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CHAPTER XVIII.
j a 8 the elevator in the big build
A4 ing was taking Rayburn Mil
N31sI Ter up to the Offices Of the
S2&&$22D Southern Land and Timber
company many reflections passed hur-
Iiedly through his mind
""You are going to get the usual cold
shoulder from Wilson," he unused, "but
he'll put it up against something about
as warm as he's touched in many a
day. If you don't make him squirm, it
will be only because you don't want
to-
Wilson was busy at his desk looking
over bills of lading, receipts and other
papers and now and then giving in
structions to typewriter in the corner
OF the room.
"Ah, how are you, Miller?' he said
dndiferently. giving the caller his hand
without rising. "Down to see the city
again, ehY'
Rayburn leaned on the top Of the
desk and knocked the ashes from his
cigar with the tip Of his little finger.
"Partly that and partly business" he
returned carelessly.
1.-TWO birds, eh?"
''That's about it. l concluded you
were not coming up our way soon, and
so decided to drop in on you"
Eyes; glad you did" Wilson glanced
at the papers On his desk and frowned
swish l had more time at my disposal
ia run up to the club with you and
show you my Kentucky thoroughbreds,
hut I really am rushed, today particu-
lacly."
'Oh, l haven't bit of time to spare
myself! take the afternoon train
home. The truth is came to see you
tor my clients, the Bishops"
"Ah, 1 see." Wilson's face clouded
over by some mechanical arrangement
known only to himself "Well, l can't
really report any progress in that mat
ter" he said 'All. the company think
Bishops figures are away out of rea-
son, and the truth is right now we are
over head and ears in operations in
other quarters, and-well, you see how
1t is?''
Eyes, think l do" Miller smoked q
moment. I'm fact, I told my clients
last month that the matter was not alb
sOrbing your attention, and so they
gave up counting on you"
Wilson so far forgot his pose that he
looked up in startled sort Of way and
began to study Miller's smoke wrapped
profile
"You say they are not-have not been
counting On my company toto buy
their land?'
''Why, no. said Miller in accents
we'll resembling those of slow and gen.
nfne surprise. why, you have not
shown the slightest interest in the mat
ter since the day you made the loan.
wanted the land The only reason 1
called was that the note Is payable to-
day, and"-
"'Oh, yes, by Jove! That was care
less OF me. The interest is due
knew it would be all right, and l had
no idea you would bother to run down
for that. Why, my boy, we could have
"A" IL AOI IL, you hLO"
Miller smiled inwardly as be looked
calmly and fxedly through his smoke
into the unsuspectiug visage upturned
to him.
"But the note itself is payable to-
day" he said, closely on the alert for a
facial collapse, land, while you or 1
might take up paper for $4,000
through a bank, old fashioned people
like Mr.. and Mrs. Bishop would feel
safer to have it done by an agent
That's why I came.'
Miller in silent satisfaction saw the
face of his antagonist fall to pieces
like an artificial flower suddenly shat
tered
PAY the noter' gasped Wilson.
"sWhy"-
Miller pulled at his cigar and gazed
at his victim as If slightly surprised
over the assumption that his clients
had not all along intended to avail
themselves of that condition in their
contract.
You mean that the Bishops are
ready to- Wilson began again on an
other breath-'to pay US the $25,OOO?
And the interest for six MONTHS"
quietly added Miller, reaching for a
match on the desk. II reckon you've
got the note here. don't want to miss
my train"
Wilson was a good business man,
but his Puritanical training in New
England had not fitted him for willy
diplomacy.
<tOf course they can take up their
note today if they WISH" be said, with
alarmed frankness. II was not count
ing on it, though" He rose to his feet.
Miller's watchful eye detected a GER
tain trembling Of his lower lip He
thrust his hands into his pockets nerv-
ously, and in tone of open irritation
he said to the young man at the type
writer: Brown, wish you'd let up on
that Internal clicking. Sometimes l
can stand it. and then again I can't