Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1917-06-02

plain iron dollar and you can't
make it two merely by calling 1t so. >
Never you mind about that" cut
in the new financier "At two to one
for the amortization of the old COM
pany we shall still have something
like three hundred thousand dollars
treasury stock upon which to rea-
lize for the new capital needed, and
that will be amply sufficient to COM
plete the dam and the bitches and
to provide a fighting fund. Now then,
tell me this: how near can we come
to placing that treasury stock right
here in Timanyoni Park? It's up
to us to keep this thing in the fam
lily, 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 Unanswered
the direct question. There is plenty
of money right here in the Timan-
yoni."
Smith nodded. He was getting his
StCOllNl NlllNl hO"t anu tllC itiNO ~
ised to be keen joy
But they would have to be
shown you think?" 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 it up to
the limit; we ought to double Will
liams' force at once-put on night
shift to work by electric light"
no1Onal bli0ked twiCa and
swallowed 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 a
good part of that is owing to the ce-
ment people,"
Never mind; don't get nervous"
was the reassuring rejoinder. I'VE
are going to make it bigger in a few
minutes, l hope. Who is your banker
here?"
I Dave Kinzie. of the Brewster
City National"
TELL me a little something about
| Mr.. Kinzie before we go down to see
him; just brief him for me as man.
l mean"
The colonel was shaking his head
slowly.
He's what you might call a TWEEN
/ ty-ton optimist. Dave is; solid, lit
| tie slow and sure, but the biggest
| boomer in the West. if you can get
! him started-believes in the resource
| of the country and all that. But you
can't borrow money from him with
out security, if that's what you're
aiming to do"
! Cant We" smiled the young man
who knew banks and bankers. Lets
| go and see. You may introduce me to
Kinzie as your acting financial secre-
| tary, if you like. Now one more ques-
ton: What is Kinzie's attitude to-
ward Timanyoni Ditch?"
AT first he was all kinds of friend
! ly; he is a stockholder in a small
way. But after a while he began to
cool down a little, and now-well, |
| don't know; l hate to think it of
Dave, bat I'm afraid he's leaning the
/ other way, toward these Eastern fell
lows. He tried to cover Stanton's S
! tracks in the stock-buying from
Gardner and Boiling"
THAT is natural, too" said Smith,
whose point of view was always un-
obscured in any battle of business.
The big company would be a better
customer for the bank than your lit
tie 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; II believe you'd
just as soon tackle a banker as to eat
your dinner; and I'd about as soon
take horsewhipping Come on; I'll
steer you up against Dave, but I'm
| telling you right now that the steer
ing 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 call
er. a thickset, barrel-bodied man
with little piglike eyes, closely crop
ped hair, bristling mustache, and a
wooden leg of the homemade sort
The men of the camps called the
cripple "Pegleg" or Blue Pete" in
differently, though not to his face.
For though the fat face was always
relaxed in a good-natured smile, the
crippled saloonkeeper was of those
who kill with the knife.
Stanton looked up from his desk
when the pad-and- d-click of the Grip,
ple's step came in from the street.
Hello, Simms," he said, in curt
greeting. Want to see me? Sit
down."