The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-08-20
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; with his men on basis of goodwill
and fair dealing"
is that all?"
mo. You must cancel this pine
land deal. You have broken bread
! with Mr. Galbraith as friend. and
f. I'm not going to let you be worse than
| an Arab"
Griersons shaggy brows met IN a
! reflective frown, and when he spoke
the bestiaI temper was rising again.
When this is all over. and you've
| gone to live with Raymer, I'll kill him."
he said. with an outthrust Of the hard
Jaw; adding: "You know me. Madge."
| Il thought l did," was the swift re-
tort. But it was a mistake. And as
for taking it out on Mr.. Raymer. you'd
1 better wait until go to live with him.,
as you put it. Besides, this isn't Yellow
Dog gulch. They hang people here"
You little she-devil! If you push
me into this thing, you'd better get
Raymer, or somebody. to take you In.
You'll be out in the street,"
Il have thought of that, too." she
said. coolly; about quitting you. I'm
, sick OF it all-the getting and the
/ spending and the crookedness. I'd
put the money-yours and mine-in a
| pile and set fire to it, if some decent
man would give me calico dress and
chance to cook for two"
"Raymer, for instance?" the father
cut in, in heavy mockery.
"Mr. Raymer has asked me to mar.
! ry him, if you care to know" she
struck back.
"Oho! So that's the milk in the
| cocoanut, Is it? You sold me out to
buy in with HIM"
you may put it that way, II you
like; / don't care" She was drawing
on her driving gloves methodically
and working the fingers into place,
and there were sullen fires in the
brooding eyes.
i I've been thinking it was the other
=. one-the book writer" said the father.
, Then, without warning: He's a
; damned crook"
The daughter went on smoothing
the wrinkles out of the fingers of her
! gloves. What makes you think so?"
| she inquired. with indifference, real or
skillfully assumed.
| Hes got too much money to be
! straight I've been keeping cases on
him"
Never mind Mr. Griswold," she in.
terposed. He is my friend, and
suppose that is enough to make you
hate him. About this other matter
ten minutes before three o'clock this
! afternoon | shall so back to Mr.. Ray
mer. If he tells me that his troubles
are Strengthening themselves out, I'll
! get the napers'
You'll Rring EN- here to me?"
some DAY; altvr I'm sure that you
have broken off the deal with Mr.. Gal
braitn.'
Iaspcr C,ievs29 lot IS daughter get
far as the door before he stopped
her with blunt-pointed arrow of con-
tempt
Il SUPPOSE you've fixed it up to
marry that college sharp dub so that
his mother and sister can rub it into
you right" he sneered.
You can suppose again." she re-
turned shortly. IF | should marry
him. it would be out of pure spite to
those women. Because, when he
asked me, told him No. You weren't
counting on that. were you?" And
having fired this final shot OF contra
diction she departed.
After Miss Grierson had driven
home from the bank between ten
and eleven in the morning an admir-
ing public saw her no more until just
before bank-closing hours IN the after
noon AS she passed in the basket
phaeton between half-past two and
three through the overcrossing suburb
there were signs of an armistice ap-
parent, even before the battlefield was
reached. Pottery Flat was populated
again. and the groups of men punches
on the street corners arguing peace
fully. Miss Grierson pulled up at one
of the corners and beckoned to 4
young iron-molder.
Anything new. Malcolm?" she
asked
, you bet your sweet life!" said the
young molder. meeting her. as most
men did, on plane of perfect equality
and fiNnkness. I'VE was hoodooed to
, beat the band, and Mr.. Raymer's got
} us. comm and goin'. There wasn't no
orders from the big federation, at all;
> and that crooked guy, Clancy, was a
fake!"
1 HE has gomez" she said.
: He'd better be. If he shows him
8 self round here again. there's goin' to
3 be a mix-up."
Miss Grierson drove on. and at the
Q iron works there were more Of the
l. peaceful indications. The gates were
e open, and a switching engine from the
;. railroad yards was pushing in a cal
i load Of furnace coal. BY all the signs
d the trouble flood was abating
k Raymer saw her when she drove un
l. der his window and calmly made 6
8 hitching post of the clerk who wen'
d out to see what she wanted. A mo
7. ment later she came down the CORR
t dor to stand in the open doorway o.
d the managers room.
IS "You are still alone?" she asked.
J. "Yes; Griswold hasn't shown VI
n since morning. don't know what hal
r become of him."
o "And the labor trouble. is that goinl
o to be settled?"