FIRESIDE READING FOR WOMEN AND ALL THE FAMILY
"THEIR MARRIED LIFE" I
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As is often the case, after Helen's
dramatic stand in regard to the course
in interior decorating her thought
dropped to the other extreme. She
had been so excited for days that
she had hardly taken into considera
tion Warren's attitude or his reply to
her request. Her reason in the main
for majkin x the request in the first
place was due to the fact that she
had gone too far in the matter to
draw back and give in entirely. But
when Warren after a few minutes'
deliberation said, generously enough:
"Well, if that's what your heart is
set on, why don't you try it?" Helen
had felt an immediate reaction. The
truth of the matter was that she had
really no great desire to go to school.
Warren, of course, could not know
this, but unwittingly he had stumbled
upon the very way to cure Helen of
her determination to be a modern
woman.
Warren did not realize that Helen
was not modern. That she was, in
fact, essentially what nine out of ten
other women are in apartments all
over the United States. She was con
tent to live in the charming little home
her husband provided for her. She
experienced the same feelings day in
and day out upon exactly the same
subjects that other women experience
—in a way she was proud that she had
married rather well than otherwise,
and that she was sufficiently well off
to be able to afford many of the lux
uries of life.
If Helen had not possessed an im
agination that afforded her more
though' than the average woman
be would have been all right. But
she was quick to notice things and
quick to imitate others. Ned Burns,
while unattractive to her, neverthe
less flattered her with his attention.
His offer of a position, which she
had ut first spurned, would have
meant nothing at all to her if It had
not been for Warren's opposition.
Then, too. Helen had come in con
tact with the modern trend and dif
ferent as she was, she could not avoid
being affected in some degree by the
crowd that thought so differently
about things.
As soon as Warren showed his will
ingness to have her begin a course in
interior decoration Helen, who had ex
pected and looked forward to an ar
gument on the subject when she could
again demonstrate the fact that she
was extremely modern and that War
ren was an old-fashioned domestic
tyrant, lost all interest in the idea.
Xot for worlds, however, would
she have allowed Warren to see this.
Instead she began to think of a way
by which she could avert this calam
ity that she had brought upon her
self. And, as is usual in a case of
this kind, the most trivial and do
mestic of circumstances enabled
Helen to almost if not quite retrieve
her old position.
£*ince Helen's suggestion Warren
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Wife to Blame it H
Says Druggist Brouin
Who Tells Wife What To Do
A New Treatment Given Withoit the
Consent or Knowledge of the Drinker
Cleveland, O.—No wife has a right to
blame her husband because he drinka,
says Druggist Brown of Cleveland. It is
her fault if she leta him drink and bring
uphappiness and poverty to her home
and she has no right to complain. A
woman can stop a drinking husband in
a few weeks for half what he would
spend on liquor, so why waste sym
-jjathy on a wife who refuses to do it?
Rruggist Browfn also says the right
time to stop the drink habit is at ita
beginning unless you want drink to
deaden the fine sensibilities of the hus
band you love. Begin with tho first
whiff of liquor on his breath but do
not despair if he has gone from bad
to worse until he Is rum-soaked
through and through. Druggist Brown
knows the curse of strong drink be
cause he himself has been a victim. He
was rescued from the brink of a drunk
ard's grave by a loving sister who,
after ten years' time, revealed the sec
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THURSDAY EVENING, HARRISBURG TELEGRAPH FEBRUARY 15, 1917.
had said nothing further on the sub
ject, much to Helen's relief. He
waited, instead, for her to make her
own arrangements, which Helen was
in no hurry to do, and so the matter
drifted.
Warren had adopted an attitude
toward Helen that half piqued her.
He said nothing about her scheme,
but neither did he bully her as he
was accustomed to doing. His man
ner toward her was almost indifferent
and Helen did not quite understand it.
It happened that for a few days
people did not run into the apart
ment, and that Warren had nothing
much to call him away. They spent
their evenings almost in silence. Helen
longed for a return of the old rela
tions, when at least she might have
adopted that intimate treatment of
Warren even if he had repulsed her,
but she hardly knew how Warren
would act if she did act natural.
One evening as they sat on either
side of the table in the livingroom,
Warren perusing the paper, and Helen
apparently engrossed in a paper on
woman suffrage, there was a great
scrambling in the kitchen. They both
looked up inquiringly and each meet
ing the other's eye. Helen exclaimed:
"What on earth is that?"
Warren grinned. "I'll go and see,"
he answered, and dropping the paper,
went out into the kitchen.
Helen listened intently und in a
few ruinutes he called her.
"Come on out, Helen," he called,
in his old offhand way, 'there's the
funniest thing out here."
Helen obeyed with alacrity and
found him in the door of the kitchen
watching Mahomet the Persian cat.
"Don't tell me he's caught a
mouse." she exclaimed.
"That's just what has happened—
there it is under the chair."
"Oh. Warren!" shrieked Helen, "it's
not alive, is it?"
At that* moment Mahomet made a
dive under the chair and Helen
picked up her skirts and ran. She
called back to Warren as she fled:
"Warren Curtis, take that thing
away; I think you're cruel to stand
there and watch It being worried to
death."
Warren laughed loudly and followed
her into the livingroom in a few
minutes.
"It was dead, anyway!" he ex
claimed, leaning over Helen's chair:
"you're just like all women, aren't
you—afraid of a little mouse."
His manner was so suddenly tender
that Helen lifted her face to him im
pulsively.
"Of course, we're all the same,
dear," she said, quickly; "every
woman 1 know hates a mouse and is
willing to aumit it."
"Yes." answered Warren, wisely:
"just as every woman is anxious to
have her own way, and after it is
given to her she doesn't know what
to do with it."
(Wutcli for the next instalment of this
interesting series.)
ret to htm. She saved him from drink
—rescued him from his own depraved
self, by giving him a secret remedy,
the formula of an old German chemist.
To discharge his debt to her and to
help other victims out of the murk and
mire he has made tho formula public.
Any druggist can put It in the hands
of any suffering wife, mother, sister or
daughter. Just ask the druggist for
prepared Tescum powders and drop a
powder twice a day in tea, coffee, milk
or any other drink. Soon liquor does
not taste the same, the craving for It
disappears and 10. one more drinker is
saved and knows not when or why he
lost the taste for drink.
Mote.—l'rar uni, referred 1 to above,
should be used only when It Is desir
able to destroy all taste for alcobolte
drinka of every hind. The vrlfe Mho
approves of drinking In moderation and
believes her husband safe should give
It oaly vi hen ahe sees, as moat do In
time, that the danger line la near. Mnee
thin formula haa been mnde publls J.
Nrlnon Clark, and other druggists have
Oiled It repeatedly.
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Copyright by Frank A. Munity Co.
(Continued.)
Ills answer Indicated that for all he
knew I might be from the temple of
Issus, and so evidently there was a
temple of Issus. and In it were men
like unto myself.
Either this man feared the Inmates
of the temple or else he held fhtsir per
sons or their power In such reverence
that he trembled to think of the harm
and Indignities he had heaped upon
one of them.
But my present business with him
was of a different nature than that
which requires any considerable ab
stract reasoning. It was to pet my
swonl between his ribs, anj this I suc
ceeded In doing within the next few
seconds, nor was I an Instant too soon.
The chained prisoners had been
watching the combat In tense silence.
Not a sound had fallen In the room
other than the clashing of our contend
ing blades, the soft shuffling of our
naked feet and the few whispered
words we had hissed at one another
through clinched teeth the while we
continued our duel.
But as the body of my antagonist
sunk an inert mass to the floor a cry
of warning broke from one of the
female prisoners.
"Turn! Turn! Cehlnd ■•ou!" she I
shrieked, and as I wheeled at the first
uote of her shrill cry I found myself
facing a second man of the same race
as he who lay at my feet.
The fellow had crept stealthily from
a dark corridor and was almost upon 1
me with raised sword ere I saw him.
Tars Tarkas was nowhere in sight, and
the secret panel in the wall, through
which I had come, was closed.
How I wished that he were by my
side now! I had fought almost contin
ously for many hours. I had passed
through such experiences and adven
tures as most sap the vitality of man,
and with all this I had not eaten for
nearly twenty-four hours nor slept.
I was fagged out and for the first
time in years felt a question as to my
ability to cope with an antagonist But
there was naught else for it than to
engage my man and that as quickly
and ferociously as lay in me.
My only salvation was to rush htm
off his feet by the impetuosity of my
attack. I could not hope to win a long
drawn out battle.
But the fellow was evideutly of an
other mind, for he backed and parried
and parried and side stepped until 1
was almost completely fagged from
the exertion of attempting to finish him.
He was a more adroit swordsman, if
possible, than my previous foe, and I
must admit that he led me a pretty
chase and in the end came near to
making a sorry fool of me and a dead
one into the bargain.
I could feel myself growing weaker
and weaker until at length objects com
menced to blur before my eyes, and 1
"Release me, and I will give you an
trance to the other horror chamber."
staggered and blundered about more
asleep than awake, and then it wan
that he worked his pretty little coup
that came near to losing me my life.
He had backed me round so that 1
stood in front of the corpse of his fel
low, and then he rushed me suddenly,
so that I was forced back upon it, and
as my heel struck It the Impetus of my
body flung me backward across the
dead man.
My head struck' the hard pavement
with a resounding whack, and to that
alone I owe my life, for It cleared my
brain and the pain roused my temper,
so that I was equal for the moment to
tearing my enemy to pieces with my
bare hands. I verily be'leve that I
should have attempted it had not my
right hand, in the act of raising my
body from the ground, come in contact
with a bit of cold metal.
As the eyes of the layman, bo la the
hand of the fighting man when it
comes in contact with an Implement
of his vocation, and thus I did not
need to look or reason to know that In
Iny grasp was the dead man's re
volver, lying where It had fallen when
I struck it from him.
The fellow whose ruse bad put me
down was springing toward me, the
point of his gleaming blade directed
stralsUt at my heart
As he came there raug from his lips
the cruel and mocking penl of laughter
that I had heard within the chamber
of mysterjT.
And so he died, his thin lips curled
In the snarl of his hateful laugh, and
a bullet from the revolver of hla dead
companion bursting in his heart.
His body, borne by the impetus of
his headlong rush, plunged upon me.
The hilt of his sword must have
struck my head, for with the impact
of the corpse 1 lost consciousness.
It was the sound of conflict t'aat
roused mo once more to the realities
of life. For a moment I could neither
place my surroundings nor locate the
sounds which had aroused me.
Then from beyond the blank wall be
side which I lay I heard the shuffling
of feet, the snarling of grim beasts, the
clank of metal accouterments and the
heavy breathing of a man.
As I rose to my feet I glanced hup
rledly about the chamber in which 1
had Just encountered such a warm re
ception. The prisoners and the savage
brutes rested in their chains by the
opposite wall eyeing me with varying
expressions of curiosity, sullen rage,
surprise and hope.
The latter emotion seemed plainly
evident upon the handsome and intel
ligent face of the youhg red Martian
woman whose cry of warning had been
instrumental In saving my life.
It was several seconds before the
sounds upon the opposite side of the
partition jolted my slowly returning
faculties into a realization of their
probable Import, and then of a sudden
I grasped the fact that they were
caused by Tars Tarkas in what was
evidently a desperate struggle with
wild beasts or savage men.
With a cry of encouragement I threw
my weight against the secret door, but
might as well have essayed the down
hurling of the cliffs themselves. Then
I sought feverishly for the secret of
the revolving panel, but my search was
fruitless, and I was about to raise my
long sword against the- sullen gold
when the young woman prisoner called
out to me:
"Save your sword, oh, mighty war
rior, for you will need it more where
it will avail to some purpose. Shatter
It not against senseless metal which
yields better to the lightest finger
touch of one who knows its secret!"
"Know you the secret of It then?"
I asked.
"Yes; release me and I will give
you entrance to the other horror cham
ber, if you wish. The keys to my fet
ters are upon the first dead of your
foemen. But why would you return
to face whatever other form of de
struction they have loosed within that
awful trap?"
"Because my friend fights there
alone," I answered, as I hastily sought
and found the keys upon the carcass
of the dead custodian of this grim
chamber of horrors.
There were many keys upon the
oval ring, but the fair Martian maid
quickly selected that which sprung the
great lock at her waist, and freed, she
hurried toward the secret panel.
Again she sought out a key upon the
ring. This time a slender, needle like
affair which she inserted in an almost
invisible hole in the wall. Instantly
the door swung upon its pivot and the
contiguous section of the floor, upon
which I was standing, carried me with
it into the chamber where Tars Tar
kas fought.
The great Thark stood with his
back against an angle of the walls,
while facing him in a semicircle half
a dozen huge monsters crouched wait
ing for an opening.
Their blood streaked heads and
shoulders testified to the cause of their
wariness as well as to the swordsman
ship of the green warrior whose glossy
hide bore the same mute but eloquent
witness to the ferocity of the attacks
that he had so far withstood.
As he saw me enter a smile touched
those grim lips of his, but whether
the smile signified relief or merely
amusement at the sight of my own
bloody and disheveled condition I do
not know.
Aa I was about to spring into the
conflict with my sharp long sword I
felt a gentle hand upon my shoulder
and, turning, found to my surprise that
the young woman bed followed me
Into the chamber. ,
"Walt," she whispered, "leave them
to me," and, pushing past me, she ad
vanced upon the snarling banths.
When quite close to them she apoke
a single Martian word in low but per
emptory tones. Like lightning the
great beasts wheeled before her, and 1
looked to see her torn to pieces before
I could reach her side, but Instead the
creatures slunk to her feet like pup
pies that expected a merited whipping.
Again she spoke to them, but in
tones so low I could not catch the
words, and then she started toward
the opposite side of the chamber with
the six mljrht.v monsters trailing at
heel.
(To Be Continued.)
BE HELPFUL BUT
NOT PATRONIZING
Busybodies of Life Discussed
by Noted Writer of Wo
men's Problems
,
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX
The consciousness of power over oth- j
era brings the most exquisite joy to
any human being. To be able to regu- I
late other people's lives seems a very j
desirable position to most of us. Of j
course all life is managed on this basis >
from the Institution of an Emperor |
down to that of a political boss.
But most of us do not recognize the j
tyranny in our own natures for just j
what it is. We call ourselves philan
thropists and neglect to consider just
how welcome our philanthropy Is.
I know a girl who took her stand
agui...... uer w nolo tamtly and assisted
hoi - brother in making a mar
riage >. men to his youthful fancy seem
ed uoSi.aule. The girl had a wonderful
teeling tnat she was "playing Provi
dence most graciously for brother and
his sweetheart. She was a managing
>uung woman and stood out against all
01 her people for what she consider
ed very beautiful and noble reasons.
t-'he imagined she was actuated by
u oi-autlfui sentiment of desire to make
others happy. She fancied she was the
one person who could get the point
of view of her twenty-tour-year-old j
brother and the girl her whole lamily
deemed rather an adventuress.
Sister glossed over the whole situ
ation and, with a feeling of nobility,
engineered a marriage which the boy
would never have put through by him
self. Two years proved it disastrous.
And like disaster attends almost all In
stances where one human being steps
in and manages the aftairs of another.
It i> never lair to insist on regulat
ing other peoples' lives. It forces them
into an attitude of weak helplessness
that makes them parasites, whether
they are conscious or unconscious of it.
Being helpful is another matter. It
means giving aid where aid is honest
ly needed, it means answering a cry
tor assistance and letting someone who
feels the necessity of getting someone
else's opinion or of having their doubt
fulness bolstered up a bit recognize
tile fact that the world is not a totally
cold and indifferent place.
Between "playing Providence" and
being callously indifferent to the needs
of others there is a tremendous Held
of sympathy and helpful kindness.
"Flaying Providence" is the sort of
tiling that patronizingly takes a square
peg out of a square hole where It is
comfortably ensconced, and insists on
whittling it down to fit a round hole
a notch or two higher up in the world.
It means manufacturing discontent
for the object of your experiment if
you happen to fail, and making a weak
ling who needs to be directed out of
that object if you succeed with him.
On the other hand, being helpful
means lending a helping hand to some
one who has sat all his life in an in
valid chair, who wants to walk and
yet who does not know quite how to
take the lirst step alone. It means aid, I
comfort and the benertt of greater wis
dom and advice. It means being guide,
counsellor and friend. It never means!
leading someone whom you have blind
folded or dragging someone forward j
in long strides when they have a ca- '
pacity for taking short steps alone. i
Keeling that you are a l,ady Bounti- I
ful to a heaven-like arbiter of des-'
tinles may be rather pleasant for you—
but it is miserably unfair to any one
else concerned. Don't be guilty of it.
"Playing Providence" is just play-act
ing to yourself; it is pretending that
you are a noble, unseltlsh helper when
In reality you are Just a self-centered
boss quite like the child who "won't
play" unless it can be president.
Snapshots
The worst part of the holiday is
that fetish known as packing up,
when a man has to get a wardrobe
into a suitcase, at the same time
showing that he has nothing up his
sleeve.
What is the difference between a
cabinetmaker and a crockery dealer?
—One makes set-tees and the other
makes tea sets.
When is a conumdrum like a
monkey?— When it is far-fetched and
is full of fun and nonsense.
The man who thinks he can stop
smoking when he wants to never
seems to want to.
The fellow who always agrees with
you generally wants something.
Don't try to sail on the sea of
matrimony until you have raised the
wind.
The nearest we come to happiness
is when we think we are happy.
"All the world loves a lover," If
only he won't talk about "her."
Opportunity knocks once, but im
portunity is always knocking.
Keep pegging away, and there are
bound to be interesting results.
No man learns to live until he has
lived to learn.
Girls like being called old maids
until they really are.
Attendance Records of Pupils
of Riverside Public Schools
Riverside, Pa., Feb. 15.—Percent
ages of attendance and the honor rolls
of pupils of the Riverside public
schools for the month of January
have been announced as follows:
Grammar School —John F. Keys,
teacher: Enrollment, 33; percentage
of attendance. 90; average attendance,
15. The following pupils have attend
ed everyday during the month of Jan
uary: James Roberts, Howard Sellers,
Carl Lotz, Ralph Ensinger, Tester
Hoffman, Helen Guy, Catherine Herre,
Helen Luacs, Verdilla Crone, flelen
Brlcker, Esther Ott and Caroline Guy.
Intermediate—M. M. ogue, teacher:
Enrollment, 43; percentage of attend
ance, 90; average attendance, 38. The
following pupils were present every
day during January: Boys, Harry
Dapp. Delbert Witman, Henry
Ebright. Geoige Garcer, Elmer Long,
Albert Herre, Harry Kauffm&n, Nor
man Engle, Edward Welsh, Ronald
Engle, Stuart Osman and William
Shade. Girls, Kathrine Troutman,
Martha Crone, Mary Beale, Annetta
Lotz and Margaret Alhright.
Primary—Annie R. Keiter, teacher.
Number enrolled, 28; average attend
ance, 25; percentage of attendance,
90. Pupils missing no days during the
month: asor. Fasold, Theodore Dapp,
Paul Roblson, Earl pealman, Everett
Long, John Robison, Mary OBnan,
Thelma Smith, Pauline Spealman,
Beatrice Ebright, Harriet Bernhardt,
Mildred Brlcker. Hazel Herre, Meriam
Fisher, Mary Herre and Evelyn Gar
ver.
BEKTEM-CIjIGAN WEDDING
Carlisle, Pa., Feb. 15. Robert N.
Beetem, head of the firm of R. N.
Beetem & Co., ribbon manufacturers
here, and Miss Metz Blackwell Cligan,
of Hagerstown, Md., were quietly mar
ried here yesterday morning in St.
Patrick's Catholic Church by the Rev.
Fr. F. J. Welsh. The attendants were
Mrs. George K. Dlffenderfer and
Ralph B. Harris, both of Carlisle.
They will live here following a short
wedding tour.
Copyright, 191!, by DoubUday, Pag* A Ca.
(Continued.) I
"Crew skipped to the mines, I sup
pose," said Yank.
"Exactly. And they couldn't get any
more. So I offered to hire a few of
them."
"The captains?" I inquired.
"No; the ships."
"The what?" we yelled lu chorus.
"The ships."
"But if the captains can't get
crews" —
"Ah. I don't want to sail them."
went on Talbot impatiently. "It was
hard work getting them to agree. They
all cherished notions they could get
crews and go sailing some more—good
old salts}.) But I hired four at last.
Had to take them for only a month,
however, and had to pay them in ad
vance five hundred apiece."
"I beg 'your pardon," said Johuny
softly, "for Interrupting your pleasing
tale, but the last item Interested me.
I do not know whether I quite heard
it right."
"Oh. shut up, Johnny!" said Yank.
"Let the man tell his story. Of course
"In two hours I had contracts with
twalve of tham."
he didn't have the money In his pock
et. How did you get it, Tal?"
Ward shot him a grateful glance.
"I told them I'd pay them at 4 o'clock
which gave me plenty of time."
"Two thousand dollars oh, of
course!'' murmured Johnny.
"So then," continued Talbot, "I hus
tled ashore and went to see some of
my merchant friends. In two hours I
had contracts with twelve of them
that totaled $G,000."
"Why didn't some of them go out
and hire ships on their own account?"
asked Yank shrewdly.
"Because I didn't mention the word
'ship' until I had their business," said
Talbot. "I just guaranteed them stor
age, waterproof, practically fireproof,
dustproof and within twenty-four
hours. I guess most of them thought
I was crazy, but as it didn't cost them
anything they were willing to take a
chance."
"Then you didn't raise your SIO,OOO
from them in advance payments!" I
marveled.
"Certainly not. That would have
scared off the whole lot of them. But
I got their agreements. I told you it
took me two hours. Then I walked
up the street figuring where I'd get
the money. Of course I saw I'd ha*
lo divide the profits. I didn't know
arfybody, but after awhile I decided
I hat the best chance was to get some
ndvlce from an honest and disinterest
ed man. So 1 asked the first man I met
who ran the biggest place
in town. He told me Jim Ilecket"
"Jim IleckPt?" I echoed. "He's the
man I was to leave change for my
gold slug with."
"Becket keeps the El Dorado, next
door in the tent. He impressed me as
I very quiet, direct, square sort of a
lellow. The best type of professional
gambler in matters of this sort ge
erally is. q
" 'I am looking for a man,' said I,
'who has a little idle money, some
time, no gold mining fever, plenty of
nerve and a broad mind. Can you
tell me who he is?'
"ne thought a minute and then an
swered direct, as I knew he would.
" 'Sam Brannau,' he said.
" 'Tell me about him.'
" 'To take up your poluts,' snid Reck
et, checking off his fingers, 'he came
out with a shipload of Mormons as
their head, and he collected tithes from
them for over year. That's ypur Idle
money. He has all the time the Lord
stuck Into one dny at a clip. That's
your "some time." He has been here
In the city since '4B, which would seem
to show he doesn't care much for min
ing. He collected the tithes from those
Mormons and sent word to Brlgham
Young that If he wanted the money
to come and get It. That's for your
nerve. As for being broad minded
well, when a delegation of the Mor
mons, all ready for a scrap, came to
him solemnly to say that they were
going to refuse to pay him the tithes
any more, even If he was the Califor
nia head of the church, he laughed
them off the place for having been so
green as to pay them as long as they
had.'
"I found Sam Brannan finally at the
3ar In Dennison's Exchange."
"What was he like?" asked Johnny
7
eagerly. "I'll bet I beard his name
fifty times today."
"He la a thickset. Jolly looking, curly
headed fellow, with a thick neck, a
bulldog jaw and a big voice," replied
Talbot. "Of course he tried to bully
me, but when that didn't work he
came down to business. We entered
into an agreement.
"Hrannan was to furnish the money
and take half the profits, provided he
liked the idea. When we had settled
It all I told him my scheme. He
thought It over awhile and came In.
Then we rowed off and paid the cap
tains of the ships. It was necessary
now to got them warped in at high
tide, of course, but Sam Brannan said
he'd Ree to that. He has some sort of
a pull with the natives, enough to get
a day's labor, anyway."
"W'trp them in?" I echoed,
"Certainly. You couldn't expect tne
merchants to lighter their stuff off In
boats always. We'll beach these ships
at high tide and then run some sort of
light causeway out to them. There's
no surf, and the bottom is soft. It'll
cost us something, of course, but Sam
and I figure we ought to divide three
thousand clear."
"I'd like to ask a question or BO,"
said I. "What's to prevent the mer
chants doing this same hiring of ships
for themselves?"
"Nothing," said Talbot, "after the
first month."
"And what prevented Brannan, after
he had heard your scheme, from going
out on his own hook and pocketing all
the proceeds?"
"You don't understand, Frank," said
Talbot Impatiently. "Men of our stamp
don't do those things."
"Oh!" said I.
"This," said Johnny, "made it about
2 o'clock, as I figure your story. Did
you then take a needed rest?"
"Quarter of 2," corrected Talbot. "I
was going back to the hotel when I
passed that brick building—you know,
on Montgomery street. I remembered
then that lawyer and his $250 for a
hole in the ground. It seemed to me
there was a terrible waste somewhere.
Here was a big brick buildlrtg filled. - v
up with nothing but goods. It might
much better bo filled with people.
There is plenty of room for goods in
those eLips, but you can't very well
put people on the ships. So I just
dropped In to see them about It I
offered to hire the entire upper part
of the building and pointed out that
the lower part was all they could pos
sibly use as a store. They said they
needed the upper part as storehouse.
I offered to store the goods In an ac
cessible safe place. Of course they
wanted to see the place, but I wouldn't
let on, naturally, but left It subject to
their approval after the lease was
signed. The joke of It is they were
way overstocked anyway. Finally I
made my grand offer.
"'Look here,' said I, 'you rent me
that upper story for a decent length of
time—say a year—and I'll buy out the
surplus stock you've got up there at a
decent valuation.'' They jumped at
that Of course they pretended not to,
but just the same they Jumped. I'll
either sell the stuff by auction, eveu
at a slight loss, or else I'll stick it
aboard a ship. Depends a good deal
on what is there, of course. It's most
ly bale and box goods of some sort or
another. I've got an Inventory in my
pocket. Haven't looked at it yet. Then
I'll partition off that wareroom and
rent it out for offices and so forth.
There are a lot of lawyers and things
In this town Just honing for something
dignified and stable. I only pay three
thousand a month for it."
Johnny groaned deeply.
"Well," persisted Talbot, "I figure on
getting at least eight thousand a month
out of it. That'll take care of a little
loss on the goods, if necessary. I'm
not sure a loss is necessary."
"And how much, about, are the
: goods?" I Inquired softly.
I "Oh, I don't know! Somewhere be
tween ten and twenty thousand, I sup
pose."
"Paid for how and when?"
"One-third cash and the rest in notes.
The interest out here Is rather high,"
said Talbot regretfully.
"Where do you expect to get the
I money?" I Insisted,
j "Oh, money, money!" cried Talbot,
throwing out his arms with a gesture
of impatience. "The place Is full of
money. It's pouring In from the mines,
from the world outside. Money's no
trouble!"
He fell into an intent reverie, bittaff
at his short mustache. I arose softly
to my feet.
(To Be Continued.)
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