The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1902-04-27

II, coughed the sick boy; and the older
brother instantly changed the direction
of his grasp toward the table and
picked up his pipe. But Mac had noted
the move. and understood.
We'll. boys. Glad you don't. But
you know where to come If you do.
Must hustle along, or Martin will be
firing me again-e-er-Ive got to
make a big trip out to Forest park this
afternoon, so must hurry. Good luck. "
And he was gone.
Groves savagely locked the door.
stepped to the bed. and the eyes of the
brothers met.
Il would have starved frst-for my
self-but for you, Jim, 1 would have
taken ii even from him"
And 1 was selfish, Bob. 1 forgot
what 1t meant to you. How much hu-
initiation and trouble those 80 dirty dol
lars would save you till you can get
work worthy of you"
But the older brother said not a word
Sitting bumped over on the bed, his
square jaws locked in his open palms,
his elbows on his knees. he stared at
one of the holes in the dull carpet till il
became wet blur.
But the long, white, blue-livid hand,
a violipist hand it was, caressed his
hair with the touch of a girl and those
iron jaws hardened.
Good! Bobl Good! You'll win out
yet. Remember Cortez at Otamba. This
vas theiD battle cry They had read
Prescott aloud together. and when fail
ure came. the memory of that iron
Spaniard always put new courage into
them. That slogan had kept the sick
one alive for months; its ringing i'm
pert was second only to the older
brothers care.
Of ha
peated the sick boy.
Then Groves armed himself with
fresh determination and stoutly put on
his overcoat.
THE old he-wolf will go out on the
hunt, my cub, and he'll bring down a
kill before he comes back. So you go
to sleep. You're more help to me as
you are than if you were on your feet;
for you keep me straight, and you keep
me going"
Giving a mock growl the older broth
er went through the door another man.
An hour before he had dragged home;
but now he was going forth again al
most light hearted.
Right on the corner a hearty slap
caught Groves across the back.
Hello, old man. Heard you were
out. That's rank. Not your fault But
we all know Fisher. Here-you may
need these. Take your time about re-
turning them Adios. I've got to
jump this car. See you later
Before Groves could recover, the
speaker, his chum Dan, was on the
car. He looked at the two pieces of
metal in his hand-two $40 gold pieces.
God is good after ALL he MUIR
INJURED. Grit and square dealing will
win out in the end; and it never lacks
friends-even if it can't make tea" he
unused. as he stared at the yellow Joy
in his hand.
But there was one thing about it all
that he did not know. Ten minutes
before three-fourths of that money
had been handed to Dan by Mac. To
Macs rejected $50 Dan had added $40,
a bank teller had changed it into two
eagles to facilitate rapid handling, and
the two had laid the plot and am
pushed Groves. AS Dan rode UP the
street on the car and waved back at
the astonished Groves, dumb on the
corner, Mac stood looking on through
the glass doors of the cigar store
across the street. lingering in his
pocket he surprised a quarter he did
not know he had. Promptly buying a
Decent cigar, he sharpened his lead
pencil and was away on the hunt for
another story.
1IONCS lOuIlQ no WORK, nor
even encouragement that day, there
was huge, though subdued, rejoicing in
the sick room that night. Dan was Iaud-
ed to the skies-which to the sick boy
was an S-foot, cracked, smoky ceiling,
while Mac was roundly scored. But
such is the way of the world; and to
strike ones best friends amid the
darkness is one of the hardshfps of
Z mankind.
The next noon, when Mac walked
into the Record local rooms he found
Martin talking with Kilborn of Call
cutta. Martin introduced them:
Mr.. Kilborn, this is the gentleman
who interviewed you. Doubtless YOU
don't have to be reminded of that. how
ever, for of course you remember him. -
The CLEAN OF intelligence between the
East Indian and the reporter was lost
on Martin.
Mr.. Martin, want to say right here
that this gentleman is one of the best
newspaper men in the world. He is an
honor to your paper. Will you have
lunch with me?" he added to Mac.
Now Mac, being a typical reporter,
was always empty. and he accepted
with alacrity. Out they went together.
In Caesars cafe, over a meal that Mac
still measures all others by, Kilborn
talked long and freely
ny, young man, that story of
yours, coined of whole cloth as it was.
not word of actual truth in it, has
set me to thinking. When I read it
there in the Founders house in Pitts
burg, with all those other reporters
standing around it flashed on me that
here was the chance for a fortune.
That's why 1 confirmed the story as 1
did. l have tea interests in India; that,
because of this article and the adver-
Using it has given me I can develop
into something wonderful Not the
highly-colored article you romance so
cleverly about, but a really legitimate
new kind of tea. I'm interested in
shipbuilding only in small way, any
how, and will let that go if 1 can de-
velop the tea idea. Now 1 want an
enterprising American young fellow to
help me push it. Will you take the
job? There is a fortune in it."
Mac slowly lit the 25-cent cigar the
waiter handed him.
How much capital have your" he
asked cautiously. How much is there
in 1t for me to start WITH"
None, and practically nothing-only
your expenses. I'll have the tea that
is have the land for it and the new
variety, but little or no cash. 1 want
you to find that for me here-the capt.
tai"
Mac laughed outright at the idea of
him, the always broke of the force,
raising capital to introduce large tea
plantation in India to the Western
world.
Many thanks, Mr.. Kilburn, but I'm
not your man. I'm no business man
I'm newspaper reporter. The two are