Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1912-11-23
HIS BUSINESS ABILITY
Jack Bemls Knew Something
More Than Aviation.
BY cLARIssA MAcklE.

mo. Jack" said Mr.. Farlane sadly
but firmly. Il cannot permit you "
marry DELL"
But. Mr.. Farlane," persisted Jack
Bemis, quite as firmly, what's the
matter with meG"
Nothing except your precarious
means of livelihood"
81 earned twenty-five thousands last
year"
"Yes--but how?"
I'm cash prizes for long distance
flights and for altitude. You con.
graduated me at the time, ana saio
you were proud of me, SIR
"Ah. yes, but that was before
knew you wanted to marry my
daughter" explained Mr.. Fariane
! with singular lack OF logic.
Jack looked bewildered.
81 mean that an aviator's like IS
constantly in danger-think OF the
anxiety suffered by your wife every
time you made a flight II you VIII
choose some other vocation you can
ask me again"
"But might not succeed in DOING
anything else"
'Then you are not made OF the
stuff thought" snapped Mr.. Fariane'
who was exceedingly nervous over
the matter. for he had had just con-
cluded a distressing interview with
his beloved daughter on the same
subject.
THANK you" said Jack slowly, as
he picked up his hat. "Win you
leave the matter open for while4
You may have three months" said
Mr.. Farlane curtly and he NODDED
coolly as Jack said good-by and left
the house. "If Dell doesnT change
her mind" he called after him with
wicked smile.
"Change her mind" shifted Jack
scornfully, for only few hours De-
fore Dell Farlane had promised liter.
ally to fly with him to the ends OF
the earth II need be.
what other business could ! en-
ter?" he asked himself later in the
day when he found time to brood
/. over the matter ain 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
J out of business-unless-u "a
satirical CLEAN came into Jacks
eye) unless I gave my respected
father.in-law-to-be run for his
money. The more l think. OF 1t
there is just one business that appeals
to me, and that is to open a 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 well that they will quite for
| get to. stop at Mr. Farlane's famous
Red Tree Inn. Father-in-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 IL 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 &c
} into some safe business" objected
} the fearful Dell.
II
: my closest competitor!" declared the
} outraged hotel proprietor.
"You see. it's a business that does
: not require much experience-ant
Jack wanted to make money quick
and SO he put everything he had ir
, 1t. It's safe!"
3 Doesn't require experience, Ell
l The boys crazy!" Mr.. Farlane flew
] around his library in angry ihdigna
ton. Don't have to go down tc
. my hotel every day to see that 1t IL
3 properly run--eh?"
yes, father. But Jack will hirt
3 a manager"
e aha! And what win Mr.. Jack dc
D with himself?"
! II don't know. suppose he Nigh
I fly as recreation-it is gentle
!. manly sport. isn't it?"
e "Of course, of course! Well,
: shall never permit my daughter I,
y marry a man that runs me out o
j business!"
eT1l tell Jack" murmured Dell, blu
e there was a deep dimple In on,
+ round cheek.
. Jack, you mustn't run father out o
i DuS1n6SS! BIG WdFHcu When bno Huc
|. him the next day "He isn't pleased
r II wish your father would selec
I some perfectly proper enterprise TO
1 me to engage in when I'm on tn
earth, for of course he cannot expec
me to give up aying. You wouldn'
would you. dear?"
!. Dell shook her pretty head. 20
1 course not! You know how fond
J am OF going up and how proud an
OF you and what you've done for avia
ton Father doesn't seem to under
stand tina. It's career and that pei
:. haps you are one of those born pic
neers who have to take risks In oil
;. der that others may fly safely in year
a to comet"
"Darlingi" murmured Jack arden,
!. ly.
Pm proud OF you'll" went on tn
= enthusiastic Dell. II wish we coui,
/. fly ogether-always!"
!, sIf we didn't have to have to hav'
!, your fathers consent"--suggeste
: Jack little shamefacedly
. "Ah, but we must have that! w