The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1912-11-07
HIS BUSINESS ABILITY
lack Bemis Knew Something
More Than Aviation.
BY tcLARIssA MAckIE.

but firmly, "a cannot permit you to
marry Dell"
But, Mr. Farlane." persisted Jack
Bemis, quite as firmly, whats the
matter with me?"
Nothing except your precarious
means of livelihood"
81 earned twenty-five thousands last
year"
/ "Yes-but fow!"
I'm cash prizes for long distance
flights and for altitude You con-
graduated me at the time, and said
you were proud of me, sir"
"Ah, yes, but that was before
knew you wanted to marry my
daughter" explained Mr. Farlane
| with a 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 flight. II you will
choose some other vocation you can
ask me again"
But I might not succeed in doing
anything else"
stuff thought" snapped Mr.. Farlane,
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. ''Will you
leave the matter open for while? ?"
You may have three months" said
Mr.. Farlane curtly. and he nodded
coolly as Jack said good-by and left
the house. 'Tf Dell doesn't change
| her mind" he called after him with a
wicked smile
Change her mind!" shifted Jack
scornfully, for only a 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 'In a place like
Wellcot there is no opportunity for
competition; every one Is satisfied
with the merchants and 1t would cost
4 mint of money to run any of them
out of business-unless--un "a
atirfcal CLEAN came into Jacks
oye) unless I gave my respected
'ather-in-law-to-be run for his
money. The more i think of 1t
here is just one business that appeals
to me, and that is to open small,
frst-class hotel and garage on that
bit of shore front Just outside of
Wellcot!
There l can catch all the east
them so we'll that they will quite for
get to stop at Mr. Farlane's famous
Red Tree Inn. Father-in-law, look
1ut for trouble!"
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
hat Jack Bemis was the owner and
promoter Of this nefarious scheme
against his own prosperous business,
re refused the young man admit.
'ance to his house.
But, father, you wanted him to go
into some safe business" objected
he 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 experienoe-and
lack wanted to make money quick
md so he put everything he had in
it. It's safe!"
Doesn't require experience, eh?
The boys crazy!" Mr. Earlane few
around his library in angry indigna-
ton. Don't l have to go down to
my hotel every day to see that It is
properly run-eh?"
Yes, father. But Jack will hire
manager"
AHA! And what win Mr. Jack do
with himself?"
81 don't know. ! suppose he might
fly as a recreation-it Is a gentle
manly sport, isn't it?"
"Of course, of course Well
hall never permit my daughter to
marry a man that runs me out of
husiness!"
I'll tell Jack, murmured Dell, but
there was a deep dimple in one
-ound 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 "Of
course not! You know how fond
am of going up and how proud ! am
Of you and what you've done FOR avia-
ion Father doesn't seem to under
stand that it's 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