Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1916-06-20

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h. sprang like an angry dog at Farwells
throat But the three men stopped their
rush almost in midair as the factory
owner flashed out the pistol from his
coat pocket and leveled it at the fore
most of them.
There was an instant pause; as the
assailants blinked irresolutely at the
black pistol muzzle and at the coldly
murderous eyes behind il.
GO back to your work." said Farwell,
breaking the momentary silence; his
voice as cold as steel and as deadly.
Go before | count three. or one of you
will go feet foremost"
Beneath the menace of the leveled
weapon and the dominating gaze of
their employer, the trio looked sheep
ishly at each other; then, one by one,
turned and shuffed away toward the
yard.
FarweIl dropped the pistol back into
his pocked and continued upon his way
to his own office.
The three delegates returned to their
fellows. The rest of the men crowded
eagerly around them for news of the
interview.
ITS no USE reported the spokes-
man. 81 asked him, and he
Something white flew through the
air, striking him across the eyes and
then falling to the ground at his feet.
The spokesman looked around him in
bewilderment. So did the other men.
They had a feeting glimpse of a girl
en- horseback, riding away from the
board fence that divided the yard from
, the street.
"She threw it at you,' said one of
the men, II saw her. What is it?"
he ST vya
picking up the white thing that had
struck him. The others pressing close
around him in jostling curiosity, he
tore open one end of the envelope.
Out fell package OF big denomina-
ton bills. A cry of amaze broke from
the crowd. The spokesman, holding
the money in one hand, stared stupidity
at the envelope. lie read aloud the
typed address:
For the employees of the Farwell
corporation.
What the blue bIazes-w he sputter-
ed.
Then he saw sheet of notepaper
sticking halfway out of the torn en-
velope He drew it forth and in vbice
shaking with wonder, read the few
typed lines it contained
Accept and distribute the inclosed as
part payment of your accumulated CO.
operative profits IN the fdrWell COrpOT-
ation-An agent"
A cheer from hundreds of hoarse
threats broke in on his reading.
Come ont" yelled the spokesman, en-
Enthusiastically, as he f1ourished the hand
full of big bills. Come on, boys! Let's
go to the boss and thank him. He's
a white man, after all And I'm going
to apologize for insulting him, too He
was dead right to punch me for it. Come
ont"
Farwell. in his ground-floor office,
overlooking the yard, glanced out of the
open window. just in time to see the
crowd start toward the building. His
hand went to his pistol butt. He thought
he understood that unanimous move
ment.
Presently his look of logged def
ance changed to one of bewilderment.
This mob of avengers was behaving most
strangely! The men were dancing along,
laughing and waving their caps and
shaking hands with one another. Sure
ly no angry mob would act thus.
Just then, the front rank of them
caught sight of Farwell standing in the
open window A roar went up.
Three cheers for Silas Farwell!
shouted the spokesman. ,-..., ...s. ...s
The three cheers were given with a
Humorous zest. .....-
Three cheer for our white boss?'
yelled another workman.
And again the throng cheered, rap
turously.
The men came to halt just in front
of the window: showing forward the
spokesman, who still held the bundle
of money in one hand and the typewrit-
ten letter in another.
Mr.. Farwell," he began, I'VE want
to thank you. 1t was a funny way of
sending US our cash, but it was mighty
welcome. And 1 want to apologize to
you for
What are you blithering about?"
queried Farwell, in dire perplexity. And
what's that money you're shaking at
me? What is"
THE money!" echoed the spokesman,
as a murmur of surprise ran through
the crowd why, the cooperative
profits money, of course. The money
this letter of your agent.
He got no further. Farwel reached
ont of the window and snatched the
typed note from his hand. He would
have snatched the money, too, but that
CHANGED to be just out of his reach.
WHO give you this?" roared Farwell
when he could get his voice.
"A GIRL" answered the puzzled spokes-
man. ION horseback. Threw 1T over
the fence TO me- OAO iONS PNSS'
minutes ago. And
But Farwell, note in hand had bolt
ed out into the street. He was just IN
time to see a girl, mounted on slender
lv-built saddle horse, turn a corner.
several blocks away, and vanish from
his view.
He had recognized the shape of the
racket of bills the spokesman had flour
ished. They were the same bills that
the "Circle Lady had stolen from mis-
safe, the preceding day.
He had no great hope of being able
to persuade or bully the men into CIV
ing back the money to him. But he
swore a mighty oath to catch the woman
who had robbed him.
FarwelTs bloodshot eyes swept the
street in search of a taXicab in which
he could pursue the fugitive. He saw
none But he saw something almost as
good for his purpose
Alongside the opposite curb lounged a
mounted policeman, chatting with a
passerby Farwell ran across and seized
the officer by the arm.
did you see a woman ride past here
a few moments ago." he demanded
"Why. yes" returned the patrolman,
wondering at his interlocutor's excite
ment. II did l didn't take much no.
tice of her, except that she rode mighty
we'll. Shed gotten past me before l
saw her. Is?"-
"She has robbed me-" interrupted