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DesMoines Western League Club
Sold By Can ti Hons to John
F. Higgins
..WRESTLING BOUT TO CHICAGO
•Gotch-Haekenschmidt Match Secured
by Windy City—Several Players in
National League Sold or Released—
Gossip Among the College Athletes
•f Iowa.
The sale of the Des Moines Western
league club to John F. Higgins, city
printer of Chicago, is announced. Presi
dent O'Neill and Joseph and M. E.
Cantillon, former owners of the Des
Moines club, attended the league meet
lng and took the new magnate with
them to Introduce him to his rivals in
the pennant game. The price paid by
Mr. Higgins for the Des Moines fran
chise and players will not be made
public, nor has there been any decision
as to the selection of a manager to
succeed Mike Kelley, now of the To
ronto club. The Cantillion brothers
'.made the start as base ball magnates
with the Des Moines club, which they
have retained jointly until too many
irons in the fire compelled disposing
of it. With Mike Cantillon in charge
of the Minneapolis club and Joe man
aging the Washington club, the Des
Moines team lias been without direct
'supervision by its owners for the last
Season.
9
W. W. Wittig, the Milwaukee the
'atrical man who is arranging the
Gotch-Hackenachmldt wrestling match,
'ftf announces than, owing to the action of
^Othe Minnesota state fair board in re
fusing him the use of the big amphi
theater at the fair grounds for the
match, the Chicago offer has been ac
cepted.
Mr. Wittig was anxious to hold the
match in the twin cities, and had lig
'ured on the big livestock building. E.
Kayser of this city, who represented
'''-Mr. Wittig here, received a final an
swer from the fair committee yester
"day and immediately wired Wittig.
The Chicago enthusiasts have been
working hard to capture the "plum"
and offered the big Auditorium, which
%^seats about 15,000 people.
p-"" Mr. Wittig has promised to bring
Hackenschmidt to Minneapolis before
the match, which is booked for April 3,
CM and it is probable that the "Russian
Hon" will take on a few of the heavy
weight wrestlers in an exhibition.
5^ President Pulliam of the National
sleague
of bass ball clubs yesterday an-
nounced the following contracts with
and releases of players:
Contracts:
With Chicago—Blaine Durbin, John
{, J. Evers and Harry C. Steinfeldt (1908
bf'lSlO.)
5 With Pittsburg—Dal G. Alderman,
Beals Becker, Patrick O'Connor, Cecil
*&i. Neighbors, C. Shrlver, J. Owen Wilson,
IA
Henry Wetzel, Victor' G. Willis, and
h. E. Young.
Releases:
By Philadelphia—To Jersey City
(Eastern league), W. O. Clements and
William Foxen.
By Pittsburg—To Atlanta (Southern
league), Thomas Philbln to Wheeling
(Central), W. B. McKechnie to Roch
ester (Eastern), H. V. Maggert to
Providence (Eastern), William Ab
stein to Wheeling (Central), Drum
mond N.' Brown to McKeesport (O.
P. M. league), Pitcher McGuire.
...
(Philadelphia Tommy Ryan was in
Iowa City this week for the purpose
of organizing classes in wrestling and
boxing among the student^ of the uni
versity. It is probable that he will
f.be retained by the author!tiles to con
duct these classes in the 'varsity gym
nasium. Tommy has Jeft the fighting
game temporarily to engage in this
-work. He has a large class at Ames
Sand is finishing his second year's work
at that place. He will give an exhibi
tion bowling and wrestling entertain
ment in two weeks. Ryan stated in an
interview that he expects to go back
to the fighting game next year, in the
"'/welter-weight class. He will spend the
rnmmrr at Log
Angeles.
The recent report that Clyde Will
iams will not be with the Toledo iball
tossers this year is not correct. He
will join the Mud Hens on June 1st,
after finishing ihls contract to coach
,the Ames team. Williams himself is
the authority for this statement. He
expects to turn out a first class team
'"at Ames this year, having nearly a full
ftaaon of veterans.
The annual game between Ames and
Drake will be .played this year as us
ual, notwithstanding the reports to the
contrary. The supposed negotiations
with Nebraska for the game have not
(mater,lalized, and a three year contract
•with Drake ds now being prepared by
the Drake management and will be
submitted to the local school in«a very
few days. There Is every reason to
believe that the contract will be signed
by the Ames board.
...
The university of Iowa will do well
to .finish the season with one regulation
on the basket ball team, according to
the general sentiment of the student
.body. So far three of the Hewkeye
live have .been dropped from the .game
on account of deficient class work,
Ramsell, Morrissey and Stewart. Stew
art is a severe loss to the team at thiis
time, with the Grinnell .game tonight.
This is the biggest state game for the
Iowa quintette, and since the loss of
Ramsell the team work has been cen
tered around Stewart Iowa has lost
seven of the star men of the university
in the last three weeks, two from the
track team, one from the foot 'bail
6quad, three from the basket .ball five
and one from .the already depleted base
ball squad.
...
Doc Fillmore, the former manager
of War Eagle, the Indian wrestler, was
•Jn Des Moines recently, and expressed
the opinion that the match to .be pulled
'ttt there between Farmer Burns and
fIV k-t?\ ti S'
Allen would be one of the .hardest of
the farmer's career. According to
Fillmore, Allen will make Burns go the
limit to win. Fillmore is no longer
with War Kagle, he having gone to
Boston to enter the fighting game.
The Ilawkeye track team will meet
the Minnesota squad in a dual meet
this yeair, some time in the early part
of May. The meet will .be conducted
after the fashion of .last year's, each
first counting one .pntivt, and first and
thirds being disregarded in the llnal
score. Coach Catliu has little hope
of taking the meet from the Gophers,
as there are less than a half dozen old
men on the team who can be relied on
to win their events.
Oddity in the News
Ardent Leap Year Wooer.
York, Pa. The first ,eminine pro
posal of marriage un.-|r the license
which leap year allow has been re
ceived by O. B. Warret a young clerk
of this city. He is folding it under
consideration. The letter, which he re
ceived from an admiring young woman
at Manchester, this county, reads:
"Dear Sir: Having seen you several
times, and having heard that you were
unmarried, I have taken the opportun
ity that leap year offers to girls to ask
for your hand. I want to make you
happy, to bring sunshine into your
lonely life also add unceasing pleasure
to my own. Now I sincerely hope you
will not treat this as a mere joke, but
take pity on us girls, who are just as
lonely as yourself. I am positive that
I can make you quite happy, also hope
that you will not be so selfish as to re
fuse my proposal. Awaiting an early
reply, I remain impatiently,
"MISS
Mr. Warren gallantly refuses to re
veal the name of his fair petitioner.
Boy Pleads for Arrest to Escape Step
mother.
Chicago. Russell Patterson, 16
years old, -5002 Spaulding avenue, St.
Louis, entered the Evanston pollcc sta
tion yesterday, saying he would rather
be there than at home.
Two weeks ago Patterson was ar
rested by the Evanston police when he
was found sleeping in a barn, and his
stepmother, Mrs. Clara Russell Patter
son of St. Louis, was notified. She sent
transportation and the boy was sent
home.
"After I returned home she took my
cap and sweater and told me to get
busy selling papers, which I did for
a while. I didn't like the work, so I
boarded a Pullman car, but under
neath, and rode to Chicago yester
day," the boy told Chief of Police Fred
Shaffer.
"Now, chief, can't you send me to a
reform school? I do not want to go
home because I and my stepmother
cannot agree."
This Wife's Swan Song.
Binghamton, N. Y.—The following
notice was printed in a recent issue
of the Courier Journal of Deposit, this
county
"To whom It may concern: I, Ber
tha Ellis Crawford, hereby state that
I ave left Ford W. Crawford's bed of
rough hardwood boards, and also his
board of dry potatoes and ginger
snaps, with just cause and provoca
tion. When a man will store his mon
ey away In a trunk and lock it up while
his wife, with summer underclothing
on, takes care of their cows and
horses, rather than take some of his
old coins and buy her clothes, ask the
wife then if she has just cause to leave
her husband. He will also store his
money rather than pay his bills with
out force of law.
"B. E. CRAWFORD."
Remove Part of Man's Intestines.
Clinton.—The saving skill of the
modern physician finds a splendid ex
emplification in the outcome of an
operation performed at Agatha hospi
tal upon Henry Boettger of Lowden,
aged 65 years. The Lowden man was
brought to Clinton last Tuesday
morning, suffering from gangrene of
the intestines, and in what we be
lieved to be a hopeless condition.
Rallying from the effects of an un
usual operation to which the hospi
tal physcians resorted, Mr. Boettger
today is in a far way to recovery. He
is still weak, and is not out of danger
by any means but his chances of re
covery have improved wonderfully
since the operation was performed.
The chance the Lowden man had
to live was indeed a slight one. The
surgeons held a consultation, and de
cided that there was one chance for
the patient. This was to remove as
much of the intestines as was affected
by the gangrene. The Lowden man was
placed on the operating table, and four
feet of the Intestines was removed.
The operation gives every indica
tion of proving a complete success.
Kills Himself as Son Did.
Pittsburg, Pa. Henry D. Sellers,
one of the wealthiest real estate men
in this city, committed suicide yester
day while the other members of his
family were at church. In exactly the
same manner, while the family was at
church a year ago, his son, Henry D.
Sellers, Jr., killed himself. Grief over
his son's death was given as the cause
of the father's suicide.
Lese Majesty.
The Daily Thuderbolt reporter who
sometimes dropped into verse invaded
the lair of the real poet of the staff.
"Rondelle," he said, "I'm lost for a
word. Let me look at your rhyming
dictionary a moment."
"Rhyming dictionary!" exclaimed the
real poet. "Sir!"
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V?
Anecdotes Being Related About
the Banker and Man ot
Letters
INCIDENT OF HIS EARLY DAYS
Adventure With Mint Julep While
Visiting a Southern Family—Blessing
He Invoked at Dinner In Absence of
a Minister—Odd Experience In France
Few who are familiar with the con
ventional severity of Edmuud Clareuce
Stedman, the banker, poet, crltjc, lit
terateur and man of letters, who died
recently in New York, would imag
ine that the facility of Yale once
found It necessary to "rusticate" him.
says the New York Press. Keiuorse for
his youthful depravity seemed uot to
have imbittereil him, however, for he
told with reminiscent glee of his adven
tures in that memorable time of his
withdrawal from his alma mater.
To fill the leisure thus imposed on
him he took a trip to the south, a region
with whose social customs he was
largely unfamiliar, to visit a chum.
On the first moruinj? of his stay as
he arose to dress he was surprised by
the entrance of au old darky, who
brought in a large pitcher containing a
liquid of strange but seductive odor.
"Mars' Torn," the aged servitor ex
plained. "he reckoned dat Mars' Ed
mund might want some mint julep be
foh breakfasY' with which invitation
he set his burden on the table and with
drew.
Mr. Stedman was prepared for auy
household ceremonial which might be
in order. He took an inquiring sip.
The drink was delicious, and only the
quantity seemed appalling. As he pro
ceeded with the operation of dressing,
however, he frequently recurred to it.
It was a large pitcher, and it was pret
ty full, but gradually there came over
him a sense of the duty Imposed on
him and an appreciation of the fact
that the reputatiou of the north was at
stake.
He found each sip more refreshing
than the last, however, and as be saw
the bottop of the pitcher he become
convinced that uo form of hospitality
could be more pleasant and uo social
and family customs more delightful
than those found in the southern home
As he finished his toilet with growlnsr
difficulty the darky agaiu made his ap
pearance. lie gazed at the empty
pitcher, then the visitor, then at the
pitcher and at the visitor once more
with rolling eyes and departed with
shaking shoulders.
Somewhat mystified, yet happy, Mr.
Stedman descended to -breakfast with
a surprising sense of difficulty In nav
igation. As he steered to his place tin
family—a. large one, containing several
girls—looked at him with glances star
tled, amused, horrified.
The meal and the remainder of the
day, which he passed in close retire
ment, he confessed, remain as a vague
dream in his mind. It was not until a
few days later that he discovered he
had consumed the entire family's morn
ing allowance of mint julep, which, ac
cording to the southern custom, had
been carried first to the guest.
When Mr. Stedman was visiting In
New England a few years ago he was
called upon by the bead of the house
while at dinner to invoke the divine
blessing, says the Boston Herald.
"I was rather surprised and for half
a minute sorely tempted," said Mr.
Stedman in relating the Incident "then
I rose to the occasion and asked a
grace which I remembered."
"But, Mr. Stedman," demanded the
young woman of the party eagerly,
"what were you sorely tempted to
do?"
"As Charles Lamb did under similar
circumstances. He looked about the
board and asked In surprise, 'Is there
uo clergyman present?' The hostess
shook her head. Then Lamb prayed,
'For this and all other mercies, O Lord,
make us truly thankful.'"
While on a visit to France Mr. Sted
man stopped one day on a country
road to admire the surrounding coun
try, says Harper's Weekly. As he
stood gazing meditatively over the
fields he noticed that several peasants
who passed him on the road bowed
and took ofif their hats to him.
Mr. Stedman was at first surprised
at their salutes in his honor and won
dered for whom these polite peasants
mistook him, but as they were repeat
ed by peasant after peasant he finally
concluded that his reputation had pen
etrated farther than he had ventured
to suppose. As he moved away from
the spot he happened to glance behind
him. He had been standing in front
of a statue of the Virgin.
Time did not diminish the dislike
Edmund Clarence Stedman felt for the
designation "banker-poet," says the
New York Mail. It was hurled at him
one night when he was present at a
banquet to a friend whose ideals, like
his own, have always been two dec
ades in advance of his age. and, so
the story goes, he was provoked to ob
serve in his genial manner:
"Call me banket if you will and poet
If you must, but a banker-poet has no
scientific position. The terms are mu
tually exclusive, except on the princi
ple that a right hand knows not what
left doeth—a happy anomaly existing
mly in benevolent imagination."
Too Good.
"Why do you shudder? Is'nt the
mint julep good?"
"That's the trouble, suh it makes
mv mouth water."
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Plank said gravely: "He is a good
son to his father. That Is perfectly
true—kind, considerate, dutiful, loyal.
The tinancia'. world is perfectly aware
that Stauley Quarrier is today the
most unscrupulous old scoundrel who
ever crushed a refinery or debauched
a railroad, nnd his son no more be
lieves it than he credits the scandal
ous history of the Red Woman of
Wall street."'
Siwnrd had never before seen Plank
aroused, and he said so, smiling.
"That is true," said Plank earnestly.
"I waste little temper over my likes
and dislikes. But what I know and
what I legitimately infer concerning
the younger Quarrier is enough to
rouse any man's anger. I won't tell
you what I know. I can't. It has
nothing to do with his financial meth
ods, nothing to do with his business.
But it Is bad—bad ail through! The
blow his father struck at the integrity
of the bench the son strikes at the
very keystone of all social safeguard.
I must go now. Goodby. Take care
of that ankle. Any books I can send
you—anything you want? No? All
right. And don't worry over Amalga
mated Electric, for I really believe we
are beginning to frighten them badly."
It was exactly 4 o'clock when Plank
was ushered into Quarrier's private
Buit in th'j great marble Algonquin
Loan and Trust building, the upper
stories of which were all golden in the
sun against a sky of sapphire.
Quarrier was alone, gloved and hat
ted, as though on the point of leav
ing. He showed a slight surprise at
seeing Plank, as if he had not been
expecting him, and the manner of of
fering his hand subtly emphasized it
as he came forward with a trace of in
quiry in his greeting.
"You said 4 o'clock, I believer ob
served Plank bluntly.
"Ah, yes. It was about that—ah—
matter—ah— I beg your pardon, can
you recollect?"
"I don't know what it is you want.
You requested this meeting," said
Plank, yawning.
"Mr. Plauk," Quarrier said, "there
should be some way for us to come to
gether. Have you couaidered it?"
"No, I haven't," replied Plank.
"I mean for you and me to try to
understand each other."
"For us?" asked Plank, raising his
blond eyebrows. "Do you mean Amal
gamated Electric and Intercounty im
personally?"
"I mean for us personally. We are
wasting opportunities. This whole
matter is involving us in a tangle of
litigation requiring our constant ef
forts, constant attention.^
'itniel-li^MMijtmf lltosltaiaiMmt, 'swot ntaaxg 22 1908
The Fighting
Chance.
Copyright, 1906, by the Curtis Publishing Company.
Copyright, 1906, by ltobort W. Cnambers.
CHAPTER.
TWELVE
(Continued.)
He found no ..... .. i" her question.
"Goodby!" she said, walking to him.
with outstretched hand. "It's all in
lifetime, Steve, and that's 1oo short for
a good clean friendship like ours to die
in. I don't think
I'd better conn
again. lxok tin
up for a gallop
when you're fit.
and you might
drop me a line
to a
you're getting
on. Is it all
right, Stephen?"
"Ail right." he
said hoarsely.
Their hands
tightened In a
(-rushing clasp.
Then she swung
on her Rpurred
heel and walked
"AU right," he snid
hoar set i/.
out, leaving hiin haggard, motionless.
riank found him there an hour later
fumbling among the paper* and at
first feared that he read In Slwar(Ts
drawn and sullen face a premonition
of the ever dreaded symptoms.
"Quarrier has telephoned asking for
a conference at last," he said abrupt
ly, sitting down beside Siward.
"Well." inquired Siward, "how do
you Interpret that- favorably?"
"I am inclined to think he Is a bit
uneasy," said I'lank cautiously. "Har
rington made a secret trip to Albany
last week. It looks to me as though
there were goiug to be a ghost of a
chances for an investigation. Suppose
I meet Quarrier?"
"All right. Did he suggest a date?"
"At 4 this afternoon. I think," ob
served I'lank, laying his half consumed
cigar on the silver tray, "that I'd bet
ter go dowutown and see what our
preglacial frieud Quarrier wauts. Si
ward, he is s. bad man and crafty—
every inch of him."
"Oh, come, .iow! Only characters in
fiction have no saving qualities. You
never heard of anybody in real life
being entirely bad."
"No, I didn't, and Quarrier Isn't.
For example, he is kind to valuable
auimals—I mean his own."
"Good to animals! The bad man's
invariable characteristic!" laughed Si
ward. "I'm fond to 'em too. What
else is he good to?"
"Everybody knows that he hasii't a
poor relation left—not one. lie is loy
alto them In a rare way. lie tilled one
subsidiary company full of them. It
is known downtown as the 'Home For
Destitute Nephews.'"
"Seriously. Plauk, the man must
have something good in him."
"Because of your theory?"
"Yes. I believe that nobody is en
tirely bad. So do the great masters of
fiction."
ROBERT W.
CHAMBERS.
"I beg your pal-don. Mr. Quarrier,
but you take It too seriously. I have
found lu tills affair nothing except a
rather agreeable mental exhilaration."
"Mr. I'lank, if you are not inclined
to be serious"-
"I am." said Plank so savagely that
Quarrier, startled, could not doubt
hlm. "I like this sort of thiug. Mr.
it."
Quarrier said without emotion, "I
repeat that it would be easy for you
and me to merge our differences on a
basis absolutely satisfactory to you
and to me—and to Harrington."
"You are mistaken," said Plank, ris
ing. "Good afternoon."
Quarrier rose too. "You decline to
discuss the matter?" he asked.
"It has been discussed sufficiently."
"Then why did you come here?"
"To see for myself how afraid of me
you really are." said Plank. "Now I
know, and so do you. Mr. Quarrier, I
want to tell you something. Never be
fore In business differences has pri
vate Indignation against any individ
ual interfered or modified my course
of action. It does now, but it does not
dictate my policy toward you It mere
ly, as I say, modifies It. I am perfect
ly aware of what I am doing, what
social disaster 1 am inviting by this
attitude toward you personally, what
financial destruction I am courting in
arousing the wrath of the Algonquin
Trust company and of the powerful
Interests intrenched behind Intercoun
ty Electric. I know what the lobby is
I know what judge cannot be counted
on I know ray peril and my chances,
every one, and I take them—every one.
For it is a ?^xl fight, Mr. Quarrier. It
will be tal.?£d of for years to come
wonderlugly, uot because of your ef
frontery, not because of my obstinacy,
but because such monstrous immoral
ity could ever have existed in this land
of ours. Your name, Harrington's,
mine, will have become utterly forgot
ten long, long before the horror of
these present conditions shall cease to
be remembered."
He stretched out one ponderous arm,
pointing full between Quarrier's un
winking eyes.
"Take your fighting chance—it is the
cleanest thiug you ever touched—and
use it cleanly, or there'll be no mercy
shown you when your time comes.
maye
ed
try
said Quarrier calmly. body else!"
"I do, Mr. Quarrier, I do, but not in i»iarilc gazed at him for a moment
the manner you fear I may hope for
Let the courts
alone. Do you
hear me? Let
the legislature
alone. Keep
your manicured
hands off the
ermine. And tell
Harrington to
shove his own
cold, splay fin
gers into his
own pocket for a
change. They'll
be warmer than
his feet by this
time next year."
For a moment
he towered there
bulky, menacing
—then his arm
"Take your fighting
chance."
dropped heavily, the old stolid expres
sion came back into his face, leaving
it calm, bovine, almost stupid again.
And he turned, moving slowly toward
the door, holding his hat carefully in
his gloved hand.
Stepping out of the elevator on the
ground floor, he encountered Morti
mer and halted instinctively. He had
not seen Mortimer for weeks neither
had Leila, and now he looked at him
inquiringly, disturbed at his battered
and bloodshot appearance.
"Oh," said Mortimer, "you down
here?"
"Have you been out of town?" asked
Plank cautiously.
Mortimer nodded and started to pass
on toward the bronze cage of the ele
vator, but something seemed to occur
to him suddenly. lie checked his pace,
turned and waddled after Plank, re
joining him on the marble steps of the
rotunda.
"Look here," he said, "I promised
you something once, didn't I?"
"Did you?" said Plank, with his
bland, expressionless stare of an over
grown baby.
"Oh, cut that out! You know I did,
and when I say a thing I make good.
D'ye see?"
"I don't see," said Plank, "what you
are talking about."
"I'm talking about what I said I'd
do for you. Haven't 1 made good?
Haven't I put you into everything I
said I would? Don't you go every
where? Don't people ask you every
where?"
"Yes, in a way." said Plank wearily.
"I am very grateful. I always will be.
Can I do anything for you, Leroy?"
Mortimer had attended a "killing"
at Desmond's and. as usual, had pro
vided the piece de resistance for his
soft voiced host. All he wanted was
a temporary deposit to tide over mat
ters. He had never approached Plank
in vain, and he dW not do so now, for
Plank had a poclret check book and a
stylograph.
"It's little to ask, isn't it?" he mut
tered resentfully. "That will only
Bquare matters with Desmond. It
iosjra't leave me^juiythlflg .to. go on
mmm 'mtm
-3?
With." And he pocketed fi'ls check' with
a scowl.
Plank was discreetly silent.
"And that Is not what I chased you
for, either," continued Mortimer. "Be%
erly, old boy, I've got a certain mealy
faced hypocrite where any decent man
would like to have him—by the scruff
of his neck. He's fit only to kick, and
I'm going to kick him good and plenty,
and In the process he's going to let go
of several things. One of 'em's yours."
Plank looked at him.
"I told you once that I'd let you
know when to step up and say 'Good
evening,' didn't I?"
Plank continued to stare.
"Didn't I?" repeated Mortimer peev
ishly, beginning to lose countenance.
"I don't understand you," said Plank,
"and I don't think I want to under
stand you."
"What do you mean?" demanded
Mortimer thickly. "Don't you want to
marrv that
girl?" But he shrank dis-
under the slow blaze that llght-
piank's blue eyes.
Quarrier. Anything that Is hard to ..A1j right," he stammered, atrug
overcouie I like to overcome. The gnng to his fat legs and Instinctively
pleasure In life to me is to win out. I i,UCking away. "I thought you meant
a in fighting you with the greatest pos- business. 1—what the devil do I care
sible satisfaction to myself." who you marry! It's the last time 1
"Perhaps you see victory ahead."
do anything for you or for any-
The angen
(n his face died out.
"I am not ungrateful," he aaid.
"You may 6ay almost anything except
that. I^eroy. I am not disloyal, no
matter what else I may be. But you
have made a bad mistake. So let us
forget the matter."
But Mortimer, keenly appreciative
of the pleasures of being misunder
stood, squeezed some moisture out of
his distended eyes and sat down, a
martyr to bis emotions. "To think,"
he gulped, "that you of all men should
turn on me like this!"
"I didn't mean to. Can't you under
stand. Leroy, that you hurt me?"
"Hurt nothing!" retorted Mortlmev
vindictively. "You've had sensation
battered out of
by is
time. I guess
society has
landed you a
few while I was
os in
over the out
works. There's
an he a
that's all."
"Let It go at
that, then," said
Plank, redden
ing. "And now
let me ask you
a
where were you
going when I
met you?"
"Let it go at that,
then."
"What do you want to know for?"
asked Mortimer sullenly.
"Why, I'll tell you, Leroy. If you
have any idea of Identifying yourself
with Quarrier's people, of seeking him
at this juncture with the expectation
of investing any money in his schemes,
you had better not do so."
"Investing!"sneered Mortimer. "Well,
no, not exactly, having nothing to in
vest, thanks to my being swindled in
to joining his Amalgamated Electric
gang. Don't worry. If there's any
shaking down to be done I'll do it, my
friend." And he rose and started to
ward the elevators.
"Wait," said Plank. "Why, man,
you can't frighten Quarrier. What did
you sell your holdings for? Why didn't
you come to us—to me? What's the
use of going to Quarrier now and
scolding? You can't scare a man like
that."
Mortimer fairly grinned In his face.
"Your big mistake," he sneered, "is
In undervaluing others. I want you to
understand a few things, my friend,
and one of them is that I'm not afraid
of Quarrier, and another Is I'm not
afraid of you!"
"Leroy"—
"No, not afraid of you either!" re
peated Mortimer, with an ugly stare.
"You keep a civil tongue in your head
after this—do you understand?—and
we'll get on all right. If you don't,
I've the means to make you!"
"Are you crazy?"
"Not a bit of it! Too sane for you
and Leila to hoodwink!"
"You are crazy!" repeated Plank,
aghast.
"Am I? You and Leila can take the
matter into court if you want to—un
less I do. And"—here he leaned for
ward, showing his teeth again—"the
next time you kiss her close the door!"
Then he went away up the marble
steps and entered an elevator, and
Plank, grave and pale, went out into
the street and entered his big touring
car. But the drive up town and
through the sunlit park gave him no
pleasure, and he entered his great
house with a heavy, lifeless step, head
bent, as though counting every crevice
in the stones under his lagging feet.
For the first time in all his life he was
afraid of a man.
The man he was afraid of had gone
directly to Quarrier's office, missing
the gentleman he was seeking by such
a small fraction of a minute that he
realized they must have passed each
other in the elevators, he ascending
while Quarrier was descending.
Furious to think of the time he had
wasted with Plank, he crawled into a
hanuom and bade the driver take him
to a number he gave, designating one
of the new limestone basement houses
on the upper west side.
All the way up town as he jolted
about in his seat he angrily regretted
the meeting with Plank even in spite
of the check. What demon had pos
sessed him to boast—to display his
hand when there had been no neces
sity? Plank was still ready to glre
him aid at a crisis, had always been
ready. Time enough when Plank turn
ed stingy to use persuasion.
He lay back, rolling about In the
jouncing cab, scowling at space.
"I'll ahake down Quarrier," he said
to himself. "I'll make him pay for his
treachery—scaring me out of Amalga
mated! That will be restitution, not
extortion!"
He was angry
Decause
he had been
for day? screwing, uy.tais CilUXftge
'•"i" ^«hs*, -'5v'^I-.-?^.'b'?1
ft
tHe point oi' seeEIng* Quarrier fffce to
face. He had not wished to do it. The
scene and his own attitude in it could
only be repugnant to him. although he
continually explained to himself that
it was restitution, not extortion.
"Oh," he groaned, "what an ass 1
am!" And he got out of his cab in
front of a very new limestone base
ment house with red geraniums bloom
ing on the window sills and let him
self In with a latchkey.
The interior of the house was attrac
tive In a rather bright, new, clean
fashion. The maid, too. who appeared
at the sound of the closing door and
took his hat and gloves was as newly
groomed as the floors and woodwork
and so noiseless as to be conspicuous
in her swift, silent movements.
"Anybody here?" he growled, leer
ing into the drawing room at a tiny
grand piano cased in unvarnished Cir
cassian walnut.
"There in nobody at home, sir," said
the maid.
He began to ascend the stairway,
breathing heavily, thud, thud over the
deep velvet strip, his fat hand grasp
ing the banister rail.
Somewhere on the second floor a
Binall dog barked, and Mortimer tra
versed the hall and opened the door
Into a room hung with gold Spanish
leather and pale green curtains.
"Hello. Tlnto!" he said affably as a
tiny Japanese spaniel hurled herself at
him, barking furiously, then began
writhing and weaving herself about
him, gurgling recognition and wel
come.
Presently another maid entered, with
an apple cut into thin wafers and a
decanter of port, and Mortimer lay
back In his chair, sopping his apple In
the thick, crimson wine and feeding
morsels of the combination to himself
and to Tinto at Intervals until the ap
ple was all gone and the decanter
three-fourths empty.
It was very still In the room—so still
that Mortimer, opening his eyes at
longer and longer intervals to peer at
the door, finally opened them no more.
It was still daylight when Mortimer
awoke, conscious of people about him.
As he opened his eyes a man laughed.
Several people seated by the windows
joined in. He yawned, laughed, turn
ing his heavy eyes from one to an
other, recognizing a couple of young
girls at the window. He didn't want
to get up, but there Is in the society he
now adorned a strlngeucy of etiquette
known r.s "re-flnement" and which to
Ignore is to tecome unpopular.
So he :?ot on to his massive legs and
went over to shake hands with a grav
ity becoming the ceremony.
"How d'ye do, Miss Hutchinson?
Thought you were at Asbury Park.
How de do. Miss Del Garcia? Have
you been out in Millbank's motor yet?"
"We broke down at McGowan's
pass," said Miss Del Garcia, laughing
the laugh that had made her so at
tractive In "A Word to the Wise."
"Muddy gasoline," nodded Mlllbank
tersely, an iron jawed, overgroomed
man of forty with a florid face shaved
blue.
"We passed Mr. Plank's big touring
car," observed Lydla Vyse, shifting
Tinto to the couch and brushing the
black and white hairs from her auto
mobile coat. "How much does a car
like that cost, Leroy?"
"About twenty-five thousand," he
said gloomily. Then, looking up: "Hold
on, Millbank. Don't be going. Why
can't you all dine with us? Never mind
your car. Ours is all right, and we'll
run out into the country for dinner.
How about it, Miss Del Garcia?"
But both Miss Del Garcia and Miss
Hutchinson had accepted another in
vitation, in which Millbank was also
Included.
They stood about, veils floating,
leather decorated coats thrown bacfc,
lingering for awhile to talk the garage
talk which fascinates people of their
type. Then Millbank looked at the
clock, made his adieu to Lydla, nodded
significantly to Mortimer and followed
the others downstairs.
There was something amiss with his
motor, for it made a startling racket
In the street, finally plunging forward
with a kick.
Lydla laughed as the two young
girls lu the tonneau turned to nod to
her in mock despair. Then she came
running back upstairs, holding her
Bkirt free from her hurrying little feet.
"Well?" she inquired, as Mortimer
turned back from the window to con
front her.
"I missed him," said Mortimer.
She flung the coat over a chair, stood
a moment, her fingers busy with her
hair pegs, then
sat down on the
a in
Tinto into her
lap. She was
dark, slim, mar
velously grace
ful In her every
movement.
"Can't you see
him tomorrow ?V
she asked.
"I suppose so,"
said Mortimer
1 1 y. "Oh,
Lord! How I
busi
ness:"
-OMe.4
"Can't you see him to-
hate
this
morrow t" she asked.
"Hasn't he misused your confidence?
Hasn't he taken your money?" she
asked. "It may be unpleasant for you
to make him unbelt, but you're a cow
ard If you don't!"
"I wish T.V1 held fast now. I never
supposed Plank would take bold. It(
was that driveling old Belwether who1
scared me stiff! The minute I saw
him scurrying to cover like a singed
cat I was fool enough to climb the
first tree. I've had my lesson, little
girl."
"I hope you'll give Howard his.
Somebody ought to," she said quietly.
About half past 8 they dined In a
white aad pink dining room furnished
in dull gray walnut and served by- a
atealthy, white haired, pink skinned
butler.
They had planned to go for a spin In
Mortimer's motor after dinner, bat la
view of the Quarrier fiasco neither
was in the mood for anything.
"Do you know, Leroy," she observed
as they left the table and sauntered
back into the pale blue drawing room,
"do you know that the servants
haven't been paid for three months?
"Oh, for heaven's Bake," he expostu
lated, "don't begin that sort of thing.
I get enough of that at home. I get it
every time I show my nose!"
"I only mentioned it," she said care
lessly. "You had an opportunity to
make Howard pay you back. What
are you going to do?"
"Do?"
"Of course. You are going to do
something, I suppose. You haven't yet
told me how you intend to make How
ard return the money you lost through
his juggling with your stock."
"I don't exactly know myself," ad
mitted Mortimer, still overflushed. "I
mean to put it to him squarely as a
debt of honor that he owes. I asked
him whether to Invest. He never
warned me not to. He Is morally re
sponsible
She nodded.
"I'll tell him so, too." blustered Mor
timer, shaking himself Into an upright
posture and laying a pudgy clinched
fist on the table. "I'm not afraid of
him! He'll find that out too. I know
enough to stagger him. Not that I
mean to use It. I'm no» going to have
him think that my demands on him
for my own property resemble extor
tion. I've half a mind to shake that
money out of him in one way or an
other."
He Btruck the table and looked a1
her for further sign of approval.
"I'm not afraid of him," he repeated.
"I wish to God he were here, and I'd
tell him so."
She said coolly, "I was wishing that
too."
For awhile they sat silent, preoccu
pied, avoiding each other's direct gaze.
When she rose he started, watchin?
her in a dazed way as she walked to
the telephone.
"Shall I?" she asked quietly, turning
to him, her hand on the receiver.
"Wait. W-what are you going te.
do?" he stammered.
"Call him up. Shall I?"
A dull throb of fright pulsed fhrQUgfc
him.
"You say you are not afraid of him*
Leroy."
"No!" he said, with an oath. "I am
not. Go ahead!"
She unhooked the receiver. After
second or two her low, even voice
sounded. There came a pause. SM
rested one elbow on the walnut shelf,
the receiver tight to her ear. Then:
"Mr. Quarrier, please. Yes, Mr.
Howard Quarrier. No, no name. Say)
It is on business of Immediate Impor
tance. Very well, then you may say
that Miss Vyse Insists on speaking to
him. Yes, I'll hold the wire."
She turned, the receiver at her ear*
and looked narrowly at Mortimer.
"Won't he speak to you?" he de
manded.
"I'm going to find out. Hush a mo
ment!" and in the same calm, almost
childish voice: "Oh, Howard, is that
you? Yes, I know I promised not to
do this, but that was before things
happened. Well, what am I to do when
it is necessary to talk to you? Yed, it
is necessary. I tell you it is necessary.
I am sorry it Is not convenient for you
to talk to me, but I really must ask
you to listen. No, I shall not write. I
want to talk to you tonight—now!
Yes, you may come here If you care
to. I think you had better come, How
ard, because I am liable to continue
ringing your telephone until you are
willing to listen. No, there Is nobody
here. I am alone. What time? Very
well I shall expect you. Goodby."
She hung up the receiver and turned
to Mortimer:
"He's coming up at once. Did I say
anything to scare him particularly?"
"One thing's Bure as preaching," said
Mortimer. "He's a coward, and I'm
glad of it," he added naively, relight
ing his cigar, which had gone out.
"If he comes up in his motor he'li be
here In a few minutes," she said.
"Suppose you take your hat and go out
don't want him to think what he
will think If he walks Into the room
and finds you waiting. You have your
key, Leroy. Walk down the block, and
when you see him come in give hlin
five minutes."
Her voice had become a little breath
less, and her color was high. Morti
mer, too, seemed apprehensive. Things
had suddenly begun to work them
selves out too swiftly.
"Do you think that's best?" he fal
tered, looking about for his hat. "Tell
Merkle that nobody has been here If
Quarrier should ask him. Do you
think we're doing it in the best way,
Lydia? By God! It smells of a put up
Job to me. But I guess it's all right
It's better for me to just happen in.
isn't It? Don't forget to put Merkle
wise."
(To Be Continued.)
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