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Ue- YN O PS IS.
: ; Sfs, nickname! "iffij.idway"
-T'-HB continual Kloritieution of
fj TMgreat thoroughfare. Is anx-
" i- ■?»“>' from his home town of
; ■'■Abner Jones, his uncle, is
■because Broadway refuses to
* Wancl take a place In the gum
KFwhich he succeeded to his
■interest. Judge Spotswood In
■roadway that $250,000 left him by
^■er Is at hls disposal. Broadway
^■record time In heading for his
b \ street In New York. With bls
■work friend. Robert Wallace, Broad
^■rereates a sensation by his extrava
^■•e on the White Way. Four years
a and -Broadway suddenly discovers
PE)t he is not only broke, but heavily in
F^sot. He applies to his uncle for a loan
and receives a package of chewing gum
■with the advice to chew it and forget his
troubles. He quietly seeks work without
success. Broadway gives what is in
tended to be a farewell supper to hls New
York friends, and before it is over be
comes engaged to Mrs. Gerard, an an
cient widow, wealthy and very giddy.
Wallace expostulates with the aged flirt
and her youthful fiance, but fails to bet
ter the situation. He learns that Broad
way Is broke and offers him a position
■with his father's advertising firm, but it
is declined. Wallace takes charge of
Broadway’s affairs. Broadway receives
a telegram announcing the death of his
Uncle Abner in Europe. Broadway is his
eole heir. Peter Pembroke of the Con
solidated Chewing Gum company offers
Broadway $1,200,000 for his gum plant and
Broadway agrees to sell. Wallace takes
the affair in hand and insists that Broad
way hold off for a bigger price and rushes
him to Jonesville to consult Judge Spots
wood, who was Uncle Abner’s attorney.
Broadway finds his boyhood playmate.
Josie Richards, in charge of the plant
and falls in love with her. Wallace is
amitten with Judge Spotswood’s daugh
ter, Clara. Josie points out to Broadway
that by selling the plant to the trust he
will ruin the town built by hls ancestors
and throw 700 employes out of work.
Broadway decides that he will not sell.
“Wallace receives an offer of $1,500,000 from
the trust and is amazed when Broadway
turns it down. Broadway explains the
situation as set fprth by Josie and Wal
lace agrees that it is Broadway’s duty
to stick by the town and his employes.
He authorizes an announcement to his
worried employes that the plant will not
tie sold.
CHAPTER IX.—Continued.
“Yes; he’s stopping at the Grand
hotel.”
“When did he get here?”
“Last evening.”
“Have you seen him?”
“Yes.”
It was plain enough that Higgins'
most vivid suspicions were aroused.
He looked at her accusingly. His voice
was even louder than it had been. “He
got here last evening, eh? Then that
settles it!” He went to her desk and
leaned across it as if indicting her.
“He came here with that trust fellow,
■didn’t he?”
Now she, in turn, was really sur
prised. “What trust fellow?”
“Pembroke; one of the head men of
the Consolidated."
None but a fool could have doubted
her amazement and her worry as she
rose and walked closer to him. “Is
Pembroke here In town?”
“Oh,” he sneered. “You didn’t know
that, eh?”
“I certainly did not.”
He did not quite believe her, yet
took a certain pleasure in imparting
the distressing news to her, on the
chance that she was truthful and had
not before heard it. “Well, he’s here.
Several of the men saw him and recog
nized him. I suppose he’s here with
Jones to close us out. Is that it?”
“I don’t know any more about it
than you do, Higgins.”
This did not Impress or interest him.
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“The Business Will Need Your At
tention."
“You say the young fellow’s stopping
at the Grand?"
“Yes.”
“Well, nobody here knows anything
about It.”
“I believe he registered under an
other name.” She could have bitten
oft her tongue for letting this slip out.
Instantly the man assumed that this
confirmed his most unfavorable prog
nostications. “Ah, ha! Well, what-.,did
he do that for?”
“How should I know?”
“Well,” he shouted, “I guess I do!
It’s because he is a sneak! He knows
itt’s a rotten thing he’s doing and he’s
afraid of the consequences.” He strode
up and down the room in deep and
heavy thought. “The men are not in
a very good temper, and, you mark my
|W»ds, there’ll be the devil to pay
around here before this day’s over un
less we get some satisfaction and find
out exactly what he intends to do!”
Josie looked at him with cold and
angry eyes. For an instant she had
been frightened. She had got the bet
ter of her fear now, and in her voice
were both contempt and warning. “I
wouldn’t talk like that, if I were you,
Higgins!”
He approached her threateningly.
“Oh, you’re on their side, are you? I
thought so!”
Again he went close to her, almost
as if he meant to do her some vio
lence. His face was black with rage.
“I never did believe in you. I told
the men this morning. For all we
know, you’ve been working for the in
terests of the trust all the time!”
Her wrath was boiling fiercely now,
and she showed the stuff of which she
was made. She went closer still to
Higgins, never wavering; giving back
no inch, although he towered above
her, shaking with wrath, and worked
his clenching fingers ominously.
“That will be about enough now,
Higgins; you get out of this office.”
“I’d like to see anybody try to put
me out till I’m ready to go!” he shout
ed.
To his amazement and to hers, it
now developed that they had had a lis
tener. An unexcited voice spoke from
one side.
“Good morning, Miss Richards.”
She whirled, recognizing instantly
the tones. “Good morning, Mr. Jones.”
Higgins stood there speechless, gaz
ing at the newcomer with dropping
jaw. Jackson waited not a second aft
er he had greeted Josie, but marched
up to the belligerent foreman and
stood facing him, small but deter
mined, not six inches from the power
ful, red-shirted figure.
Instantly the foreman’s manner
changed. From the bully he became
the fawner. “Oh, hello, Mr. Jones! I
didn't know you were in town.”
“Yes, you did,” said Jackson slowly,
coldly; “Miss Richards just told you.
I’ve been standing out there listening
to what you had to say. I remember
you, Higgins. The only good thing I
remember of you was that you were
funny when you had cramps in the
swimming hole. You always were a
grouch and forever nosing in other
people’s affairs. Now, I want to tell
you something. This plant belongs to
me, and it's nobody’s business wheth
er I keep it, or sell it, or give it away.
Do you understand?”
“Well,” said Higgins, half in apology,
half dully, “the men asked me to come
here and get the information.”
“They didn’t ask you to come here
and insult this girl, did they? Now,
I’ll put you out of the office, and throw
you out of the plant, and drive you out
of the town if I hear any more red-fire
talk out of you.”
He paused, and Higgins stood, quite
humbled.
“The trust isn’t going to buy this
plant,” Broadway continued, while not
only Higgins, but Josie, gazed at him
Intently, gratefully, startled by the
overwhelmingly good news, “for the
simple reason that it isn’t for sale, and
you can go and tell the men I said so.”
Higgins now was much abashed.
“I’m sorry I was hasty, Mr. Jones. I
didn’t mean to lose my temper.”
“You don’t want to lose your job, do
you?”
“No, sir.”
“Then go on; get out of here.”
“Yes, sir.” The big workman turned
to Josie. “I hope you'll forgive ^ne,
Miss Richards. I know I’ve got a rot
ten disposition, but my heart’s in the
right place.”
“I understand,” said Josie, who had
known him all her life.
“I’ll tell the men what you said, Mr.
Jones,” he saij to his employer—that
employer who had, in the past, em
ployed no one more important than a
butler, a chauffeur, a Jap cook, or, tem
porarily, a waiter or a bellboy. It gave
Broadway quite a little shock. “Gosh!
What a relief it will be to them all!
It’s made a different man out of me al
ready.”
To their amazement he broke down,
blubbering like a mammoth child.
“Well, what are you crying about?”
said Jackson, utterly nonplussed.
“Because I’m happy,” said the con
tradictory Higgins. “There’ll be oth
ers to cry outside. You don’t know
what it means to us —it saves our
homes and families, too, maybe.” With
that and still Intently blubbering, he
left them.
“Can you beat that?” asked Broad
way, turning back to Josie. “He’s a
nice, cheerful little fellow! I’d like to
be around him a whole lot!”
CHAPTER X.
There was another than the foreman
who was happier than ordinary words
would have expressed, now that Jack
son Jones had stated, with what
seemed to be finality, that he Intend
ed to continue at the business which
had made hls fortune and had made
Jonesville. But Josie felt a strange
need for reserve in her young employ
er’s presence, a need which she had
not felt the night before and one which
she could not explain.
Her impulse was to rush into ex
travagance of praise after he had sent
the foreman out into the works to tell
the men that he should not sell his ।
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patrimony to the trust, but for some
reason which she would have found it
difficult to explain fully she said not a
word about it. Instead, she turned to
him with matter-of-fact expression and
the words of commonplace occasions.
“Did you have a good night’s rest?”
He felt like saying something full
of emphasis, whether in access of joy
or sorrow he was not certain, but he
knew that any words which he could
use to her would be inadequate to fur
nish him relief, and so hailed her com
monplace question with a thrill of real
relief.
“My back is broken,” he said with an
expressive grimace and a writhe.
“Who named that hotel?”
“The Grand?”
He nodded with another serio-comic
facial antic.
She laughed. “Is it as bad as that?”
“There are men in prison for doing
less than running a hotel like that!”
Mahr 1
Judge and Mrs. Spotswood.
Almost he made the revelation of their
startling midnight wanderings, but
caught himself in time.
“Why don’t you open your uncle’s
home?”
“My uncle’s home?” he said, a little
startled.
He had not thought of that. The
suggestion probably did more to drive
home definitely to his inner mind the
true significance of his decision to
take up the business than anything
which had previously occurred. His
uncle’s home!
After his father’s death it had been
his home; it had been the only semb
lance of a home which he remembered,
and his memories of it were harsh
enough, in some details almost repel
lent. His uncle had been hard; -he had
had but little understanding of boy na
ture; the house had been a sort of
prison from which he could escape at
intervals each day.
He had not even thought of opening
it; it never had occurred to him that
he could ever live another day of his
life there.
But, now she spoke of It, why not?
The place was grim, old-fashioned, in
hospitable, forbidding, as so many old
New England houses are, and as so
manj r more New England houses were
ten years ago; but that atmosphere
was more that of its occupant than
that of the old place itself. It must
have been a joyous and free-minded
Jones who chose the site for it, for it
was very beautiful; it must have been
an artist Jones who chose the plans
for it, for its design was of that beau
tiful, pure old colonial which (barring
skyscrapers) is the only architectural
merit America has yet originated, and
than which' nothing is more truly
beautiful; it must have been a social
Jones who added the great wing to it,
for in that wing were bedrooms, sit
ting rooms, and a great dining-room
quite plainly meant to welcome many
guests.
His memories of the house were
gloomy and unattractive, for from it
both his father and his mother had
been taken to their final resting places,
and in it he had spent few joyous
hours. All the happiness of his youth
in Jonesville were associated with the
homes of others, public places, out-of
doors; he had heard very little laugh
ter In the old homestead. But might it
not house happiness? He realized that
it would make an ideal setting for
pure joy. Still, it was in Jonesville!
That made him wince.
“You don’t think it will be necessary
for me to live in this town, do you?”
She nodded. She was rather glad
to feel that It was right for her to nod.
She would have shrunk from revela
tions of the sorrow which would cer
tainly have filled her heart If it had
transpired, now, that Broadway was
not to remain in Jonesville. She even
shrank from an acknowledgment of
this in her own heart.
"The business will need your atten
tion,” she said gravely.
He waved a hand which he tried to
make appear as if dispensing privi
leges, but which, "he knew, seemed
more that of a shirker.
“Go right oh witj the business. Don’t
pay any attention to me.”
She looked at him very gravely.
Then, dropping her eyes, she took
some papers from the desk, went to a
filing cabinet, deposited them with
care in their allotted places, and slow
ly went back to her desk. As she re-
turned she did not again raise her eyes
to his.
“Have you thought of what we
talked about last night?” she asked.
She made him most uncomfortable.
He had begun to wonder, for the first
time in his life, if, possibly, he did not
have a conscience. He had never ta
ken any obligation very seriously; sud
denly it seemed necessary for him to
consider many things with solemn,
pondering mind. He did not like it. It
distinctly made him nervous. What
was the use of being heir to all his
uncle’s property if riches brought the
very thing which he had thought they
might preserve him from—dull care?
Had he thought of what she had
said last night? He had thought of lit
tle else! Had that train of thought
been started by any human being other
than herself, he would have bitterly
resented the intense discomfort it had
caused him. Even now his voice was
peevish when he answered:
“Have I thought of it! All I dreamed
about last night was poverty stricken
families crying for their food. Thou
sands of men, women and children
chased me through the streets, out of
the town and into a wild forest —where
there was nothing but chewing-gum
trees.”
She let her head fall back, and
laughed. He was so funny! Yet she
plainly felt that there was truth in his
complaint. She believed he really had
passed a most uncomfortable night.
Perhaps she was not very sorry that
he had. ,
“Oh, I had an aw'ful night,” he
mourned. “I could have slept this
morning, but the Ladies’ Aid began to
rehearse their minstrel show across
the street, so I got up and ordered
breakfast.”
Having gone thus far he stopped, as
if there could be nothing further to be
said, but she did not understand the
reason for his sudden silence.
“Yes?” she inquired.
“Did you ever breakfast at the
Grand?" he asked pathetically.
“No,” she smiled.
“I dare you to!” he challenged.
“It’s the best hotel in town. All the
theatrical troupes stop there.”
He nodded grimly. “The troupes
that play in Jonesville probably de
serve it.”
She did not quite approve of this.
She was sure that she had seen some
wondrous acting there in Jonesville.
Had she not wept her eyes out over a
new play, entitled “East Lynne,” the
previous winter? Had not another
novelty, which the bills announced
came straight to Jonesville from a
metropolitan run of many weeks, and
which was known as “The Two Or
phans,” held her spellbound for an
evening? Had not the leading men in
these productions been invariably very
different in their appearance from any
of the Jonesville youth, and therefore
romantically attractive; had not the
leading women worn enormous jewels
and extraordinary, yellow hair which
she had envied fiercely? Her own hair
was rich, dark brown.
She looked at him somewhat coldly.
It was plainly time to turn from gos
sip to pure business.
“I've worked all the morning >ith
the auditor upon a statement which
shows the year’s business up to the
first of this month,” she notified him
gravely. From an upper drawer of the
big desk at which she had been seated
she secured a long, formidable-looking
paper and, rising, approached him with
it. “Do you care to go over it now?”
He eyed it askance, as if it might
have been a dangerous thing and liable
to sting. Business! Should he ever
really discover how to feel the slight
est interest in it or understanding of
it? What a tiresome looking thing it
was.
“No; not right now," he told her, al-
HAD THE TIME OF HER LIFE
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my relative I stuck It out.
“Then I began to be popular. I was
most shivering; “I —Mr. Wallace prom
ised to do all that for me.”
She put the statement back into her
desk, a little disappointed. “Then he’ll
be here this morning?"
“Yes; he’ll be here right away. Ila
had to go to the barber shop." He
laughed. “I shave myself, thank God!”
he added fervently.
Her manner now became more seri
ous and rather puzzling. It was not
as if he had done anything which dis
pleased her, it was not even as if she
thought he might; it was only that of
the delightful woman who is wonder
ing if, presently, she may not think he
might. She was not suspicious, she
suspected that she might suspect. He
knew it; men always know when wom
en are beginning to wonder if they had
not better very soon begin to wonder.
It's the only intuition mere men have.
Presently, while he waited, acutely
conscious that some unpleasant ele
ment had entered into the situation,
but densely ignorant of its character;
and while she calmly went about the
business of her office management, at
which, it may as well be stated no*
as ever, she showed unmistakable signs
of perfect competence, she went to a
complicated filing cabinet, extracted
from it certain other papers, carried
them across the room to the desk near
which he had found a seat, laid them
on that desk, then slowly turned ana
faced him.
-“Do you know that Mr. Pembroke, of
the Consolidated, is here in town?”
To her great satisfaction, which she
would not for the world have admitted,
he did not hesitate before he an
swered; he did not try to beat around
the bush; he indulged in no evasions
or delays of any kind whatever.
“Yes, I know it,” he said promptly.
It may be that some detail in hie
tone or manner reassured her, at anj
rate her voice, when she spoke next
was free from a certain icy hint of
criticism which undoubtedly had crept
into it.
“Did he come here with you?"
“No; he followed me here."
“Have you seen him?” She made
no attempt to offer an excuse tor
cross-examining him; she evidently
asked the question as an interested
party who has a right to be informed.
Was she not a citizen of Jonesville and
an employe of the Jones Pepsin Guin
Company?”
“No; I have not seen him, but Mr.
Wallace saw him last night and turned
down his offer, too.”
Instantly the reserve, which, Intangi
ble but perceptible, had affected her,
dropped from her. She was no longer
in the least suspicious.
“Oh, I’m so glad!” she exclaimed
cordially.
But he failed to note this circum
stance; he failed to ward against on
coming danger. Asa matter of fact be
was not thinking of her as an employe
of the Jones company, he was not
thinking about Jonesville, he was con
sidering his own pressing need for
money and the delightful possibility
that through Pembroke, in one way or
another, that need must be relieved.
He rose and paced the floor with light
and hopeful tread, wholly without ap
prehension.
“We gave him to understand that we
wouldn’t sell for Jess than a million
and a half.” He said this half proudly.
Then, with the accents of a hoper:
“We expect him here at eleven o’v'ock
with his answer."
Her face took on a puzzled and dis
approving frown. “But you just gave
your word to the men that —"
Now he spoke definitely and crisply.
No one listening to him could Imagine
that he did not mean exactly .vhat he
said; that he had not carefull;' consid
ered every meaning of each syllable
that he was uttering.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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outdo each other in entertaining her,
and not another woman in the lime
light. It was simply great”
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Molly, however, had other ideas on
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