The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1916-06-23
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rather talk about something else. Tell
me about yourself. What have you
been doing all these days when !
haven't been able to keep tab on your"
"Flirting-fiirting desperately with
Tig. with Mr.. Arson md Mr.. Grislow,
and that nice boy of yours, Herbert
Griffith, and with-no. not with Mr.
Leshington; he scares me-makes a
face like wooden image and says
Little girl. you need mother-or a
husband; haven't made up my mind
which. When he does make up his
mind I'm going to shrek and run
away"
And you fiirt!" he protested re-
Little SUSAN is the Bluegrass farm
looming up comfortably on the eastern
edge of things?"
In a twinkling her frivolous mood
vanished.
"Oh, we are prosperous. desperately
prosperous. We have all the improve
ments you can see and a lot that you
can't see. And our pay roll-it fairly
frightens me when make 1t up on the
Saturdays"
Il see" he nodded. "All going out
and nothing coming In. But the monev
is all here. safely stacked up in the
ore bins. You'll get it all out when
the railroad comes"
THAT is another thing-a thing
haven't dared tell father and Stevie.
When l was in Mirapolis this morn.
| In n arl IaA
coming, after all; or, rather, Tig had
heard it and he told me. We were dig.
ging for facts when you met us on
Chigringo avenue-trying to find out II
the rumor were true"
1T means great deal to you,
doesn't it," he said evasively.
1t means everything-a thousand
times more now than it did before"
His quick glance up into the sud.
denly sobered eyes of the girl stand.
ing on the step above him was a voice,
less query and she answered it.
I'VE had no working capital as I
think you must have known. Once q
month father or Stevie would make up
few pack-saddle loads Of the rich.
est ore and freight them over the
mountains to Red Butte. That was
how we got along But when you sent
me word by Tig that the railroad com
pany had decided to build the extern
sion, there was there was g
chance
Yes" he encouraged.
"A chance that the day OF little
things was past and the day OF big
things was come. Mr.. Cartwright and
some Of his associates had been trying
to buy an interest in the 'Littlc Susan.
Father let them in on some sort Of q
stock arrangement that don't under
stand and then made himself person
ally responsible for a dreadful lot OF
borrowed money"
Borrowed of Mr.. Cortwright?'
queried Brouillard.
mo; of the bank. Neither Stevie
nor knew about it until after 1t was
done, and even then father wouldn't
explain He has been like man on.
OF his mind since Mr.. Cartwright got
hold Of him-everything is rose-coI
ored. But you see how it all depends
upon the railroad"
Not so much upon the railroad now
as upon come other things" said
Brouillard systematically. "You say
your father has borrowed Of the bank
lis Mr.. Cartwright mixed up in the
loan in any way?"
yes; he arranged 1t in some way
for father don't know Just how All
l know is that father is responsible
and that if the railroad doesn't come
he will lose everything"
Brouillard gave q low whistle 81
don't wonder that the quitting rumoI
made you nervous. But ! think I car
lift one Of your burdens. What you
heard in town this morning is fact.
the railroad people have stopped work
on the Buckskin extension. Don't
: faint-they are going to begin again
right away"
obi" she gasped. Are you surel
How can you be sure?"
Eve given the order" he sait
gravely. IAN order they can't disre
gard. Let's go back bit and I'll eX
plain. Do you remember my telling
you that your brother had tried tc
bride me to use my influence with Mr.
Ford?"
"As If should ever be able to for
get it," she protested.
Well that wasn't all that he did
he threatened to turn the valley into
placer camp, to disorganize our
workinJ force, even stop or definitely
postpone the building Of the dam"
She was listening eagerly, but there
was nameless fear in the steadfast
eyes-a shadow which he either
missed or disregarded.
And you-you believed this?" she
asked family.
i was compelled to believe it. He
let me pan out the proof for myself"
1T is dreadful-dreadful! she muir
INJURED. You believed him, and for
that reason you used your influence