Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1914-11-20

/ that you make an exception
yes. Myself"
Quinby's face YVES a study.
And" Henley continued, -ycu can
let him have this stock or lose Truitt
and me-
Thereupon Henley wrote out and
gave to Quinby his resignation from
the craftsmanship. There was tense
silence while Quinby studied the
paper.
Very well.'' he said at last He
tore the resignation into little bits.
But IL vas a graceful surrender
During the pause Quinby had regained
! his poise. He was once more the
gracious patron, apparently blind TO
Henley's show of dislike.
"Ahi my dear Tom.' he shook his
head smilingly, that was hardly fair.
You played upon my affection. You
| know there is no sacrifice / would
not make rather than lose YOU"
"Humph!" grunted Henley. -This is
no sacrifice"
"Of course" the philanthropist went
on, '"Truitt takes under our agree
ment."
And this launched another long ar
gument. For under the Quinby COM
pany ACKNOWLEDGEMENT, indeed,
from his friend and rival, MacGregor
ANY stakeholder, upon written de-
mand by three-fourths of the stock
holders owning three-fourths of the
outstanding shares, could be compelled
/ to surrender his stock at its book
value" a provision from the threat
OF which Quinby, owning the majority
of the stock, alone was exempt. Had
his own interest not been SO deeply
| concerned Mark might have relished
the spectacle of the tremendous AFRO
CANT Henley hurting himself in vain
against the paternal Quinby. Mark did
not deceive himself as to Henley's
real purpose, which was not to serve
him but to set up precedent to
upset the agreement.
1T isn't fair to Truitt," Henley pro-
tested vehemently. 1T isn't fair to
| any one but you. How can he, how
can ], how can any of US, know when
you're going to make deal with the
others to kick him out and cheat him
| out of the real value of his stock?"
Tact was the one weapon Henley
knew not how to WELD. Quinby gave
| him panied glance.
You know I'm not hard man. And
you know that Is a contingency not
likely to happen"
1T happened to Cauler and Stebbins
and New"
"Ah! But they" Quinby reminded
him, got an exaggerated idea of their
Importance to the company
Henley glared. Quinby smiled.
The mellifluous voice flowed on.
''You should know that men in my
position may not consider their pri-
vate impulses. Our wealth is trust
Ia sacred trust" He paused, perhaps
to control the rising emotion inspired
by thought. THE secret Of my sue
cess has been harmony in my organ
ization. Harmony must have-I will
| have. And SO / must reserve the right
and means to GUST any who seek to
disturb 1t. The work to which l have
given myself-the projects you, fear.
hold so lightly-depends too closely on
my business success to allow me to
violate successful presidents. Even"
he beamed on Mark, even for the
sake of your brilliant young friend.
Even for you
Quinby's face had not put off it's
smiling benevolent mask. His voice
had not risen nor lost by SO much as
a note It's wonted musical stately
cadence. But Mark, a silent and al
most forgotten listener, knew that in
the last words menace spoke as clear
and venomous as in the hiss of
snake. He could interpret the men
ace; Henley had rested too securely
in his Importance to the company; he
now had his warning: like Damocles'
sword the power of Quinby's contract
rested heavy overhead.
II he had not known from Quinby's
voice, Mark would have understood
from him to whom the menace had
been spoken. Henley's hands, resting
on the desk, clenched until the nails
bit into the palms. The ugly imperi-
GUS face was deathly white. His black
eyes blazed. Mark thought for mo-
ment hs@was about to spring upon
Quinby eud intiict physical injury, or
at least hurl at the vain shallow poseur
the splendid defiance of the man OF
real worth, of tnvincible and unpur-
chasable spirit. Because he had pro-
found respect and sort of love for
Henley, he wanted to see and hear
that defiance. He forgot his own in
terest In the scene.
Henley reached again convulsively,
for pen and paper, Quinby raised
hand--a beautiful, soft, perfectly man.
toured member-in humorous protest.
MY dear Toni" How the purring
paternal phrase, addressed to Henley.
stung! Mark felt the hot blood rise