New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1910-10-26
CHAPTER xI.

gasped Boyd to the reporter
~ No, sir Alton Clyde! He
was pretty talkative the night saw
him." The reporter laughed meaning
~.
Drunk, do you mean p
"Oh, nots exactly drunk, but pretty
wet. He knew what he was saying,
however. Can't you give me some
thing more?'
Nothing" Boyd hurried to his hotel,
a prey to mingled anger and contrition.
So Fraser had told the truth, after all,
and with a kind Of sullen loyalty had
chosen to remain under a cloud himself
rather than inform on a friend 1t was
quite in keeping with the fellows pc
cullar temperament. AS it happened,
Boyd found the two men together and
lost no time in acquainting them with
his discovery.
i've come to apologize to you," he
said to Fraser, who grinned broadly
and was seized with a sudden abash-
ment which stilled his tongue. Elmer
son turned to Clyde. ''Why did you
permit me to do this injustice?
Ell didn't mean to give out any
secrets-I don't remember doing it,"
Alton apologized lamely. "You know
| can't drink much. don't remember
thing about it, honestly Boyd re-.
garded him coldly, but the young.
mans penitence seemed so genuine, he
looked so weak, so pitifully incompe-
font that tho n{hnrs ock ~
chastise him. It requires resistance to
develop heat, and against the absence
of character it is impossible to create
any sort of emotion.
when you got drunk that night you
not only worked a great hardship on
all of us, but afterward you allowed
me to misjudge very faithful man,
declared Boyd. IF you can't keep a
close mouth and do as you are told
you'd better go back to Chicago"
Don't climb any higher" admon-
ished "Fingerless" Fraser. 'Hes all
futfed up now. I'll lay you 8 to i he
don't make another break of the kind"
"No; l was so com-cussed-pletely
picked that I forgot I even spoke
| about the salmon canning business. I'll
break my corkscrew and seal my flask,
and from this moment until we come
out next fall the demon rum and are
divorced. Is that good news?'
"Everything is joke to you, isn't
it?' said Boyd. IF this trip doesn't
make a man Of you, you'll never grow
up'
AS if billiards conversion had mark
ed the turning point of their luck, the
partners now entered upon period of
almost uninterrupted success. Boyd
signed his charter, securing a tramp
steamer then discharging at Tacoma;
Bait closed his contracts for Chinese
labor, and the scattered carloads of
material which had been lost en- route
or mysteriously laid out on sidings be-
gan to come in as if of their own ac-
cord.
A brigade of orientals and a minia-
| ture army Of fishermen had appeared
| as if by magic and were quartered in
| the lower part of the city awaiting
| shipment. At the dock one throbbing
| April evening the Bedford Castle
| berthed, ready to receive her cargo,
and the two men made their way to-
ward their hotel, weary, but glowing
with the grateful sense of an arduous
| duty well performed. The following
morning would find the wharf swarm
| ing with stevedores and echoing to the
| rattle of trucks, the clank Of hoists
| and the shrill whistles Of the signal
| men.
| "Looks like they couldn't stop us
now" said Bait.
1T does," agreed Emerson. eve
ought to clear in four days-thatll be
| the 15th.''
at smells like an early spring, too"
the fisherman observed, shifting the air.
eff it is We'll be in Kalvik the first
week in May"
"Im off to tell Cherry" said Boyd
| His course took him past billiards.
bank, and when abreast of it he nearly
collided with a man who came hurry
ing forth. In the well groomed, fiery
recognized the manager of the North
American Packers association.
"Good evening, Mr.. Marsh
| Marsh Whirled about "Eh? All!
| Why, yes, it's Emerson
Marsh informed Boyd of the anger
of Mildred's father at his canning en-
terprise and also that Mildred and
Mr.. Wayland were to visit Kalvik on
a yachting tour. Emerson was great
~ amazed at this information; also he
realized that Marsh had arrived on
the spot because billiard had granted
| his opponents their needed loan. The
men separated.
| The next morning Bait rushed in on
Emerson with news that the laborers
loading the Bedford Castle had gone
on strike because the captain, Peas
| ley, rightly refused a demand Of $1,000
| by the union.
"It's Marsh again" said Big George.
eyes," Emerson answered; its a
| hOlduD D11re and simn1a,' 4 look nf