The Elbert County tribune., 1912-08-31

when be came back later. to take his
massive stand in the doorway. his
hands in his pockets and his strong
Jaw set
Il think that things are kind OF
mixed up here. Mr.. French" he stated
grimly. 81 guess I'm the one to
straighten them ont a BIT; I've loved
Mr.. David from the time he was a kid
and never saw him get a square dea
yet You asked him what he was do
ing here-I'n tell you; he is LIE.
strange"
There is degree OF amazement
which precludes speech; Mr.. French
looked back at his partner. mute
He is Lestrange. He never meant
you to know; he'd have left without
your ever knowing. but for Miss EN-
lily. guess I don't need to remind
you OF what he's done; IL It hadn't
been for him we might have closed
our doors some day. He understands
the business as none of US blackburn
Der. old-fashioned ones do: he took
mold and shook some life into IL We
can make cars. but he can make peo-
pie buy them. Advertisingi Why.
just that fool picture he drew on the
back of pad. one day. of a row OF
thermometers up to one hundred
forty. with the sign 'Mercuries are at
the top made more people notice.
Bailey cleared his throat "He was
always making people notice. and
laughing while he did II. He's risked
his neck on every course going. 10
bring our cars in first. he's lent his
fame as racing driver to help us
along. And now everything is fixed
the way we want, he's thrown out.
What did he do 1t for? He thought
he needed to square accounts with
you. for being born, suppose: so
when he heard how things were going
with us he came to me and offered his
help AT least. that's what he said.
l believe he came because he couldn't
bear to see the old place go under"
There was skein Of blue silk
swinging over the edge of the table
Mr.. Ffrench picked It up and replaced
1t in Emily's work basket before re-
plying.
III this remarkable story is true"
he began accurately precise In ac-
cent.
You don't need me to tell you It
Is retorted Bailey You know
what my new managers been doing;
why. you disliked him without seeing
him, but you had to admit his good
work. And heard you talking
ahout hfe alIouonca NJ rfrouoh 10
never touched 1t. not from the first.
1t piled up for six years Last April.
when we needed cash in a hurry. he
drew 1t out and gave II to me to buy
aluminium. When he left here first be
drove taxicab in New York city IN
til he got into racing work and made
Darling Lestrange famous all over the
continent. guess IT went pretty hard
for while: II he'd been the things
you called him. he'd have gone to the
devil alone in New York But he
didn't"
An oriole darted in one arcade and
out again with a musical whir OF
wings. The clink of glass and silver
sounded from the house windows with
a pleasant cheeriness and suggestion
of comfort and plenty
He made good" Bailey concluded.
thoughtfully. But 1t sounded queer
to me to hear you tell him you didn't
want him around because Mr. Dick
took his place. know. and Miss EN-
lily knows. that Dick French was no
use on earth for any place until MIR
David took him In hand and made him
fit to live. That's ALL guess, that
had to say; I'll get back to work"
He turned. but paused to glance
around. TITS going to be pretty dull
at the factory for me. And between
us we've sent Lestrange to the track
with a nice set of nerves."
His retreating footsteps died away
to leave the noon hush unbroken AS
before. uncle and niece were left op-
posite each other. the crumpled news
paper where Lestrange's name showed
in heavy type lying on the floor be-
tween them.
The effect OF Bailey's final sentence
had been to leave Emily dizzied by
apprehension. But when Mr. French
rose and passed out, she aroused to
look up at him eagerly.
Uncle" she faltered.
Disregarding OF unseeing her out
stretched hand. he went on and left
her there alone. And then Emily dared
rescue the newspaper
"A substitute" she whispered. "A
substitute" and laid her wet cheek
against the pictured driver
No one lunched at the French
home that day. except the servants.
Near three o'clock in the afternoon
Mr.. Ffrench came back to the pavilion
where Emily still sat.
Go change your gown" he com
manded. in his usual tone. I'VE VIII
start now. | have. sent for Bailey and