Jasper County Democrat, Volume 20, Number 60, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 27 October 1917 — The Real Man [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

The Real Man

By francis Lynde

SYNOPSIS. CHAPTER I—J. Montague Smith, Lawrenceville bank cashier and society man, receives two letters. One warns him that a note which he has O. K.’d With consent of Watrous Dunham, the bank’s president, is worthless. The other is a summons from Dunham. He breaks an appointment with Vera Richlander, daughter of the local millionaire, and meets Dunham alone at night in the bank. CHAPTER ll—Dunham threatens Smith with the police. Smith becomes aggressive. Dunham draws a pistol and is floored by a blow that apparently kills him. Smith escapes on an outgoing freight train. CHAPTER lll—Near Brewster, Colo., Dexter Baldwin, president of the Timanyoni Ditch' company, gets Smith an office job at the big dam the company is building. CHAPTER IV—Williams, chief engln«er, finds the hobo Smith used to money In big chunks and to making it work. The company is fighting concealed opposition and is near ruin. Smith is jokingly suggested as a financial doctor. CHAPTER V—Williams talks business to Smith, who will tell nothing of his past. Smith pushes a stalled auto away from an oncoming train and saves the colonel’s daughter Corona. CHAPTER Vl—While Corona looks on he drives off three bogus mining right claimants from the company’s land. CHAPTER Vll—The colonel takes Smith to his home and persuades him, in spite of Smith’s warning, to undertake the financial salvation of the company. CHAPTER Vlll—Crawford Stanton, hired by eastern interests to kill off the ditch company, sets his spies to work to find out who Smith is.

CHAPTER IX. When Greek Meets Greek. Smith allowed himself ten brief seconds for a swift eye-measuring of the square-shouldered, stockily built man with a gray face and stubbly mustache sitting in the chair of authority at the Brewster City National before he chose his line of attack. “We are not going to cut very deeply into your time this morning, Mr. Kinzie,” he began when the eye-appraisal had given him his cue. “You know the history of Timanyoni Ditch up to the present, and—well, to cut out the details, there is to be a complete reorganization of the company on a new basis, and we are here to offer to take your personal allotment of the stock off your hands at par for cash. Colonel Baldwin has stipulated that his friends in the original deal must be protected, and—” “Here, here —hold on,” interrupted the bank president; “you’re hitting it up a little bit too fast for me, Mr. Smith. Who are you, and whereabouts do you hold forth when you are at home?” Smith laughed easily. “If we were trying to borrow money of you, we might have to go into preliminaries and particulars, Mr. Kinzie. We are not alone in the fight for the water rights on the other side of the river, as you know, and until we are safely fortified we shall have to be prudently cautious. What we want to know now 1s this: Will you let us protect you by taking your Timanyoni Ditch stock at par?” Kinzie met the issue fairly. “I don’t know you yet, Mr. Smith; but I do

inow Colonel Baldwin, here, and I guess I’ll take a chance on things as they stand. I’ll keep my stock - .” The new secretary’s smile was rather patronizing than grateful. “As you please, Mr. Kinzie, of course,” he said smoothly. “But I’m going to tell you frankly that you’ll keep it at your own risk. I am not sure what plan will be adopted, but I assume it will be amortization and a retirement of the stock of the original company. The voting control of the old stock we already have, as you know.” The banker pursed his lips until* the stubbly gray mustache stood out stiffly. Then he cut straight to the heart Of the matter. “You mean that there will be a majority pool of the old stock, and that the pool will ignore those stockholders who don’t come in?” “Something like that,” said Smith pleasantly. And then: “We’re going

io be generously liberal, Mr. Kinzie; we are giving Colonel Baldwin’s friends a fair chance to come in out of the wet. Of course, if they refuse to come ih—if they prefer to stay out —” Kinzie was smiling sourly. “You’ll have to take care of your own banker, won’t you, Mr. Smith?” he asked. “Why don’t you loosen up and tell a little more? What have yo fellows got up your sleeve, anyway?" At this, the new financial manage) slacked off on the hawser of secrecy a little —just a little. “Mr. Kinzie, we’ve got the biggest thing, and the surest, that ever came to Timanyoni Park; not in futures, mind you, but in facts already as good as accomplished. If it were necessary as it isn’t—l could go to New York today and put a million dollars behind our reorganization plan in twenty-four hours. You’d say so yourself if I were at liberty to explain. But again we’re dodging and wasting your time and ours. Think the matter over—about your stock —and let me know before noon. It’s rather cruel to hurry you so, but time is precious with us and —” “You sit right down there, young man, and put a little of this precious time of yours against mine,” said Kinzie, pointing authoritatively at the chair which Smith had just vacated. “You mustp’t go off at half-cock, that way. You’ll need a bank here to do business with, won’t" you?”

Smith did not sit down. Instead, he smiled genially and fired his final shot. “No, Mr. Kinzie; we shan’t need a local bank—not as a matter of absolute necessity 7. In fact, on some accounts I don’t know but that it would be better for us not to have one.” “Sit down,” insisted the bank president; and this time he would take no denial. Then he turned abruptly upon Baldwin, who had been playing his part of the silent listener letter-per-fect. “Baldwin, -we are old friends, and I’d trust you to the limit—on any proposition that doesn’t ask for more than the straight-from-the-shoulder honesty How much is this young friend of ours talking through his hat?” “Not any, whatever, Dave. He’s got the goods.” Baldwin was wise enough to limit himself carefully as to quantity in his reply. Again the banker made a comical bristle brush of his cropped mustache. “I want your business, Dexter; I’ve got to have it. But I’m going to be plain with you. You two are asking me to believe that you’ve gone outside and dug up a new bunch of backers. That may be all right, but Timanyoni Ditch has struck a pretty big bone that maybe your new backers know about — and maybe they don’t. You’ve had a lot of bad luck, so far; getting your land titles cleared, and all that; and you’re going to have more. I’ve —” It was Smith’s turn again and he cut in smartly.

“That is precisely what I was driving at. Our banker can’t run with the hare and hunt with the hounds. You’ll excuse me if I say that you haven’t been altogether fair with Tifflanyonl Ditch, ~or with Colonel Baldwin, Mr. Kinzie. A friendly banker doesn’t help sell out his customer. You know that, as well as I do. Still, you did It.” Kinzie threw up his hands and tried to defend himself. “It was a straight Dusiness transaction, Mr. Smith. As long as we’re in the banking business, we buy and sell for anybody who comes along.” “No, we don’t, Mr. Kinzie; we protect our customers first. In the pres- v ent instance you thought your customer was a dead one, anyway, so it wouldn’t make much difference if you, should throw another shovelful of dirt or so onto the coffin. Wasn’t that the igay of it?” The president was fairly pushed to the ropes, apd he showed it. “Answer me one question, both of you,” he snapped. “Are you big enough to fight for your own against Stanton’s crowd?”

“You’ll see; and the sight is going to cost you something,” said Smith, and the blandest oil could have been no smoother than his tone. “Is that right, Dexter?” “That’s the way it looks to me, Dave,” said the ranchman capitalist, who, whatever might be his limitations in the field of high finance, was not lacking the nerve to fight unquestioning in any partner’s quarrel. The president of the Brewster City National turned back to Smith. “What do you want. Mr. Smith?” he asked, not too cordially. “Nothing that you’d give us, I guess; a little business loyalty, for one thing—” “And a checking balance for immediate necessities for another?” suggested the banker. With all his trained astuteness—, trained In- Kinzie’s own school,"'at that —Smith could not be sure that the gray-faced old Westerner was not set-

ting a final trap for him, after all. But he took the risk, saying, with a decent show of indifference: “Of course It would be more convenient here than In Denver or Chicago. But there is no hurry about that part of it.” The president took a slip of paper from a pigeonhole and wrote rapidly upon it. Once more his optimism was locking "horns with prudent caution. It was the optimism, however, that was driving the pen. Baldwin’s word was worth something, and it might be disastrous to let these two get away without anchoring them solidly to the Brewster City National. “Sign this, you two,” he said. “I don’t know even the name of your new outfit yet, but I’ll take a chance on one piece of two-name paper, anyhow.” Smith took up the slip and glanced at it. It was an accommodation note for twenty thousand dollars. With the money fairly in his hands, he paused to drive the nail of independence squarely before he would begin. “We don’t want this at all, Mr. Kinzie, unless the bank’s goodwill comes with it,” he .said with becoming gravity. * • ‘Til stand by you,” was the brusque rejoinder. “But it’s only fair to you both to say that you’ve got the biggest kind of a combination to buck you—a national utilities corporation with the strongest sort of political backing.”

“I doubt if you can tell us anything that we don’t already know,” said Smith coolly, as he put his name on the note; and when Baldwin had signed: “Let this go to the credit of Timanyoni Ditch, if you please, Mr. Kinzie, and we’ll transfer It later. It’s quite possible that we sha’n’t need It, but we are willing to help out a little on your discount profits, anyway. Further along, when things shape themselves up a bit more definitely, you jball know all there is to know, and we’ll give you just as good a chance to make money as you’ll give us.” When they were safely out of the bank and half a square away from it, Dexter Baldwin pushed his hat back and mopped his forehead. “They say a man can’t sweat at this altitude,” he remarked. “I’m here to tell you, Smith, that I’ve lost ten pounds in the last ten minutes. Where in the name of jumping .Tehoshaphat did you get your nerve, boy? You made him believe we’d got outside backing from somewhere.”

didn’t say anything like that, did I?” “No; but you opened the door and he walked in.” “That’s all right; I’m not responsible for Mr. Kinzie’s imagination. We were obliged to have a little advertising capital; we couldn’t turn a wheel without it. Put me in touch with a good business lawyer, and I’ll start the legal machinery. Then you can get into your car and go around an£ Interview your crowd, man by man. I want to know exactly where we stand with the old stockholders before we make any move in public. Can you do that?” Baldwin lifted his hat and shoved his fingers through his hair. “I reckon I can; there are only sixty or seventy of ’em. And Bob Stillings is your lawyer. Come around the corner and I’ll introduce you.” (TO BE CONTINUED.)

"We Are Not Going to Cut Very Deeply."