Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1928-10-25

They got up and climbed to the top
of the clay bank and looked over the
rolling wild land east and north. That
puzzled him, for he did not quite see
what the landscape had to do with a
clay factory. He wished he knew. Then
a phrase came to him; a phrase that
brought a grin. If his suit was 80 shabby
that he could not get attention when he
talked, hen he had on listening
clothes" They would consider him too
u~nimportant to care what he heard.
He would try 1T on these fellows.
Fourteen hundred acres" said the
oratorical n with a wide gesture; tits
a gift at that price,"
The heavy set one, with O scraRgle OF
beard, chewed the butt Of q willow
switch. grunted and shook his head.
Goat and"
Nov. let me show you how this can
be laid out" The engineer unrolled a
fresh map before the bewhiskered doubt
err. None OF them had paid the slightest
attention to the dusty tramp who had
turned from the road and was idly
prowling among the broker tiles around
the factory fifteen feet below.
Now keep this under your hat" said
the bald headed one, pointing with his
forefinger at the map, but right there
is where 1t will cross this tract"
wv Ill u 1Cdl6s ~ Will "
pass in two miles Of here" The heavy
one shook his head and resumed the
chewing Of the willow switch. II happen
to know
They drove of, utterly ignoring Tam.
III.
1t was nine o'clock, but the typewriter
in the adjoining room was still going
click-clickety, click-clickety 1t might
go on forever. He knocked at her door
1t opened with alacrity.
THAT typewriter annoys me-" He
spoke with solemn severity. Cant you
let 1T alone while I am trying to Think"
Yes" she said sweetly, IF you are
trying to think I'll certainly give you a
chance. 1t is the sort of thing / like to
encourage in men,"
you got me started at It," He lifted
the right eyebrow a little higher. II had
an idea this afternoon"
Come In n sit down." She mo-
toned to a chair. Sometimes the first
attack is fatal"
He grinned and took q chair.
"You said" his sober face took an ex-
preston OF almost painful earnestness,
that nobody would listen to a shabby
suit. If / haven't got talking clothes,
then / must have listening clothes.
II tried it," he finished, with q tri-
umphant lift Of his eyebrow. "and it
worked"
That's interesting" she nodded ap-
provingly. Let's have the story"
He told her about the three men at
the old tile factory, mi Of their CONVEX
sation. She listened closely, her eyes
widening with excitement.
what were they like?"
He described them In vivid. humorous
detail.
THE baldheaded one," exclaimed Bar
bara, was Jim Shannon, the fellow that
handles Ruby's real estate deals. The
chap in khaki was Harry Biddel. archi-
tect and engineer for the Shannon out
At. The fat n with the whiskers Ia
Bay City's original subdivider and our
financial hard boiled egg-Alonzo Hal
derman."
Barbara sat thinking for q moment,
tapping the floor with the heel OF her
shoe, a speculative look In her eyes.
Listen. Listener her tone was sig
nincant, there is more to this han APP
pears on the fy leaf. A deep dark secret
has been skulking around the back den
OF the city hall. I discovered 1t acct
dentally and It would be worth my life
at least my job--if l gave 1t away. But
II you discover 1t you may ind the pot