The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1913-03-07

when he came back later, to take his
massive stand In the doorway, his
hands In his pockets and his strong
Jaw set.
II think that things are kind Of
mixed up here. Mr.. French" he stated
grimly. II guess I'm the one To
straighten them out q bit; rye loved
Mr.. David from the time he was . kid
and never saw him get square deal
yet You asked him what he was do
ing hers-I'n. tell you; he IL L.
strange"
There II . degree Of amusement
which precludes speech; Mr.. French
looked back at his partner, mute.
he II Lestrange. He never meant
you TO know: he'd have left without
your ever knowing. but for Miss Em.
lily. I guess don't need to remind
you Of what he's done: II II hadn't
been for him We might have closed
our doors some day. He understands
the business a. none Of us back-num-
Der. old-fashionsd ones do; he took
hold and shook some life into It. We
can make cars. but he can make PEG
pie buy them. Advertisingl 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 nrst, he's lent his
fame - . racing driver to help rs
along. And now everything IL fixed
the way We wasn't. he's thrown out.
What d!d he Do itatorf He thought
hs needed to square accounts with
you, for being born, I suppose: 20
when b. heard how things were going
with N he came 70 me and offered his
help. Al least that's what he said.
I believe hs came because he couldn't
bear 10 - the old place 70 under"
There was ! sksin Of blue silk
swinging over the edge Of the table.
Mr.. French picked It mp and replaced
It in Emily's work basket before ~
plying.
II this remarkable story II true,
he began, accurately precise In 40
cent
You don't need me to tell you n
h." retortsd Bailey. ''You know
what my new managers been doing:
why. you disliked him without seems
him. but you had to admit his good
work. And heard you talking
about his allowance. Mr.. French. He
never touched Il. not from the first /:
1t piled up for six years. Last April.
when We needed cash in q hurry, he
drew It out and gave 1t to me to buy
aluminium. When he left here first he
drove . taxicab in New York city un.
til he got into racing work and made
Darling Lestrange famous all over the
continent. guess 1t went pretty hard
for a 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 orfole 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. I know, and Miss EN-
lily knows, that Dick French was nc
use on earth for any place until Mr.
David took him in hand and made him
At to I'VE. That's all, I guess. that
I 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 q nice set Of nerves."
His retreating footsteps died away
to leave the noon hush unbroken. AT
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 sentences
had been to leave Emily dizzied b!
apprehension. But when Mr.. Ffrencl
rose and passed out. she aroused Il
look up at him eagerly.
Uncle" she taltered.
Disregarding or unseeing her out
stretched hand. he went on and LET
her there alone. And then Emily dare,
rescue the newspaper.
"A substitute" she whispered. ~
substitute" and laid her wet cheel
against the pictured driver.
No one lunched at tho Ffrencl
homo that day. except the servants
Near three O'Clock in the Afternoon
Mr.. French came back to the pavilio
where Emily still sat.
go change your gown" he con
manded. In his usual tone. I'VE wi
start now. have sent for Bailey an
| ordered Anderaon IN bring tha anti