New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1912-12-01
@To raise some money!"

"Sure an we were tfldt. DO last 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, 1T isn't the
money I'm wantn' so bad. It's me bhcy!"
well go on, said Kent. "Where did he
90 for the money!
"Some queer old codger he'd met goin'
abroad. He never told me the name"
"Did he take gun with him!'
"Wan Of the new lot. He'd shot nanny
a 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 Cet appeared. did
we put up Mr.. Johns gun for him.
81 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 its 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. Coye." said Kent slowly, Suppose
one of your new guns burst and killed a
man,-no, not John, | tell you.-and the
fact was spread broadcast in the papers,
what would happen to your BUSINESS!
"Itd ruin US 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-smilc over the quaint and loving phrase,
"rather than bring your hopes to rum, was
ready TO take the risk of a murder charge
upon himself. Call up your home and tell
him to come down here and explain. Mean
time. I'll have look around the shop
WHEN 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. nowl" cried Chester Kent, selling
himself by the ear, and hanging. to that or.
gan as TO a rock Of refuge amid flood Of
embarrassment. Lets talk business As
| 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 perSuadlng him
to try the gun. How much did you need!'
"T'wenty thousand dollars said the two
men in breath.
"I've looked over your plant. You've got
a great thing in that gun. If you will reor-
orpanize into a stock company, I'll find
twenty-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,7 he said anxiously, "is me
bhoy safe? Thin newspapers"
"Oh, III wire the main facts to the news
papers," said Kent.
aThen the business is killed, twenty-five
thousand or no twenty-five thousand. said
John Smith, with groan.
"The main facts, said. Here, will write
my telegram now, and you may censor 1t.
POSSESSING himself of Patrick Coyle's
L desk, he indited the following message:
CYRUS REED.
The Courier, Minneapolis. MINI.
Have real autopsy made. II 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