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"1 i 6 2 THE QUJCKEJlNi'! X : X X X FRANCIS X X Copnlcht, 1906, CIIAPTER XIV. (Continued.) The hands of hla watch wero point mg tot8 6'cloclt . tlie. following mornlntr 'when Tommade hla way through the inrong In the Grand' "Central stntldn and found a cab. The sailing hour of mo Ualtip was 10, and ho picked his caoman accordingly. I shall want you for a couple of hours, and It's double fare If you don't miss. 271 Br6adway, first," wns his nlllp for the driver; and he was. speed lly rattling away to the down-town address. The taking of the cab was his first mistake, and he discovered It before ho had gone- very far. .Time was pre cious, and the horse, pushed to the po lice limit, was too slow. Tom signaled his Irishman. . ' "Get me over to' the Elevated, 'and then go to Madison Square and wait for me," he ordered; and by this change of conveyance he obtained his mall and, won' back to the Fifth Ave nue Hotel by. late -breakfast-time.1 From that on. luck was with, him. The Farleys, father and son, were In the lobby of the hotel, waiting for the others to come down to the crfle break fast Tom saw them, confronted them, ana went at things vers concisely-... "I haVe come- all the way from Boston to ask for a few minutes of your time, Mr. Farley," he said to the president. "Will you give It to me now?" "Surely!" was the genial reply, and the promoter signed to ' his son rind drew apast with the Importunate one, "Well, go on, my bpy; yhat can I do for you at this last American moment? some message from your good' fath er?' "No," said Tom, shortly; "It's from me, individually. You know in what shape a-ou have -left things at homo; they've got to h'a -.stood on their feet before you go aboard. the Baltic." - ' "What's this what's this? Why, my dear young man! what can you pbssl bly mean?" this In buttered tones of the gentlest expostulation. "I mean Just about what I say. Tou have smashed Chiawassee Consolidat- ed, and now you are going off t'o leave my father to hold the bag. Or, rather. I should say, you are laklng the bag with you." Why, Thomas you must be losln your mind! You've you've been studying too hard; that's it the term -work up there In Boston has been too much for you." "Cut it out, Mr. Farley," said Tom, savagely, all the Gordon fighting blood singing in his veins. "You've got a thing to do, and it Is going to be done before you leave America. Will you talk straight business, or not?" "And if I decline to discuss business matters, with a rude school-boy?" he intimated mildly. ""Then it will be rather the worse for vou." was the defiant reiolnder. "Act ing for .my father and the minority stockholders, I shall try to nave you and your son held in America,, pending an expert examination of the com pany's affairs." il '" ' ' It was a 'long shot, with'a thousand chances of missing. If there wasny thing "criminal in the Farley adminis tration, the evidences were doubtless well burled. But Tom was looking deen Into the shifty blue eyes of his antagonist when he fired, and he saw that he' 'had not wholly missed. JSone. the leBS, the, president attempted, , ty carry J.t off' lightly. . "What do you think o( this, Vin cent?" he said, turning to his; - son. "Here is Tom Gordon our Tom talk ing wildly about investigatlons'and ar rests, and I don't know what all Shall we give, him his breakfast and send him back to school?" '' Tom cut in quickly before Vincent could make a reply. ' "If you're "sparring to gain time, it's no use, Mr. Farley. I mean what I say, and I'm dead In earnest" Then he tried another long shot: "I tell you right now we've had this thing cpcked and primed ever since we found out what you and' Vincent meant to do. You must turn over the control of Chlarwas eee Consolidated, legally and formally, io my father before you go aboard the Jaltlc, or you don't go aboard!" , "Let me understand," said the treas urer, cutting In. "Are. you accusing us of crime"?" ' -'4 "You will find, out what the Accusa tion' Is, later on," said Tom, taking yet another cartridge from the Iong-ranse box. "What I want now Is a plain, 'straightforward yes or no, if eJlher"of you is capable of1 saying it;",,:' . .. The president took, Ills son aside. "Do you suppose Dyckrhan has been talking too much?" he asked, hurriedly. Vincent shook his h5ad. "You can't tell If looks a little rocky. Of course, w"e had a-'rlght to do as wo pleased wjth our .own. hut sve don't want to have an unfflondly. construction put on tnings, --4 -"But they can't do anything!" pro tested the president "Why, 111 be- per fectly willing to turnover my private papers, If they were, asked for!" "Yes, of course. But there .would bo- misconstruction. There- -Is that con tract with the combination, for exam ple: wo. had a rJsht to manipulate things so we'd have to close down, and' it might not transpire that we-maao -money by dolng.lt But, on the other hand, it might leak out, and thore'd .be no end of a 'row. Then there Js anoth er thins: there Ib soinobpdy behind tjils who' is bigger than the old soldier or this young football tough. It's too nicely timed," "But you wouldn't turn the property over to Gordon, would you?" , The younger man's smile1 was a mere contortion of, the JJps. "It's a sucked orange" ho said. "Let the old man' have it He may work a miracle of soma ort and pull out alive. I should., X 1 X X X LYNDE X X by rrancti Lyndi quick. If he" wins out, so; muoh the better for air concerned If he .doesn't, why, wo left the property entirely In ms nanus, and ho smashed it Don't you see the beauts of It?" The -president wheeled short on Tom, "What you mas- think vou urn otnrt. ing, my; dcar'VoyV you arplablng td get ....uuc,,t . om-m Kouurwui , anm a uosire io give your father every chance In thj world," he said, blandly. "Wo discuss ed .the plan of electing film vice proa uuiu, wun power to act, ,boforo we left nome, out there seemea to bo some ob Jcctions. We are will! full control and this altogether apart irum.any roousn threats you havo seen fit to make. Bring your legal counsel to Room 327 after breakfast an w) will gp through tiro formalities. Are you satisijed?" . "I shall be a lot bettor satisfied after the fact." said Tom. bluntly; and he turned away to avoid meeting Major ljaoney ana, tha ladlespsvho were com lng from the elevator t6 Join the twi rainy risers, ho had v seen next to nothing of Ardea fiuring the three Bos ton years, and would willingly havo seen more, nut the now manhood was warning him that time was short, and mat he must not mix business with sentiment So Ardea saw nothlntr but his back, which, curiously enough, shVT raiiea to recognize.. .. . Picking up his cab at the curb, Tom had himself driven quickly to the of fice of the corporation lawyer whose name he had obtained from Mr. Clark son the day before, and-.wlth whom ho had made a wire appointment before leaving Boston. The attorney was .waiting for him, and Tom stated the case succinctly adding a brief .of the interview which had Just taken place at the hotel. "You say they agreed to your pro posai pbserved the lawyer. "Did Mr. Farley Indicate the method?" "No." "Have you a copy of the by-laws of your company?' Tom produced the packet of papers received that morning from his father. and handed the required pamphlet to Mr. Croswell. "H'm ha! the usual form. . A stock holders' meeting, with a resolution, would be the simplest way out of It; but that can't be held without the pub lished call. You say your father Is a stockholder?" " . , "He has., four hundred and three of the' original one thousand shares, hold his proxy." , The attorney smiled shrewdly. "You are a very remarkable young man. You seem to have come pre pared at all points." The' conference in Hoom 327, Fifth Avenue Hotel, held while the carriages were waiting to take, the steamer party" to the pier, was brief and businesslike. Something to Tom's" surprise, Major Dabney was present; and a little later he learned, with a shock of resentment, that the Major was also a minority stockholder in the moribund Chiawas see Consolidated. The master of Deer Tface was as gracious to Caleb Gordon's- son as only a Dabney knew how to be. "Nothing could - give me' greateh pleasure, my deah boy, -than this plan. of havirte youh father In command at Gordonla," he beamed, shaking Tom's hand effusively. "I hope you'll have us all-made, mlljlonalhs when wo get back J l-mm a" rrt I T Art fry n fi rf ' ' otiti " Tonr smlled-nd shook his. head. "It looks pretty black, Just now, Ma jor. I'm afraid we're In for rough weather'." . The leave-takings, were . brief, apd somewhat" constrained,, save those of the genial -Major. Tom pleaded busl ess, further business, with his attor ney, when the Aiajor wouia nave nao him wait to tell the ladies good-by'; hence he saw. no more of the tourists after the conference broke Up. Not to lose time; Tom took a noon train, back to Boston, first wiring his father to try and keep things in order at Gordonla for another, week at Mil hazards. Winning back to tho tephnl-' cal school, ho plUnged once more Into the examination whirlpool, doing -his beat to forget Chiawassee Consolidat ed. and its mortal sickness for the time being! and succeeding s6 well that- he passed, 'with colors flying. , . . But the school task done, he turned down the old leaf, pasting -It firmly In place. Telegraj)bJng his father to meet him, on the morning of the third day following, at the' station In South Tre degar, ho, allowed hlmself a few houra for a run UP tno North Shore and a conference with 'the Michigan Iron king; after whjph he turned his face southward and was soon speeding to tho battle-field through -a land" by this time shaking-to Its lndustria .founda tions In the throes of the panic earth quake. ',;' i- " - ' , CHAPTER XV. As early as 1 o'clock In the after noon, the elder" Ilejgerson, acting us day watphmap at tho Iron-works, had tponed"the great yaid gates, and the' men began to gatnor. by twos and threes and In little,.caucuslng knqts on he sand floor of tho huge, iroh-roored foundry building. Somo of the trioro heedful sat to-work making Jjeats pt tho wooden flask frames and bottom boards; and in the pburlng s'pace,lfront- ing" ono or ine cuppms wcy iuuv rough-and-ready platform ;out of the. samo matorials. Aa tho numbers increased tho men fell ,'nto groups, dividing first on. tho coior-nne, ana men uy ,irnen, Wjw wo svhlte miners Jn the majority and doing most of the talking. "What's all this buzzln' about young Tom," quorled one of the men In the miners' caucus. "Might' nigh every other word, with old Caleb waB. 'Tpnii .when ho wasn't no moro'n knee-Mgh to a hon-toadl" 'jlWoil," you bet your llfo ho's a heap highen'n that now," said another, who had chanced to bo nt the station when the Gordons, father and son, loft tho train together. "Ho's a half a head taller thah tho old man, an' built like one o' Mojo' Dabnoy'a thoroughbroda But I reckon ho ain't nothln' but school-boy. for all o' that" "Gar-r-rl" spat a third. "We've had one kid too many In this outfit, all along." "Yes, chimed In a fourth, a "huckle berry" miner from tho Bald Mountain district. "I don't believe tho old man khajws, himself. Ho fit around and fit around, talktn' to me, and nover said nothln' moro'n that there was gofn' to bo a meotln' hero at 2 o'clock, and Tom his son Tom svas goln' to speak to It" Tom and his father entered tho building from' the cupola side, and Tom mounted tho flask-built platform whllo tho men were scattering to find seata, Ho mado a goodly flguro of young manhood, standing at ease on tho pile of, frames until quiet should prevail arid the glances Hung Un from tho throng of workmen wero friendly rath er than critical. When tho tlmo came, he began to speak quietly, but With a certain masterful quality In his voice that unmistakably constrained atton tion. "I suppose you havo all boen told why tho svorks are shut down why you nro but of a Job In tho mlddlo ot summer; and I understand you aro not fully satisfied with the reason that was given hard times. You havo been say Ing among yourselves that If the presi dent and tho treasurer could go off on a holiday trip to Europe, tho situation couldn't bo so vers desperate. Isn't that so?" 1 "That's so; you've hit It In the head first crack out o' the box." was tho swift reply from a score of the men, "Good; then we'll settle that point before we go any further. I want to tell you men that the hard times aro here, sure enough. We arc all hoping that they won't last very long; but the .fact remains that tho wheels have stopped. Let mo toll yOu: I've Just come down from the North, and tho streets of tho cities up there are full of Idle men. All the way down here didn't see a -single lron-furnaco In blast, and those of you who have been over to South Tredegar know what tho conditions are there. Mr. Farley has gone to Europe becauso he believes there Is nothing to be done here, and the facts are on his side. For anybody with money enough to live on, this Is a mighty good time to take a -acatton." There was a murmur of protest, voicing Itself generally In a denial of the possibility for men who wrought with their hands arid ate In tho sweat of their brows. "I know that," was Tom's rejoinder. Some of us can't afford to take a lay off; I can't, for one. And that's why we are here this afternoon. Chlawaa see can blow In again and stay in blast if we've all got nerve enough to hang on. If we start up and go on making pig, It'll be on a dead market and we'll have to sell It at a loss or stack It In he yards. We can't do tho first, and needn't tell you that it is going to take a mighty long purse to do tho stacking. It will be all outgo and no income. If " "Spit it out," called Ludlow, from the forefront of the miners' division. "1 reckon we all know what's comln'." "It's a case of half a loaf or no bread. If Chiawassee blows In again, it will be on borrowed money. If you men will take half-pay in cash and half in promises, the promised half to be paid when sve can sell the stacked pig, we go on. li not, we aon i. xant if. over among yourselves and let us havo your decision." There was hot caucusing and a fair Imitation of pandemonium on the foun dry floor following this bomb-hurling, and Tom sat down on tho edge of tho platform to give tho men tlmo. Caleb Gordon sat within arm's reach, nursing his knee, diligently saying nothing. It svas Tpm, undoubtedly, but a Tom who had become a citizen of another world, a pesver svorld than the'one tho ex-ar- tllloryman knew and llfea in. He Caleb had freely predicted a riot as the result of the half-pay proposal; yet Tom had applied tho match, and there was no explosion, une buzzing, arguing groups were not riotous only fiercely questioning. (To. b continued.) Mnrrlntce Her Only neeaumo. In factories of tho lower type the girl operative Is almost certain of dis comfort, nervous exhaustion, disease and premature old age. The lottery of marriage offers her a way of escape from theso things, says Robert Haven Schauffler, in Success Magazine So eh escapes, but at some risk to her self, to tho community and to tho America of the next generation. How do American factory girls feel about the marriage question? Ratter dubious. All In all, they con sider matrimony a profound failure. So far as I can determine, only three of them In every ton believe that moro marriages turn out happily than? un happily. But there Is another question about which many seem to be still more du bious. That is the question of staying single. , "Marry?" Helen D. burst for a moment Into cynical laughter. Then tha weary lines came back around her mouth, . "Why, I'd marry anyone to get out of this." ? She was - just seventeen and small for her age, but her features looked twenty-seven. Sho stooped and coughed Incessantly, and her worn llt tie hands would ,not bo still. , Tho Yell Did It. "Your boy Is home from collego, I aee,"- "Ycb." "Sick?" "ore throat." ' "Yejl was too much for him, I sup pose." Yonkers Statesman. i' j " Every mind has its choice between truth and repose. Take which you please you caa never have beta. Emerson. Her Stuttering Suitor By LAWRENCE ALFRED CLAY (Copyright WlO. ly tllu Associated Lit- ernry i-n-oo. Up to tho ago of 16 Roy Chos. tor could talk as fast and as woll ns any youth In tho land. Then tho shadow foil. Ho found hlmsolf in lovo with a schoolgirl and began to stut ter. Tho medical Journals say that such cases aro raro, but nro to bo mot with occasionally. Young Chostor not only stuttorod to tho girl, but to his toachor, his paronts and brothers and sisters and others. It was looked upon as a nov elty at first; then It bocamo serious, ho could not say "dog" .without hang ing on to tho "d." A doctor was called in. Ho examined throat, lnrvnx and nalato. and said it svas a coso svhero tho norvos Of JmHiifiilnoHs had ovorcoino tho norvos of choek, or somothlng to that effect, and ho doubted If It over couiu bo cured. Tho only thing that would work a euro svould bo somo groat nnrll conilnrr on tho victim suddenly so suddonly as to stun him for a moment This svould glvo a sort oi back-octlon twist to cortnin norvos and muscles, and tho Btuttor would tako its doparturo. Thn vonth sufforod as tho years wnnt on and ho grow to manhood. That stutter kopt him out of socloty. It kopt him from making now no oualntancos. It made a recluso of him. Many of hla friends prodlcted that ho would commit suicldo boforo ho reached man's ostato, but this did not occur. Tho victim Hvod In hopo. In fact, he wont about looking for tho great peril and sudden shock that svas to effect a cure. Whether It would come in tho Bhapo of a police man boarlng down on him svlth his club, a rocklcss nuto or a street car collision no ono could say. Roy Chostor was 22 years old when he svas Induced to become a pupil in n stuttering school In a Now England town. In that samo town there was n young ladles' school, and In that school wns Miss Mlnnio Schoolcraft, only daughter of the retired Colonol Schoolcrurt or Beach Havon. Fate sent her to tho postofflco ono day svhon Mr. Chester "S-o-o-speak, S-s-s-sirl" Commanded the Cooncl. was there. Fato caused her to asK him if the noon mail had gone out. Off came his hat, tho blood rush ing to his checks, and ho stuttered out that ho d-d-d-d-d-Id n't k-k-knosv. It was the first tlmo Miss Minnln had over heard a man stutter. There svas something captivating about it to nor. it svas original. It was unique. It was a hundred times but. ter than a mere "don't know." Sho returned thanks and smiled. When there aro a great manv cnrui. looking girls going to a poatofllco moro or less frequently, thero will bo a good reason why moro or less young men will drop Into tho samo place. Thus it was In the Now Eng land town. Somehow they got In troduced and becoino acquainted, nnii tho world seems brighter all around. in timo Miss Schoolcraft and Mr Chester bocamo acquainted. Iln ivnu bashfulness Itself, and ho had little to say. -ine school waan't dnlni? tnr him what ho honed. Even when Iwi foil in love ho realized that It was a hopoloss case. It svas not until uft- er no had boon assured ovnr nnH over again that ho had a delightful vernacular that he took courago, if that poril would only como and glvo him tho longed-for sudden HhnnH rr hoped for it when ho lay down at nignt, anu no hoped for it when ho got up in the morning, And then vacation camn nmi , and Miss Mlnnio svero Boparatod. Ho could write without stuttering, and ho did wrlto. it was ono of his lot- tors tnat tno giri'B mother found and carried to her father. Thn r-nii road every last word of it, and then cauea nis uaugnter up to ask; "Who is this fellow who writna Invn to you?" "Papa, he's Just tho nlceii man you over heard of." waB thn . ply, "Wo aro ongagod." "Noyor I You can't bo I Mv has pot boon asked." . "iuit it will be Bomo day, Roy wants to wait until his stuttering Is bettor." "Stutter! Do you mennrto tell m hn Btuttors?" thundorod tho colonol. Yos, papa, and It's Just tho nlooat stuttoryou ovor hoard. I only wlBh you could hoar him Bay: -LrMook nt t-t-th0 B-B-B-B BOt BOt ting B-B-Btin, l-l-l-lovo.' You svould bo poaltlvoly charmed." "Holy Bmoltot Ho Btuttoral svnnta to bo my eon-ln-law, and stuttors! Drop it! Drop It or lock you up!" Ho ho I'll "llut. papa, tho doctors told him long ago that if ho mot with n,Bud dun" . . ; "I any drop It! I want my aon-ln- lasv to enter tho army. How can r stuttoror glvo tho svord of com mnnd? You svrito to him that you nro dono svlth this flirtation." Tho command wbb Hat, and muBt bo oboyod. That is, boiuo daughters svould havo oboyod it. Mlsa Minnie kopt on writing svhonovor alio had n chance, nnd nevor ovon hinted that her fathor svns a torrlblo man. ;Mr. Chostor svas Informed by lottor JiiBt what hotel In tho KntsklllB tho fam lly svas going to for b!x svooka, nnd ho was Invited to mako his nppoar anco, and lovo did what monoy couldn't havo hired him to do. Ho Journeyed down thoro. Miss Minnlo svas on tho watch for him, whllo tho doughty colonol wasn't Tho lnttor was passing hla days and ovonlnga on tho veranda tolling war Btorloa to Intorostcd llstoneru. MIbb Mlhntu svas truthful and IngonlouB. Ab alio and young Mr. Chostor sat on a bench In tho twilight sho asked: "Roy, do you lovo mo?" He nodded his hoad and tlghtoncd his hold on her arm. "You svlll have to ask pap if wo can bo married. Papa's an awful man. Havo you tho courago?" Sho folt him ehuddor, "Oh. but you must havo. Aftor breakfast in tho aiorning you must moot him as ho walks out" "But I stut-tut-ter." "I don't caro for that That wo why I first foil in lovo with you Just tulk right up to papa. You must. or svo can nover bo married. Como on and I svlll ehow him to you." After breakfast next morning Colonel Schoolcraft walked out. So did Roy Chester. Lovo was doing what wild horsos could not havo ac complished. Tho colonel had pro ceeded as far as tho spot called Tho Bowldors when ho hoard a ntop be hind him nnd turned to soo tho young man. Roy wns pnlo faced nnd bin chin was shaking. Something svarn ed tho colonol that ho stood faco to faco with tho stutterer who wantod to bo his Bon-ln-lusv. Ho had given his orders nnd supposed tho caso had been dropped, but horo was tho young man. "It's you, Is It?" shouted tho man of svar as ho raised bis cano and put on a torrlbio look. Roy mado no reply. His hour of peril had como at last Tho sudden shock was hero. Ho know thnt a quoor feeling svas crooplng ovor him. "S-s-s-speak s-H-s-Blr!" commanded tho colonel. "Aro you not t-t-t-thnt stu ut tpror?" "No, sir!" calmly replied Roy. Tho doctors bad boon right . "B-b-but w-sv-who aro y-yyou, then?" "Mr. Chester! Colonol, ploaso don't get excited. I wish to havo a few minutes' conversation svlth you." "IJ-b-but w-sv-svhat alia mo?" "You nro somosvhat oxcltod, fllr, nnd you stutter." "B-b-but I I novor B-B-stut ut ored before. W-sv-what has h-h-hap-pentrd to m-m-mo?" In 21 hourB, by lying In bod nnd keoplng very qulot nnd, only speaking when positively necessary, tho colo nel rccoverod. Then young Mr. Chos tor was sont for. Tho talk lasted two hours, nnd at tho end of It Miss Mln nio was heard to exclaim: "Oh, Roy, you had Hiich a boautiful stutter, ond now It's gono, but 1 think I can lovo you Just tho samo. At least, I'll try my best!" Mailed Letter In Waste Papor Box. 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