
now in absolute control of the Ring
City Street Railway company and can
use to the advantage of the company
and of myself, for the first time in my
| career, my training and ability in man
/ agement- fancy that can protect
myself, even against strenuous compe-
tition."
"Goodby, old friend" said Bozzam, in
| his tremolo. "fYou may not know what
has happened to you, but do, and I'll
send you bunch of lilies in the morn
| ing"
He turned from the telephone In
numb amazement.
HE actually doesn't know he's hurt, p
| he puzzled Hes been president on
| vote Inc n 1crT1 70
Enlargement of the coco. How's the
quarrel?'
'.F1iercer' grinned Timbers, turning
from the peephole. "Sledge has just
looked at his watch, and any minute
now expect to see Moodson move a
toe
They're wonders, both of them,'' en-
joyed Boaam. I'm still admiring
how many Iof US second rate yeggs
Sledge nailed to the wall with this one
| pin-Moodson and you and me, fancy
Bert, and Marley and about a million
poor lollops of stockholders.','
That stock would make good ciga-
| rette lighters" agreed Tfmbers. eff
Moodson hurTies, though, he can sell
1.-THE shares he put in G3fder's name.7'
But he can hold the bag for the $780,
600 he loaned Marley. 1 don't know
/ how Sledge will do it, but he'll make
that stock worth nothing a share and
put a curse on whoever holds it,
"Hush!' warned Timbers. II think
/ Sledge is reaching for cigar. No; it's
only his watch. That's twice.
Bozzam crowded him away from the
] peephole.
Five minutes more passed into eter-
| nifty, and the silent wonders still sat
rooted in the selfsame spot; then Sledge
| suddenly got up and passed out OF the
door and went down to the depot and
took the 2:30 train for the state capital
CHAPTER XII.