The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1911-01-18
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Mr.. CUSHWAY
BY NJ. j. PHILLIPS


Old Cushway, OF the chemical trust.
suffered and Sc sthed like one Of his
own carboys. His neatly shaver pink
jowls grew purple. His pink scalp
turned fiery red. Each closely cropped
hair on the sparsely covered head
brlstled.
you, you-" he beloved, and
stopped, overcome by the rush of his
emotions. He swallowed hard, yazed
at the young man before him, and
began again: you miserable, migrate
full gutter-snipe! You lazy double-deal.
er! Using your position as my secre-
tary to try to steal my daughter! Oh,
you.-"
Have ! your permission to marry
her, sir?"
mo! No, confound you! When she
marries, it'll be man with some pros
poets. You haven't a cent In the
world"
I'm getting $4,000 year, sir"
CAS- my secretary. I've made you,
hang you! Took you out of the
street."
"Out Of college, SIR" corrected the
young man, calmly.
Same thing! Took you out Of
poverty and starvation and made a
manfred to make man." he cor
rected himself hastily, 'out Of you.
Whered you be If turned you out
tomorrow"
Young Hammond had borne hi1n-
self admirably during the trade, but
now a slight flush rose to the roots
of his hair. "Oh, don't know" he
retorted. Il don't think J. Allison
Perkins, of the Raw Drugs corpora
ton, would see me starve!"
whats that?" Cushway thrust out
a stubby underlip, and scowled more
blackly than ever. Throw Raw
Drugs in my face. Ell? Yes. that's
true; Perkins would pay we'll for my
secrets! He'd rob my safe, if he
thought he could get away with it. So
you're going to him, you ungrateful-"
Unless you discharge me, sir
'Humph:" Mr.. Cushway suddenly
subsidized into his everyday voice and
manner. Now let's understand one
another, Hammond. I've got to be
away for day or so. There's a con-
ference on. For certain reasons not
unconnected with your threat about
Perkins, l don't want you with me.
Will you promise not to see or COM
municate with my daughter till get
back?"
mo. sir, will mott"
The older man nodded. Il thought
you wouldn't. Very we'll; and now you
listen. II you try to get into my house.
or II you're seen with my daughter.
you will be Immediately arrested-do
you hear, sir, Immediately! And II
that socialist preacher from the settle
ment, Monckton, shows up around
there, either, you'll be landed in cell
within an hour. don't propose to
have any clandestine marriage behind
my back"
Hammond smiled broadly. Arrest
ed? For speaking to your daughter?
Nonsense!"
"Oh, no, Hammond" His employer
shook his head and grinned triumph.
antly. "You will be arrested for the
embezzlement of-lets see-we'll call
it $3,S43.79." He turned to his desk
and scrubbed the amount on pad.
That's what you'll be arrested for!
Tut, tut, now" AS the young man
took a threatening step toward him.
Keep your temper; play the game:
play the camel"
"But | haven't embeZz!ed a cent Of
your money!" cried Hammond furi-
ously.
Il know It," Mr.. Cushway nodded
again. But | guess If | said you had
the police'd lock you up. wouldn't
they?" He waited for an answer. but
none was Forthcoming. Hammond
knew they would.
"Ill fix it SO they won't touch you
as long as you keep away" he con-
tinued. "I'll say my chain of evidence
isn't quite completed. But I'll tell the
chief that if Monckton or you goes to
the house, or you meet Ethel any.
where, it's signal I'm ready. And
they'll nab you. So you see it's all up
to you. Agree to an armistice till
get back and you won't be molested.
Otherwise" he waved a plump. pink
hand negligently and continued: "Of
course If they do get you III see that
you're released"
Thanks" rejoined the secretary.
Ironically We'll" he said, ungra-
ciously, at last, "supposing agree to
this armistice?"
"Um-well, III make no promises
But We'll see"
The secretary laughed scornfully.
THAT means you'd pack Ethel off to
Europe for year,"
Hammond took one or two agitated
turns across the luxurious private of.
fee Then he stopped before the com.
pacent magnate, why do you object
to me as a son-in-aw?" he demanded
No man is hero to his boss" he
observed.