The Wanette Enterprise (Wanette, Okla.), Vol. 3, No. 42, Ed. 1 Friday, March 13, 1914 Page: 2 of 12
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.iKrknon Ioii«*h. nicknamed “Mroadway”
UH-aufio of hla continual Klorlflrutlon of
Now York’H Krcat thoroughfare, la unx-
Ioua (o got away from hi** homo town* of
Joneevllla. Abner Jonea, hla uncle, 1h
very angry bocaiiHo Broadway refunds to
nettle down and take a place In the gum
factory In which he aucce»*decl to his
tatliero Interest. Judge 8 pots wood
Judu.
forum Broad wav that juftn.ooo left blip by
iiln father In at Ills dlariOHnl.
‘ nc
Broadway
tpakcH record time In licatllng for his
favorite at root in New' York. With hla
New York friend, Robert Wallace, Broad-
way crcatca a aennatlon by hla extrava-
aanct? on the White Way. Four years
pirns and Broadway suddenly discovers
that he In not only broke, but heavily In
debt. He applies lo bis uncle for a loan
and roeelven a pnokugo of chewdn* gum
with the advice to clo w It and forget Ida
troubles. ITo quietly seeks work without
success Broadway gives what Is In-
tended to he a farewell supper to his New
York friends, and before It Is over be-
comes engaged to Mrs. Oeritrd. and an-
cient widow, wealthy and very giddy.
Wallace expostulates with the aged flirt
and her youthful fiance, but falls to bet-
ter the situation He learns that Broad-
way Is broke and offers him a position
with his father’s advertising firm, hut It
Is declined. Wallace takes charge of
Broadway's affairs. Broadway receives
a telegram announcing the dentil of his
Vnele Abner In Kurope. Broadway Is his
sole heir. Peter Pembroke of the Con-
solidated Chewing Hum company offers
Broadway $1.200.(Hio for Ids gum plant and
Broadway agreed to sell.
CHAPTER VI.—Continued.
Jackson wn» In n fever of excite-
ment. "Well, come on then. Let's Ret
them! What are yon waiting for?
Let's got this all over with oh milckly
an we can."
"Do you mean business?"
"Certainly I mean business." .lack-
son gazed at hint with definite re-
proach. "Don't 1 look like u business
man?” lie displayed the sack coa*
Rankin hud laid out for him that morn
lng. "Look at this business suit!" Ho
felt In his pocket, found what he
sought and was extremely satisfied.
“And I've got a lead pencil and every-
thing. Certainly 1 mean business."
"You'll sign the articles today?"
"For twelve hundred and fifty thou-
sand dollars I'd sign a murderer's con-
fession!"
Pembroke, who never smiled, looked
a! his watch. "It's twelve o'clock.”
“Is It?"
"We'll meet here at two."
"I’ll be right here, waiting."
"Will you shake hands with me?"
"Sure! I’ll kiss you If you want me
to "
Kven this would not divert Pem-
broke to frivolity. Mr Jones, you're
doing business with a great company."
JnckBon nodded. “You’re the great
est company I've ever met."
"Two, then. Don't forget—two!"
"Twelve! Don't forget—twelve!"
Good-by!"
"Good-by!"
Jackson went with him to the ele-
vator, watching his every movement
with something which approached in
Its brooding care an anxious mother's.
"Be careful when you cross the street!
Hood by!"
Returning to the table, he once more
read the magic telegram. "That’s the
first time 1 knew that they could tele-
graph from heaven," he said fervently,
just as Rankin entered
"l told the chef, sir." said the butler,
and be say*—"
"Never mind what he says. You tell
him he must stay. 1 wouldn't have him
go for all the world. Go out and raise
hts salary and give him my regards.
You understand?"
"Yes. sir.”
"Say. come here Where do you live
when y ou're not here?"
"In Harlem, sir "
; "Got a flat!"
"Yes. sir."
"Like this furniture?" He waved
his hand at the extremely ornate con
tents of the room
"Beautiful, sir."
"It's vours."
“ "Oh, thank you, sir! Any thing else?"
"No; what else do you want? Get
out’ Don’t bother me. I'm a busi-
ness man."
He hurried to the telephone, laugh
livg very earnestly, as If he really liked
to laugh
"Give me loug-dlstance, please.
Hello, longdistance, hello, long-dis-
tance. I want to talk to Jonesvllle,
Conn Jonesvllle. J o—there, you've
got It right. Judge Spotswood. attor-
ney at law. Jonesvllle. Conn Yes;
this is 2468 Huyler. Rush it, won't
you7 Thanks’"
As he sat and contemplated with a
smile of great Intensity the tips of his
slim patent-leather shoes, Wallace,
having done his task, returned to him
with a grave face
Well." said he. almost discouraged.
I've figured it all up. and the best
that I can do makes the grand total
Mxtv-oue thousand four hundred and
« >-!it' two dollars."
"now much?"
“Sixty-one thousand four hundred
and eighty-two dollars."
"Spending money, my boy," said
Broadway grandly. “Spending money."
With that he sprung out dr his Chair
and rushed about the room with Joy
upon his face and showed his deep
contempt for little things by breaking
several costly vases, throwing six
American Beauty roses lti the waste
basket and tossing cushions here and
there. One of an especial elegance he
threw out on Broadway, never looking
to see whose head It softly lighted
upon.
"What’s the matter with you?" de-
manded Wallace. "Going crazy all over
again?”
Broadway paused In his extraordi-
nary movements. “Do you know what
I’m going to do from now on? I'm go-
ing to make the ioudeBt noise Broad-
way has heard since Dewey came
home from the war."
"What are you talking about?"
Juckson looked him kindly In the
eye.
"Know what happened after you
had left the room? A messenger boy
with golden wings and a jeweled harp
blew through that window, handed tne
this telegram and flew right back to
A
m
It,
"We've Got to Make a Train."
the Golden Gates." He thrust the tele-
gram at Wallace. "Read, read, read!"
The dazed Wallace read aloud. The
reader paused. "God!" he exclaimed.
"Did he sign it?” Broadway begged,
without the slightest incredulity.
"It's signed Judge Spotswood. Who's
he?”
“My uncle's lawyer."
"Is this a Joke?"
"If It is I'll make a reputation as a
gun man!"
"Why, this Is the most wonderful
thing that ever happened!”
"It Is all of that, and more. Do you
know what I'm going to do? I'm go-
ing to buy Brooklyn—and close it up."
But Wallace was not swept away by
his extravagance. He really was a
business man. "Pembroke," he reflect-
ed. “Why, he phoned. 1 took his
message.”
“He was here. Say, did you evei
hear of the Consolidated Chewing Gum
company?"
"Why, certainly. They're the biggest
advertisers in America."
"Well, he's second vice-president,
lie's coming back at two o'clock."
"What for?"
"To bring me a check for twelve
hundred and fifty thousand dollars!
I'm going to sell him Jones’ Pepsin."
Instantly the business man was up-
permost In Wallace. He became alert,
suspicious “He made that offer?"
"Yes."
' And you accepted?"
"Yes." ***«•>
“Sign an agreement?"
"Not yet."
Wallace spoke now, with the firm-
ness of a heavy hammer striking on
an anvil. "And you're not going to."
Broadway gazed at him aghast.
"Why?"
"Now. don't give me any argument.
You've been a damn fool all your life
and here's a chance to get even with
yourself."
"Turn down a million two hundred
thousand dollars!"
"Y es."
Broadway shook his head "Not on
your biography!"
Wallace was not impressed. "What
you need Is a keeper, and I'm going to
take the job."
The telephone rang. and. as Broad-
way would have answered it, Wallace
pushed him ruthlessly away. It was
plain that he had definitely assumed
command.
The message was from Judge Spots
wood. As soon as Broadway learned
this he explained that he had called
the Judge and wished him to come at
once to New York city Wallace gave
him ono sad glance of pure disgust.
Then he told the judge exactly other-
wise.
"No,” he called into the phone. "No,
no; don’t you come here. Well come
there.”
Broadway was instantly rebellious.
"I'll do nothing of the kind.”
Wallace waved him off with a con-
demnatory hand, and continued talk-
ing to the telephone. "We'll be there
at six o'clock. ... In time for din-
ner. . . . Yes; good-by!” He hung
up the receiver, and turned to Broad-
way with the hard but happy smile of
the real business man who has suc-
ceeded In accomplishing a coup.
"Say, what are you trying to do?"
said Broadway, not without resent-
ment. "Run my affairs for me?"
"Yes,” said Wallace readily, and
then called loudly for the butler. When
he came he told him to pack, without
delay, a grip for Mr. Jones, who, he
gravely announced, was going travel-
ing.
“To—er—Japan?” Inquired the hope-
ful Rankin.
"Same thing, Connecticut."
“Look here," said Broadway wrath-
fully, "I don't intend—”
The bell rang.
“Go see who that is,” said Wallace
in a most peremptory tone.
"Say, I’m not working for you, am
I?" asked Broadway peevishly.
“Go on; do as you are told.”
"Well, I’ll be damned," said Broad
way, but started toward the door.
Wallace, though, was thinking.
“Wait! Hold on. It may be Mrs. Ge-
rard. Didn't she say she would be
back in half an hour?”
Broadway paused, dismayed. "That's^
so!" He hurried to the window, and~
looked out; he turned back with a wor-
ried face. "Surest thing you know. It’s
her car, all right."
"Get your hat,” said Wallace. "Is
there another way out of this house?"
“The servants’ elevator at the back.”
"Rankin! Oh, Rankin!"
Rankin, breathless, hurried in. "I’ll
have the grip packed in five minutes,
sir.”
"Never mind the grip. We can’t
wait for it. We’ve got to make a train.
See who's at the door. \Ve're going
out the other way.” He seized Broad-
way’s wrist. "Come on!”
Jackson, departing in a somewhat
sideways fashion, owing to the steady
pull of Wallace’s strong arm, called
back to Rankin; "Oh, there'll be a
party of gentlemen here at two o'clock
to see me, and—"
"What shall I tell them, sir?”
Wallace answered: “Tell them to
go to hell." said he.
CHAPTER VII.
Jonesville was in mourning. Broad-
way's departed uncle had Inspired not
much affection; he had not been one
to care to; but for many years, to the
workers in the factory, he had been a
sort of business deity—the seml-provi-
dential head of the great enterprise
through which they gained their liveli-
hood.
The folk of Jonesville had neither
loved him nor revered him; he had
been a sort of elemental necessity to
their peace of mind; they had, 60 to
speak, leaned with a feeling of secur-
ity upon his stubbornness, knowing he
would never sell out to the guni trust;
If he did not sell out to the gum trust
the factory would operate; if the fac-
tory kept running Jonesvllle would
continue to eat, drink, and,- in its
crude, uudevolped way, be merry. Now
that he was dead, a feeling of uncer-
tainty spread a mild panic through the
little town.
The Judge was waiting for the two
men in the hotel corridor. His worry
over what the new owner of the fac-
tory might decide to do" about the per-
fectly well known trust plans was
quite as keen as anyone's, but his dig-
nity forbade that he should make dls
play of It.
It was something of a relief to him
when Broadway hurried to hint from
the hotel office and held odt his hand,
although the boy's appearance was a
shock to him. He remembered him as
Higgins' mother had described hint
and as the dapper, boyish youth who
had aroused the wonder of the town
with patent-leather shoes and new
dance steps This pale, extremely
urban man. young still, naturally, with
a face which told untoward tales of
night experiences such as were not
written upon any face In Jonesvllle, no
matter what its age. nonplussed and
confused him He had expected nor
mal changes; he saw metamorphosis.
“Judge." said Wallace, who. although
a stranger, was first to grasp his hand.
"I’m glad to see you." There was
harassed look upon his face as If ho
might have had a difficult time with
Broadway on the train.
The Judge took Broadway’s hand.
And this is little Jackson! Broad-
way, we used to call you. Well, I’m
glad to see you!”
Thanks, Judge." Broadway really
was glad, and shook hands heartily, al-
though the sybarite in him already
was in strong revolt against the old
hotel.
"I’ll go in and register, Broadway,”
said Wallace. "And I’ll put you down
as Mr. Jackson. No use In—”
’Yes," said the Judge approvingly,
"the town is all upset. There might
be—er—”
“I understand.”
“If it should get around that the old
mill would be sold to the trust.”
The desk was near the door which
led into the fly-specked corridor and
the judge-was listening as Wallace
made terms with the clerk.
“What’ll you take now, Mr. Wal-
lace?” said the clerk, after careful
study of the signature upon the regis-
ter. “Or are you Mr. Jarkson?”
"No; Wallace. I’m Mr. Jackson’s
secretary. And we'd like two rooms
with—”
Two!" said the clerk, astonished.
That was such extravagance as never
had before occurred in that hotel.
Yes; two connecting rooms, with a
bath between, if possible.”
The clerk gazed, open-mouthed.
Well, now," he explained, “I don't
guess I can do that. We got a bath-
room. Years ago a barber leased the
shop and had it put In next to it.
Thought he'd rent it out to strangers.
But he didn't. It's still there, but lord,
■he's dead, and I guess th' lead pipe has
been used som'ers else. Know it has,
in fact.”
“Well—”
“Lead pipe,- ye know, Is val'able.”
"Is it? Well, do the best you can for
us. Telephones in the rooms, are
there?"
“In the rooms? No. They's one
acrost tfe« street at th’ liv’ry stable."
Well, we'll have to make that do,
then. Can we get some dinner?”
Dinner’s over’t two o’clock. Sup-
per's over now. Might fix up some-
thin’. I suppose.”
All right, do the best you can for
us and send it to the rooms.”
"What? Send it to the rooms! Want
should come along to feed ye?" The
clerk was definitely angry. These city
folks!
The Judge Btepped In. "I want you
and Mr.—er—er—Mr. Jackson should
come to my house for your supper," he
suggested.
'We'd better not, tonight, judge. To-
morrow, possibly.”
Broadway cast at Wallace a pathetic
glance. Could it he possible that he
meant to stay in Jonesvllle till tomor-
row night? Wallace sent him a look
of warning.
"Well, If we can’t have supper In
our rooms, I suppose we’ll take it
where we can.” he granted, determined
that If Broadway really came back to
differently, grandly, “ner no soap, ner
towels, ner pitchers, ner no bowl*,
ner nothin’.” He turned away.
"But where's the key?”
"Ain't no key. We’ro honest folk*
in Jonesville. I’m goin’ out.”
"But where are the rooms?”
"Head th' stairs. One and two. They
ain't no others.” With no further
words he went his way.
"My God, Bob,” said Broadway, ap-
proaching him appealingly, “you’re not
going to make me live here, are you?"
"Yes; hut I'm going to build a new
hotel here," Wallace answered.
The judge hovered close to Broad-
way. "1 wish you’d come up to the
house to supper.”
"Not tonight, judge, thanks.”
“No," he granted sympathetically, "I
suppose you want a rest. Tired after
four hours on the train, of course. Gad,
it’s quite a journey! How’ve you been.
Broadway?" The judge pronounced It
“bean,” as if it came In pods.
‘‘Oh, so, so, judge." P
“Busy, 1 suppose, down to New,,
York—" ■+• -*
“Yes; busy every minute—night and
day."
"Uh-huh, 1 s’pose so What did you
say the business was you’ve been fol
lowin' ?”
Wallace answered before Broadway
had a chance. “Liquor business, prtn
cipally,” he said tersely.
"Broadway's eyes flashed toward
him a lightning glance of sheer male-
volence, which his caught without a
sign of anything but high amusement
‘‘Yes—er—judge,” said Broadway, “1
have invested quite a lot of money in
the liquor business.”
"Well,” said the cautious judge, anx-
ious not to hurt his feelings, and, in
his heart, not shocked. , somebody’s
got to sell it. And I suppose it was
the wholesale business you were in.
That's always thought respectable."
"You bet it was the wholesale busi-
ness," Wallace broke in cheerily.
Broadway began to feel intense dis-
taste for the alertness of successful
business men. They took a fellow up
and make a monkey of him before he
had a chance to think. This whole trip
to Jonesville—
“Judge," said the energetic advertis-
ing agent, “maybe you would like a
little nip.”
"My boy,” the Judge replied in
mournful tones, “you can't get It here
at this hotel. It ain’t been to be had
here since the Episcopalian that once
owned it was bought out by a Meth-
odist.”
"I've—” Broadway began
"I’ve got some In my pocket.* said
Wallace, Interrupting.
Now, Bob—” Broadway began to
protest, hut the judge himself did not
permit him to complete his sentence.
"I could show you to your room,” he
said, "being as the clerk's gone out.”
"By all means. We—”
“Er no." the judge said sadlv*--
Twouldnt really do. My wife--' y ^ j
“It Doesn’t Seem Possible It’s You."
Jonesvllle, as he intended to compel
him to. some changes should he made
In the hotel.
"Minnie!" shouted the clerk, In »
reverberating voice, calculated to ex-
press itself, though miles might Inter
vene. "Two sup-p-er r-s!"
"All right." he said to Wallace.
“Want to wash? Wash basins—"
“We’ll do that, anyway, up In our
rooms.”
"What with?" exclaimed the clerk
triumphantly "They ain't no water
there."
"But couldn't—”
“Ain't no water," said the clerk In
Jackson w as looking round him for' •
his hag. Rankin always— Suddenly he
remembered that he did not have hlB
bag. They had fled without it as they
dodged Mrs. Gerard. He gnashed his
teeth at Wallace.
But, even though the liquor question
was In no way settled at the session,
the judge stayed a little while to gos-
sip. principally making inquiries about
the story which had been prominently
printed In the local papers that Broad-
way was to marry a rich widow.
Wallace took command here, too,
with lightning-like celerity. “Judge,”
said he with gravity, "If every widow
In New York who has confided to the
newspapers that she would like to
marry Mr. Jones had married him he'd
be a modern Mormon."
“Yes, 1 suppose so—with the pros-
pects of this business here In Jones-
vllle and a big wholesale Hqnor busi-
ness of his own there In the city. I
bet they have been after him. But I
must to. You’ll he up after supper?"
"Very soon, If supper's what I think
It will he," Broadway answered.
Mrs H pots wood was consumed with
curiosity when her husband arrived at
home
"Why didn’t you bring him here to
supper?" she inquired.
"Well, mother, you know they've
been on a railroad train four hours. I
guess they're pretty tired. They'll get
supper at the hotel." He laughed
“Mr, Wallace, he's with Broadway
asked to have it served up in theii
rooms, and Gilroy, the hotel clerk
asked hint If they wanted he should
feed it to them." His laughter becarnt
violent, "You know Gilroy's very
witty."
"How does Broadway look?"
"Ten years older. My, how that boy
has chunged!"
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