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1 THE BEE: OMAHA, SUNDAY. UUUBhK ltf. Itf2l. UP JEUtf-EWT FATHER. JA? AMOTKEB USE oR, THE. OWES X ' fill " 7 7lMlH' . ' V ft 1 : ROAD CLOSED, DETOUR -;- 1 L 1 .. tk j .1.- i !... til II '.1 - . 1 FOLLIES OF THE PASSING SHOW By Han Signs of Fall JJjASELUAfcTfcfUTCN A UTTLCMO CLCTHING NOW H6M 'SMB. G6ES OUT YOU CULTIVATE. . PERSON H3 mu ,3a. war THE. BOSS LEAVES TS PEMELOP A BUSINESS PBOSPECTNTfe DUCK. COUMTR The Peremmiaucstricw mas returned TO ROOST Continurd Yttmx Tut 8-M. second sleepless night Sam Oliver started in at the beginning of things. He called to mind the first time he had ever seen this woman, called to mind every impression he naci re corded as he watched her that day from, his vantage point on the top step of the city hall. He made that 'whole scene Jivo over in his mind flashed it on the screen; picked it to pieces, detail by detail Then, at half past two that morn ing he chuckled to himself. Five minutes later he was fast asleep. Fast asleep, with all his questions an swered. Fast asleep over a problem that solved itself. At eight o'clock that morning he reached his - private office. Elmer Quayle and the little Warner girl -were waiting for him. "Now. then," said" Sam Oliver curtly, "suppose you show me the letter that you received from Rossi ter F. Jones, the stockbroker." "It's a good letter, anyway," said Elmer Quaylc. It was.. It was a letter a week old. It congratulated Elmer Quayle warmly on his heroism it set forth in plain and honest but well rounded phrases with what pride Rossitcr F. Jones of Riv-er City contemplated tlnf eplf-arrifirinl nrt. The letter did not stop there. It went further, to remind Elmer Quayle that.hough there were no strings tied to the twenty-five thousand dollars that he had in hand, yet, after all, there was a trust imposed upon him to make the money do the best it could. That tneant investment carefully consid ered. Not wildcat speculation not that. Investment in solid security. "Mr. Jones says," smiled Sam Oli ver, "that no man should expect more than fifteen per cent in divi dends upon any safe investment He knows of one particularly safe in vestment that is yielding that much income. He advises you to waste no time investigating Papakating common. So far so good. Elmer, have you ever met this man?" "I've seen him," nodded Elmer Quayle "Don'tyou think," queried Peggy Warner innocently, "that fifteen- per cent is a rather small return:" "I think," said Sam Oliver, "that his letter contains some excellent ad vice which is, to keep away from tharks. Suppose you write this Ros siter F. Jones and find out all yon can about his Papakating common " "I'll write him right away," said Elmer Quayle. "When you get his answer, comf to ni said Sam. One week later, in the evening, Prosecutor Sam Oliver made his way to the bachelor apartment of Rossi tcr F. Jones in the Guernsey .rms in P-iver City. Sam Oii w. at the other's invita tion, stamped into a chair and took one 6 Kiwsucr's cisr. "I was ; fl ing to' call upon yen it jour office. ,.Mr. Jones," he said, "but I was afraid the advent of the prosecutor there in broad daylight -might make a stir." . "Well, it might," smiled the other man, with a nervous twitch of his mouth. , "I'm here on business," went on Sam. "I have a client with real money. He wants to put up his twenty-five thousand dollars on Papakating common." "Who's your client?" queried Jones rfonhtfullv. "A young man of the name of Rossiter F. Jones nervously flicked the ashes from his cigar. "I've been reading all about him in the paper," he returned. "As you say, he's got twentv-five thousand dollars now. Eut this woman, Zelda Lindquist he's not liable to have that money long." "True," mused Sam Oliver: "hes fair game. If Zelda Lindquist doesn't get it, somebody else will" "Exactly," nodded Rossiter F. Jones. He smiled, almost banter iugly. "Why not do her out of it?" he suggested humorqusly. "Why not let somebody else get the money first?" "Not a bad idea," said Sam dryly. He thrust his hand in his breast pocket and drew forth' three sheets of paper. "Copies of the letters, Jones, that you sent Elmer Quayle" he said. Jones stared at him. "Look here," demanded Jones, "are you here in your official capacity as county pros ecutor?" ' "Nothing but," said Sam Oliver. "What's the matter with these let ters?" demanded Rossiter F. Jones. "Papakating common is the mat ter with the letters," said the prose cutor. "What's the matter with Papakat ing common?" demanded Jones. , . "Dividends, said Sam Oliver. "She's fifteen per cent stock and she's proved herself," retorted Jones. "She's been paying dividends for one whole year." "Out of principal," nodded Sam Oliver. . "Prove it," retorted Rossiter F. Jones. Sam Oliver held up his hand. "Ah," he nodded, "now we're getting down to cases. Now you're talking sense. I can't prove it." "1 thought so," returned Jones. "I can't prove it," went on Sam Oliver, "without spending, maybe, ten thousand dollars of the county's money to get my proof. But I know that what I say is true I have direct conclusive information on the sub ject" 'Prove it," persisted Jones. "Do you want me to start in?"! smiled Sam Oliver. "I dare you to start -in, said Jones. "Settled," sraiffd Sam Oliver. "I hand these lteri with my infor mation, to "United States District Attorney JoHne at 9 o'clock tomor row morning1. That won't cost River county anything. But it's my way of starting in. Do you want me to begin?" "No," said Rossiter F. Jones. "Exactly," . said Sam Oliver. "Proof or no proof, you . know as well as I do that you're done if it leaks out that the federal authori ties are interested in you. You're clone in River City after that you can't' sell a single share of stock. If I begin, you end. That's clear. Now, listen to me, Jones. Crime in RivcY county that I ctn prove-'-that I can indict and convict that sort of crime doesn't worry me at all. It's the offense? that I can't prove that turn my hair gray. You have been selling Papakating com mon to the school teachers of this town and it's paid them dividends, and they consider it the Bank of England. The whole town's gone crazy on Papakating common, and you know it. And this town is my town and this thing is going to stop. River City is no place for un desirables. You're an undesirable you've got to move on, or I'll know the reason why." "Hell, I'll let go," said Jones. "I'm not stuck on your town, anyway. You've educated River City to the limit. I can . hardly make a living here, I tell you those. How much time will you give me to get my house in order and clear out?" Sam Oliver made a rapid calcula tion on a piece of papet "Six months," he said, "provided you'll stop active trading in objectionable stocks right now." The eye of Rossiter F. Jones brightened. "And that's all there is to it?" he demanded. Sain Oliver energetically shook his head. "No., he returned, "that isn't all there is to it, not by a darned sight There's a condition to fulfil!." "What's the condition?" queried Rossiter F. Jones, warily. Sam Oliver drew up his chair. "Jones," he said. "I told you awhile back that it would cost River coun ty $10,00C to convict you. y "Right," said Jones.. "River county." went on Sam Ol iver, "is going to reward you for saving it expense." He drew forth his checkbook and scribbled in it a moment. Jones' eyes popped from his head. Sam waved a slender piece of paper in to air to dry it "That's the first thing," went on Sam. "The second is that we've got a. woman here who's likely to win her case. Well and good. Well I want that $25,000 snatched from her in the verv instant of her triumph. Mn Jones," he went on, "here is my in dividual check to your order for ?2.000. It is yours." "And what do you want done with it?" demanded Jones, in tones of wonder. ' Sam Jones crept to the door of the Imng room and closed it He bad something particular to sav to Rossiter F. Jones. He said it. The saying of it lasted far into the nieht i The Lindquist-Quayle breach of promise case was reached lor trial late in November. As luck would have it, the jury impaneled in the case was a jury of young men. This was bad enough, but Sam Oliver couldn't help it. Eleazer Grindstone plunged into his own case with his customary vigor and vim, and took his jury along with him as he went. He had it, all his own way until the second morning of the trial. He had a sympathetic, winsome, win ning woman on the witness stand capable ot hypnotizing any & men all at once, either in or out of a jury box. These 12 ate her story up. She was to them as she once had been to Elmer Quayle. Eleazer Grindstone played her up for all that she was worth. Finally he took his seat. "Cross-examine," he said to Sam Oliver. Sam Oliver arose. He smu ed gently at the pathetically beauti ful plaintiii. "I want to bring out all the facts," said Sam. "Your counsel has intro duced in evidence the letters that Elmer Quayle wrote you? "Yes," nodded the witness. "But he has not introduced in evi deuce the letters that you wrote to Elmer Quayle? "No," said-the witness. "Love letters?" Queried Sam The witness blushed. "Love let ters," she assented. Sam Oliver drew from his pocket a slender batch of letters. "I'm going to show you, he went on. live letters that you've written." "Let mc see them," said the wit ness. Sam shook his head. "I will hold these letters in my hand," he said. "I want you to identify your signa ture. I exhibit to you tne name Zelda Lindquist signed 911 number one. Look merely at the signature. Is that your signature? Did you sign that letter?" "I did," said the fair lady on the stand. " "I'll have that letter marked for identification," said Sam Oliver. It was so marked. "Let me see that letter?" demand ed Grindstone, interested. Sam Oli ver shook his head and thrust the letter back into his breast pocket. "Not until I offer it in evidence," he said. - He exhibited to the witness a sec ond letter. "Is that your signature?" he queried. f "It is," returned the witness. Sam had the letter marked as v.clL He exhibited in turn, three other sig natures to the witness. She identi fied them all. "So much for your lore letters." smiled Sam Olivr-r, with the air of a man vho aimed to p'eae. "Now, fcr anot.icr thing. Xou hae al- rrxc!? testified that Elmer Quayle presented you with an engagement! rinr." "It is there upon the table," nod ded Zelda Lindquist . Sam Oliver picked it up. He picked Up Eleazer Grindstone's mag nifying glass and examined the en gagement ring with care. Then holding the engagement ring in his left hand, he pointed his right fore finger at. the witness. ,, "You will please remove your glove," he said. The witness turned to the court. "Take off your glove, madam," di rected the court - Zelda Lindquist slowly removed her right hand glove. Sam Oliver watched her with a curious smile upon his lips. "Very good," he said at length, "and now that you have the right one off, suppose you take the trouble to remove the left." "No," cried the witness. "Yes," said Sam Oliver. ".This is an outrage," cried the witness. "Why an outrage?" queried the court. "I think, madam, you had better take it off." The witness reluctantly removed her left hand glove. "Now" said Sam Oliver, "I shall try i this en gagement ring upon the third finger of your lejt hand." He proceeded to do so, but stopped. "But," he pro tested in surprise, "you have another ring upon that finger have you not?" "Yes," said the witness, "it is a ring I selected for myself." "This ring upon your finger," he persisted, "that belongs to you?" "It does," returned the witness de fiantly; "the ring is mine." At this junction there was inter ruption. A uniformed messenger entered the courtroom and made his way to the railing down in front. He whispered to a court officer. The court officer stepped up to the bench. The court listened to him, then held up his hand. The officer passed the message to the witness. She tore it open. No sooner had she done so than the color raced up into her neck suf fused her face. She flashed an angry glance toward Sam Oliver. "You thief 1" she cried. Sam merely smiled. The messenger pressed forward. "Any answer, lady? he inquired. "Yes," said Zelda Lindquist. Hur riedly she scribbled an answer on the back of the message itself, re placed it in its envelope, readdressed the envelope, and passed it once more to the messenger. Then Zelda Lindquist gianced once more at Sam Oliver. 'You thief," she cried again. . The court rapped for order. "I ask you now." said Sam. "to remove this ring that is now upon finger to permit me to place Elmer Quayle's ring where it once be longed." "Then you concede it once be longed there." exclaimed Grindstone. "I decline to do anything of the kind," said Zelda Lindquist. Sam Oliver waved his hand. "So be it," he returned. "Now, one step further, if you please. What is your business, -may I ask?" "I have no business," returned the witness. "But," persisted Sam Oliver, "you invest cash in stocks and bonds now and then, do you not? You take a fiver on the street? "I have no money to take flyers on the street to invest in stocks and bonds," returned the girl. "But surely," pleaded Sam, "at various times you have had some dealings with a broker of the name of Rossitcr F. Jones? "I have had some dealings," con ceded the witness, "with a Mr. Ros siter F. Tones." "You told Rossitcr F. Toiies all about your litigation here? "I told him iust.what everybody knew why not; "Who is this Rossiter F. Jones?". persisted sam Oliver. "He is", returned the witness, with something of . triumph in her tone, "a millionaire business man in town." The 'jury laughed. . "A millionaire business man in town," smiled Sam Oliver; "and in the course, of your dealings with him you have written him letters, have you not?" "I may have done so," said the witness. "Now," went on Sam, "tell me what business relations does this Rossiter Iv Jones bear toward you? I want the truth." . "He is." said Zelda Lindquist, "my confidential adviser." Sanl Oliver once more thrust his hand into his breast pocket. He pro duced the fire letters he had shown the witness at the opening of his cross examination. "Miss Lindquist," said Oliver, "you slated a moment ago here, under oath, that the signature upon these letters was your own. You also stated, and perhaps you thought, that these five letters were love letters written by you to Elmer Quayle. You thought so, didn't you? I show them to you once a-jain. To whom are they addressed?" "You thief." cried the witness sljril Jy, "you stole them. They are ad dressed to Mr. Rossiter F. Jones." "I'll have them marked, and I'll read them to the jury," s:ad Sam Oliver. r "You will not." exclaimed the woman on the stand. "Have it your own way," smiled Sam Oliver. "I'll let the jury read 'cm for themselves." He passed the letters to the jury. The jury snif fed at their insidious perfume. The jury read them. Some of the jury even blushed at them. "Now," said Sam Oliver, "that ring." 1 Zelda Lindquist tore the ring from her finger. Sam Oliver laid it ud- n the open paim of his hand. "Now." he proceeded, "without look ing at this ring, I feel free to assert that it is a betrothal ring presented by Mr. Rossiter F. Jones to you, the plaintiff in this case. Deny that if you can." The witness couldn't At least she didn't And as a matter of fact, it was, "Miss Lindquist, ' went 011 Sam Oliver, "I find that in these letters that you wrote to Rossiter F. Jones you say what once you had said to Elmer Quayle. You tell Rossi ter F. Jones that he, your first lover. has come into your life has swept you off your feet. I find you loved that you have never cared for anybody else, not even for this El mer Quayle. I find you telling Ros siter F. Jones that he is the only man you could ever pick out to- be your liusband and the father of your. children. "What if I do?" cried the witness. defiantly, "I am free to marry, am I not?" , Sam Oliver nodded. . "Miss Lind quist." he went 011, "will you tell this jury something that this jury wants to know? will you tell this jury how, if Rossiter F. Jones is the only man you ever loved the only, man you could pick to be your husband and the father of your chi dren; how, since this Rossiter F. Jones gave you a $1,000 engagement ring and promises 3rou $100,000 for your very own; how, in view of the fact that you say Rossiter F. Jones is a very wealthy" man; how, in view of the fact that you state ' here 111 your letters that you never cared foi Elmer Quayle my dear Miss Lind quist, tell this jury just how you are damaged in the case at bar?" Zelda Lindquist didn't tell them she couldn't tell them. So Sam Oli ver rested his defense on her own testimony then and there. The case went to the -jury. The jury came back .with its verdict inside of IS minutes'. The verdict was for El mer Quaylc. Immediately upon the rendition of the verdict Zelda Lindquist stormed up to Sam Oliver and thrust her clenched hand into his face. "You are a thief," she reiterated, "and ! shall have Mr. Jones arrest you for a thief." "Get him and let him prosecute," 3tniled Sam. He left the court room. From the court room he went direct to the S. T. & L railway station, by machine. He reached the station five minutes before the arrival of a through train bound for the west. As he leaped out of the motor car, Rossiter F. Jones darted out of the baggage room, clutched him by he arm, and drew him into a dark cor ner where they would be unobserved. "Did she get my messaeer" de manded Rossiter F. Jones. she did, said Sam Oliver and he wondered. Thank God, cried Jones, eat- nestly. "I couldn't let that girl know that I was in cahoots with you, You didn't tell her, did you?" "I did not." said Sain Oliver, "she still thinks that I'm a thief and that I had those letters stolen from your apartment here in town." "Thank God," said Jones again. "Why thank God so much?" asked Sam. "Good gosh," cried Jones enthusi astically; "the ifirl's a peach. She's my girl. I'm going to marry her.'M "Marry her, echoed bam UUver, "When where how?" ; "Tomorrow morning in Chicago," nodded Rossiter F. Jones. "The.: tightest knot I can get tied. By gosb prosecutor, I'm in love." He peered out through a dirty window. He clutched Sam Oliver feverishly by the arm. "By gosh, he whispered, "there she is now. Do me a favor, Mr. Oliver. I've kept faith with you. Do me the favoi. to keep well out of sight" - "Done," said Sam, "If you'll keep out of my sight for evermore." "Double done," said Rossiter F, ; Jones. . ; The train pulled in. Sam Oliver,' from a vantage point, watched Jone and Zelda Lindquist board the train. The conductor waved a signal to the engineer. The train drew slowly out. Sam Oliver, breathing a sigh of relief, emerged from his hiding place and was nearly knocked down for his pains. The man who nearly knocked him down was Joe Lind quist, Zelda Lindquist s brother. H looked about him . wildly, grabbed Sam Oliver excitedly the arm. "Tell me," demanded Joe Li quist, "have you seen Zelda a where? "Yes." roared Sam Oliver, sister's on that train withRosi r. Jones. She s going to mar. him." "With' Jones." yelled Joe Lind quist, "with Jones and going 'to marry him? Not on your life. Sister ; ;s .r nothing. That woman is my wife." ' A moment later he had tcrambted, , over the railing of the observation, platform, . had disappeared into the 1 ' ." v sjowly. moving train. Sam Oliver stood there and watched it out "of.'" . sight. Then he went back to his office. One of his assistants stopped -him with a wink. "Your client Elmer Quayle, haa ' got his girl inside," he said to"Sit,.t "I told 'era they would have 't. . wait. They shut the door on mtT' 5 f - f . r 4 V Let ein wait." imiled Sam. rubbed his Tianas and crmcroe-V it:-' "Well." he commented to hinue'. '.. - l-;1!.l o. or 1 l.irilo with stM. stone. The undesirables are on thehf IV- . ,. Ul. .ft !.'- nay, ivc ncui dtiu miu iik-,- and got 'em. Gee whiz, but it's good,'; to be back on the mam read once more." -. i. ' A new system of registering s.8" employed members so that priority , rights to available jobs will be tj- . sured t.iose longest out of work, hes just been put into effect by t'.e New- ork board ot th Amalgamated - Clothing Workers. , . v V "' 'J, r - A' 1