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

fully. Rather fine instrument" he
observed. Marked N. K. l think I'll
follow up the owner"
In Is minutes Average Jones
| was back. There was a curious
expression on his face as he nodded
an assent to his friends inquiring
eyebrows.
"Where?' asked Waldemar.
ION the floor of a Park Row sa-
Loom"
Dead drunk, en-"
''No-er; not-er-drunk. Dead"
Waldemar stiffened in his chair.
Dead" he repeated.
Poison, probably. The ad was his
finish, as he said. The next thing is
to find it."
you'll find it on the sporting page,
think said Average Jones suavely.
Swiftly the advisors practiced
eye ran over the column. 1t checked
at the "offer" of a notorious firm Of
tipsters who advertised to sell Gin
| side information" on the races to their
patrons. AS special lure, they were
on this day letting the public in on
few particularly good things free.
There you are said Average
Jones, pointing out the advertise
ment
To his establishment, Waldemar
noted that his friends indicatory
| finger shook little.
Noble and Gales form adj he OBJ
| served. Il see nothing unusual in
| that
Look at the last line''
Again Waldemar turned to the pa
per. lone Best Bet +" he read. THAT
the Pharisee will never finish Well?"
"'That the Pharisee will never fin
ish,'" repeated Average Jones. 'If
the Pharisee is horse, the line be-
| comes absurd at once. How could
anyone know that horse would fail
| to finish in race? But if it-er-re-
| ferred-er- man, an official
known er-as Pharisee Phil"
"Wait!" Waldemar had jumped to
his feet. A thrill, increasing and
pulsating through the food beneath
them, shook the building. The editor
jumped for the telephone.
Composing room; quick! Give me
the foreman. Hello! That you, Cor
rigan? Stop the presses. +.
don't care if we miss every train in
the country. Don't answer
back. This is Mr.. Waldemar Stop
the presses!"
The thrill waned and ceased. At
the telephone, Waldemar continued:
Look up the Noble and Gale tip ad,
page nine, column six. Kill the last
line-the One Best Bet Don't
ask me how Chisel it out Burn it
out Dynamite it out. But kill it.
After that's done, print. Hell
10; Dan? Send the sporting editor in
here in a hurry"
Good work." said Average Jones
They'll never know how near their
idea of removing Governor Arthur
came to being boosted of in plain
print"
Here's Bendig," said Waldemar
as the sporting editor entered. "Any
such horse as The Pharisee,' Ben
dig?"
mo, sir. I suppose you mean that
Noble and Gale ad. l saw it in proof.
Some of Nick Karboe's funny work
l expect
mick Karboe; N. K.,'' murmured
Average Jones, laying hand on the
abandoned field glass. who is this
man Karboe, Mr. Bendig?"
Junior partner of Noble and Gale.
He puts out their advertising"
"Any connection whatever with Mr..
Carroll Morrison?"
''Why, yes Before he went to
pieces he used to be Mr.. Morrison's
| confidential man, and lately he's been
| doing some lobbying for the associa-
ton. l understood he'd quit it again. -
"Quit what?" asked Waldemar.
Drink
Worse. The white snuff. Coke. /"
| Average Jones whistled softly.
"That explains it ALL he said. "A
cocaine f1end on debauch becomes
| a mental and moral imbecile. It
| would be perfectly in character that
he should boast of projected crime"
Every well,'' said Waldemar, after
the sporting editor had left, but you
don't really connect Morrison with
this?"
Don't 1! At least / propose to
try. See here, Waldemar; two
| months ago at private dinner, Nor
rison made speech in which he said
that men who interfered with the
rights of property, like Governor Ar
thur, were no better than anarchists
and ought to be handled accordingly.
Therefore, don't think that plan
a safe one, of course-to put Phari-
see Phil away would greatly disturb
our friends distorted conscience. You
see, the governor has laid impious
hands on Morrison's holy of holes,
the dividend. BY the way, where is