Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1915-09-24
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struck back.
"Oho! So that's the milk in th'
cocoanut, is it? You sold me out to
buy in with him."
You may put it that way, If you
like; l 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've been thinking it was the other
one-the book writer" said the father
Then, without warning: Hes 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 OF
skillfully assumed.
He's got too much money to be
straight. I've been keeping cases on
him."
Never mind Mr.. Griswold," She
interposed. 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 1 shall go back to Mr.. Ray
mer. If he tells me that his troubles
are Strengthening themselves out, I'll
get the papers,
You'll bring 'em here to me?"
Some day; after I'm sure that you
have broken off the deal with Mr.. CAL
braith."
Jasper Grierson let his daughter get
as far as the door before he stopped
her with blunt-pointed arrow Of con-
tempt.
II 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 I should marry
him, it would be out of pure spite to
those women. Because, when he
asked me, 1 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
afternoon. AS she passed in the basket
phaetan 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 punched
on the street corners arguing peace
fully. Miss Grierson pulled up at one
Of the corners and beckoned to a
young iron-molder.
Anything new, Malcolm?" she
asked.
"You bet your sweet life!" said the
young molder, meeting her as most
men did, on a plane perfect equality
and frankness. 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!"
He has gomez" she asked.
He'd better be. If he shows him.
self around here gain, there's goin' to
be mix-up."
Miss Griereson drove on, and at the
iron works there were more of the
peaceful indications. The gates were
open, and a switching engine from the
railroad yards was pushing in a car
load Of furnace coal. By all the signs
the trouble flood was abating,
Raymer saw her when she drove un-
der his window and calmly made a
hitching post of the clerk who went
out to see what she wanted. A mo-
ment later she came down the corri-
dor to stand in the open doorway Of
the managers room.
You are still alone?" she asked.
Yes; Griswold hasn't shown up
since morning don't know what has
become of him."
And the labor trouble, is that going
to be settled?"
He looked away and ran his fingers
through his hair as one still puzzled
and bewildered. "Some sort of mir
acle has been wrought" he said. "A
little while ago a committee came to
talk over terms Of surrender. 1t
seems that the whole thing was the
result of a--of a mistake"
Yes" she returned quietly, "it was
just that-a mistake" And then:
You are going to take them back?"
Certainly. The plant will start up
again in the morning" Then his Gu
riosity broke bounds. II can't under
stand it. How did you work the mir
acle?"
Perhaps 1 didn't work it,"
II know we'll enough you did, in
some way"
She dismissed the matter with a
toss of the pretty head. What diff
ference does it make so long as you
are out of the deep water and in a
place where you can wade ashore?
You can wade ashore now, can't you?"
He nodded. This morning 1 should
have said that we couldn't but now"
he reached over to his desk and hand
ed her a letter to which was pinned
a telegram less than an hour old.
She read the letter first. 1t was a
curt announcement of the withdrawal
of the Pineboro railroads repair work.
The telegram was still briefer: Dis
regard my letter of yesterday" this,
and the signature. "Atherton." The
smaller plotter returned the corre-
spondence with little sigh of relief.
1t had been worse than she had
thought, and it was now better than
she had dared hope.
II must be going" she said. rising,
IF you will give me my envelope?"