Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1917-07-06


the old surrendered and exchanged.
This will be practically giving the pres
ent shareholders two for one. Will
that satisfy them?"
This time Colonel Dexter Baldwin's
smile was grim.
you're just juggling now. John.
and you know IT. Out here on the
woo'ly edge Of things a dollar is just
a plain iron dollar, and you can't make
1t two merely by calling it So"
Never you mind about that" cut in
the new flnancier. AT two to one for
the amortization of the old company
we shall still have something like
three hundred thousand dollars treas
ury stock upon which to realize for the
new capital needed, and that will be
amply sufficient to complete the dam
and the bitches and to provide a fight
Ing fund. Now then, tell me this: how
near can we come to placing that
treasury stock right here in Timan-
yoni Park? It's up to us to keep this
thing in the family, so to speak; and
the moment we go into other markets
we are getting over into the enemy's
country. I'm not saying that the
money couldn't be raised in New
York; but If we should go there, the
trust would have an underhold on us,
right from the start."
II see," said the colonel. who was
indeed seeing many things that his
simple-hearted philosophy had never
dreamed of; and then he answered the
direct question. There is plenty of
money right here in the Timanyonis. :"
Smith nodded. He was getting his
second wind now, and the race prom
ised to be a keen joy.
"But they would have to be shown
you thinkT' he suggested. "All right !;
we'll proceed to show them. Now we
can come down to present necessities.
We've got to keep the work going
and speed 1t up to the limit: we ought
to double Williams force at once-put
on a night shift to work by electric
light
The colonel bIfnked twice and swal-
lowed hard.
"Say, john" he said.. leaning across
the table-desk; you've sure got your
nerve with you. Do you know our
present bank balance is under five
thousand dollars, and good part of
that Is owing to the cement people i''
"Never mind don't get nervous" /"
was the reassuring rejoinder. "We are
going to make 1t bigger In few min
utes, hope. Who Is your banker
hereT
"Dave Kinzie of the Brewster City
National"
"Tell me little something about
Mr.. Kinzie before we go down TO see
him; just brief him for me as a man,
mean"
The colonel was shaking his head
slowly.
Hes what you might call twenty.
ton optlmist, Dave is; solid, a little
slow and sure, but the biggest boomer
in the West, IL you can get him start
ed-believes In the resources of the
country and all that. But you CAM
: borrow money from him without secur
ity. If that's what you're aiming to do,
"Can't we7" smiled the young mar
who knew banks and bankers. LET:
go and see. You may introduce me tt
Kinzle as your acting financial secre
tary, If you like. Now one more cues
ton: What is Klnzie's attitude TOWARD
Timanyoni DitchT'
"At first he was all kinds of friend
ly; he Is a stockholder In q small way
But after a while he began to coo
down a little, and now--well, dom
know; l hate to think 1t of Dave. bu
I'm afraid he's leaning the other way
toward these Eastern fellows. III
tried to cover Stanton's tracks in tb
stock-buying from Gardner and Bol
ling"
THAT is natural, too," said Smith
whose point of view was always uu
obscured In any battle of busines.
'The big company would be a bette
customer for the bank than your littl
one could ever hope to be. | CUES
that's all for the present. If your
ready. well go down and face th
music"
. "By Janders !" said the colonel wit
an open smile; II believe you'd just q
soon tackle a banker as to eat you
dinner; and I'd about as soon take
hOrsewhipplng. Come on; I'll stet
you up against Dave, but I'm tellin
you right now that the steering
about all you can count on from me
1t was while they were crossing tt
.Au
- Stanton had his third morning calle
thlckset. barrel-bodied man vii
.e little pigllke eyes, closely cropped hal
n bristling mustache, and woodt
v. leg of the homemade sort. The me
of the camps called the cripple "Pe
Is though not to his face. For thous
x the fat face was always relaxed in
he good-natured SMILE the crippled s
loonkeeper was Of those who kill wi
Is the knife.
ly Stanton looked up from his de-
~ when the pad-and-click of the cripple
re step came in from the street.
I'd 'Hello, Simms," he said, in Gu
k, greeting. "Want to see me? S
ly down."
n Simms threw the brim of his sc
n hat up with a backhanded stroke al
be shook his head. "It amt worth Will
IL and gotta get back to camp. 1 bic
n in to tell y'u there's fella out the
ck that needs tn sandbag."
a "Who is it?"
Nv "Fella name Smith. He's show