The Tucumcari news and Tucumcari times. [volume] (Tucumcari, N.M.) 1907-1921, 1916-02-17
cHAPTER XIV.
Maraery's Answer.

"dT9eTy answer.
We'll, II has come at last" said
Raymer next morning, passing a new.
~ opened letter OF the morning de.
livery over TO Griswold. THE rail.
road people are taking their work
away from US. I've been looking fo-
that In every mall
Griswold glanced at the letter and
handed II back. The burden was lying
heavily upon him, and his only com.
ment was a questioning, "Well?"
AT this. Raymer let 10 again.
What's the use?" he said defect.
eddy. We're down. and everything
we do merely prolcngs the agony. Do
you know that they tried to burn the
plant last night?"
NO; hadn't heard"
They did. They had everything
liked; a pile OF kindlings laid in the
corner back Of the machine shop an.
mex and the whole thing saturated
with kerosene"
Well, why didn't they do IT."
queried GriswolG. half.heartedly. After
the heavens have fallen, no mere ter.
restrial cataclysm can evoke "a thrill.
That's a mystery. Something hap.
pened; Just what, the Waterman who
had the machine shop beat couldn't
tell. He says there was "A fash of LIGHT
bright enough to blind him. and then a
scrap OF some kind. When he got out
OF the shop and around TO the place.
there was no one there; nothing but
the pile Of kindlings."
Griswold took Up the letter from
the railway people and read IL again.
When he faced II down on Raymer's
desk, he had closed with the conclu.
sion which had been thrusting itself
upon him since the early morning hour
when he had picked his way among
the sidewalk pools TO the plant from
upper Shawnee street.
"You a still save yourself. Ed.
ward he said, still with the colorless
note in his voice. And he added
You know the way"
Raymer jerked his head out OF his
desk and swung around In the pivot.
chair.
See here, Griswold; the less said
about that at this stage Of the game,
the better Il will be for both OF u, :"
he exploded. I'm going TO do as |
said ! should, but not until this fight is
settled, one way or the other"
Griswold did not retort In kind.
The condition has already expired
by limitation the fight is as good as
settled now" he said, placably. we
are only making a hopeless blum. We
can hold our forty or fifty tramp work.
men Just as long as We pay their board
over In town, and don't ask them TO re.
port for work. But the day the shop
whistle is blown, four out Of every five
will vanish. We both know that"
Then there is nothing for II but a
recelv"rship,' a Raymer's gloomy
decision.
Not without a miracle" Griswold
admitted. And the day OF miracles is
past
Thus the ideallst, out % a depth OF
wretchedness ana self.cXprobratlOn
"'''''''" NHl'"H'b'N' bul " ne tOQlu
have had ever a momentary gift OF
tclepathic vision he might have seen
a miracle at that momen In the pre-.
liminary stage OF its o%utworking.
The time was halfpast nine. the
place a grottolike summer house on
the Mereside lawn, The miracle work.
ers were two: Margery Gricrson. radl.
ant In thed ainticst OF morning house.
gowns, and the man who had taken
her retainer, Miss Grierson was curl.
ously examining a photographic print;
the pictured scene was a welllIttered
foundry yard with buildings forming
an angle In the near background
Against the buildings a pile Of SHAY.
ings with kindlings showed quite clear.
~; and, STOPPING 10 ignite the pile.
was a man who had evidently looked
up at, or Just before, the instant Of
camera-snapping, There was no mis-.
taking the Identity Of the man. He
had a round, pig.jowl face; his bris.
Ting m%ustaches stood out s.!nly as II in
sudden horror; and his hat was ON the
back OF his head
IT amt very good" Rrofin anolo.
gized. The u amt high enough yet
tc make a clear print. But you said
hurry and ! reckon It will do"
Miss Grierson nodded. You caught