The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1910-11-17

II want you to end this persecution.
! want you to call him off"
in other words. you want me to
save you"
Emerson swallowed. II suppose it
amounts to that. l want to be let
alone. want square deal"
well. won't" Wayland's voice
hardened suddenly: his sound. white
teeth snapped together. You are get
ting exactly what you deserve. You be-
trayed me by spying upon me while
you broke bread in my house I see
nothing reprehensible in Mr.. Marsh's
conduct. but even If I did would
not censure him. Any measures are
justi6able against a traitor"
Boyd Emerson's face went gray be
meath its coating Of tan. and his voice
threatened to break as he said:
81 am no traitor, and you know it.
I thought you man of honor. and I
came to you not for help. but for JUS
tice. But l see was mistaken. am
beginning to believe that Marsh acted
under your instructions from the
first
believe what you choose
you think you've got me, but you
haven't. I'll beat you yet"
you can't beat me at anything
Mr.. Wayland's Jaws were set like
iron.
Not this year perhaps. but next
You and Marsh have whipped me this
time. but the salmon will come again.
and I'll run my plant in spite Of hell!'
Wayne Wayland made as if to
speak. but Boyd went on uDheeding:
! you've taken q dislike to me. but
your conduct shows that you fear me-
You are afraid I'll succeed, and |
will"
Brave talk" said the older man.
But you owe 100000. and your
stockholders will learn Of your mis-.
management"
Your persecution. you meanr' cried
the other. II can explain. They will
wait another year. I will raise more
money. and they win stand by me-"
| "Perhaps l know more about that
than you do"
| Emerson strobe toward the desk
menacingly. crying in a quiverine
voice:
II warn you to keep your hands of
| them. Don't try any Of your financial
tTickery with me. or III
Wayne Wayland leaped from his
chair. his face purple and his eyes
| flashing savagely.
! Leave this yacht" he Numbered.
II won't allow you to insult me. I
won't stand your threats. I've got
you where I want you. and when the
time comes you'll know It Now. get
out!'' He stretched forth great
square hand and closed it SO fercely
that the fingers cracked. "I'H crush
you-like that"
f, Boyd turned and strobe from the
! cabin
Half blinded with anger. he stun
bled down the ladder to his launch.
| Back to the plant he ordered. then
gazed with lowering brows and defiant
| eyes at the Grande Dame as she rest
ed swanlike and serene at her moor
ings. His anger against Mildred's IA
| Their destroyed for the time all thought
Of his disappointment at her own lack
Of understanding and her cool accept
ance Of his failure. He saw only that
his affairs had reached a final climax
where be must bow to the inevitable
or-Big Georges parting words came
to him-suike one last blow in re-
prisal
It was the hour Of bis darkest. de-
spair-the real crisis in his life. There
are times when it rests with fate to
make a strong man stronger or turn
him altogether to evil Such a man
will not accept misfortune tamely He
is the reverse Of those who are good
through weakness. It Is his nature to
Sin strongly
But the unexpected happened. and
Boyd's black mood vanished in amaze
ment at the sight which met his eyes.
Moored to the fsb dock was lighter
awash with cargo that made him
stare and doubt his vision. He bad
seen his scanty crew Of gill meters re-
turn empty handed With the rising
sun. exhausted. disheartened. depleted
n numbers, yet there before him were