The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1910-08-25

Plenty of 'em. pappy; lots of 'em.
The old world is moving right along;
1t would be pity If it didn't. don't you
think? But about this pipe business:
l want you to make over these patents
to me-"
They're yours now. Tom; everything
I've got will be yours in a little WHILE"
said the father; but his voice betrayed
the depth of that thrust Was the new
Tom beginning so soon to grasp aud
reach out avariciously for the fruit OF
the old tree?
You ought to know that I don't
mean it that way" said Tom, frowning
a little. But here is the way II sizes
up. There is money in this pipe-mak-
ing; some money now and big money
later on. Farley has refused to go into
it unless you make it company prop
osition; as president and a controlling
stakeholder you can't very we'll go into
1t unless you make 1t a company prop
osition; as president and a controlling
stakeholder you can't very we'll go into
1t now without making IL some sort OF
a company proposition But you can
transfer the patents to me, and 1 can
contract with Chiawassee Consolidated
to make pipe for me-"
THAT would certainly be givin' Colo
mel Dubbury a dose of his own medi-
cineS out l don't like it, Tom 1t looks
as if we were taking advantage of
him"
NO. I'd make the proposition to
him, personally. if he were here. and
the boss; and he'd be a fool If he didn't
just jump at It," said Tom, earnestly.
T2rlt ic fn II
we make go of this. and don't protect
ourselves. the two Farleys will come
back and put the whole thing in their
pockets. 1 won't go in on any such
terms. When they do come back. I'm
going to have money to fight them with.
and this is our one little ghost of a
chance. Ring up Judge Bates and get
him to come over here and make a To-
gal transfer OF these patents to me-"
The experiences of the summer were
all hardening. He plunged into the
world OF business, into a panic-time
competition which was in grim reality
a fight for life, and there seemed to he
little to choose between trampling or
being trampled. BY early autumn the
iron industries of the country were
gasping. and the stacks of pig in the
Chiawassee yards. kept down a little
during the summer by a few meaper
orders, grew and spread until they COW
cred acres. AS long is money could be
had. the iron was bonded as fast az n
was made, and the proceeds were turn
ed into wages to make more. But when
money was no longer obtainable from
this source. the pipe venture was the
only hope.
With the entire foundry force at the
Chiawassee making pipe, Tom had gone
into the market with his low-priced
product. But the commercial side of
the struggle was fre-new to him. and
he found himself matched against men
who knew buying and selling as he
knew smelling and casting. They rout-
ed him, easily at first, with increasing
difficulty as he learned the new trade,
but always with certainty. II was Nor
man, the correspondence man, trans
formed now into a sales agent. who
gave him his first hint of the inward
ness.
We're too straight, Mr. Gordon:
that's at the bottom of it." he said 10
Tom, over a grill-room luncheon at the
Marlboro one day. TT takes money to
make money. Four times cut of five
we have to sell TO a municipal COM
mittee, and the other time We have Ia
monkey with the purchasing agent of a
corporation. In either case 1t takes
money-other money besides the differ
ence in price"
Tom was in town that day for the
purpose OF taking a train TO Louisville
where he was to meet the officials OF an
Indiana city forced, despite the hard
times, TO relay many miles OF worn
out water-mains. He made a pencil
computation on the back OF an envel-
| ope. The contract was a large one, and
| his bid, which he was confident was
lower than any competitor could make
would still stand cut and leave a
margin OF profit. Before he took the
| train he went to the bank. and, wher
he reached the Kentucky metropolis
| his first care was to assure the wheel
| horse" member OF the municipal pur-
chasing board that he was ready tC
talk business on a modern business ba-
| sis.
Notwithstanding. he lost the contract
other people were growing desperate
toe. It appeared, and his bride was no
great enough. One member of tn,
committee stood by him and gave hin
the facts. A check had been passed
and 1t was a bigger check than Ton
could draw without trenching on TIT
balance left in the Iron City Nationa
TO meet the months payroll at Cor.
donia.
You sent a boy to MILL" said tn,
loyal one. And now it's all over
don't mind telling you that you sen
| IT.. A. ..,opo mill otStbat D,,lltr
gers a hog"
I'D like to do him up" said Tom
vindictively.
We'll, that might be done, too. Blu
it would cost you something"
Tom did not take the hint; he wa
not buying vengeance. But on the wa,
home he grew hitterer with every sub
tracted mile. lie could meet one NOR
pay day, and possibly another; ant
then the end would come. This on
contract would have saved the day. an,
ii was lost.
The homing train, rushing aroun,
the boundary hills of Paradise, set hin
down at Gordonia late in the afternoon
There was no one at the station I
meet him, but there was bad news Il
the air which needed no herald to pro
claim K Though 1t still wanted hal
an hour of quitting time. the big plan
was silent and deserted. Tom Wake
out the pike and found his father o.
the Woodlawn porch.
You needn't say IT, son." was hi
low greeting, when Tom had flung him
self into a chair. 1T was In the Sout
Tredegar papers this morning.
What was in the papers,"
About our losin' the Indiany con
tract. 1 reckon it was what did TN
business for us, though there were
plenty Of black looks and storr
brewin' when we missed the pay
yesterday"
Missed the pay day? Why. 1 lei
money in bank for 1t when went I
Louisville."
Yes know you did. When Dyck
man didn't come out with the pay
oils yesterday evening 1 telephone
.m. He said vint Farley. as treasur
r. Of the company. had made draft o
him and taken IT all"
: And the men?"
The miners went out at 10 o'cloc