The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1924-03-14

ACROSS the court The Chamber OF
Commerce was situated ut the south
east corner of the market square he
had seen 1t on the preceding day, q
handsome block, one of the finest build
ings in MaloDo. II might take him ten
minutes to reach it, II was question
able whether he would arrive in time.
He ran on, painting. choosing the
shortest way, which fortunately did not
lead past the Continental, where he
would almost certainly have been rec
ognized. On he raced, through the
narrower streets, alive with fruit ped
dlers and old-clothes men, who stopped
and stared in wonder at the sight Of
the Withholding man with blood on
his face and dusty clothing, and
screamed In shrill abuse as he hurled
their carts right and left and cleared
a passage down the middle of the road.
THE market square lay before him, a
tangle of transport wagons and oxen.
Winton lodged here and there. thread
ing the mazes. painted across, and saw
the Chamber OF Commerce building in
front of him.
He heard men shouting behind him.
crowd was collecting, following him
He looked like a mailman, unless he
was the bearer Of desperate news of
some rising in the outlying districts.
A policeman tried to intercept him.
Winton hurled the man aside, dashed
into the building, and ran with sure
instinct up the cement steps TO the.
second story. Upon a door in front
of him he saw the name of the Big
Malopo, painted in small lettering
among the names Of twenty other COM
panies, yet staring at him az II he
alone were there.
A man rushed at Winton from some
where in the passage and coslared him.
Winton thought he recognl. I'D him as
one of the coach passengers. There
was no doubt that De Witt had placed
him there on guard. He was larger
than Winton and powerfully built, but
Winton got the door partly open and
wedged himself there.
He saw a number OF men, who had
been seated about a table inside the
was a tall, lean old man with a short,
square white beard Near him was Dc
Witt, still carrying on his face the
bruises of the fight. The others were
obviously nonentities.
Winton saw what was happening, and
MS fury lent him new strength. He
struggled madly in the grasp of his as
;ailant, and the chief shareholder In
he Big Malopo company. entangled
With De Wits spy, rolled INTO the
Dom at the feet of the astonished
iman shareholders.
De Witt, who had been speaking,
his fist down on the table.
Throw that lunatic out, and let's
ut this business through I" he yelled.
The proposition is that this company
o into voluntary liquidation for the
urpose of reconstruction and the issue
f preferred stock. / declare the mo-
ion"
Il oppose itP' shouted Winton, leap
lg to his feet and fighting off De
Wits man. Il am Winton Garrett,
wning so per cent OF the stock. My
i
He tried to get his hand into his
ocket, but his assailant was dragging
i'm toward the door. There came ;
,uffie of feet in the passage, and the q
oliceman, heading the mob, burst into '
lie room. r
In another moment Winton would 5
ave been flung down the stairs, and {
lie control of the Big Malopo would
i've passed into the syndicate's hands,
Their forever, or pending complicated
gal processes But a sudden diver
on completely changed the situation.
Out of the crowd stepped Ned Burns,
white-bearded, waving
S arms furiously.
"You let Mr.. Garrett go p he shouted.
know him, and l know you, Mr. De
{. Discharge me, will you, after
re worked eight years Tor your"
Bravo, Nedi" shouted she crowd.
10 1t, old cock !"
"The motion is carried" shouted
Witt.
"That don't make no difference"
ID Ned, planting himself before him.
Iaybe you think because l was fool
ough to work for you eight years
1t / don't know the law, Mr.. De
til You may be purser, but the law
the Colony requires that all proposals
liquidation must have the assent of
Mr.. Garrett owns the ma
ity, and he hasn't voted yet"
We'll done, Ned !" cried the mob.
Colony law don't run in Malopol"
,uted De Witt. "This is a native
electorate. You think because I've
you out Of your job for ineffi-
ncy that you'll come here and inter-
e with this meeting, do your
Let's hear Mr. Garrett" cried the