St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1922-07-29
FARMER CONVICTION SATURDAY july g. 1922


weak heart" he faltered.
"Ill say you have" agreed Clay.
It's pumpin' water in place Of blood
right now, I'll bet. Did you ever have
real honest to- Cd lickin' when you
was boy?''
The New Yorker knew he was help
less before this clear-eyed, supple ath-
lete who walked like a god from
Olympus. One can't lap up half a
dozen highballs day for an indie
terminate number Of years without get
ting dabby. nor can he spend himself
in feeble designations and have re-
serves Of strength to call upon when
needed. The tongue went dry in his
mouth. He began to swallow his Ad-.
ans apple.
Lets look at this thing from all
Sides" went on Clay cheerfully. IF
we decide by a majority Of the voting
stock-and I'm carryin' enough prox-
les so that I've got control-that you'd
ought to have whalin', why, O.
course, there's nothin' to It but get
to business and make thorough job"
Maybe didn't do right about Mad
DOCKS
''No mebbe about that. You acted
like yellow hound.''
"I'm sorry. I apologize"
II don't reckon can use apologies.
I might make bargain with YOU"
TN be glad to make any reasonable
bargain"
How'd this dor I'll vote my stock
and proxies In the Bromfleld Punish
ment company, Limited, against the
whalin', and you vote yore stock and
proxies in the Bird Cage company to
return the present board and direc-
torate."
that's coercion"
-Well. SO 1t Is"
THE law"
ibid you go hire lawyer for an
opinion before you paid Durand to do
me upf
you've got no right to hold me a
prisoner here to help Whitford."
.All right, I won't. I'll finish my
business with you and when I'm
through, you can go to the annual
meetin'-if you feel up to trayelin'
that far
"rll give you a thousand dollars to
let me alone"
'That'd be thousand and fifty you
had given me, wouldn't it7'' returned
Lindsay gayly.
Tears Of vexation stood In Brom-
fields eyes. "All right. let me go.
I'll be fair to Whitford and arrange
. deal with him."
Get the stockholders who're with |
you on the phone and tell 'em to vote
their stock as Whitford thinks best.
Get Whitford and tell him the fights |
or"
III do, will you let me go7''
"n you don't we'll return to the
previous question-the annual meet |
ing Of the Bromf1eld Punishment COM
pany, Limited"
Bromfield got busy with the tele-
phone
When he had finished, Clay strolled |
over to a bookcase, cast his eyes over
the Shelves and took out book. 1t
was David Harum." He found an
threw leg over one arm,
and presently began to chdckle.
"Are you going to keep me here all
day7" asked his host sulkily.
"Only till about four o'clock. We're
paired, you and me, SO we'll both stay
away from the election. Why don't
you pick good book and enjoy yore-
self There's a lot Of A / readin' In
that case over there. It'll sure I'm
prove yore mind"
Clarendon ground his teeth impotent..
~.
His guest continued to grin over the
good stories of the old horse trader.
When he closed the book at last, he
had finished It. His watch told him
that 1t was twenty minutes to five.
Bromfield's man was at the door try
Ing to get in. He met Lindsay going
out.
mo, l can't stay to tea today, Mr..
the Arizonan was saying,
a CLEAN of mirth in his eyes. mo use
urging me. Honest, I've really got to
be going. Had fine time, didn't wei
SO long,
Bromfeld used bad language
fTnnfinno6 noYf wtnok1 /