Bisbee daily review., 1914-10-14

AhoAhiltu TIT N HlAhb buAlL HUT AutAn His company had been capitalized and set in motion. He was it's president and chief stockholder
 Scores of women and girls from the mill country around and even from the backwoods were waiting for em- ployment
 Although his knitting mills could produce the same amount of finished product at half the operating ex penses of any other mill, Nelson did not look forward to the accumulation of large profits. He and Molly decid- ed that they would make the plant a model one, place where labor would be paid its highest figure It would be an industry in which the profits would find way to the workers as much as to the directors
 The day was at hand for the open ing Of the new plant and the two motored to Greenvlle to select their workers. instruct them in their tasks and start the machinery of a new in dustry.
 Mir Bryan, his wife and his son were at the mill to witness the start of the new venture which promised so high ly. June roses and nasturtiums were piled in a great bank on Nelson's desk Mir. Bryan had arranged another desk opposite for Molly, knowing her Inter est in the mill people who would be chosen as operatives. There were many little gifts of gold and silver of fee utensils hidden under flowers for the bride and bridegroom.
 Nelson had already instructed Molly in the handling of the machines he had built, and the two worked with the girls patiently and taught them their simple duties.
 The first payrolls were. drawn, the first days work was under way. Through the wide. open windows of the building came the heavy fragrance of early summer in the country. The grounds about the plant were bright with geraniums and beds of pansies, nasturtiums and peonies.
 The pretty mountain girls. all fin their freshest ginghams and muslins, all happy in the possession of well paid tasks, stood by the knitting ma chimes watching the flushing needles and the steady flow of the raw ma terial that fed them. Molly Nelson paced the aisles, glad in her task as forewOman for a day.
 Nelson's secretary brought him his first batch of mail fin his new business He trimmed the edges Of the envelopes as he unused over his happiness and the rosiness Of the future. He had nothing to fear Molly knew his se- cret, and there was no skeleton in their closet
 Nothing could cheat them of the taste of heaven that they had had Whatever disaster
 A shadow fell athwart the room. A stranger was on the threshold
 NelsOn's secretary went to the visl tor and inquired his business. He said that he would Ike to talk to Mr. Nel- san and was offered a seat
 Nelson glanced at the man and opened a letter.
 Fate was not playing any petty game with him. At the moment that the man hunter seated himself in his presence he received word from hls old prObatiOner friend. r.
 The letter miserably scrawTed and plotted. read
 Dear Kid--I ain't lonng that's why Iou dldn': here from me ] got chance 70 do things Don't count on 1t to much N.aHU c him to the D. A. office or die trying.
 BILL.
 The "D. A" office meant the office of the district attorney Of the county and city Of New York.
 CHAPTER XV.
 The Sacrifice. E n NELSON did not know the face of M the man who sat waiting to ad-
 dress him. His visitor had re-
 sorted to the old trick of sitting with his back to the light
 Well, sir?" asked Nelson
 The visitor half rose in his chair.
 "I'd like to talk with you in private" he said.
 There is nothing that my secretary should not hear." Nelson informed him. surprised.
 "Mebbe there is. Mir Nelson" the visitor said. with a suggestion of warn Ing in his voice
 What is your business. pleaseP
 The visitor approached the desk and moved the right lapel of his coat as he did so
 Nelson saw on the mans breast a gold badge. After the first curious glance he studied it and from the in- scrlptlon in blue enamel learned that his caller was a captain of detectives of New York city
 For the fraction of a second Nelson felt as though his blood had turned to fee water.
 Molly entered the office, and her bright face brought him in fuller real ization of the tragedy that was at