Bisbee daily review., 1916-01-28

nllu inlO tue Sluug. DdOOllt, VIII JOo read to the gentlemen this skeleton plan of organization? If you'll excuse me. I'll be back in five minutes
 'Dalrymple?" inquired Taylor.
 "Yes," answered Allison distracted ly, and went into the study.
 He and Dalrymple looked at each other silently for a moment, with the old enmity shining between them. Dal- rymple, a man five years Allison's senior, brisk speaking man with a protruding jaw and deep-set gray eyes, had done more than any other one hu- man being to develop the transporta- tion systems of New York, but his gift had been in construction, in creation, whereas AlIison's had been in combi- nation; and Dalrymple had gene into the railroad business.
 "Dalrymple, I'm going to give you a chance" said Allison briskly. q want the Gulf & Great Lakes Railroad sys- tenn"
 Dalrymple had produced a cigar while he waited for Allison. and now he lit it. He sat on the corner of the study table and surveyed Allison crit ically.
 T don't doubt it." he replied. "The system is almost completed"
 "I'n accept a fair offer for your con trolling interest" went on Allison.
 And if I won't sell?"
 Then I'll jump on you tomorrow in the stock exchange, and take it away from you"
 Dalrymple smiled.
 You can't do it. I own my con- trolling interest outright, and no stock gamblings on the board of trade can affect either a share of my stock or the earning capacity of my railroad. When you drove me out of the trac- tion field, I took advantage of my ex- perience and intrenched myself Go on and gamble
 q wish you wouldn't take that atti- tude," returned Allison, troubled. Tt looks to you as if I were pursuing you because of that old quarrel; but 1 want you to know that I'm not vim
 
 dictive"
 q don't think you are" replied Dal- rymple, with infinite contempt. You're just damned hog"
 A hot flush swept over Allison's face, but it was gone in an instant.
 "It happens that I need the new Gulf & Great Lakes system," he went on, in a perfectly level voice; "and l prefer to buy it from you at a fair price,
 Dalrymple put on his hat.
 e1t isn't for sale" he stated.
 SJust a minute, Dalrymple," inter- posed Allison. q want to show you something. Look in here" and he opened the library door.
 Dalrymple stepped to the opening and saw, not merely seven men, mid dle-aged and past, sitting around library table, but practically all the freightable necessities of the United States and practically all its money, power against which his many million dollar railroad system was of no more opposition than toy train.
 = the transportation department to be governed by council composed of the representatives of the various other departments herein mentioned" droned on the voice of Babbitt.
 The representatives of the various other departments therein mentioned were bent in concentrated attention on every sentence, and phrase, and word, and syllable of that important document, not emitting to pay impor- tant attention to the pauses which an swered for commas: and none looked up. Dalrymple closed the door gently.
 Now will you sell?" inquired Ali son.
 For a moment the two men looked into each others eyes, while the old enmity, begun while they were still in the womb of time, lay chill between them. At one instant, Dalrymple, whose jaw muscles were working con vulsiyely, half raised his hands. as if he were minded to fall on Allison and strangle him; and it was not the fact that Allison was probably the strong CT man which restrained him, but bigger pride.
 No he said. again with that in- finite contempt in his tone. Break me"
 "All right" accepted Allison cheer fully, and even with relief; for his way was now free to pursue its normal course. He crossed to the door which opened into the hall, and politely bowed Dalrymple into the guidance of old Ephraim.
 "Dalrymple won't sell," he reported. when he rejoined his fellow members of the International Transportation company.
 Joseph G. Clark looked up from set of jotted memoranda which he had been nonchalantly setting down dur ing the reading.
 'WeIl pick it up in the stock mar ket," he carelessly suggested.
 Cant" replied Allison, with equal carelessness. Hes intrenched with solid control. and imagine he doesn't owe a dollar"
 Chisholm, with his fingers in his