Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, November 25, 1903, Page 8

“THE “DOUBLE (Copyright, 103, by Frank B. Moore.) They all had their hammers out that | winter in Buena Vista. It seemed, too, as 1t Providence had joined the knockers and | was using a sledge. On'y a few steadfast souls like the able and conservative editor of the Evening Journal remaligd firm. In every fssue, editorlally, he advocated hope, unity and progression in one column, while in the next he chastised with stinging ad Jectives the president of the railroad whe had ordered the shops moved away. Buena Vista was a rallroad town. Four long, slender lines of steel glistened through its suburbs, met in its heart and led away toward the points of the compass over the billowy prairies that touched the vague horizon—in summer a blending green ‘and blue, in winter merging brown and gray. The shops were the life of: it; all divisions centered there and every two men in three had something to do with the rail- road. Round about it lay the most fertile jmgricultural land that God had set down in the center of the state men had named Missour!. ¥ Old General Gordon de Smet, coming back from the Mexican war, had camped on @ sloping green and, with a poetical {fancy, called it Buena Vista—Good View. 'wenty miles away he had seen a herd of “antelope that furnished supper for his Jcump. Hurrying argonauts had stumbled into a fringe of cottonwoods along a smooth ipraivie stream and they cal'ed it- Bilver river. There they stayed. The soldler, the old seeker, the natural born farmer from Virginia agreed that heaven smiled quite Joyously on them, and so, happily, one fmorning the sun rose on a row of low, fwooden houses where the night before It "had set on a straggling group of tents. #And Buena Vista was on the map. Then bame the rallroad and the town grew. None remember why it was, and few @oarcely recall when it was, but a magnate whose nume two decades ago was the best kigwe in Wall street swore veng agiinst the town, “I shall make the grass ance gTow In your THE UMAHA DAILY BEE: WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 1903, - GHICAGO and RETURN Tickets on sale November 28, 29 and 30; return limit December 7. The Chicago Special leaves at 7:00 a. m.—a daylight train to Chicago. The Vestibuled Flyer leaves at 4:00 p. m.—the early morning train into Chicago. The Burlington’s Number 12 leaves at 8:05 p. m., arriving Chicago at 9.03 the next morning. All the above trains carry comfortable chair cars, seats free; up-to-date palace sleeping cars, the kind with the large toilet rooms and roomy berths; the Burlington dining cars—you pay for what you order—every equipment to make traveling comfortabl Burlington pute ROSS” AT BUENA VISTA By Frank B. Moore. streets,” he sald, and left the councll of citizens In a towering rage. His name and his son's name dally appear in the second column on the editorlal page of the Kve- ning Journal. From that day the prosper- ity of the thriving city of 20,000 began to wane. Even the able and conservative ed- itor of the vening Journal, while adv | cating hope, unity and progression pubiicly in its columns, privately admitted that it | 1ooked blue for Buena Vista. With a | stanch few he organized a Business Men's club. “Knocks for knockers” was their motto~"We must get manufactures,” their watchword. “We have depended altogether tdo long on the railroad for our prosperity,” an ar- ticle read in the Journal after the first me2ting of the club. “Let us ngw ‘urn our attention to something more &: bstantial. We have coal and water here in abundan and our natural resources should be de veloped.” 80 it came to pass that much correspond: ence with commerclal centers near and far began to attract notice to the advantages of Buena Vista as an admirable site for factories. There was no surprise, therefore, when one fine April morning an unpretentious and businessllke stranger called Major Willlam Turner, the oldest real es tate dealer in Puena Vista, and extended a card by way of introduction. It read “Benjamin X. Audrey, Buftalo, N. Y." Mr, Audrey asked a great many questions about property values and spent three days very pleasantly the guest of members of the realty dealing fraternity, who saw that he dined regularly, drank at moderate in- ervals and rode behing good horses over 1l the suburbs and vacant places Within a week Mr. Audrey of Buffalo had properly drawn options every one of the dozen cholcest building sites in the town. He wore a very cheerful look as he bade his new-made friends au revoir “You will hea from me soon,’” he sald to the littlz group of real estate men on the station platform things were 0- seemingly taking a Old Underoof Rye There are plenty of whiskies you can et for less moncy g e. But it is poor than Old Underoof cconomy to save the slight difference in cost when you can get Underoof quality. It is soft, pure, de- licious, and has the least reactive effect. CHAS. DENNEHY & CO., Chicago upon | The Observation Cars on the Chicago Special and Number 12 are l more roseate color the ancient enmities of the prosperous days were revived, and when the erstwhile friends of Mr. Audrey of Buffalo looked after the departing train, in the mind of each one thought was up- permost—that deal must be mine, As a natural consequence there was a growing reticence manifest in real estate circles. “It's a fine day,” sald Captain Wolfiey, “real estafe and fire insurance,” dryly to Major Turner. “A very fine day, ‘ndeed,” replied Major Turner politely to Captain Wolfley. “But there may ve rain soon. We need it,”" interpolated fenator Carmack, with an ebullition of brilllancy that was truly remarkable for a man who made his mark oratorically as lieutenant governor and presiding officer of the state senate in the leglislature of 1886, Not a word was sald about the dozen op- tions the gentlemanly Mr. Audrey was carrying off in his inside pocket, but each | Buena Vistan hoped his own would return profitably. For the mext three days a profound and all-pervading sllence reigned over the real estate and manufactufing situation. Rec- ords in the court house received a thumb- ing as records never recelved before. There was an undertone of adroit inquiry that set the keen nose of Eddie Hustle, the Journal's local editor, on the scent of a story, Eddle knew that Major Turner's clerk, Larry O'Brien, was a bright boy, and he invited him out to play pool. Larry enjoyed winning four games easily, and poured a steln or two of beers through his green cravat, but he was second cousin to the sphinx on business matter. 1t was April “4—Major Turner remem- bered the day because it was his birthday— @ gentleman of imposing appearance regis- tered at the Elks, the leading hotel, as “John L. Wilson, Detroit.” Mr. Wilson wore a silk hat, new and glistening, a ruddy complexion and sidewhiskers of that tinge. He looked prosperous, and might e taken for ‘the old man” in any large business concern. That was the Impression young Earl Saunderson, secretary of the Business Men's club, received -when Mr. Wilson of Detroit called on him to make a few inquirles. “Yes, I am interested in manufacturing in Detroit,”” Mr, Wilson admitted to Major Turner, when discussing business matters an hour later. Mr. Wiison was greatly chagrined to learn that an option was already taken on a beautiful bullding site owned by the major. His disappointment seemeu to deepen as he saw agent after agent and found apparently that all the desirable sites for manufactories were held at op- tion by a man who had been looking over the field a few days before. ‘An option on that for $7,000!" he said re- gretfully to Mr. Burdick of Burdick & Mevers. “Why, I would have made it $10,00 spot cash." In the course of two days Mr. Wilson of Detroit had admired twelve beautiful bulld: ing sites in Buena Vista and had praised them far beyond thelr market value; he had also created the impression that h was a manufacturer of furniture, of im mense wealth, and that his irm was intem on establishing & southwestern branch. The day after Mr. Wilson's departure Mr Audrey appeared in Buena Vista. “Ah, Major Turner,” he cheerily re marked, as he stepped into that gentle s office. I have returned to discuse \er my proposition with you." sell what I'll do, Mr. | 1 @@ - o1 $100 for that option,” | re shortly. Isn't the land for Audrey the major you sale, or have you a better offe! think I'll hold on to it a little while he option is yours for 30" the stranger agreed after & litle reflection. equipped with particularly attractive and convenient lounging rooms. Tickets, 1502 Farnam Street. “All right,” sald Major Turner, thinking of the greater profit he would make; “it's $600."" It was a busy day for Mr. Audrey. When it became known he was in town there was a general search for him. He sat in his room at the Elks hotel and received real estate agents all the forenoon, When the last one had gone he held in his hand a dozen checks aggregating $6,000. “The manufacturing business does pay,” he murmured to himself satistyingly, as he sent below for a highball. Then Mr. Au- drey buttoned his coat, stepped out to the First National bank and converted his checks into cash, ' Uader the influence of a soft, brown curl brushing his cheek in the cool of the eve- ning, Larry O'Brien forgot his maxim that day—‘a still (ongue denotes'a wise head.” In a rubber-tired buggy he was whirling through a suburban lane with his first sweetheart beside him and his mind dwelr on the future. “There’s a big furniture factory coming from Detroit and the town'll be fixed,” sald Larry characteristically to Mabel. The soft breezes were bringing up from the south the freshening odors of spring. The way- side grasses were murmuring to the sprout- ing daisies. Larry quoted a familiar lne from “Locksley Hall," then he told a great deal more about the coming enterprise— all in “strictest confidence.” When the drive ended and Mabel was set down at her own gate she found her dearest triend, Catherine, there. It would be no be trayal of confidence to tell her the joyous the way home told her dear friend, Edna; Edna told Rosemary and by 9 o'clock the intimate chum of the intimate chum o1 Mabel's dearest friend, down to the ninth something remarkably interesting doing in business circles. The Hon. Horatio Mulberry, attorney-at- law, was removing his dressing gown pre- paratory to retiring when his daughter, Geraldine, burst into the room and asked if he knew “a big furniture factory was coming from Detrolt."” “Yes, it's all settled,” sald Geraldine, add~ ing naively, “everybody knows It.” Judge Mulberry thought that he knew a little more about furniture factories than anbody else In that town, and when his daughter's revelation to him he thoughtfully drew his fingers across his chin while he pondered. Then he took off his slippers and began to draw on his shoes “There's an important letter in my offie that should get off on the midnight train, he sald in response to his wife's anxious inquiry as to where he was ging “at that time of the night.”. “I've just remembered i Instead of going to his own office, how- ever, he went to the telegraph office and wrote this dispatch addressed to a SBaginaw manufacturer: Agent of Detroit people here mysterfously. If we can make announce ment now the field is ours. Then Judge Mulberry returned home and to rest. . “There surely is something doing,” sald Operator Jack Whitney to his chief in the telegraph office at noon the next day. is the twelfth message of this kind I've sent today."” He sat at the key and clicked off: John L. Wilson Detroit Mich.—Your of- fer is accepted. Answer Willlam “There must be some awakenings in the old town,” sald Peter Osterbach, proprietor of the Cafe Owl, to his chef, at the same came Turner. hour. “This Is twelve small three tonight and all of theni ordered by real estate men. 'What is doing, eh? Three score hot birds and more than tidings. She told Catherine; Catherine ou | relation of confidantes, knew that there was | moving: | “Thix | dinners for | we'll | the chef of Cafe Owl at 9 o'clock. The large dining-room was decorated with small flags and a dozen tables were arrayed in snowy linen. | “I can’t understand it yet how dem fel- lers has reasons for blowing themselves,” commented Herr Osterbach to himself. | “But it may be a surprise party—like leap | year, maybe."” That evening Major Turner and his two friends were the first to arrive. The major stopped in slight amazement when he saw the ample preparations and brilliantly lighted dining-room. “Why, what's going on here, a banquet?" he asked the proprietor. “Ach, yes! Some small dinner parties! You are one!” Herr Osterbach was broad- Iy smiling. “Your table it was here.” Presently Mr. Burdick of Burdick & Meyers sauntered irf with two friends, “Ah, major, a little dinner party! I am laving a birthday myselt,” he sald. The 1ival real estate men eyed each other | suspiclously and when Senator Carmack appeared with two friends, closely followed by Captain Wolfley and his two guests, the air of mystery increased. Seven more trios were quickly added to the dlners, and the repartee was replete with innuendo, ‘Now, major,” urged one ot furner's | guests, “what's the good news—what's it all about? What the devil s all this mys- tery for? The duck is good, but you had a birthday last week.” “Be patient,” replied the veteran real es- | tate dealer, wondering some himself what the explanation was to be. “I'm expecting | & telegram and if it comes it may enlighten | Covert glances were exchanged from time to time between the tables, but none of | the reserve of the dozen hosts extended to the two dozen guests at the feast. “I suppose we'll have the surprise opened | for dessert,” suggested City Treasurer Langhart, who sat at Captain Wolfley's table. “I hope dessert will not be puzzle plo- tures,” protested Captain Earhart of Com- pany D, N. F. M, from a table on the other side of the room. While the corks were popping the Hon. | Horatlo Mulberry entered, accompanied by | & suave, smooth faced, stockily built man, whom he introduced to those nearest him as “Mr. Jerome, a New York detective and an old friend of mine. He's out here on the trall of uple of smooth crooks wanted in his town, who are supposed to be working in this nelghborhood.” | “Judge, won't'you join us?" asked one of a convivial trip. “We're attending & surprise party, and you might as well be | in at the Anisk “If there's anything | answered, and sought | friena At that moment a messenger boy ap- peared with a bunch of telegrams in his hand. He went from one table to another and began to distribute them, the last to | the Hon. Horatio Mulberry. His was the | only steady hand that lifted the yellow envelope and tore the end. The others favored were the dozen hosts of the dinner parties. “Now it's coming!" All together! ‘elephone the news to Mary!" And kindred remarks calculated to make & rift in the suspense were passed along. There followed a moment of permeating | silence. Judge Mulberry are held aloft his telegram, and said: entlemen, 1 have here a bit of very | pleasing news. Listen.” And he read, with | delib thon BAGINAW, Mick April To the iHon Horatio Mulberry, Buena ta, M Tell that we accept your offer, and ge southwestern ctory ie.your city. The Universal Furniture Company H. B. THOMPSON, President. a o lawyer his left,” the a table with thyee score cold bettles were prepared hy‘ “Hurreb for Buena Vista!" some one cried, and a chorus went up from every throat. “That's it,”” said Major Turner, quietly, folding his telegram and putting it in his pocket, The others were quick to follow the act, and only the Imp who delivered them knew that the other twelve telegrams were from Detroit and read: “John L. Wilson not kpown here,” YE OLD-TIME LADIES’ MAN Oharacteristics of a Unique Individual Who Flourishes in Differ- ent Age: Out of old newspapers, as well as “out of old books,” come fragments of vecorded experfence and ripe wisdom oftentimes apropos to present-day conditions. The characteristics of “a ladies' man" ure pithily set forth in a copy of the Nantucket Inquirer for 1828, in a style probably framed on the famous Addison, ar.d the conclusion of the whole matter 18 reached ihrough a series of sometimes apt, always quaintly flavored comparisons. “There have been characters In all ages of the world to whom this mot{o has been applicable. It would not be ‘difficul in sacred history, to point out a few, ut least, who were similar to such as are at the present time denominated ladies' men; and profane history abounds with instances almost innumerable. But to o back to re- mote ages of the world, even to the time that ‘Jacob kissed Rachel,' for a character to exhibit in this speculation would be quite unnecessary, for the present age fur- nishes a great variety of specimens. “First—A ladies' man is not like a gen- tleman’s man. The former addresses him- self to the passions, the latter to the un- derstanding; the formes attempts to be witty, while the latter is contented with being regarded as a man of sense; the for- mer compliments the ladies, in hopes of being complimented in turn; the latter speaks In terms of commendation from a consclousness of femule merit; the former affects more complalsance than he feels, the latter feels more than he expresses; the former is always adulatory, the latter is always candid; the former I3 always fawning, the latter is always respectful; the former expresses friendship without feeling it, the latter, often from motives of delicacy, conceals that which he feels; the former is always gay, the latter is al- ways polite; the former is always unre- served, the latter s discreet; the former is ambitious of distinguished attentions, the latter contents himseif with a reason- able share; the former would fain make the ladies belleve they are a race of superior beings and too divine for a terrestrial residence, the latter confers on them u Just tribute of honor by regirding them as rational creatures, and, like the other sex, designed to be at least a while on earth before being translated to the empyrean abodes of bliss; the former is admired only by ladies of weak mind, the latter re- ceives the homage and respect from women of the brightest vnderstanding; the for mer, itke a meteor, may dazszle for a mo- ment, the latter shines with a steady aud serene light; the former makes a better gallant than husband, the latter a better husband than gallant; the former is de- spised by the most valuable part of both sexes, the latter is esteemed by all whose esteem Is worth having. “We shall now"—the writer has laid his foundation—"sttempt Uriefly to show what & ‘ladies’ man' is like. He is like a baboon, decked In gay attire, that attracts atten- tion by fantastic and ridiculous tricks; le is like a lunatic, for he makes sonnets to the moon and recites tender stanzas to the ladies; Le is ke a butterfly, fond of lving among flowers, but makes no honey; he Is like a serpent, that fascinates to destroy he is like a jackdaw, because he “hinks he has no equal; he Is (ke a weathercock, turned in any direction by a sigh; he is like a mole, for you never know where to find him; he is like & mock sun, which shines only in an impure atmosphere; he is liko the dew, for he passeth off in vapors; he is like & mermald, never what he appears to be; he Is like froth, for he dwells only on the surface of things; and, indeed, he I8 like anything except a true gentleman and a profitable companion.”—New York Tribune. —— TOD SLOAN ASKS DAMAGES American Jockey Wants French Joekey Club to Pay Him Forty Thomsand Doll, PARIS, Nov. 2.—The suit of “Tod" Sloan, the American jockey, against the French Jockey club came up in the civil court to- day. Sloan clalms $40,000 damages for ) ing warned off the turf in connection with Count De Sain-Phalles’ Rose De Mal, win- ning the race for the prix de Diane, at the Chantilly races, May 17, 1%2. The case Is attracting much sttention, as it Involves the Jockey club's sole control of the furf administration. Maltre Laborl began the presentation of Sloan's case by protesting against the ae- tion. The main point of M. Laborl's argu- ment was that Sloan belng in this ca neither the trainer, mor the jockey, but merely employed to gallop horses, was not subject to the jurisdiction of the club. The case was adjourned for a week. IF YOU DON’T LIKE THE ROOM YOU HAVE If your room is not warm— move — you will find an in- teresting directory of rumes- all parts of town—all prices in The Bee want ad pages. Tel. 238. Want Ad Dept.