Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1916-08-11

plenty of 'em-who will kill you like a
rat in a hole II you 60 back on them
as you are threatening to. Don't you
know that"
The younger man was balancing the
paper cutter across his finger.
That is the least Of my WORRIES
he answered, speaking slowly. Il am
all sorts of a moral coward, | suppose;
I've proved that often enough in the
past few months, God knows. But I'm
not the other kind. Mr.. Cartwright"
Then I'll take a hand!" snarled the
tyrant at bay. "Pll spend a million dol
lars, II | have to, blacklisting you from
one end Of this country to the other!
I'll fix it SO you'll never build any
thing bigger than a hog pen again as
long as you live! III publish your rec
ord wherever there is a newspaper to
print it," He pounded on the desk
with his fist-"Ill do it-money can
do 1t! More than that, you'll never get
a smell Of that Chigringo mine-you
nor Dave Massingale!"
Brouillard tossed the p~aper-knife in
to a h%alf-opened drawer and squared
himself at the blotting pad.
THAT is your challenge, is it," he
said CURLY. 80 be 1t. Start your
machinery. You will doubtless get
me, not because you have money, but
because for a time l was weak enough
and wicked enough to climb down and
stand on your level. But II you don't
hurry, Mr.. Cartwright, I'll get you first
Are you going? One thing more-and
it's a kindness; get your son out OF
town before this Massingale matter
comes up for adjustment. 1t will be
safer"
"Is that all you have to say?"
pretty nearly all, except to tell yor
that your time is growing short, anc
you and those who are In with you haC
better begin to set your houses in or
der. II you'll come over here at eight
o'clock tomorrow night prepared to d.
the square thing by David Massingale
I'll withhold the publication of tina
letter which will stamp you and you
associates as criminals before the law
but that is the only concession l shall
make"
you've got to make at least on
more!" stormed the outgoing magnate
, you don't have to set any dates o
anything Of that kind for your damned
+. drowning act!"
, "In justice to a good many peopl
who are measurably innocent. / shal
. have to do that very thing" returne
, the engineer firmly. The notice Wi
appear in tomorrow's Spotlight"
|, It was the final straw in the stock
, promoters crushing wrath burden. Hi
fat face turned purple, and for a SCI
ond or two he clawed the air, gaspin
:, for breath. Brouillard sat back in hi
. chair, waiting for the volcanic VI
heaval. But 1t did not come. When h
: had regained q measure of ~self-contro
Mr.. Cartwright turned slowly and wer
out without a word, stumbling over tn
threshold and slamming the doc
heavily as he disappeared.
o For a time after the promoter
u wordless departure Brouillard sat
. his desk writing steadily. When tn
II last Of the memorandum sheets ws
l. filled he found his hat and street COZ
n and left the office. Ten minutes lat'
3 he had penetrated to the dusty den c
= the second floor of the Spotlight OFF,
q where Harlan was grinding copy Il
q his paper. Brouillard took a chair
o the desk end and laid the sheets
r penciled government paper under Il
editors eyes.
1t CTo BE CoNTINUED.)