Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1912-07-12

. grIinly. Il guess I'm the one t
straighten them out bit; I've love-
Mr.. David from the time he was a XII
and never saw him get square dea
yet You asked him what he was do
ing here-Tn tell you; he is L.
strange
There is a degree OF amazemenr
which precIudes speech; Mr.. French
looked back at his partner, mute.
HE ~ Lestrange He never meant
you to ljnow; he'd have left without
your ever knowing, but for Miss EN-
lily. guess / don't need to remind
you Of what he's done; if 1t hadn't
been for him we might have closed
our doors some day. He understands
the business as none of US back-num-
Der, old-fashioned ones do; he took
mold and shook some life into It, We
can make cars, but he can make PEG
pie buy them. Advertising Why,
| Just that fool picture he drew on the
back of pad one day, of 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 It. He's risked
his neck on every course going, to
bring our cars In first, he's lent bis
fame as a racing driver to help us
along. And now everything is fixed
the way we want, he's thrown out.
What did he do it 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. All least, that's what he said.
| believe he came because he couldn't
bear to see the old place go under"
There was a 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.
IF this remarkable story is true"
he began, accurately precise in ac-
cent
you don't need me to tell you it
s." retOrted Bailey you know
what my new managers been doing;
Why, you disliked him without seeing
lin, but you had to admit his good
work. And | heard you talking
bout his allowance, Mr.. French He
lever touched 1t, not from the first; {
piled up for six years. Last April, s
7hen we needed cash in a hurry, he t
rev it out and gave It to me to buy {
luminum. When he left here first he '
rove taxicab in New York city I'M e
i he got into racing work and made ?
'arling Lestrange famous all over the S
ointment. I guess it went pretty hard
IF a while; if he'd been the things Il
gu called him, he'd have gone to the a
evil alone in New York. But he S
dn't." a.
An oriole darted in one arcade and Sc
1t again with a musical whir of Of
ings. The clink of glass and silver hi
unded from the house windows with to
pleasant cheeriness and suggestion
comfort and plenty. ga
HE made good" Bailey concluded, TO
oughtfully But it sounded queer De
me to hear you tell him you didn't
mt him around because Mr.. Dick WI
ok his place. know, and Miss EN- ou
knows, that Dick Ffrench was no WI
on earth for any place until Mr.. Ell
yid took him in hand and made him nis
oil 7
lad to say; I'll get back to work" bu
turned, but paused to glance
'und. TITS going to be pretty dull PIC
the factory for me. And between VIII
we've sent Lestrange to the track pea
h nice set of nerves." nal
lis retreating footsteps died away al
leave the noon hush unbroken. AS enc
ore, uncle and niece we're left op- WIN
lite each other, the crumpled news WI.
er where Lestrange's name showed =,
heavy type lying on the floor be- 'ne'
EN- them.
he effect of Bailey's final sentence
been to leave Emily dizzied by n
rehension. But when Mr.. French mig
and passed out, she aroused to dee
up at him eagerly. an
Uncle" she faltered mo,
lsregarding or unseeing her out sam
tened hand, he went on and left ans
there alone. And then Emily dared
ue the newspaper.
substitute" she whispered "A
ttute' and laid her wet cheek
INST the pictured driver.
one lunched at the French
that day, except the servants
three o'clock In the afternoon sc
came back to the pavilion L.
e Emily still sat. o'
cnange your gown" he com. te