Bryan daily eagle and pilot. [volume] (Bryan, Tex.) 1909-1918, 1912-10-15
his BUSINESS ABILITY
Jack Bemis Knew Something
More Than Aviation.
BY cLARissA MAckIE.


marry Dell"
But, Mr.. Farlane," persisted Jack
Bemis, quite as firmly. whats the
matter with me?"
Nothing except your precarious
means Of livelihood"
Il earned twenty-five thousands last
year"
''Yes-but how?"
in cash prizes for long distance
flights and for altitude You con-
graduated me at the time, and said
you we're proud of me, SIR
"Ah, yes, but that was before l
knew you wanted to marry my
daughter" explained Mr. Farlane
with singular lack of logic
Jack looked bewildered.
II mean that an aviator's like Is
constantly in danger-think of the
anxiety suffered by your wife every
time you made a fight II you Will
choose some other vocation you can
ask me again"
But might not succeed in doing
anything else"
Then you are not made OF the
stun thought" snapped Mr.. Farlane,
who was exceedingly nervous over
the matter, for he had had just con-
cluded distressing interview with
his beloved daughter on the same
subject.
Thank you" said Jack slowly, as
he picked up his hat will you
leave the matter open for while?
you may have three months" said
Mr.. Farlane lcurtly. and he nodded
coolly as Jack said good-by and left
the house. IF Dell doesn't change
her mind" he called after him with
wicked smile.
"Change her mind" shifted Jack
scornfully, for only few hours be-
fore Dell Farlane had promised liter
ally to fly with him to the ends OF
the earth II need be.
what other business could I en-
teri" he asked himself later In the
day when he found time to brood
over the matter. TN a place like
Wellcot there is no opportunity for
competition; every one is satisfied
with the merchants and 1t would cost
a mint of money to run any of them
out of -unless-unless" "a
satirIcal CLEAN came into Jacks
eye) unless / gave my respected
father-in-law-to-be a run for his
money The more I think Of 1t
there is Just one business that appeals
to me, and that is to open small,
first-class hotel and garage on that
bit of shore front just outside of
Wellcot!
There can catch all the east
bound automobile parties and treat
them so we'll that they will quite for
get to stop at Mr.. Farlane's famous
Red Tree Inn. Fatherin-law. look
out for troubled"
Mr. Farlane made several trips out
to the point to survey the snug little
cream brick Inn and garage that went
up as II by magic. When he heard
that Jack Bemis was the owner and
promoter of this nefarious scheme
against his own prosperous business,
he refused the young man admit.
lance to his house.
But, father, you wanted him to go
into some safe business" objected
the fearful Dell.
1T was not necessary to become
my closest competitor" declared the
outraged hotel proprietor.
"You see, it's business that does
not require much experience-and
Jack wanted to make money quick.
and so he put everything he had in
II. It's safe!"
Doesn't require experience. Ell?
The boys crazy" Mr.. Farlane few
around hts library in angry indigna-
ton. Don't have to go down to
my hotel every day to see that It is
properly run-eh?"
Yes, father. But Jack will hire
q manager"
AHA! And what will Mr.. Jack do
with HIMSELF"
II don't know. ! suppose he might |
fly as a recreation-it Is gentle
manly sport, isn't IT."
"Of course, of course! Well, | |
shall never permit my daughter to
marry a man that runs me out of
business!"
"I'1l tell Jack" murmured Dell. but
there was a deep dimple in one
round cheek.
Jack. you mustn't run father out OF
business!" she warned when she met
him the next day. "He isn't pleased"
II wish your father would select
some perfectly proper enterprise for
me to engage in when I'm on the
earth. for of course he cannot expect
me to give up flying. You wouldn't
would you. DEAR"
Dell shook her pretty head. "0f
course not You know how fond
am of going up and how proud am
Of you and what you've done for avia-
ton. Father doesn't seem to under
stand that it's a career and that per
haps you are one OF those born pio- |
neers who have to take risks In or
der that others may fly safely in years
to comet"
"Darling!" murmured Jack ardent !
ly
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