The Betrayal of a 'Friend' in Tacoma

The grasshopper and the wheat shall together lie down to peaceful dreams—or words to that effect—is what an enthusiastic speaker in the local campaign perpetrated on his patient hearers while speaking of the fraternal relations that should exist between those of the Sound. A recent incident showing how far from the truth this prognosis is occurred here recently. The victim was W. H. Bishop of Minneapolis. As he boarded the cars yesterday morning on his way to the land of the grasshoppers, he told a friend: 'Bishop came to Tacoma last summer and spent several weeks looking around for a good thing in the way of an investment. He met Frank Noble, a local gentleman, with whom he soon became very intimate. They ate, slept, and drank together; told each other of their boyhood days, their prospects, and future plans. In fact, both behaved together as two schoolboys. Bishop told Noble how he intended making an investment in 80 acres of land just south of the city; how cheap he could get it and what it would return if handled according to a plan he had concocted. The scheme was discussed at the table, in bed, and at the bar. Noble even offered to accompany his friend to interview the owner. Bishop's money came from the East, and the day he was to close the deal revealed to him the falseness of his vanity. Noble, whom he thought was all that is noble, had stepped in and bought the property on his own account.