The Grangeville globe. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho) 1907-1922, 1915-03-11

Well, what can do Tor your
Jernigan was not deceived by his
employers labored nonchalaDce. The
vision at the window had been too
overpowering to allow of that. He
cleared his throat diffidently.
Its this way. Mr.. Ellice. / have
money, sir. to invest. Not much, of
course, not over $4,000 or $4,000. but
it's all my capital. and lin worried
about 1t. sir"
Worried. Albert? You worried?'
Ellice darted a quick. suspicious
glance at Jernigan's face. but the book
keeper was. gazing solemnly at the
huge. Gathering factory. The trustfuI
look in his clerks eye reminded Ellice
OF confident child. For the moment
Jernigan resembled devotee in the
presence of benevolent idol.
"Your father. | understand, made
safe investments" resumed Ellice.
"Why not stick to them?''
"They don't suit me. sir" said the
bookkeeper. II was wondering il Ru-
dale mill could use the money for
awhile. l could turn 1t over to you
tomorrow. and then / wouldn't have
to worry any more"
Although conscious of an insane de-
sire to laugh. Ellice was nevertheless
curiously relieved. In his present
mood. eager for any morsel of solace.
he could convince himself that Jerni-
gan knew almost as much about the
financial condition Of the Rudale mill
as he did. And here was the book
keeper DESTROYS of placing all his
money at the disposal of the plant.
Ellice bit his lip. Was 1t possible that
his own anxiety was I'll founded, i'm
aginary?
"Then l wouldn't have to worry any
MORE" repeated Jernigan.
NO." Ellice murmured, mo, sup
pose you wouldn't. Got plenty Of faith
in the old concern. have you. Alberto"
Faith to burn. sir, as the boys say.
Why, think OF all the faith In the old
mill there is In this town. Mr.. Ellice.
Think Of the hundreds Of men and wo-
men and children that trust In the
mill, the same as they do that the
sun shines! Gather all that trust In a
lump. and fellow would have reg
ular rock of comfort to stand on,
wouldn't hep
Ellice started queerly.
IT didn't know you were such q mys-
tic" he rejoined in q changed voice.
| Excuse me. sir, have notions, but
that's only common sense. And about
that money Of miner"
without answering Ellice turned
away thoughtfully, and the two stroll
ed In silence to the wooden bridge that
spanned the mill stream. They leaned
ON the rail. looking over the river. An
hour ago Ellice had leaned on. the same
bridge rail- and stared for long time
into the beckoning depths OF that rest
full river. At the evil remembrance OF
that black hour he shuddered penitent-
ly and touched Jernigan's elbow be
side him.
LET your money stay where 1t is
he advised. II can't believe that you
have right to worry, Albert You've
got the trust of your family to nerve
you, just as I've got the trust Of my
mill hands and the village. We ought
to stand on that trust and fight for 1t
both of us, oughtn't WEI That's
enough to keep US busy. Worrying's
no good"
"What bothers me-" ventured Jerni
gan. 'are the years to come-the fu
ture."
Ellice peeled silver from the raj
and tossed it lightly on the surface OF
the shadowy current
'sThat's the way the future takes us
guess" said he. "It's up to us tC
keep afoat, that's all. and to hold the
best course we can. The future? It'll
big river. Jernigan. big, big river
There's no map. Worrying won't helI
us to travel It."
mo. sir" muttered Jernigan.
For another minute they watched the
stream as 1t glided steadily away into
the mysterious darkness. Then Ellics
glanced across the bridge at the great
mill.
To the fancy of Ellice, with Jerni
gan's words ringing In his mind, the
mill became thing Of life, persona
entity. radiant of confidence and trust
He felt. with joyous thrill of regain
ed manliness. that he would be worthy
of its friendship and Of the friendship
of his people. He Strengthened hii
shoulders happily. as II they had beer
released from painful burden.
"Good night" he said, "and THANH
you"
Thank me, sir? Why?"
For a match" improvised Ellice
producing cigars from his pocket
''Will you smoker"
II think not" Jernigan declined
ats late. Good night. sir.'
Although the street was quiet anC
deserted, while Jernigan hastenet
homeward under the elms 1t seemed t,
him alive with the mighty heart of al
humanity, beating in unison with hi
own. vexed by the same solicitude'
and conquering the same fears. As b.
passed each lowly cottage he though