The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1910-10-09

There is no longer any secret about
It I have combined the packing In
dustries of the Pacific coast under the
| association"
Boyd felt himself growing numb.
what do you mean by packing In
dusries%" asked Mildred
"Canneries - salmon f1Sheriesi We
own 60 per cent of the plants Of the
entire coast including Alaska. That's
why I've been SO keen about that
north country. Boyd. You nsver
| guessed it, eh?"
| mo, SIR" Boyd stammered
well. we control the supply, and
allow only what competition we de-
sire. 1t was beautiful transaction"
| Was he dreaming? Boyd wondered.
His mouth was dry, but be managed to
! inquire:
What about the independent can
neries?"
| Marsh laughed. There Is no senti-
| ment in business! There are about 40
| per cent too many plants to suit us. I
believe I am capable of attending to
them"
'Mr. Marsh Is the general manager"
Wayland explained with the mar
ket in our own hands and sufficient
capital to operate at loss for year
or two years. If necessary. I don't
think the independent plants will cost
us much"
Now for the first time Emerson re-
allied the improperly of his own pres
ent position. He was here In the Way
| land home under false pretenses: they
had barred to him secrets not rightly
his with which he might arm himself
When this, too, became known to the
f1nancier he would regard him not only
as a presumptuous enemy, but as a
traitor. Boyd knew the old tyrant too
well to doubt his course of action;
thenceforth there would be war to the
hilt.
The announcement Of dinner inter
rupted his dismayed reflections. and he
walked out in company with Mr.. Way
land. who linked arms with him as If
to afford Willis Marsh every advan-
tage, f1eeting though it might prove.
He is a wonderful fellow" the old
gentleman observed soto voce, indicat-
ing Marsh-"one of the keenest bust.
ness men 1 ever met"
"YesY
Indeed he Is. He IS money maker,
too; his associates swear by him If
I were you, my Roy, l would study
him; he is a good man to initiate"
At the dinner table the talk at first
was general and Of a character appro-
pirate for the hour, but Miss Wayland
oddly enough, displayed such an I'M
usual thirst for information regarding
the North American Packers associa-
ton that her father was moved to
mark upon 1t.
What in the world has como ov.
you, Mildred?" he said. "You new.
cared to hear about my doings be
fore"
"Please don't discourage me-" she
urged. Il am really in earnest l
should like to know all about this new
trust Of yours. Perhaps my little uni
verse is growing bit tiresome to me-"
$50 far it has been all hard work"
Wayne Wayland at length announced.
''but in the future l propose to derive
some pleasure from this affair. I am
tired out. For long time have been
planning a trip somewhere, and now
think shall make a tour Of inspec-
ton in the spring and visit the various
holdings Of the North American Pack
ers' association. In that way can
combine recreation and business"
How far will you gor questioned
Boyd.
"Clear up to Mr.. Marsh's station"
"Kalvik?"
Eyes; that is the plan," Marsh chin
ed in. you see. am selfish in urging
it, Miss Wayland. 1 expect you to
join the party"
II am sure you would like = Mil
dred," the magnate added.
Boyd could scarcely believe his ears.
Would they come to Kalvik? Would
they all assemble there in that unnap-
ped nook? And, supposing they should.
had he the courage to continue his
mad enterprise? It was all so unreal!
He was torn between the desire to
have Mildred agree and fear of the In
AuGuGc lulSul gam uQAAAS puSA
q trip. But Miss Wayland evidently
had an eye to her own comfort, for
she replied:
mo, indeed. The one thing abhor
above land travel is a sea voyage; I
am wretched sailor"
But this trip on a yacht would be
worth WHILE" urged her father. why,
It will be a regular voyage Of discov
cry. am as excited over it as . coun
| try boy on circus day"
Marsh seconded him with all his
powers Of persuasion, but the girl,
greatly to Emerson's surprise, merely
reaf1rmed her determine ton.
Are there any women in Alaska !"
| questioned the girl.
'In the mining camps, yes: but we
fishermen live lonely lives"
! But the coy, shrinking Indian maid
! ems? l have read about them