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Forest Grove Steam Laundry
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Phone 624
J . W. B u c k l e y
I'M W il li am s
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LUMBER
W e a r e a id e to m ipply e v e ry th in « : n ee en aary f o r th e
c o m p le te c o n s tru c tio n o f h o u se, b a r n o r sh ed .
P r ic e s a n d E s tim a te s F u rn is h e d
Phone Gale* 45 3 ,
-O h, th a t's all rig h t, too. If they'll
only give me tim e,” he cried d esp er
ately. "Good God, you don’t know
w h at It m eans to me, B ennington! 1 he
position I've m ade for m yself will be
sw ep t aw ay a n d —"
Mr. Bennington remained distant
and unsy m pathetic and Underwood
■ threw himself into a chair with a ges
tu r e of disgust.
"S om etim es I don’t th in k I care
w h at h appens,” he exclaim ed. "T hings
h a v e n ’t been going my way lately. I
d o n 't care a hang w hether school
k eeps o r not. If they drive m e to the
w all I ’ll do som ething d esp erate
I’ll—”
A rin g a t th e front door bell In ter
ru p ted him.
"W ho can th a t be?" he exclaim ed,
sta rtle d .
He looked closely a t his
com panion, as if trying to read In his
face if he w ere deceiving him.
"P robably your friend of th e tele
phone,” suggested Bennington.
U nderw ood opened the door and
H ow ard en tered jauntily.
"H ello, fellers, how goes It?" was
h is Jocular greeting.
H e w as plainly under the Influence
of liquor. W hen he left home th at
evening he had sw orn to Annie th at
he would not touch a drop, but by the
tim e he reached the A strurla his cour
age failed him. He ra th e r feared Un
derw ood, and he felt the need of a
stim u la n t to brace him up for the
" s trik e ” he w as about to m ake. The
back door of a saloon was convenient
ly open and w hile he was refreshing
him self tw o o th er men he knew
dropped In. B efore he knew it, half
a dozen d rin k s had been absorbed,
and he had sp en t the whole of $5
w hich his wife had intrusted to him
o u t of h e r carefully hoarded savings.
W hen he sobered up he would real
ize th a t he had acted like a coward
and a cur, but Just now he w as feel
"M y God! W hy Are They Hounding Me Like This?"
ing ra th e r jolly. A ddressing U nder
wood w ith im pudent fam iliarity, he
w ent on:
"T he d—d boy didn't seem to know
if you w ere In or not, so I cam e up
anyhow ."
G lancing a t B ennington,
he added: "Sorry, if I'm butting in.”
\
U nderw ood w as not in the humor
to be very gracious. Long ago young
H ow ard Jeffries had outgrown his use
fulness as fa r as he was concerned.
He w as a t a loss to guess why he had
com e to see him uninvited, on this
p a rticu lar Sunday night, too. It was
w ith studied coldness, therefore, that
he said:
“S it down—I’m glad to see you.”
"You d o n 't look It,” grinned How
ard, as he advanced fu rth er into the
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BY
RAY
WALTERS
COPYRIGHT, 1909, OY G.W. DlL L INGHAM COMPANY
room w ith sham bling, uncertain steps.
C oncealing his ill hum or and prom
nie." H e h alted suddenly and faced
SYNO PSIS.
B ennington. "Of course, I’in m uch ising him self to get rid of his unwel
th is com e v isito r a t the first opportunity,
H o w a r d J e f f r i e s , b a n k e r ’s s o n , u n d e r obliged to you, p erso n ally , for
Underwood introduced the two men.
t h e e v i l I n f l u e n c e o f R o b e r t U n d e r w o o d , frien d ly tip .”
a f e l l o w - s t u d e n t a t Y a le , l e a d s a lif e o f
“Mr. B ennington—Mr. Howard Jeff
B
ennington
shrugged
his
shoulders
d issipation, m a r r ie s tb e d a u g h te r of a
ries, Jr."
K a m b l e r w h o d i e d In p r i s o n , a m i is d i s
“T h e w arn in g m ay give you tim e
o w n e d b y h i s f a t h e r . H e t r i e s to tret w o r k
Mr. B ennington had heard of the
a n d f a lls . A f o r m e r c o l l e g e c h u m m a k e s e ith e r to ra ise the m oney o r to g e t the
older Jeffries' trouble with his scape
a b u s i n e s s p r o p o s i t i o n t o H o w a r d w h i c h th in g s back .”
r e q u i r e s ll'.ouo c a s h , a n d H o w a r d Is b r o k e .
U nderw ood's d a rk eyes flashed w ith grace son, and he eyed, with some in
R o bert U nderw ood, w ho h ad been re
te re st, this young man who had made
p u l s e d b y H o w a r d ’s w if e . A n n ie . In Ills su p p ressed w rath , as he re to rte d :
college d ay s, a n d h ad o n ee been e n g a g e d
"Of course, I can g et them all back such a fiasco of his career.
to
A lic ia ,
H o w a rd 's
step m o th er,
has
"Oh, I know B ennington,” exclaimed
a p a r t m e n t s a t t h e A s t r u r l a . a n d is a p In tim e.
D amn It. you fellow s d o n 't
parently
In p r o s p e r o u s
circum stances.
H ow ard Jovially. "I bought an ele
know
w
hat
it
costs
to
ru
n
th
is
kind
H o w a r d r e c a l l s a $J50 l o a n tit U n d e r w o o d ,
t h a t r e m a i n s u n p a i d , a n d d e c i d e s t o a s k of b u sin ess successfully!
O ne has to p h a n t's tu sk a t his place in the days
h i m f o r t h e tl.imo h e n e e d s . U n d e r w o o d ,
w hen I w as somebody." W ith mock
t a k i n g a d v a n t a g e o f h i s I n t i m a c y w i t h spend a sm all fortune to keep up ap
M rs. J e f f r i e s . Sr., b e c o m e s a s o r t o f s o c ia l p earan ces. T h ese society people w on't sad n ess he added. "I'm nobody now
h ig h w a y m a n . D is c o v e rin g bis tru e c h a r
—couldn’t even buy a collar button."
a c t e r s h e d e n i e s h i m t h e h o u s e . A lic ia buy if th ey th in k you really need th e
“W on't you sit down and stay
r e c e i v e s a n o t e f r o m U n d e r w o o d , t h r e a t m oney. I’ve had to give exp en siv e din
e n i n g s u ic i d e . S h e d e c i d e s to g o a n d s e e
aw h ile?” said Underwood sarcastic
n
e
rs
an
d
spend
m
oney
like
w
ater
even
h i m . H e Is In d e s p e r a t e f i n a n c i a l s t r a i t s .
ally.
to g et them to com e h ere an d look a t
“If you don't mind, I’ll have a drink
C H A P T E R V.— Continued.
th e things. You m ust give tile tim e
first,” replied Howard, m aking his
to m ak e a se ttle m e n t. I need a t le a st
w ay to the desk and taking up the
U nderw ood laughed nervously. Af a m o n th .”
w hisky decanter.
fe c tin g to m isin te rp re t th e o th e r's
B en n in g to n shook his head. T h e re
U nderw ood did not conceal his an
m ean in g , he said:
w as a h ard , uncom prom ising look In
noyance, but his angry glances were
"Y es, yo u 're rig h t. T h e a r t an d a n his face as he replied cau stically :
e n tirely lost on his new visitor, who
tiq u e b u sin e ss Is a delicate business.
" T h e y 're com ing for th e th in g s to
w as rapidly g ettin g into a maudlin
God know s It’s a p recario u s o n e !" m orrow . I th o u g h t It fa ir to le t you
condition.
A ddressing Bennington
R each in g for th e d e c a n te r, he added: know . I can do no m ore."
w ith fam iliarity, Howard w ent on:
U nderw ood stopped sh o rt.
’’H ave a d rin k .”
“Say, do you rem em ber th a t won
"To-m orrow ," he echoed faintly.
Hut Mr. B ennington refused to u n
derful se t of Ivory chessm en my old
“
Yes,"
said
B
ennington
grim
ly.
"You
bend. T h e proffer of refre sh m e n t did
m an bought?"
n o t te m p t him to sw erv e from th e ob- m ight as well u n d e rsta n d th e situ atio n
B ennington sm iled and nodded.
Ject of his m ission. W hile U nderw ood thoroughly. T he gam e's up. T h e firm
"Yes, s ir; 1 do, indeed. Ah, your
w as talk in g , try in g to gain tim e, hts i nas been w atching you fo r som e tim e fa th e r Is a fine a rt c ritic !”
ey es w ere ta k in g In th e co n te n ts of W hen you trie d to sell th e s e th in g s to
H ow ard b u rst into boisterous laugh
old D efrles for o n e-q u arter th e ir real ter.
th e a p a rtm e n t.
"Com e, ta k e a d rin k ," urged U n d er valu e he In sta n tly recognized w here
"A rt c ritic !" he exclaim ed.
"I
they cam e from .
H e telephoned should say he was. H e's a born
wood again.
s
tra
ig
h
t
to
our
place.
Y
ou've
been
“ No, th a n k s," replied Mr. B enning
critic. He can criticise any old thing
shadow ed by d e te c tiv e s ev er since.
—every old thing. I don't care w hat
ton cu rtly .
T h e re 's a m an o u tsid e w atching this
it is. he can criticise it. 'W hen In doubt
S uddenly he tu rn ed sq u are around.
place now .”
—criticise,' is nailed on fa th er's es
" L e t's g et down to business. Mr. U n
"My G od!” exclaim ed U nderw ood. cutcheon." Bowing w ith mock cour
derw ood." he exclaim ed. “ My firm In "W hy a re th ey hounding m e like
tesy to each he raised the glass to his
sists on th e Im m ediate re tu rn of th e ir th is? "
lips and said : "H ere's how !"
p ro p erty ." P o in tin g around th e room ,
A pproaching B ennington quickly, he
B ennington laughed good humored-
he ad d ed : “ E v ery th in g , do you u n d e r g rasp ed h is hand.
ly. and tu rn ed to go.
s ta n d ? "
"B en n in g to n ," he said ea rn e stly ,
“Well, good night, Mr. Jeffries.
U nderw ood w as sta n d in g In th e sha- “you and I’ve alw ays been on th e
dow of th e lam p so his v isito r did n o t square. C a n 't you tell them It's all Good night, Mr. U nderwood.”
U nderw ood followed the m anager to
u o tlce th a t h e had grow n suddenly rig h t? C a n 't you get them to give m e
the door.
very w hite, and th a t h is m outh tim e ? ”
"Good n ig h t!" he said gloomily.
tw itch ed painfully.
B efore th e m a n a g e r could rep ly th e
"W hy, w h a t's th e tro u b le?" he sta m telep h o n e bell ra n g sharply. U n d er
CH APTER VI.
m ered. " H a v e n 't I got prices for your wood s ta rte d . An ex p ressio n of fe a r
people th a t th ey would never have g o t cam e o v er h is face. P e rh a p s th e firm
T he door slam m ed, and Underwood
te n ?”
had alre a d y sw orn o u t a w a rra n t for re tu rn e d to the sittin g room. Taking
“Yes— w e know all th a t.” replied his a rr e s t. He picked up th e re c eiv er
no notice of H oward, he w alked over
Mr. B ennington Im patiently. "T o be to an sw e r th e call.
to th e desk, slowly selected a cigar
fra n k , Mr. U nderw ood, w e've received
"W h at nam e is th a t? ” he dem anded and lighted It. H ow ard looked up at
In form ation th a t you've sold m any o v er th e telephone. T h e nam e w as re
him foolishly, n o t know ing w hat to
of th e valu ab le a rtic le s in tru ste d to p eate d and w ith a g e stu re of relief he
say.
His freq u en t libations had so
you for w hich you've m ade no acco u n t e x c la im e d :
befuddled him th a t he had alm ost for
ing a t all.”
"H ow ard J e ffrie s!— w h a t on e a rth g o tten th e object of his visit.
" T h a t's n o t tru e ," exclaim ed U n d er does he w an t? I c a n 't see him . T ell
"E xcuse my bu ttin g in, old chap,"
wood hotly. "I have accounted for him I'm—"
•
he stam m ered, "b u t—”
a lm o st ev ery th in g . T he re s t of the
Bennington took his hat and turned
U nderwood m ade no answ er. How
th in g s a re h ere . Of course, th e re m ay to go:
ard sta re d a t him In comic surprise.
be a few th in g s—"
“W ell, I must be off."
He w as not so drunk as not to be
Taking a box of cigars from th e
“Don't go.” exclaim ed Underwood, able to notice th a t som ething was
desk, he offered It to his v isito r.
as he hung up the receiver m echan wrong.
"No, thanks," replied Bennington ically. "It's only that Infernal ass
"Say, old fellow," he gurgled;
coldly, pushing back the proffered Howard Jeffries!"
"you're a regular Jim Dumps. Why
box.
“I must," said the manager. As he so chopfallen. so— ? My! what a long
Underwood w as fast losing his self- w ent toward the door be made a close
face!
Is that the way you greet a
control. Throwing away hts cigar with scrutiny of the w alls as If searching
classm ate, a fellow frat? Watt till
an angry exclam ation, he began to for som ething that w as not there.
you hear my hard-luck story. That'll
walk up and down.
Stopping short, he sa id :
cheer you up. Who w as It said:
"I can account for everything If you
"I don't see the V elasques.”
There's nothing cheers us up so much
give me time. You must give me time.
“No—no,” stam m ered Underwood as other people's money?' ” Reaching
I’m hard pressed by my creditors. My nervously. "It's out— out on proba
for the whisky bottle, he went on:
expenses are enormous and collections tion. Oh. It's all right. I can account
First I'll pour out another drink.
exceedingly difficult. 1 have a large for everything.”
1 ou see, I need courage, old man
amount of money outstanding. After
Mr. Bennington continued his In I've got a favor to ask I want som e
our pleasant business relations It spection.
money. I not only want It—I need it."
seem s absurd and most unfair that
“1 don't see the Gobelin tapestry,"
Underwood laughed, a hollow, mock
your Arm should take this stand with he said laconically.
lag laugh of derision. H U old class
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'
ARTHUR HORNBLOW
a id m istook the cynical g ay ety tor
good hum or.
“1 said I’d ch eer you up, ’ he w ent
on. VI d o n 't w ant to rem ind you of
th a t little m a tte r of tw o h u n d red and
filly bucks w hich you borrow ed from
m e tw o years ago. I suppose you've
forgotten It, but—”
A look of annoyance cam e o v er U n
derw ood's face.
"W ell, w hat of It?" he snapped.
H ow ard took a n o th e r d rin k before
he continued.
"I w ouldn’t rem ind you of th e loan,
old chap: but I'm up against It. W hen
the fam ily kicked me out fo r marry
ing the finest girl th a t e v e r lived, my
fa th e r cut m e off w ith a piking allow
ance which I told him to p u t in th e
church plate. I told hint I p referred
Independence.
W ell,” he w ent on
w ith serio-comic gravity. "I got my in
dependence, but I m I m dead broke.
You m ight as well u n d erstan d th e situ
ation plainly. I can 't find any bust-
ness th a t I’m fitted for, and A nnie
th re a te n s to go back to w ork. Now,
you know I c a n 't stan d a n y th in g like
th a t. I'm too m uch of a m an to be
supported by any woman.
He looked tow ard U nderw ood in a
stupid kind of way, as If looking for
som e sign of approval, but he w as dis
appointed. U nderw ood’s face w as a
study of suprem e Indifference. H e did
not even appear to be listening. Some
w hat disconcerted,
H ow ard again
raised the glass to his lips, and thus
refresh ed , w ent on:
“T hen I thought of you, old chap.
Y ou’ve m ade a rousing su ccess of it—
got a big nam e a s a r t co llecto r— m ade
lost of money and all th a t— ”
U nderwood im p atien tly in te rru p te d
him.
" I t’s Im possible, Jeffries. T h in g s are
a little hard w ith me, too, ju s t now.
You'll have to w ait for th a t $250.”
H ow ard grinned.
“ 'T ain t the $250, old m an, I didn't
w ant th at. I w ant a couple of thou
sand."
Underwood could n o t h elp laughing.
"A couple of th o u san d ? W hy not
m ake it a m illion?”
H ow ard’s dem and s tru c k him as be
ing so hum orous th a t he s a t dow n con
vulsed w ith lau g h ter.
Looking a t hint stu p id ly , H ow ard
helped him self to a n o th e r drink.
"It seem s I’m a h it," he said w ith a
grin.
Underwood by th is tim e had recov
ered his com posure.
"So you’ve done n o th in g since you
left college?” he said
"No,” answ ered H ow ard. "I don’t
seem to get down to an y th in g . My
ideas w on't stay in one piace. I got a
job as tim e-keeper, but I d id n ’t keep
it down a week. 1 k e p t th e tim e all
right, but It w asn’t th e rig h t tim e.”
Again raising th e g lass to his lips, he
added: "T h ey 're so b e astly particu
lar."
"You keep p re tty good tim e w ith
th at," laughed U nderw ood, pointing to
the whisky.
H oward grinned in dru n k en fashion.
" It's the one th in g I do punctually,"
he hiccoughed. "I can row , swim,
play tennis, football, golf and polo as
well as anybody, b u t I’ll be dam ned if
I can do anything q u ite as w ell as I
can do th is.”
"W hat do you w ant $2,000 for?” de
m anded U nderwood.
I've got an o p p o rtu n ity to go Into
business. I w ant $2,000 an d I want
it deuced quick."
Underwood shrugged h ls shoulders.
"Why don't you go hom e and ask
your fath er?" he d em anded.
Hls visitor seem ed offended a t the
suggestion.
"W h at!" he exclaim ed, w ith comic
surprise, “a fte r being tu rn e d out like a
dog w ith a young w ife on my hands!
N ot m uch—no. I’ve Injured their
pride. You know fa th e r m arried a
second tim e, loaded m e dow n with a
stepm other. She's all rig h t, but she's
so confoundedly a risto c ra tic . You
know her. Say, d id n 't you and she—
w asn't th ere som e so rt of an engage
m ent once? Seem s to m e I—”
U nderwood rose to h ls fe e t and ab
ruptly tu rn ed his back.
“I'd ra th e r you w ouldn't g et person
al,” he said curtly. S ittin g down at a
desk, he began to ru m m ag e w ith some
papers and, tu rn in g im p atien tly to
Howard, he said:
"Say, old m an, I’m v ery busy now.
You'll have to excuse m e.”
If H oward had been sober, he would
have understood th a t th is w as a pret
ty strong hint for him to be gone, but
in his besotted condition, h e did not
propose to be disposed of so easily-
T urning to U nderw ood, h e b u rs t out
with an a ir of offended d ig n ity :
"U nderw ood, you w o u ld n 't go back
on me now. I’m an o u tc a st, a pariah,
a derelict on the ocean of life, as on*
of my highly re sp e c ta b le u n cles wrote
me. Hls g ra n d fa th e r w as an Iron pud-
dler.” W ith a d ru n k en lau g h he went
on: "D oesn't It m ake you sick? 1®
no good because I m a rrie d th e girl. B
I had ruined h e r life I'd still be »
decent m em ber of so ciety .”
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Sardines Suggested It.
R ichard C roker, a t a luncheon
Palm Beach, w as rem in d ed , by
course of grilled sard in e s, of a story.
“ You know, of course,” he said, "tl
H orse G uards at W hitehall In Londfl
T hey are the finest E nglish regime!
Every man Is over six feet, from tl
colonel dow n, and on guard befo
W hitehall, with their Jack boots, th«
snowy buckskin breeches, their eo<
tnous shakoes and their brass bre®
plates, they make, on their fine hors*
an Imposing s ig h t
"O nce, as I motored past Whitebs
I saw a little street urchin leaping '
and down before one of the ststi
guards in hls bright, bulging bre*
plate, and shouting:
“ 'Now, then, old tin Jacket I
after rou with a sardine openerl*“