The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1913-03-05

THE RACE OF CAR
NUMBER NINETEEN"
A STORY IN TWO PARTS.
Part I.
There was trouble in the Office or
Peck & Morgan, makers OF the fech
Motor Car-"the king OF the auto
mobile world" to quote from the
inch advertisements written by MIR.
Peck. Mr.. Peck was glaring at the
Youthful Mr.. Morgan, and Mr.. MOI
gan was looking, in resentful gloom,
at the red-faced, white-whlskered
Mr.. Peck.
"No, sir! I don't put another cent
into this blamed business" snapped
Mr.. Peck. "Who wants our automo-
bile? Nobody. We lose money eV-
cry day we pretend to keep on max
ing 'em. A little later we'll be bank
rupt: I won't have the disgrace OF
bankruptcy against my good name.
I'm for selling the business noW-or
giving it away"
"It's easy for you to talk about
giving it away-you with your mil
lions to fall back on" said Morgan.
bitterly.
'.If put any more in, as you want
me to, 7 wouldn't have 'em to fall
back on" retorted Mr.. Peck.
You'd have a few more If you'd
spend fifty or a hundred thousand
"oh, cut it out! I'm tired Of that.
Haven't been telling you since we
started up two years ago, show me
results and I'd come up with more
money"
"And haven't I been telling you"
Morgan returned sharply, "come up
with more money and I'd show you
results?"
Mr.. Peck glared, but thought 81
lence the best expression Of his con-
tempt. Together the last sentence OF
each defined the great difference be-
tween the partners-the difference
that during the two years had CALLED
and restrained Morgan's enterprise
like sharp and tight-drawn bit
the difference that now brought the
partners to the verge Of quarrel. MIR
Peck was the business product OF
past business generation; even Whe1
making his millions out Of the Peck
Sewing Machine he had never ventu'
ed-had never led his business, had
ALWAYS foIlowe| Four years be-
fore. after y Had ears, which he
read as n! g f ruin, he had
craftily sold It usiness and its
coming failu. DIR. Tucker, anc
it was the great ,ccret bitterness o.
his life that Mr.. Tucker was maxine
money faster than he had ever done
Two years of stupid leisure had made
him eager for the old recreation o:
business; so when young Mr.. MOT
gan, a mechanical engineer of repu
tation, had come to him with pat
ent sparkling device and proposition
for putting a new automobile on the
market, he had invested his old bus
mess rules and about half enough
capital in the new enterprise, keep
ing throttle hold on the venture b!
reserving to himself fifty-one pei
cent. of the stock.
Morgan mastered his rising anger
Mr.. Peck, through his money, coule
turn failure into success; and, fur
thermore, Mr.. Peck was the fathel
Of Peck. eve still have a chance t
make the car a success If we pla!
the chance right" he resumed, al
calm as his double reason for calm
ness could make him. 1.-The car is
good one, and deserves to succeed
that much is true"
"Oh, don't know. We thought i
was a good car. But If a thing L
good it's bound to succeed OF its owl
accord; everybody wants 1t; yor
can't make it fail"
'tI beg your pardon, a good thing
does not succeed just because it:
good. You've got to convince peo
pie that it's good-tne best there IS
if you can; got to get it on the pub
lie tongue and in the public eye ane
keep it there. Then it'll succeed"
cat it again!' shifted Mr.. Peck.
Morgan's face flushed, but he wen
on composedly: "Now, if we coule
male some big splurge-could pull
off some big advertising scheme
"Advertising!--Rot!"
advertising is what made Tuck
er."
Mr.. Peck's face darkened, but he
dared not retort. That was the worst
Of his bitterness over fuckers sue,
cess-it had to be restrained In feal
of the worlds laughs. He was silent
a moment, then said, in his sneering
voice: Leading up again to thai
American Cup Race, see."
81 am; and why not? There's not
a swifter and more reliable touring
car made in this country than our
fifty horsepower. A racing car en-
bodying its good points, bet, would
hold it's own with the best OF them
If the Peck car won the cup, OF got
second or third place, we'd suddenly
be somebody. and orders would pour
in on US. If you'd put up twenty
thousand for this"
Mr.. Peck uprose, snorting: Shut
up; I'm tired of that. And let me
hand you some information. Young
man, you're a business IDIOT"
MORGAN saw that his chance was