Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1903-08-19

'and Mt S1Uo,GuO. Now. take my ad-
vice'-Aiiller was smiling broadly
E"let it stand ut that
Wilson reflected for u moment, and
then he said: "All right. Let that go.
The other condition is this-and 1t
need be os!y verbal promise that
nothing be said about my companys
making this loan nor our securing the
refusal of the property
THAT will suit us, said Miller MIR.
Bishop doesn't care to have the public
know his business OF course the
mortgage will have to be recorded at
the courthouse, but that need not at
tract attention. l don't blame Mr..
Bishop" went on Miller in half con-
fidential tone. These people are the
worst gossips you ever saw If you
meet any of them, they will tell you
that Mr.. Bishop has busted himself
wide open by buying so much timber
land, but this loan will make him as
solid as the Bank Of England. The
people don't understand his dealings,
and they are trying to take it out on
him by blasting his reputation for be-
ing one OF the solldest men in his coun-
tyr
well, that's all, believe" said
Wilson, and Miller drew blank sheet
of legal cap paper to him and began to
write. Half an hour later the papers
We're signed, and Miller carelessly
handed Wilson's crisp pink check on
New York bank to Mr.. Bishop.
"There you are, Mr.. Bishop he said,
with smile. "You didn't want any
one else to have finger in that big
pie of yours over there, but you needed
money, and I'll tell you as friend
that a hundred thousand cash down
will be about as well as you can do
with that land. 1t takes money, and
lots of it, to make money. and Mr.. Will
sons company can move the thing
faster than you can"
THAT'S fact" said Wilson in a
tone that betrayed self qualification.
"Now we must all pull together for
the railroad" He rose and turned to
Miller. viii you come with me to
record the paper?"
Certainly" said Miller, and they
both left together.
The Bishop family We're left alone,
and the strain being lifted, they found
themselves almost wholly exhausted.
rs it all over?" gasped the old wo-
man, standing up and grasping her
sons arm.
We've got his money" Alan told
her, with a glad smile, land a fair
chance for more'
The pink check was futtering in old
Bishops hand. Already the old self
willed look that brooked no interior
ence with his personal affairs was re
turning to his wrinkled face
"I'll 90 over to Craig's bank an de-
poslt it," he said to Alan. 'It II take
day or two to collect it, but he'd let
me check on it right now fer any rea-
sonable amount"
al believe I'd ask him not to mention
the deposit suggested Alan
HUH Ireckon I've got sense enough
to do that" M
81 thought you intended to pay off
the mortgage on our farm the fust
thing" ventured Mrs. Bishop.
!
1--WE can't do 1t till the notes due
next January said Bishop shortly.
81 agreed to keep the money a yeer,
an Martin Doe II make me hold to it..
But what do you reckon care as long
us I've got some'n' to meet it with?"
Mrs. Bishops face fell. I'D feel bet
ter about it if it was cleer," she faltered.
''But the Lord knows we ort to feel
thankful to come out as we have. If
. 1t hadn't been fer Alan Mr. Miller
/ said that, Alan"
EFF you all hadn't made sech eter-
nal row" broke in Bishop testify, u d
"a had more timber land than this.
Colonel Barclay has as fine strip as
any l got. am he's bantered me for n
trade time an agin."
Abner Daniel seldom sneered at any
body. no matter what the provocation