Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1922-04-28

passenger. When he could look up
again bis face was CHASTITY with mis-
cry.
Glib" he pleaded sadly, "you got
Us where the hair is short, Don't in
woke the law an make us handle that
codhSh, Gibl 1t amt right. Gimme
!eaVe to tow that barge-anything to
Keep your freight Off the Victor, an
Wen pun 1t up river for you"
BE good Teller, Glib. You usen'ter
De hard an spiteful like that" urged
McGuffey.
"I'n tow the barge free" walled
Scraggs.
Mr. Gibney sat calmly down on the
stringer and lit cigar. Nature had
blessed him with a strong constitu-
ton amidships and the contiguity of
MS tainted fortune bothered him but
ilttle. He squinted over the tip of the
cigar at Captain Scraggs.
You're just the same old Scraggsv
you was in the green-pea trade. All
you need is a ring in yer nose.
Scraggsy, to make you a human hog.
Here you goes to work an soaks me
| a dollar ton when you'd be tickled
to death to do the job for half o. that.
an then you got the gall to stand
there appealin' to my friendship So
you'll tow the barge up free. chr Well,
Just to make the transaction legal, I'll
give you dollar for the job an let
you have the barge. Skin to it,
Scraggsy, an draw up a new bill,
guaranteein' to tow the barge for one
dollar. Then gimme back $4,000 an
I'll hand you back this rece'pted
freight bill"
| Captain Scraggs darted into his cab
in' dashed off the necessary document,
and returning to the deck. presented
1t, together with the requisite refund
to Mr.. Gibney, who, in the meantime,
had come aboard.
| Whatever are you a-goIn' to do
with this awful Goldfish, Gib2" he de-
handed
Mr.. Gibney cooked his hat over one
ear and blew cloud of smoke In the
slippers face.
Well, boys, I'll tell you. Sailed
Goldfish that's been under water a long
lime gets most o. the salt took out Of
1t, an even at sea, If it's left long
enough, it'll get so d2rned ripe that
it's what you might call offensive. But
1t makes good fertilizer. There amt
nothin' in the world to equal Goldfish,
medium ripe, for fertilizer. I've rugged
up a deal with a orchard comp'ny
that's layin' out couple o. thousand
acres o. young trees up In the delta
lands o. the Sacramento. I've sold 'em
! the lot, after first buyin' 1t from the
owners o. the schooner for a hundred
dollars. Every time these orchard fell
lers dig hole to plant young fruit
| tree they aim to heave a Goldfish in the
bottom o. the hole first, for fertilizer.
| There was upward o. two hundred
thousand Goldfish in that schooner an
I've sold 'em for five cents each, de-
livered at DunDgan's landin. fig
ger on cleanln' up about seven thou
sand net on the deal. l thought me an
Neils was stuck at first, but l got my
Imagination workin'-"
Captain Scraggs sank Imply into
McGuffeys arms and the two stared
at the doughty commodore.
"Hit In the face with a fortune an
didn't know It," gasped poor McGuffey.
''Gib, I'm sure glad you got out whole
on that deal"
Thanks to a lack O. Imagination In
you an Scraggsy I'm about two hun
bred an fifty dollars ahead o my
estimate now, on account O. the free
tow o. that barge Me an Neils GER
tainly makes a nice little split on
account o. this here Goldfish deal"
"Gib," chartered Scraggs, whats
the matter with reorganlzln' the syn
dicate2"
BE good Teller, Adelbert,"
pleaded McGuffey.
Mr.. Gibney was never so vulnerable
as when one he really loved called
him by his Christian name. He drew
an arm across the shoulders of Nc
Guffey and Scraggs, while Neils Hal
vorsen stood by, his yellow fangs
flashing with pleasure under his wal
rus mustache.
"Scraggsy Macl Your tins ! Wen
reorganize the syndicate, an the min
ute me an Neils finds ourselves with
a bill o. sale for a one-quHi:er inter
est In the Victor, based on the actual
cost price. well tow this here barge,
"An' split the profits on the cod
fish?' Scraggs querled eagerly.
certainly not. Ne an NeIs splits
that fifty-fifty. A quarter o. them
profits is too high a price to pay for
your friendship, Scraggsy, old deceit
full. Remember, l made that profit
after you an Ma had pulled out o.
the syndicate"
That's logic" McGusfey declared.
ITS highway robbery" Scraggs
snarled. u won't sell no quarter IA
terest TO you or The SqGarehead, Glib.
Not on them terms"
"Then you'll load them cOdhsA
aboard, or pay demurrage on that
barge for every day they hang around
A--FsL A. rer