Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, December 3, 1914, Page 2

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FLORIDAINATIONAL VAULT GO reinforced is at We have ev- erything needed to ride or drive a horse and of good quallty at rcason- ablg prices, From the heaviest team harness to the lightest buggy har- ness this {s headquarters. Special attention to repait work of all kinds. \ 3 7 The Biggest Family In This Town Is the " Family of Readers of —— THIS PAPER Wm&-s-cw«m~~s~s~w-s«m § LAKE PARKER ¢ BOAT HOUSE % ' JOYLAND PARK) 3 gpower Boats and Row Boats P Special Rates to Fishing and Picnic Parties Best Service—Reasonable_Rates W. F. MooxNEY, Prop. P. O. Box 32 Residence Phone 234 Black - TOTITOTOTOTOZOTOTOTOTOZOTOTOTOIOTIT0IO0Z) GREEN GOODS GAME. By WILLIAM H. OSBORNE. The brand new dress suit case of the long legged chap upon the ferry . boat, published to the world at large ; that his name was Hiram Jenkinson. It also indicated in fresh black let- ters that his home was Sandy Marsh, N.J. His clothes were new. That he was quite a countryman and a back- woodsman was quite patent, chiefly ' because he had apparently made every | effort to hide all rural traces. If he | had worn long whiskers and a slouch hat, people probably would have ta-' ken him for an eccentric urbanite; | | | they might never have suspected his ! As it was, none could | be mistaken. Mr. Hiram Jenkinson ! was a countryman, through and through. In his eye there was a con- siderable amount of shrewdness. This deepened as he hauled from his breast ; pocket a small envelope and read and reread its contents. He did this se- cretly. The note inside was type- written,- and inclosed with it was a crisp new dollar bill, through which | was stuck a cheap brass scarf pin. “Dear sir,” ran this letter, “as per yours in answer to our first, we in- close handsome article advertised, which you can easily dispose of any- where. We are in the market for any number of these articles and are dis- posing of them to a select few at 20 cents apiece. They will bring one dollar anywhere. We will furnish 500 of these for $100; 1,000 for $200 and s0 on. This offer is unlike any pre- vious one. These articles are the gen- uine stuff, stamped from dies obtained from Washington, D. C. Trusting you will like the pin, and that we shall hear from you at once, we remain yours, ete., D. C. Wilkes & Co. P. S. Telegraph only the following mes- sage: ‘Ten tons of coal,’ if you desire to deal.” This letter, of course, though Mr. Jenkinson only grasped half the truth, was the letter of a green goods gang. It had been ingeniously prepared, so hayseed origin. Uframs Found Themselves Looking Into the Barrels of Two Revolvers. that a cursory reading of it gave the } impression that it related to the pin; i solely to the bill. Strange as it may seem, there are many fish in the sea that as yet have been uncaught, and Mr. Jenkinson, unfortunately for him, wasg about to nibble at the bait. Now, the green goods game is as old as the hills. It is a scheme based upon the safe premise that the victim being as guilty in intent as the mem- bers of the gang, will never squeal. Messrs. D. C. Wilkes & Co. con- sisted of a gentleman known by the name of Shifty Shift, and another of the name of Strong Arm Smith. Bach of these gentlemen were men on whom the police of the borough of Manhat- tan had long had a wary eye, but at whose door it had as yet been unable to lay directly any crime. Mr. Shifty Shift and his companion were working the green goods game in a manner all their own. “It's great, Shift,” said Smith, “sim- ply great. We don't need no goods, no paper, no money, no nothin.' It's a snap. And we can't get caught.” Messrs. Shifty Shift and Strong Arm Smith had waited at the ferry to note the arrival of Hiram Jenkinson. They saw him, but did not then approach him. They wanted to be sure they were not watched. “The post office fellers,” said Smith, “haven’t got onto us yet, but we don't want to take no chances. Plain Clothes Billers of headquarters has got his suspicions, and by George, we don’t want to have him a-reckonin’ of us up.” Mr. Jenkinson made for the east side of the town and the two men fol- lowed him. The coast seemed clear. There were no followers of Mr. Hiram Jenkinson, Jenkinson, an East side corner, after considera- ble trouble, and then looked about him. No sooner had he done so than two well-dressed gen- tlemen approached him. They were | Shift and Smith of D. C. Wilkes & stopped and | { Co. “Mr. Hiram Jenkinson?” Strong Arm Smith. Mr. Jenkinson looked blankly at him. He was not to be taken in. Mr. Strong Arm Smith nodded. asked “Buffers and booze,” said Strong' Arm Smith. Then for the first time Hiram Jenkinson's face cleared. “Boozers and buff,” he answered. It was a pass word previously arranged upon. “Then you're all right,” said the countryman, relieved. “I wasn't going to give myself away until I was sure that you were you and not | somebody else.” Smith nodded. “Come this way,” he ' ' directed. Silently the three men, the two sharpers and their victim, wend- ed their way down a side street. 8i- | lently they pushed open & door and en- tered a dark hallway; silently they W | ascended tho stairs. _Shifty Shift, who might be called the silent part- ner of the firm, ushered the three into a room, vacant except for an old ta-! ble and a chair. They motioned the i countryman to the chair, and he sat . down. Shifty closed the door and placed his back against it. Suddenly the attitude and bearing of the two men changed. They ap- proached the table and laid hands upon Jenkinson. “Look here, old fellow,” they an- nounced, “you're under arrest.” Jenkinson leaped to his “W-what!” he gasped. { Strong Arm Smith threw back his coat and displayed a shield. So did Shifty Shift. “The game's up, old feller,” they said; “we're detectives and we've watched you all the way up here from the ferry. We know that you've come into town to buy some counterfeit coin cheap, and we've already broken up the gang that wrote to you, and now . we're looking for you and all your kind.” Mr. Jenkinson grew pale. His eyes started from their sockets. “But— but—" he exclaimed, desperately. “That's all right,” they said, sooth- ingly; “we've got you. You can’t deny that you came on here to commit a crime, and you can’t deny that you've got on you now the document that'll prove it.” Jenkinson winced. The men smiled. “What have you got to say?” they in- quired. Jenkinson squirmed. “Ain’t there,” he inquired, “ain’t there no way out of this here thing?” he asked. Smith and Shifty Shift put their heads together for a moment. Then Smith addressed the farmer. “Now, look a-here,” said Smith, “we don't want to be too hard on you.! We've caught you all right. But no- body knows it. Maybe we can fix it up. How much money have you got?” Jenkinson, in his agitation, hauled out a roll containing about $200. They grabbed it, and counted it. “Here,” said one, “I'll tell you. We got to fix this thing with the captain around at the station house. You wait here till we fix it, and then we'll come around and let you go. But keep quiet here, or some other cop'll nab you. See?” Shifty Shift clapped Smith on the shoulder. “Come on,” he said, stuff- ing the roll in his trousers pocket, “we’ll go around to the station house, and then we'll come right back.” They turned their backs upon Jenk- inson. “I—I hope you can—can fix it,” said that gentleman, feebly. They did not answer. They strode toward the door and opened it. They were about to leave the room, when they heard from the rear a stentorian voice. “Halt!” sald this voice. They turned. The voice was Jenkinson’s. And when they turned they found themselves looking into the barrels of two revolvers held in the hands of that gentleman. That was one thing they noticed about him. Another was that his coat was thrown back and feet. whereas, of course, it was directed | on his breast appeared a shield—one that they knew was genuine. “You were goin’ ‘round,” drawled Mr. Jenkinson, “to the station house. I'll come with you, if you don’t mind.” “Three's a crowd,” said Smith, sul- lenly. “The more the merrier,” Jenkinson. So all three went. Two walked in front; Jenkinson and the revolvers walked behind. The cap- tain welcomed them in glee. *“Good,” sald the captain, “have you roped 'em in at last?” “I have,” said Jenkinson, solemnly. “What's the charge?” went on the captain. “Suspicious characters,” answered Jenkinson. The captain’s brow cloud- ed over. “Is that all?” he remarked. | “Not quite,” went on Jenkinson, “there's mare. Green goods game. Im- | personating officers. Obtaining money under false pretenses. Conspiracy. Swindling. Embezzlement. Using the mails for improper purpose—' “Anything more?” asked the cap- tain with a broad grin. i “Nothing,” returned Jenkinson, “ex- cept that they are a couple of blamed ! idiots to boot.” “How d'ye make that out?” growled Shifty Shift. “Because,” quoted returned the other sweetly, “you took me—me, for a way- back hayseed, whereas I'm Plain Clothes Biller of the force.” (Copyright, 1914, by Daily Story Pub. Co.) ! g il i, i New Style in Flats. A new style of architecture, novel and not unpleasing to the eve, has' been introduced in the Rue Paris. in a large six- story Vavin, house of { flats recently constructed. Each story the jay, finally reached | of the house retrogrades on the one below, leaving a wide balcony or ter- race in front of its windows. The | | house has a distinct resemblance to a | | huge flight of stairs. It is argued that | the hygienic advantages of such al method of construction quite compen- | state for the waste of space. l i it Prejudice. | “Papa, what is religious prejudice?” | “The convictions of some one else, my ! \ H son."—Life. . was being held by the women of the ture in learning of new uses for cotton. | years. | man said, characteristically: (Copyright, 1914, by the McClure Newspa- per Syndicate.) “It's the first really American thing | | I've seen the girls take an interest‘ in,” remarked young George Cameron. . He was selecting a tie to match the | :border on his handkerchief and the | stripe in his shirt. | “It is patriotic, isn’t it?” acquiesced . Willis Moore, as he twirled his stick like a drum major. “I fancy the ba- zaar will be a jolly bore though.” His friend turned on him. “Not at all. The prettiest things in town are to be models and they'll be diked in cotton from top to toe. Being well- | | known—get that ?—cotton brokers, you and I will be expected to attend and give our support.” “I think you'll give a good deal of tone with all those matched-up rags of yours,” Moore twitted his friend. “Me for the cotton bazaar, rags or ' no rags. Come on!” The two men left the bachelor apartment and found their way to the armory where the great cotton bazaar town. Cotton was to be on exhibi- tion and for sale in every conceivable form to educate the public in its uses and in this way help the country to dispose of its output in view of ',he| European war. George Cameron and Willis ‘\Ioore stood astonished at the doors as they approached. There were crowds every- , where, and not even the regiment on dress parade had brought so many out- | i siders to the armory building. | “Some bazaar,” laughed Moore. \ The two men strolled about from one exhibit to another. Cameron was | interested in the bazaar purely from a business standpoint and he took pleas- Willis Moore, he admitted it, was as much interested in the pretty girls displaying their wares and acting as models for various cotton garments as he was in the exhibition from its prac- tical point of view. “Cotton gloves! Gentlemen’s cotton evening gloves!” said a pleasant voice from within a booth. Cameron would have gone on, but his friend turned to the girl and he could not do otherwise than follow. “They don't look so bad, eh, George?" Willis said, taking a pair from the girl's hand. Cameron looked at them and then into the face of the girl who was offer- ing them for sale. He stopped short and dropped the gioves on the floor. Seeing that he was a fifth wheel on the wagon, Moore stepped on, and his friend went nearer to the glove booth. There was no other girl at the stand but the one who had offered the pair that still lay on the floor. Cam- ‘ eron, as if suddenly recalling the gloves, stepped back and picked them up. “I'll buy this pair, Helen, since | I've soiled them by my stupidity.” “Oh,” laughed the girl, “you needn’t—unless you like. But—TI think they're your size.” “It’s strange to find you helping with anything so—so useful and patriotic and—and thrifty, I might say,” George said, a little bitterly. “Not nowadays,” Helen said prompt- 1y, not noticing the bitter note in his voice. “You've changed?” Helen gave a series of decisive nods. “Very much,” she said, slowly. “I re- gret those frivolous years. I realize now that there is so much to do in the world besides thinking of one’s own pleasure. I'm as busy as possible now —since father lost so much of his busi- ness on account of the war—helping wherever I can—" “Helen—" interrupted George. she stopped him. “Oh—I don’t need to earn bread and ! butter, George, but I need to help oth- | ers who have to earn it. I—" I “Don’t say any more. Let me come to see you again, Helen, and—" l “Buying up the whole stock, | George?” interrupted Willis Moore, ir- ! relevantly, stepping up to them. | “Will you?” whispered George. l Helen dodded, laughing. George in- . troduced Willis Moore to her and the three talked of nothing for a few mo- ments. ' The cotton show now held just one ! interest for George Cameron, and on | the following night he went to it again to take the fair glove sales- | woman home and to tell her all that | he had wanted to tell her for three She listened and said yes all over again When George told his friend Willis Moore about his engagement the young “So it was you who had to ‘cotton’ i on to something at the show—not yours truly, after all? Shake.” { But Auto Beats the Wink, “What did you think of the motor | car race, Pat?” “I didn’t see it.” “You didn't see it? at the track.” “Yis, I was at the thrack; but I had to wink just at the wrong toime, and whin I got thru the race was over.”— Judge. Why, I saw you Seeking Knowledge. “l wish there was some way of knowing all about the pronunciation of the queer names we encounter in the news.” “Here is a list showing how every one of them is pronounced.’ “Yes. 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