Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1920-10-02

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meeting Fisher square in tn. aye.
You lie!" said that gentleman.
BY way of answer Jack pulled on,
his watch and compared it with the
wall clock The glance was not com
pllmentary to Fishers battered time
piece. Fisher purpled with rage.
iou----- -! Don't give me any
of your lip!"
Who do you think you are?" said
ready to his tongue. You little two
by-four sash. and blind maker with
your business in your Wife's name,
Better pay your bills before you talk
that way to honest men!"
Behind the fright in the eyes of the
thin office-boS and the pale typist
cleaned wondering delight. Never
had such words been heard in that
place.
Get out of here, Get out OF
here!'i roared Fisher on the verge OF
apopleXy. Get out before | throw
you Quit
AS to that said Jack, you're
not man enough" and he took a step
nearer the boss
Fisher precipitately retired into his
private office. slarnrning the door be-
hind him. The office boy Uttered and
clapped a scared hand over his mouth
Jack turned on his heel, and coolly
lit a cigaret---lit 1t and blew a
whole cloud of smotN, there in those
sacred precincts! as The eyes of tn,
other two regarded him with kind
of adoratinnIo n tua
From, behiIaf Hthe partition Fisher
was still shouting: Get out! You're
fred" y,sA
Much obliged" said Jack. 1T was
worth it"
But even while he spalie the brave
words his heart was sinking like a
stone in deep water. 1t was Wed
nesday, and his salary was always
spent irNadvance OF course, All he
possessed in the world was n dollar
out OF hook for/the time being BY
this time, he thought Fisher was
probably sorry too, and would take
but with those admiring eyes on
him, he could not speak it,
r $50 long, Kids,p he said airily, and
started for the door,
"Oh, wait minute" said the boy.
Here's letter for you this morn
ing
Jack thrust it carelessly into his
pocket and went on down stairs. At
the street door he stopped at loss.
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o'clock of a working morning, which
way was one to turn? He glanced
across the street again, the window
was still vacant. Anyway, he couldn't
very we'll see her. jobless as he was
Better just drop of sight. This
thought cost him a Shrewd pang. He
started walking quickly in the direc-
ton opposite to that whence she
would presently come.
He remembered the letter and took
it out. Letters were not so frequent
in his life that he could afford to
disdain them This was business
envelope. large, square. and made OF
thick, fine paper. National New
York Bank" was neatly embossed on
the flap. 1t was addressed in long
hand, an unttdy but powerful scrawl
"Some high-class adj" thought
Jack. Want to sell me bonds. l sup
pose" He chuckled with bitter hum
or. $50
Inside he found this communication
in the same hand.
Dear Mr.. Norman:
''Will YOU plea Sc call me up at my
office tomorrow morning. I shall
arrive there about nine thirty. phe
number of my private phone is
Broad. Yea will not find it in the
book.
Very truly yours,
walter Delamare."
Jack. being a true American youth
regarded this skeptically. what
kind of a con is he handing me?' he
thought. "Who the deuce is Walter
Delamare?''
The name rang Familiarity in his
ears. He glanced at the note head
again. Under the name of the bank
was printed: "Office of the Presi
dent" OF course! Walter Delamare
President of the National New York
Bank. His name was in the papers
every day. 1t welded a magic in.
fluence in the nation.
Jack still suspected q hoax of some
kind. tho the expensive note paper
and the scrawly. Characteristic hand
We're impressive. He examined the
latter with fresh care 1t was sure
ly real handwriting. not process
work.
"Oh well. it's worth a nickel for q
telephone CALL" he thought Il have
'nothin5-to lose"
He had nearly half an hour to xii
before nine thirty, and no twenty five
minutes ever passed more slowly
He walked down to Wall street ant
had a look at the outside Of the Ma.
tional New York Bank, an imposing
colonnade a whole block long. He
circumnavigated it three times, ant
at nine thirty one, precisely, went
into a cigar store and called up the
| number that had been given him.
After q due interval he heard q
voice at the, other end of the wire
that certainly sounded like that of 6
humorous and kindly. too.
"Mr. Norman?"
Eyes, sir"
This is Delamare You are prompt
Can you come, down to see me this
morning." rs
YES, SIR
Good! Better taxi down. And by
the way, it would be better if 70,
sent in an assumed name. l will ex.
plain why when / see you. Cal
yourself-let me see-call yourself
Mr.. Robinson"
Yes, sir"
Very we'll. shall be expecting
you. Good-by."
Jack issued from the telephone
booth a little daaed. A great captain
of finance asking him, the humble