Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-12-01

"Sure an we were that So fas: the adver-
tisin' had brung in orders we couldn't fill
'em. An you know what it is to fail on your
first market"
@No. What is it?"
ruin. Iviry clint I've saved is in this
fact'ry. But" his lip quivered, at isn't the
money I'm wantin' SO bad. It's me bhoy."
well go on said Kent. "Where did he
60 for the money!"
"Some queer old codger he'd met goin'
abroad. He never told me the name"
"Did he take gun with him?"
EVAN of the new lot. He'd shot NANNY
time with it himself 1t shtood beyant
there in the corner of his little office" He
threw the door open. "Saints!' he shouted.
In the corner stood gun. Patrick Coyle
ran to the door.
"Con!" he shouted. @Con! Where are YEP"
A numbering young Celt appeared. did
Il did that"
@Where did We find it?"
@On his desk top"
The old man moaned. "A defective bar
rel!" he whispered. "Flawed steel, sent in
for inspection. An my bhoy tuck it, an
shot it, an it's kilt him! Tell me the truth.
Mr. Kent. will have it,"
think of the letter." said Kent. @How
could he write to you if he were killed."
@Thrue fer We! But at best he's bad
hurled"
"Mr. Coyle," said Kent slowly, Suppose
one of your new guns burst and killed a
man,-no, not John, l tell you!- and the
fact was spread broadcast in the papers,
what would happen to your business?@
"It'd ruin u.s. We could just quit business.
Give me six months time. an we'd have the
gun established so nothin' could hurt us.
But now-we'd close shop"
"Then," said Kent, "your bhoy that YOU
brought up by heart, he smiled his grave.
half-srnile over the quaint and loving phrase.
"rather than bring your hopes to ruin. was
ready to take the risk of murder charge
upon himself. Call up your home and tell
him to come down here and explain. Mean
time, III have a look around the shop"
X/HEN Kent came back to the little
w office, he found the two men standing
hand in hand like lovers. Instantly they fell
upon him in a whirlwind of gratitude
@Now, now!" cried Chester Kent, Selling
himself by the ear, and hanging to that or
gan as to a rock of refuge amid a food of
embarrassment. Lets talk business. AS
1 understand it, John Smith here, knowing
that Flint had money, went to him with the
new gun and the advertisements, and in
terested him to the extent of persuading him
Twenty thousand dollars" said the two
men in breath.
3I've looked over your plant. You've got
great thing in that gun. If you will reor-
organize into a stock company, I'll find
twenty-f five thousand dollars for it.
Then there was another outburst of graft
tude, in the midst of which Patrick Coyle's
face changed.
"But, Sorr," he said anxiously, @is me
bhoy safe? Thin newspapers
ooh, III wire the main facts to the news
papers" said Kent.
"Then the business is killed, twenty-five
thousand or no twenty-five thousand!' said
John Smith, with groan.
"The main facts, l said. Here, I will write
my telegram now, and you may censor it.
POSSESSING himself of Patrick Coyle's
desk, he indited the following message:
CYRUS REED.
The Courier. Minneapolis. MINI.
Have real autopsy made. 1t will reveal parts
of gun barrel in face and neck. as cause of
death Stranger lent gun to Flint. Second bar
rel burst when discharged. Stranger in panic
threw gun into river and escaped Explain to
Professor Gage on my behalf. Your exclusive