The St. Charles herald. [volume] (Hahnville, La.) 1873-1993, 1917-07-28

of-hclieveS In the resources Of tn
country and all that. But YOU can
borrow money from him without <ecur
ity, if that's what you're aiming to DO
Cant We? smiled the young MAJ
who knew banks and bankers. Let!
go and see. You may Introduce me t,
kinzie as your acting financial Secrc
tary. if you like Now one more ques
ton: What is Kinzie's attitude toward
Timanyoni DitchY
AT first he was all kinds of friend
| ly; he is stakeholder in small way
But after while he began to COO
| down little, and nOw-well, l don't
know; | hate to think 1t Of Dave, but
| I'm afraid he's leaning the other way
! toward these Eastern fellows. He
| tried to cover StantOn's tracks in the
stock-buying from Gardner and Boil
ling"
THAT is natural, too" said Smith,
whose point Of view was always IN
obscured In any battle Of business.
THE big company would be better
customer for the bank than your little
one could ever hope to be. l guess
that's all for the present If you're
ready, We'll go down and face the
music"
"By Janders !" said the colonel with
an open smile; 81 believe you'd just as
soon tackle banker as to eat your
dinner; and I'd about as soon take q
horsewhipping. Come on; I'll steer
you up against Dave, but I'm telling
you right now that the steering is
about all you can count on from me-"
1t was while they were crossing the
street together that Mr.. Crawford
Stanton had his third morning caller,
thickset, barrel-bOdied man with
little piglike eyes. closely cropped hair,
a bristling mustache, and a wooden
leg of the homemade sort. The men
Of the camps called the cripple "Peg-
leg" or Blue Pete" indifferently,
though not to his face. For though
the fat face was always relaxed In a
good-natured smile, the crippled sa-
was Of those who kill with
the knife.
Stanton looked up from his desk
when the pad-and-click Of the cripple's
step came in from the street.
Hello, Slmms." he said, in curt
greeting. want to see me? Sit
down."
Simms threw the brim Of his soft
hat up with a backhanded stroke and
shook his head. ut amt worth while;
md | gotta get back to camp. 1 blew
n to tell y'u there's a 5ella out there |
hat needs tn sandbag."
"Who Is it?'
"Fella name Smith. He's shown |
EN- how to cut too many corners
'ace-settin', he calls it. First thing
hey know, they'll get the concrete up
o where the high water won't bust it
,ut."
Stanton's laugh was impatient.
Don't make any mistake Of that
ort, Simms," he said. 1--WE don't want
he dam destroyed; we'd work Just
s hard as they would to prevent that.
Ill we want is to have other people
hink It's likely to go out-think it
ara enough to keep them from put
ng up any more money. Let that go.
there any more fresh talk-a4Song
ne men" Stanton prded himself
tile upon the underground wire-pull-
lg which had resulted in putting
INNS on the ground as the keeper of
lie constructors camp canteen. 1t was :
fairly original way of keeping lis
ming ear open for the camp gossip. l
Little said tile cripple briefly.
This here blink-blank fella Smiths
zen tellin' Williams that / ort to be :,
In of tn reservation; says tn booze
Its the brake on for speed"
$50 1t Does" agreed Stanton mus
gly. "But guess you can stay
lille longer. have a notion that
nith's been sent hereby some outfit
at means to buck US. II he hasn't Il
y backing" ~
The interruption was the hurried In =
ming Of the young man with sleepy u
es and the cigarette stains on his
gers, and for once In q way he was q
rred out Of his customary attitude u
cynical Indifference.
Smith and Colonel Baldwin are p'
er yonder In Kinzie's private office" Ie
reported hastily. Before they shut
. door heard Baldwin introducing u
nth as the new acting financial sec III
airy of the Timanyoni Ditch COM On
ly" II
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