Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1920-08-18

mood. The fraudulent Spectator
swung round in his chair as Fitzhugh
entered. growled sullen Hello" and
after a momentary silence growled an
unpleasant "Well2"
FitZhugh sat down and famed him
self leisurely with mis- Panama hat.
at bids fair 10 be warm day." he
observed.
"You know what I want" snarled
Quigg. rapping his desk with his
knuckles. where's my money!"
"oh"-Fltzhugh stopped tanning.
put down his hat-"you mean the pO-
ker money!"
what about II? Where is It2 What
have you done with til"
Naturally. Quigg. played poker
with It,"
And you doubled 1t tool" The
CRATER leaned suddenly forward and
pointed one of his short fingers in
| Fitzhugh's face. But If this maneuver
was calculated to brighten or confuse
its mission failed. q
Fitzhugh smiled easily. II more
than doubled it. | more than tripled
It, won eighteen thousand dollars
| Quigg jOtted few figures on a cal
endar pad and held out his hand.
There's eleven thousand five hundred
coming to me. Ill take 1t now"
Fitzhugh shook his head smillngly.
I'm sorry" said he; but I'm afraid
you'll do no such thing"
what d'you mean2" Quigg half
rose from his chair, his puffy eyes
blinking rapidly. You've got this
money, haven't your"
"Got it," Fitzhugh laughed. "Why,
Lord bless you. Quigg. / haven't got
the price of ham sandwich"
"What'd you do with that money!"
roared Quigg. smashing his fist against
the arm of his chair. How could you
spend over twenty thousand dollars In
two days? You're lying to me"
Fitzhugh's breath whistled through
his nostrils. He stood up quickly. His
face was very white. For the first
time he seemed In deadly earnest.
Don't talk too MUCH" he advised
quietly. There are some things
won HAulAht anu II JVu du6EE me 4 III
liable to make that fat head of yours
look like a plum pudding. The mon
ey's tied up In speculation, II you want
to know. You have the choice of two
things you can either take an equal
chance with me In the speculation. or
you can take my notS for what I owe
you. Which do you want?
"Neitherl'' exploded Quigg. ~
wouldn't give a cent for any specuIa-
ton you'd make, or for your note
eithel. There's only one thing to do
with you. You've played me a dirty.
low-down trick. and I'm coming back j
the best way can. You're going to
work for me two months longer. and
you're going to work for nothing. I'll
see that you have place to eat and
sleep but | won't promise more. At
the end of those two months you're
going to clear out of my sight. and
Lord help you II l ever see you again 7"
Gentleman to see you. subj an
nounced the uniformed negro"
what name?" growled Quigg.
Didn't give none, sub. Said he
wanted to see you about some Florida
orange groves"
Tell him l am very busy but will
see him in five minutes"
yes sub" The negro touched his
cap and departed.
The moment the door closed Quigg,
keenly animated, swung round in his
revolving chair and spoke In a quick
voice TO his lieutenant: You're a
| Fifth avenue resident Newport.
villa In France. Cotillon leader, So
clety swell--all that. Recently you
bought fifty thousa I'd acres of Florida
land and turned them into a paradise
You're tired of it now and want to
sell at great sacrifice. You follow
meP
I'm even ahead of YOU" answered
! Fitzhugh. Then his denaeanOr un.
derwent a complete change. His man.
ner was now heavy with ennui, and
his voice simpering when It drawled
"Aw, really, now, | cawntl | really
cawn't let il go for less than hawlf
what paid for it. The thing cost me
hawlf million, y'know. and really
should get three hundred thousand.
because"
He dropped his mask as suddenly as
he had assumed 1t. and running the
thumbs and foredngers of both hands
into his lower vest pockets, turned
the lining inside out.
He smiled Because" said he. 81
haven't a cent"
These were frenzied days In the
wheat pit. Under the terrific. unre-
hitting pounding of Symington Otis
and his associates September wheat
descended with invincible force With
every titanic swing of the bears tire
mendouS hammer the foundation of
the bulls rocked and swayed beneath
their feet--and the dollars piled up
for Daniel Fitzhugh Yet he knew he
was nothing In that mighty conflict.
He was unseen, unfelt. unkuOwn-the
veriest plgmy In battle of giants.
Down, down went the price of
wheat. with u dizzying velocity that
made the PIT totter. 1t touched Sc,
81, 50. 1t fell TO 20. %. 60. And
then. in one gigantic crash, as the