Perth Amboy evening news., 1922-11-28
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a-coming to him about it.
"He set up now pleasant as you
please.
"Ah-er, yes,'" he says; he
hadn't got the name 1 was playing
under.
81 beloved at him. an he mighty
ear jumped.
"tJohnson! 1 said. 'Alonzo John
son, Kansas City,
"'Quite so, Mr.. Johnson he says,
| quick, same as you'd apologize,
there's some business affair to dis
cuss, 1 fauncy?'
"He fell right in with the line of
| dope mighty easy and comfortable.
You see it was something like the
way they do things up in his coun-
try. The old uncle or the family
lawyer calls on you, when ma thinks
that things are pretty well under
stood with the young people, and
gifts down to fggerin'.
at was near enough to my line
to go across with him. He knew
that the girl hadn't got any men
folk, so an old friend Of the family
would At the form as a sort of next
of-kin, as the law-books say"
The big man linked his fingers to-
gether on the chair-arm.
GAS I was sayin', he walked right
In and made himself at home with
the notion. He called her Carrots
straight back at me; it was, Kiss
her pap; she's our'n now and he
begun to grin
HE bounced up and got a box of
cigars and a little dish full of
matches and showed them across
the table. 1 took one. bit the end
go -,--N,LAI 49, -a@t4h ~ rnxy fAAk
lighted it. and went ahead.
cts the butt end OF what she's
got 1 says, an it's in the door,
He knew all about business, and
he picked the things right out.
"'You mean he says, that her
solicitor has invested her fortune in
a stock on margin and the market
is declining?'
"You got it, I says, only she
done it herself, on some tip from
her swell friends
GLOW extraordinary he piped;
his voice got thin when it hit money.
is it a legitimate stock?'
"'Sure,' I answered, one of the
six good ones I didn't know how
many good ones there was.
"'Why does it decline?' His voice
went up like a singing-school.
1.-The steel bunch are clubbing
IT, I says.
HE understood that, and began
to finger around his little wax mus
tache. !
"'Quite so.' he cheeped, quite So
Then he squared toward me.
"Ah-er, Mr.. Johnson he says,
fauncy you came with some plan
about it,
"'Plan nothin',' I says: the stuff's
got to be covered-they'll git it beat
under Their fgger in another days
".Ah-er-quite So he was cool
as a julep; you are intending, 1
fauncy, to cover the margin?'
II leaned owe the table and blew
d mouthful of smoke on him.
"'Sure!' I roared in his face, if I
ian get fifty thousand dollars quick.
He ducked out of the smoke.
That's a very large sum of
money he says.
II lolled over the table an smoked
On him like a Dutch uncle.
big money! I gurgled it, like d
man choking on a laugh. DO you
know how much Carrots has got
hanging on it?'
HE didn't answer that; I knew
ne wouldn't.
"'Where, precisely, do you expect
10 get this money! he says.
II set up more calm-like at that,
"'Well,' I says. I thought maybe
could raise it together
"He wanted that fake fortune
saved for him, so it would come
along with the girl, but he wanted
somebody else to carry the chance.
II knew it and 1 smoked on him.
hung over the table and puffed it |
in his face. He tried to duck out Of
it, and I followed him around. It
done me good couldn't spit on
the little tightwad.
Now, look here, Mr.. Westridge,'
l says, don't you git a wrong notion
in your head; I'm not agoin' to let
you take any risk on this. I'm
agoin' to take the risk; there amt
none, in fact; the stuff's got to
bounce back. It'll go to the sky
when the steel bunch get all they
can grab of it. But whatever risk
there may be- I sputtered it out on
him, is mine. I'll put up the back
ing an you git me the money by
tomorrow at noon I was nearly
the table, an I didn't wait
for him to cut in with a question. I