The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1915-10-07
CHAPTER XIV
Maraery's Answer.


Raymer next morning, passing 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. "Wefe down, and everything
we do merely prolongs the agony. DO
you know that they tried to burn the
plant last night?"
NO; 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"
We'll, why didn't they do it?"
queried Griswold, half-heartedly. After
the heavens have fallen, no mere ter.
restrial cataclysm can evoke a 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 a 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 Raymers
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
desk and swung around In the pivot
chair.
See here, Griswold; the less said
about that at this stage of the game,
the better it will be for both of us!"
he exploded I'm going to do as !
said | should but not until this fight is
settled, one way or the other!"
Griswold did not retort in kind.
The condition has already expired
by limitation; the fight is as good as
settled now" he said, placably. we
are only making a hopeless bluff. We
can hold our forty or fifty tramp work.
men just as long as we pay their board
over in town, and don't ask them to re-
port for work But the day the shop
whistle is blown, four out Of every five
will vanish. We both know that"
Then there is nothing for it but a
receivership," was Raymer's gloomy
decision
mot without a miracle Griswold
admitted. And the day OF miracles is
past"
Thus the idealist out of depth OF
wretchedness and self-exprobration
hitherto unplumbed But If he could
have had even a momentary gift OF
telepathic vision he might have seen
a miracle at that moment in the pre-
! liminary stage of its outworking.
The time was half-past nine; the
! place a grottolike summer house on
the Mereside lawn. The miracle work
ers we're two: Margery Grierson. radi
ant in the daintiest of morning house
! gowns, and the man who had takeI
her retainer. Miss Grierson was curl
ously examining a Photographic print
the pictured scene was a well-littereC
foundry yard with buildings forming
( an angle in the near background
Against the buildings a pile of shay
ings with kindlings showed quite clear
ly; and, STOPPING to ignite the pile
was a man who had evidently looked
up at, or just before. the instant o
camera-snapping. There was no mis-
taking the identity of the man. II,
had a round, plg-jowl face; his bris
Ting mustaches stood out stifiiy as If II
sudden horror; and his hat was on tn,
back of his head.
1T amt very good" Brofiin apollo
glzed. THE sun amt high enough ye
to make clear print. But you salt
hurry, and reckon 1t will do"
Miss Grierson nodded "You caugh
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