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Updated: June 24, 2025
At the end of each year Sadie Greenbaum had produced for the good of the community four miles of tucked muslin. In return, the community had rendered her back something less than three hundred dollars, for the muslin underwear trade has its dull seasons, and you do not earn seven dollars every week in the year. Each week Sadie handed her pay envelope unopened to her mother.
Tutt's eager hand, glanced through it and turned sharply upon the quaking Chippingham. "How long have you been attorney for Scherer, Hunn, Greenbaum & Beck?" "Twelve years, Your Honor." "Who is Wilson W. Elderberry?" "He is the secretary of the Horse's Neck Extension, Your Honor." "Is he in court?" From a distant corner Mr. Elderberry bashfully rose. "Come here!" ordered the court.
"I don't know," retorted Elderberry; "or Barrows either." "Well, skip all the legal rot and get to the point," directed Greenbaum. "'Ordered ordered, that the defendant, Horse's Neck Extension Mining Company, show cause at a stated term to be held in and for " "I said to cut the legal rot!"
Greenbaum that the possible existence of the Amphalula vein was what in fact made the order to show cause justifiable his actual ground of complaint being that anybody should, as he assumed, have found out about it in defiance of his plans.
Elderberry was under a convincing delusion that he could actually hear the thoughts that were rattling round in Mr. Greenbaum's brain. "You there?" he inquired presently. "Oh, yes, I'm here!" retorted Greenbaum. "This is the devil of a note! Have you spoken to Chippingham?" "Yes." "What does he say?" "He says it's awkward.
"Did you sign the other circular, issued last month, to the effect that the mine was practically valueless?" "Yes, sir." Elderberry studiously examined the moldings on the cornice of the judge's canopy. "Um!" remarked the court significantly. There was a flurry among the tall hats. Then Mr. Greenbaum sprang to his feet. "If you please, Your Honor," he announced, staccato, "we entirely disavow Mr.
"Is it all right for us to underwrite the stock ourselves at half price?" inquired Mr. Beck. "I mean is it legal?" "Sure!" reiterated Mr. Chippingham. "Somebody's got to underwrite it; why not us?" "Move we adjourn," said Mr. Greenbaum. "Elderberry the usual." Mr. Elderberry removed from his change pocket five glittering gold pieces and slid one across the glass sheet to each director.
Tutt rose and pointed toward the door. "Kindly remove yourself before I call the police," he said coldly. "I advise the firm of Scherer, Hunn, Greenbaum & Beck to retain criminal counsel. Your ten thousand may come in handy for that purpose." Mr. Tobias Greenbaum went. "And now, Miss Wiggin, how about a cup of tea?" said Mr. Tutt.
Won't you lay us all open to the accusation of being strikers?" Mr. Tutt's ordinarily brown complexion became slightly tinged with purple. "Let the court decide!" he cried hotly. "You say Scherer, Hunn, Greenbaum & Beck are proposing to reorganize a mining company? You admit we hold some of the stock?
Mr. Tutt laughed genially. "Oh, well," he said, "it's no matter who owns it. Elderberry just telephoned me that he had received a telegram from the Amphalula that the vein had definitely run out. It's all over including the shouting." "Elderberry telephone you?" queried Miss Wiggin in astonishment. "Yes, Elderberry. You see, he's done, he says, with Scherer, Hunn, Greenbaum & Beck.
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