The Adair County news. [volume] (Columbia, Ky.) 1897-1987, 1921-03-09

the way, what do you know about
your blighted old city council, any
wayr
"Two of the five .councilmen are for
sale; two are honest men-and one
is an uncertain quantity. The mayor
Is politician. I've known them all
since boyhood, and If l dared come
out In the open, think that even the
crooks have sentiment enough for
what the Cardigans stand for in this
county to decline to hold me up"
"Then why not come out in the
open and save trouble and expense%
Il am not ready to have lot Of
notes called on me-" Bryce replied
dryly. Neither am DESTROYS of hav-
ing the Laguna Grande Lumber COM
pany start a riot in the redwood lum-
Der market by cutting prices to
point where 1 would have to sell my
lumber at loss In order to get hold
of little ready money. tell you,
the man has me under his thumb, and
the only way / can escape is to slip
out when he isn't looking"
"Hum-m-ml Shiny old beggar, isn't
he? dare say he wouldn't hesitate
to buy the city council to block you,
would hep
ct know he'll lie and steal. / dare
say he'd corrupt a public official"
Buck Ogilvy rose md stretched him
self. "Pve got my work cut out for
me, haven't IY' he declared with a
yawn. However, it'll be fight worth
while. and that at least will make 1t
interesting. WellT
Bryce pressed the buzzer on his
desk, and moment later MORA en-
tered. "Pernit me, MORA. to present
Mr.. Ogilyy. Mr.. Ogilvy, Miss McTav-
ish." The introduction having been
acknowledged by both parties, Bryce
continued: Mr.. Ogilvy will have fire.
quent need to interview me at this of
flee. MORA, but 1t is our joint desire
that his visits here shall remain a
profound secret to everybody with the
exception of ourselves. To that end
he will hereafter call at night, when
this portion of the town Is absolutely
deserted. You have an extra key to
the Office, Meira. ! wish you would
give it to Mr.. Ogilvy."
MORA inclined her dark head and
withdrew. Mr.. Buck Ogilvy groaned.
"GOd speed the day when you can
come out from under and I'll be per-
mitted to call during Office hours" he
murmured. He picked up his hat and
withdrew, via the general Office. Halt
an hour later, Bryce looked out and
saw him draped over the counter, en-
gagged in animated conversation with
MORA McTavish. Before Ogilvy left,
he had managed to impress MORA with
sense of the unmitigated horror Of
being a stranger In a strange town,
forced to sit around hotel Hobbies with
drummers and other lost souls, and
drew from MORA the assurance that
1t wasn't more distressing than to have
to sit around a clearinghouse night
after night watching old women tat
and tattle.
This was the opening Buck Ogilvy
/ aAOAh WIN
his bright blue eyes, he grinned boldly
and said: Suppose, Miss McTavish
we start a league for the dispersion OF
gloom. You be the president, and III
| be the financial secretary"
"HOw would the league operator
MORA demanded cautiously;
swell, 1t might begin by giving q
dinner to all the members, followed
by little motor-trip into the country
next Saturday afternoon" Buck sug
gested.
Moira's Madonna glance appraised
him steadily. 81 haven't known you
very long, Mr.. Ogilvy," she reminded
| him.
"Oh. I'm easy to get acquainted
WITH" he retorted lightly. Besides
don't 1 come well recommended He
pondered for moment. Then: "Tl
you what, Miss McTavish. Suppose
we put 1t up to Bryce Cardigan. II
he says it's all right Wen pull of the
party. If he says it's all wrong, I'll
\ 90 out and drown mvsnlf-and faireT