Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1915-09-21

the picture. You MADE TWO oi lhese
| prints?" she asked.
Yes; here's the other one-and the
film"
And you have the papers to make
them effective?"
Broffffi handed her large envelope,
unsealed. You'll find 'em in there.
That part Of it was cinch. Your gov
ernor ought to fire that man Murray.
He was payin' Clancy in checks!"
Again Miss Grierson nodded.
About the other matter?" she in
quired. Have you heard from your
messenger"
Broffin produced another envelope
1t had been through the mails and bore
the Duluth postmark.
"Affidayits was the best we could
do there" he said. My man worked
it to go with MacFirland as the driver
Of the rig. They saw some mighty
fine timber, but it happened to be on
the wrong side Of the st. Louis county
line. He's a tolerably careful man,
and he verified the landmarks"
"Affidavits will do" was the even
toned rejoinder. Then: These pa
pers are all in duplicate?"
Everything in pairs-just as you or
dered."
Miss Grierson took an embroidered
chemois- skin money book from her
bosom and began to open it. Broffin
raised his hand.
Not any more" he objected. you
overpaid me that first evening in front
of the Winnebago."
| You needn't hesitate she urged.
It's my own money"
I've had a-plenty."
Then 1 can only thank you," she
said, rising.
He knew that he was being dismiss
ed, but the one chance in a thousand
had yet to be tested.
Just a minute, Miss Grierson," he
begged. I've done you right in this
business, haven't To-
You have"
81 said / didn't want any more
money, and 1 don't. But there's one
other thing. Do you know what I'm
here in this little jay town Of yours
for?"
Yes; 1 have known it for a long
time"
81 thought so. You knew 1T that day
out at the De Soto, when you was
tellin' Mr.. Raymer a little story that
was partly true and partly made up
what?"
Every word Of the story about Mr..
Griswold-the story that you over
heard, you know-was true, every sim
gle word Of it. Do you suppose 1
should have dared to embroider 1t the
least little bit-with you sitting right
there at my back?"
Broffin got up and took a half-burn-
ed cigar from the ledge Of the summer
house where he had carefully laid 1t
at the beginning Of the interview.
You've got me down." he confessed.
with a good-natured grin. "The man
that plays a winnin' hand against you
has got to get up before sun in the
morning and hold all trumps, Miss
Grierson-to say nothin' Of being a
mighty good buffer, on the side" Then
he switched suddenly. "How's Mr..
Galbraith this morning?"
He is very low, but he is conscious
again. He has asked us to wire for the
cashier Of the bank to come up"
Broffin's eyes narrowed.
THE cashier is sick and can't come. -
he said.
We'll, someone in authority will
come, I suppose"
| Once more Broff1n was thinking in
terms Of speech. johnson, the paying
teller, was next in rank to the cashier.
II he should be the one to come to
IF you haven't anything else for me
to do, reckon I'll be going" he said
hastily, and forthwith made his es-
cape The telegraph office was good
ten minutes walk from the lake front,
and in the light Of what Miss Grierson
had just told him, the minutes were
precious.
| Something less than a half-hour af-
ter Brofins hurried departure. Miss
Grierson drove by quieter thorough
fares into the street upon which the
Raymer property fronted. Smoke was
pouring from the tall central stack OF
the plant. and it had evidently pro-
voked a sudden and wrathful gather
ing of the clans. The sidewalks were
filled with angry workmen, and anex-
cited argument was going forward at
! one of the barred gates between the
/ lockout men and watchman inside
Of the yard.
| The crowd let the trap pass without
hindrance. Though 1t was the first
time she had been in the new offices
she seemed to know where to find
what she sought; and when Raymer
took his face out Of his DESK she was
standing on the threshold Of the open
door and smiling across at him.
May I come in?" she asked; and
when he fairly bubbled over in the ef-
fort to make her understand how well
come she was: mo; l mustn't sit
down, because if do. l shall stay toe
long-and this is business call
Where is Mr.. Griswold?"
He went up town little while ago
and l wish to goodness he'd come
back"
You have been having a great dea
of trouble, haven't you?" she said
sympathetically. I'm sorry, and I've
come to help you cure it."
Raymer shook his head despond-
emily.
I'm afraid it has gone past the cur
ing point" he said.
"Oh, no, it hasn't. l have discov-
cred the remedy and I've brought i
with me-" She took sealed envelope
from the inside pocket of her driving
coat and laid il on the desk before him