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Aunt Jane's Nieces at Work

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"Wait a minute," called the bewildered Hopkins, following Smith to his

buggy. "What concern is your firm doing all this painting for?"

"A man named Merrick."

Then the foreman drove away, and Mr. Hopkins was left greatly puzzled.

"Merrick--Merrick!" he repeated. "I don't remember any big advertiser by

that name. It must be some new concern. Anyhow, it all helps in my fight

against Forbes."

He again returned to the livery office and asked for a rig.

"Everything out, Mr. Hopkins. I've hired everything to be had in town

for this sign-painting gang."

But Mr. Hopkins was not to be balked. As long as these sign-painters

were doing missionary work for his cause among the farmers, he decided

to drive over to Fairview and see the party leaders in that important

town. So he went back to Dr. Squiers's house and borrowed the Doctor's

horse and buggy.

He drove along the turnpike for a time in silence. Then it struck him

that there was a peculiar air of neatness about the places he passed.

The barns and fences all seemed newly painted, and he remembered that he

hadn't seen an advertising sign since he left town.

A mile farther on he came upon a gang of the sign painters, who with

their huge brushes were rapidly painting the entire length of a

weather-worn fence with white paint.

Mr. Hopkins reined in and watched them for a few moments.

"You sign-painters don't seem to be getting any signs started," he

observed.

"No," replied one of the men, laughing. "This is a peculiar job for our

firm to tackle. We've made a contract to paint out every sign in the

district."

"Paint 'em out!"

"Yes, cover them up with new paint, and get rid of them."

"But how about the advertisers? Don't they own the spaces now?"

"They did; but they've all been bought up. John Merrick owns the spaces

now, and we're working for John Merrick."

"Who's he?"

"Some friend of Mr. Forbes, up at Elmhurst."

Mr. Hopkins was not a profane man, but he said a naughty word. And then

he cut his horse so fiercely with the whip that the poor beast gave a

neigh of terror, and started down the road at a gallop.

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