The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1921-09-30


Jerome waved q deprecatOry hand,
tiguratively brushing aside such feeble |
and inconsequential argument. Are
you foOt-loose?" he demanded.
"rm not I'm bound In golden
chains"
Married. Ell? Great Scott, l might
have guessed 1t. So you're on your
honeymoon, eh?"
"No such luck, you vichy drinking
iconOclast. If you had ever gotten far
enough from this club during the past
fifteen years to get breath of real
fresh air, you'd understand why
want to enjoy civilization for a week
or two before | go back to mine su-
perintendent's cabin on some bleak hill.
No, stree. Old jeremiah @. Work and
| have had falling out. Dad burn
your picture, Neddy, want some
class I've been listening to a dago
shift-boss playing the ACCORDION for
three years-and he could only play
three tunes Now | want Sousa's
band. I've been bathing in tepid, dirty
water in redwood sIuice-box, and
now l desire a steam room and nee
die shower and an Osteopath: I've been
hOSSing GreaSerS and Italians and was
forced to learn their language to get
results, and now ! want to speak my
mother tongue to my old friends. BY
thunder I'm going to have a new deal
all around"
Every well. Jack. Don't excite your
self. I'll give you exactly thirty days
to Sicken of it all-and then l shall
come and claim my property"
"Neddy I'll not work for you. I'm
mad. l won't play"
you're it. just tagged you"
II require rest-but unfold your
proposition, Neddy. | was born
poor, weak vessel consumed with
| curiosity that was ever my undOing.
can only protest that this is no way
|. to treat FRIEND"
Nonsense! My own brother wants
this job, and have refused to give 1t
to him. Business is business-and I've
saved it for you"
Jerome leaned forward and laid his
finger cOnfdentiaily on Webster's
Snee; whereat the lighthearted wan
derer carefully lifted the finger,
brushed an imaginary speck of dirt
from 1t, and set it down again. "Be
serious, you ingrate." Jerome pro-
tested Listen! I've been working
for two years on consolidation up
nenr Telluride, and I've just put 1t
across. Jack. it's the biggest thing In
the country. Colorado Consolidated
Mines Company. Limited. English
capital. Jack. Pay 'em 6 per cent.
and they'll call you blessed There's
twenty-five thousand year IN 1t. with
house and a good cook and an au.
tomobile and a chauffeur, and you can
come to town whenever you please
provided you don't neglect the com.
pany's interests-and know you're
not that kind of an engineer"
"DO have to put some money into
it. Neddy?"
"NOt necessarily. although | should
advise 1t. l can let you in on the
ground floor for that hundred thou
sand Of yours, guarantee you hand
some profit and In all probability big
cleanup"
81 feel myself slipping, Neddy. New
ertheless, the tail goes with the hide
I'm not In the habit of asking my
friends to guarantee my investments
and if you say it's right. I'll spread
what | have left of the hundred thou
sand when l report for duty"
Its been a tremendous job get
ting this consolidation over, Jack
When"
SIN PHYS name Spare me. I've
heard all | want to hear about your
COMPOUNDED consolidation. News
News! Give me news! have tt
beg for a drink Nose, you blacl
sinner, how dare you appear before
me without bringing a drink"
Nose, the aged cOlored porter o.
the Engineers club, flashed a row o
worries and respectfully returned thu
democratic greeting.
Letter for you, sub. The secre
tary told me to give it to you. Mistal
Webster"
''ThanK you. Nose. Speak up, Ned
dy. and tell me something. Ever hea
anything of Billy Geary?"
He was tearing the edge Of the en-
velOpe the while he gazed at Jerome
who was rubbing his fat hands to
/. gether after the fashion of elderly mel
who are well pleased with themselves
''Y0u have a chance to become on
Of the greatest and richest mining en-
gineers In the world. Jack" he an
swered, NOW that you've cut lOoS
from that young crook Geary. I don
know what's become of him. ant
neither does anybody else. For tina
matter, nobody cares"
, II do-and you can take the brie
: end Of that bet fer your last whit
chip. Don't let me hear you or any
: body else say anything against Bill
| Geary. That boy goes for my money
J every turn In the box. Don't max
any mistakes about that, oldtimer."
Websber's face suddenly was SER
: GUS; the bantering intOnatiOn in hi