Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1921-07-08

he mad fnnc1 an IO,o. drSt with tho
back of her neck and then with her
pretty face and then with all of her;
and that the one big reason why he
had let Mr.. Chadwick persuade him
to stay in Portal City was the fact
that he had wanted to be near her and
to show her how he could make per-
fectly good spoon out of the spoiled
| horn of the Pioneer Short Line.
When | began to get my grip back
a little was right warm under the
| collar.
"She oughtn't to be going around
telling people she is a widow!"
blurted out.
"She doesn't" was the calm reply.
They've separated. you know-years
ago-and Coasin Sbeila has taken her
mothers maiden name, Macrae IL
we were going to live here always it
would be different. But we are only
| visiting Cousin Basil, or / suppose we
are, though we've been here now for
nearly year."
There wasn't much more to be said.
and pretty socn ] had staggered off
with my load and gone back to the
Office. And this was why l couldn't
| get very deep into the Hatch business
! with Mr.. Norcross when he told me
what he had been obliged to do about
! the Sand Creek hold-up.
| If he had been like other men 1t
| wouldn't have been so hard. But I
| had feeling that he had gone into
| this love business just as he did into
| everything-neck or Notwithstanding
his bridges behind him, and having no
notion of ever turning back. The boss
had never been beaten. What was 1t
| gong to do to him when he learned
the truth about Mrs. Sheila?
On top of this came the still harder
| knock when / saw that it was up to
me to tell him. l remembered all the
stories I'd ever heard about how the
most cold-blooded surgeon that ever
lived wouldn't trust himself to stick
knife into a member of his own famt
lily, and l knew now just how the
surgeon felt about it.
While was still sweating under
the big load Maisie Ann had dumped
upon me, the night dispatcher's boy
came in with message. 1t was from
Mr. Chadwick, and l read it with my
eyes bullying out. This is what 1t said:
ITO G.. Norcross, G. NJ.
"Portal City.
"P. S. l.. Common dropped to thirty
| four today, and banks lending on short
time notes for betterment fund are
getting nervous. Wire from New York
says bondholders are stirring and talk
ing receivership. General opinion in
financial circles leans to idea that new
policy is foregone failure. Are you
still sure you can make it win?
Chadwick"
Right on the heels Of this, and be-
| fore / could get my breath, in came
| the boy again with another telegram.
! 1t was hot wire from President Dun
| ton, one of "a series that he had been
| shooting in ever since Mr.. Norcross
| had taken hold and begun firing the
! cousins and nephews.
ITO G. Norcross, G. M,
Portal City. RUSH.
''See stock quotations for today.
Your policy is a failure. Am advised
you are now fighting Red Tower. Stop
| it Immediately and assure Mr.. Hatch
that we are friendly, as we have al
ways 0een. If something cannot be
done to lift securities to better figure,
| your resignation will be in order.
"Dunton."
They say that misfortunes never
| come singly. Here were two new
| griefs hurting themselves in over the
| wires all in the same quarter-hour, be-
| sides the one had up my sleeve. But
| there was no use dallying. 1t was up
| to me to find the boss as quickly as /
! could and have the three-cornered sur
| gical operation over with. / knew the
kilograms wouldn't kill him-or !
| thought they wouldn't. thought they'd
probably make him take a fresh strange
hold on things and be fred-if he had
to be fired-fghting it out grimly on his
own line. But l wasn't so sure about
the Mrs. Sheila business. That was a
horse of another color.
l had just reached for my hat and
was getting ready to snap the electrics
off when / heard footsteps In the outer
office. When | looked up, stocky,
hard-faced man in derby hat and q
short overcoat was standing In the
doorway and scowling across at me.
1t was Mr.. Rufus Hatch, and had
a notion that the hot end of his black
cigar glared at me like baleful red
eye when he came in and sat down.