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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 -
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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. , .
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