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Show Broadway Jones ' FROM THE PLAY OF GEORGE M. COHAN BY EDWARD MARSHALL Copyright, 1913, by C. W. Dillingham Co.) (Continued from last Week) "Well," said Jackson, "you want to buy something that I own. He's the salesman, that's all." He paused, wondering at his own great brilliance. "John Wanamaker owns a store, but he doesn't wait on the customers, does he?" This was unanswerable. It dum-founded dum-founded Pembroke; it delighted all the other hearers saving only the two secretaries, who were bent above .their tasks with nervous diligence. Broadway himself laughed outright. , "How was that?" he asked Wallace in a whisper. "You're immense, on the square," said Walace, with intense apprecia-t'on. apprecia-t'on. Pembroke was not thus impressed. He was offonded. He was evidently ready for offense from any quarter. "You are flippant, sir," he said with a grave scorn. "You gave me your word that the deal would be consummated at two o'clock yesterday afternoon. The price was settled and agreed upon up-on by both of us." Jackson sat in silence, regarding him with an innocent, unwavering attention at-tention which very greatly disconcerted disconcert-ed him. "I returned by 'appointment to your New York apartment, with my lawyers law-yers . and papers ready to s'gn, and upon inquiring from an insolent butler but-ler as to your whereabouts I received the information that you were on your way to Egypt." "Good old Rankin!" muttered Broadway, and decided, then and 1 BOB ALBRIGHT At Pantagcs This Week i there to raise his butler's wages once more. "He said the only word that you had left for me was a profane request that I go to er well, we'll not repeat re-peat it." "I'll make that raise a twenty, not a ten," Broadway reflected. . "Believing you to bo a man of in- tegrity," Pembroke went on, "unfortunately "unfor-tunately for me, I had no witnesses present at our closing of the barga'n." Broadway continued to smile expansively. ex-pansively. "Still," said Pembroke, "I ask you, as man to man, is your word worthless?" worth-less?" Broadway looked at him with an intensity of gaze which required three stretchings of the neck to bring about. "When I'm doing business with unscrupulous un-scrupulous people, yes.'" he answered. Pembroke, shuddering, turned to his stenographer. "Have you got that, John?" And John nodded. 'Got that, Henry?" Broadway demanded de-manded of his man. And Henry nodded. nod-ded. Then Broadway walked the floor, keeping the astonished Pembroke fixed fix-ed with a glittering eye. That careful, care-ful, able, very modern business person per-son was rather notably surprised by the young man. Somehow he seemed to have developed since the hour, so short a time before, when first he had encountered him in New York City. "When I fell for your rush football foot-ball business methods yesterday and agreed to sell," said Broadway, his voice assuming an extraordinary sing-song, to h's friends unusual, to himself astonishing, to Pembroke disconcerting, dis-concerting, and, in later years, a celebrated thing, "I wasn't aware of the low, contemptible tricks to which your company had stooped in order to put my poor old uncle out of business." busi-ness." His voice thrilled with feeling feel-ing when he used those touching words "my poor old uncle." H's "poor old uncle" would have been emphatically em-phatically surprised had he been there to hear that thrill. "I didn't k-n-o-w it was the result of the business blows you'd dealth him that sent him to his g-r-a-v-e." (I am endeavoring, by means of hyphens, hy-phens, to indicate the lingering scathing scath-ing emphasis which Broadway, this day saturated in the soul of oratory, was given now to certain words.) "I didn't k-n-o-w it was the purpose of the concern witn which I was dealing to throw out of work hundreds hun-dreds of men that owed to that thing I was selling their very means of livelihood, food for their babies, education edu-cation for their growing sons and d-a u-g-h-t-e-r-s." Even Wallace looked at him amazed. amaz-ed. The tremolo, the emphasis, the feeling which Broadway was putt'ng into this extraordinary line of talk to the trust agent were all new and beautiful beau-tiful to him. "Lots of things I didn't know yesterday, yes-terday, Mr. Pembroke," said the young man in conclusion, "but I've found them out since then, and that is why I've broken my word." Pembroke's Impassi, ness was ruffled; ruf-fled; there was not the slightest doubt of that. On Josie's face there was a look of admiration which was balm to Broadway's Broad-way's soul; the judge had listened : Dramatic Scene from "Clothes," the Great Feature at the Rex Theatre Monday, Tuesday and jH Wednesday, Produced by Daniel Frohman and the Famous Players ; with a mouth continually opening wider; Wallace was frankly triumphant. triumph-ant. "You didn't think that I could talk that way, did you?" asked Broadway of his adversary. Then, to Wallace: "How as it?" "Great!" "Great?" said Jackson. "It was wonderful! I never knew it was in me." He was completely satisfied with Broadway Jones. He whirled again on Pembroke. "Go on, say something else." (To be Continued) |