The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1916-06-02
Not more than that,

NOT more tnan tnat.
oh. yes; you say the Hillman check 10
in; i had overlooked IT, All right.
thank you"
When the waiter had removed the
desk set. the engineer leaned toward
his table companions:
Mr.. Massingale. I'm going to ask
you to tell me frankly what kind OF a
deal II was you made with Cortwright
and the bank people"
1T was the biggest tom.fool razzle
that any livin live man out OF luna
tic 'sylum ever went into" confessed
the prisoner of fate. Il was TO stock
the Susan for half million-oh. she's
worth IL. every dollar OF IL; you might
say the ores In sight for Il right now"
this in Difference TO Brouillard's
brow-lifting OF surprise. They was to
put In a hundred thousand cash. and
was to put in the mine and the ore on
the dump. Just as she stood"
The engineer nodded and Massingale
went on.
Il was TO have two-thirds OF the
stock and they was TO have one-third.
The hundred thousand for develop.
ment we'd get at the bank. on my
notes, because was president and the
biggest stockholder. with John wes.
as indorser. Then. TO protect the bank
accordin' TO law, they said. we'd put
the whole bunch o. stock-mine and
their'n-into escrow In the hands OF
Judge Williams, When the notes was
paid, the judged hand the stock back
to US"
Just moment" interrupted Brouil-
lard Did you sign those notes per.
sonally. or as president Of the new
company
That's where they laid for me"
said the old man shamefacedly Right
there is where John Wes ten-dollar-a.
bottle sody-pop stun we was soppin'
up must a foolished me plumb silly"
80 II amounts to this; You have
given them a clean third OF the Susan
for the mere privilege OF borrowing
one hundred thousand dollars on your
own paper. And II you don't pay. you
lose the remaining two-thirds as well" !"
, That's about the way II stacks up
TO sober man. Looks like needed a
. janitor 10 look after my upper story.
don't Il? And reckon mebby I do"
"One thing more" pressed the re-
lentless Querist. Did you really handle
! the hundred-thousandd dollar develop.
ment fund yourself. Mr.. Massingale?"
We'll. no; not exactly. Ten thou.
sand dollars OF what they called a
contingent fund was put In my name !;
but the treasurer handled most of it
nachurly, We bein' stock company"
Brouillard took out his pencil and
began to make figures on the back OF
the menu card. He knew the equip.
: ment of the Little Susan" and his
specially was the making OF estimates
Hence he was able TO say, after a min
ute or two OF figuring:
It's bad business any way you at
tack II. What you have really got fol
yourself out of the deal is the ten thou
sand-dollar deposit TO your personal &C
. count, and nothing more; and they'll
probably try to make you a debtor for
that. Taking that amount and a fair
I estimate OF the companys expendi
lures TO date-say thirty-hve thousand
in round numbers. which is fairly
chargeable to the company's assets as
a whole-they still owe you about fifty
? five thousand OF the original hundred
: thousand they were to put In. II
> there were time-but you say this is
the last day."
THE last half o. the last day." Mas
singale amended.
That being the case, there Is no
help for IL; you'll have to take your
medicine and pay the notes. Do that
take an iron-clad receipt from the bank
Ill write 1t out for you-and get the
stock released. After that. wen give
them q whirl for the thirty.three and
third per cent they have practically
stolen from you"
The old mans face, remindful now
OF his daughters, was a picture OF dis.
mayed incertitude.
Il reckon you're forgettin' that |
hain't got money enough TO lift one
edge o. them notes." he said gently.
Brouillard had found piece of blank
paper in his pocket and was rapidly
writing the "iron-clad" receipt.
mo, hadn't forgotten. have some
thing over a hundred thousand dollars
lying idle In the bank. You'll take II
and pay the notes"
II was bolt out OF clear sky for
the old man tottering on the brink OF
his fourth pit OF disaster, and he
evinced his emotion-and the tense
strain Of keyed-up nerves-by drop
ping his lifted coffee cup with a crash
into his plate. The little accident was
helpful in its way-it made q diver.
sion-and by the time the wreck was
repaired speech was possible.
Are you-are you plumb sure you
can spare it?" asked the debtor husk.
ily. And then: II cayn't seem 10 sort
o. surround tall In a bunch, that
way. I knowed J. Wesley had me
down; the 'Susan's' the only piece o.
real money in this whole blamed free.
for-all, and he knows T."