Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-06-29

It 40 . miser might. Twice the old
man made as II he would turn toward
the door Of egress. and the light in his
gray-blue eyes was the rekindling
flame Of a passion long denied. But
in the end he thrust the tempting
sheaf back into the inner pocket and
went resolutely to the cashiers coun
ter window, finding Schermerhorn, the
president, sitting at the cashiers desk.
1--WE come to take up them notes o.
mine with John Wes.' name on EN-"
Massingale began, pulling out the thick
sheaf Of redemption money.
HIN. yes, here they are. Brought
tho cash, did you? The Little Susan
has begun to pan out, has It? didn't
know you had commenced shipping ore
YETI"
"We haven't" David Massingale
made the admission and regretted 1t in
one and the same breath.
you've borrowed to meet these
notes?" queried the president, look.
ing up quickly. THAT won't do, Mr..
IMassingale; that won't do at all. We
cant afford to lose an old customer
that way. What's the matter with our
money? Doesn't it look good to you
any more?"
Massingale stammered out some
thing about Cashier Hardwick's per.
emptory demand of few hours earlier
but he was not permitted to finish.
"Of course. that is all right from
Hardwick's point of view. He was
merely looking out for the maturing
paper. How much more time will you
need to enable you to get returns from
your shipments? Sixty days? All
right, you needn't make out new notes;
III indorse the extension on the back
Of these, and I'll undertake to get
Cortwright's approval myself. No; not
q word, Mr.. Massingale. As long as
you're borrowing, you must be loyal
and borrow of US. Good afternoon.
Come again when we can help you
out. /"
David Massingale turned away,
dazed and confused beyond the power
Of speech. When the mists Of astound-
ment cleared he found himself in the
street with the thick wad Of bank
notes still in his pocket. Suddenly,
out Of the limbo into which two years
Of laborious discipline and self-denial
had pushed 1t stalked the demon of
the ruling passion, mighty. overpower-
ing, Inconquerable. The familiar
street sights danced before Mas.
Bingale's eyes, and there was a drum.
ming in his ears ike the fall of many
waters. But above the clamor rose
the insistent voice of the tenpter,> and
the voice was at once a COMMAND and
IN entreaty. gnawing hunger and a
thirst.
by cash! I'd like to try that old
system o. mine Jest one more time!"
he muttered. "All it takes is money
to foller it up and stay. And
I've got the money. Besides, didn't
Br'uillard say I was to get an exten.
zion II could ?"
He grabbed at his coat to be sure
mat tho packet was still there. took
two steps toward the bank. stopped,
turned as II in the grasp Of an invisible
but irresistible captor. and moved
away. like man walking in his sleep.
toward the lower avenue.
It was the doorway Of Haley''s place,
the Monte Carlo Of the Niquoia, that
finally halted him. Hero the struggle
was 50 fierce that the bartender, who
knew him, named 1t sickness and led
the stricken one to card table in the
public bar-room and fetched him q
drink. A single swallow Of whisky
turned the scale. Massingale< rose,
Tossed coin to the bar, and passed
quickly to the rear, where pair Of
baize doors opened silently and en-.
quilted him.
(To Be Continued)