The Birmingham age-herald., 1907-05-19
(Copyright.)

THERE was trouble in the office of
 Peck & Morgan, makers of the 4 Peck motor car, "the king of the automobile world,'' to quote from the inch advertisements written by MT. Peck. MT. i Peck was glaring at the youthful MT. Morgan, and MT. Morgan was looking, in resentfu gloom, at the red-faced, white, whiskered MT. Peck.
 No, slrl 1 don't put another cent into this blamed business,'' snapped MT. Peck. Who wants our automobile? Nobody. We lose money every day we pretend to keep on making 'em. A little later we'll be bankrupt 1 won't have the disgrace of bankruptcy against my good name. I'm for selling the business now-or giving it away"
 ',l s easy for you to talk about giving ! 1t away-you with your millions to fall back on said Morgan bitterly.
 "If l put any more in, as you want me to, l wouldn't have 'em to fall back on, retorted MT. Peck.
 You'd have few more if you'd spend fifty or a hundred thousan-'
 "Oh. cut it out I'm tired of that Haven't l been telling you since We started up two years ago, show me re suits and I'd come dp with more money?
 And haven't I been telling you," Mor- gan returned sharply "come up with more money and I'd show you results2'
 Together the last sentence of each de- fined the great difference between tho partners-the difference that during the two years had galled and restrained Mor- gan's enterprise like sharp and tight drawn bit-the difference that now brought the partners to the verge Of quarrel Mir Peck was the business pro- duct of a past business generation; even when making millions out of the Peck Sewing machine he had never ventured-- had never led his business, had always followed it. Four years before, after two bad years which he read as warn ing of ruin, he had craftily sold out his business and it's coming failure to MT. Tucker, and it was the great secret bit terness of his life that MT. Tucker was making money faster than he had ever done Two years of stupid leisure had made him eager for the old recreation of business; so when young Morgan, me chanical engineer of reputation, had come to him with a patent sparkling de- vice and proposition for putting new automobile on the market he had invested his old business rules and about half enough capital in the new enterprise, keeping a throttle hold on the venture by reserving to himself 5l per cent of the stock
 Morgan mastered his rising anger. Mir. Peck, through his money could turn fail ure into success; and, furthermore, Mr. Peck was the father of Miss Peck. We still have a chance to make the car a success if we play the chance right he resumed, as calm as his double reason for calmness could make him. "The car is a good one. and deserves to succeed; that much Is true.'
 "Oh, I don't know. We thought it was a good car. But if thing is good, it's bound to succeed of its own accord .tp aolgO fail"
 T beg your pardon, a good thing does not succeed just because it's good. You've got to convince people that it's good-the best there is, if you can; got to get it on the public tongue and in the public eye mad keep 1t there. Now if we could make some big splurge-could pull off some big advertising scheme--
 Advertising, Rot.'
 .Advertisng is what made Tucker"
 Mir. Peck's face darkened, but he dared not retort. He was silent a moment. then said. in his sneering voice: Leading up again to that American cup race. I sec"
 q am; and why not? There's not d swifter and more reliable touring car made in this country than our fifty-horse power A racing car embodying it's good points, I bet would hold it's own with the best of them If the Peck car won the cup or got second or third place we'd suddenly be somebody, and orders would pour in on us. If you'd put up twenty thousand for this"
 Mir. Peck uprose, snorthng shut up; I'm tired of that And let me hand you some information. Young man, you're business idiot.'
 Morgan saw that his chance was gone: his wrath broke it's restraints. And per- init me to remark, my dear sir, that you are a business corpsei'
 Mir Peck gasped. All his life he had bullied his business associates and never before had one bullied him back Whats that? Whats that?' He smashed his pudgy fist down on his desk. By God, we'll see who's the live member of this frml I get out today. and we'll see how long you'll keep aliven'
 Morgans anger had risen to reckless defiance. Why don't you sell your stock to me?' he tounted. I'll build that rac- ing car, win and show you what live business is.''
 Sell it to you. You haven't got dollar to pay for it with,''
 I'll give you a note. If there's noth- ing else to pay with I can sell my pat ent."
 MT Faaars dark look turned to a snarling 1EMnU grin Its yours. If