The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1915-10-07
CHAPTER XIV.
MaruerY's Answer.

"Well, it has come at last" said
Raymer next morning, passing a new
ly opened letter of the morning de-
livery over to Griswold. "The rail-
road people are taking their work
away from us. I've been looking for
that in every mail"
Griswold glanced at the letter and
handed it back. The burden was lying
heavily upon him, and his only COM
ment was a questioning, "Well?"
At this, Raymer let go again.
Whats the use?" he said defect
edly. Were down, and everything
we do merely prolongs the agony. Do
you know that they tried to burn the
plant last night?"
mo; l hadn't heard"
They did They had everything
fixed; a pile of kindlings laid in the
corner back of the machine shop an
mex and the whole thing saturated
with kerosene"
WELL why didn't they do it?"
queried Griswold, half-heartedly. After
the heavens have fallen, no mere ter
restrial cataclysm can evoke thrill.
That's a mystery. Something hap
pened; just what, the watchman who
had the machine shop beat couldn't
tell. He says there was flash of light
bright enough to blind him, and then
scrap of some kind. When he got out
of the shop and around to the place,
there was no one there; nothing but
the pile of kindlings."
Griswold took up the letter from
the railway people and read it again
= When he faced it down on Raymer's
r desk, he had closed with the conclu
sion which had been thrusting itself
upon him since the early morning hour
> when he had picked his way among
' the sidewalk pools to the plant from
: upper Shawnee street.
You can still save yourself, Ed
ward" he said, still with the colorless
: note in his voice. And he added;
!, You know the way"
Raymer jerked his head out of his
d desk and swung around in the pivot
n chair
:, See here, Griswold; the less salt
s about that at this stage of the game
:, the better it will be for both of us!
he exploded. Pm going to do as
o said | should, but not until this fight /
II settled, one way or the other!"
Griswold did not retort in kind.
d. THE condition has already expire
by limitation; the fight is as good a
d, settled now," he said, placably. wv
It are only making a hopeless bluff. W
e. can hold our forty or fifty tramp worl
lie men just as long as we pay their boar
over in town, and don't ask them to r.
!port for work But the day the sho
al whistle is blown, four out of every tiv
ut will vanish. We both know that"
tn Then there is nothing for it but
ed receivership," was Raymers gloom
d. decision.
ch mot without miracle" Griswo
in admitted And the day of miracles
It's past"
ed Thus the idealist, out Of depth
OA WTGICuSuuSSS anu oSll-CAPl Oul dLAN
ny hitherto unplumbed But if he cou
lily have had even a momentary gift
Id telepathic vision he' might have see
at miracle at that moment in the pr
n.y. liminary stage of it's outworking.
The time was half-past nine; Il
IN place a grottolike summer house {
no the Mereside lawn. The miracle wor
INT ers were two: Margery Grierson, RAJ
ng ant in the daintiest of morning hous
gowns, and the man who had tax,
he her retainer Miss Grierson was GU
'as ously examining Photographic prin
for the pictured scene was well-litter
foundry yard with buildings formi
rd, an angle in the near backgrour
len Against the buildings a pile of sha
ris- ings with kindlings showed quite clet
to ly; and, STOPPING to ignite the pi
was a man who had evidently look
lch up at, or just before, the instant
Of camera-snapping There was no m
so taking the identity of the man.
had a round, pig-jowl face; his br
.aIl Ting mustaches stood out stiffly as If
hat sudden horror; and his hat was on t
)m- back Of his head.
de- "It amt very good" Broffin apo
md gized. THE sun amt high enough J
ter to make a clear print. But you So
vn; hurry and l reckon 1t will do"
vas Miss Grierson nodded. you caug