The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1916-03-30

4st a moment" interrupted Broui
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. "Righ
there is where John Wes' ten-dollar-a
bottle sody-pop stuff we was soppin
up must a foolished me plumb silly
$50 it amouRi5 to this: You have
given them clean third of the Susan
for the mere privilege of borrowing
one hundred thousand dollars on your
own paper. And if you don't pay, you
lose the remaining two-thirds as we'll"
That's about the way it stacks up
to a sober man. Looks like | needed
| janitor to look after my upper story
don't 1t? And reckon mebby do"
"One thing more" pressed the re.
lentless querist. Did you really handle
the hundred thousand-dollar develop.
ment fund yourself, Mr.. Massingale?"
We'll, no; not exactly. Ten thou
sand dollars of what they called
contingent fund was put in my name;
but the treasurer handled most of it
nachurly, we bein' a 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:
ITS bad business any way you at
tack 1t. What you have really got for
yourself out of the deal is the ten thou
sand-dollar deposit to your personal ae-
count, and nothing more; and they'll
probably try to make you a debtor for
that. Taking that amount and a fair
estimate Of the company's expendi-
lures to date-say thirty-tive thousand
in round numbers, which is fairly
to the company's assets as
q whole-they still owe you about fifty
1--WE thousand of the original hundred
thousand they were to put in. II
here were time-but you say this is
he last day?"
"The last half o. the last day." Mas
Iingale amended.
That being the case, there is no
lelp for it; you'll have to take your
Medicine and pay the notes. Do that,
axe an iron-clad receipt from the bank
IN write it oIt for you-and get the
took released. After that, Wen give
hem whirl for the thirty-three and
third per cent they have practically
tolen from you" |
The old mans face, remindful now .
( his daughters, was a picture of dis y
Mayed incertitude. a
Il reckon you're forgettin' that J |
amt got mercy enough to lift one o
dye o them notes" he said gently.
Brouillard had found piece of blank q
aper in his pocket and was rapidly o
yriting the 'iron-clad" receipt u
mo, hadn't forgotten. | have some u
hing over hundred thousand dollars al
wing Idle in the bank. You'll take it o
nd pay the notes" o
1t was a bolt out of a clear sky for N
he OLD man lettering on the brink of q
is fourth pit of disaster, and he Il
yinced his emction-and the tense s.
train of keycd-up nerves-by drop. s.
ing nIs lifted coffee cup with a crash n
TO MS plate The little accident was W
eip:ul Ia It's way-it made a diver u
by the time the wreck was II
'paired speech was possible. al
Are you-are you plumb sure you p;
IN spare 2" asked the debtor husk-
2. And then: 81 cayn't seem to sort sy
surround tall in a bunch, that ht
ay. | knowed ]. Wesley had me Ell
'wn; the 'Susan's' the only piece O. II
al money in this whole blamed free 81
rail-, and he knows it," si
After they had made their way
rough the excited sidewalk ex- tn
anges to the bank, and Brouillard tw
d written his check, the old man, tn
tn the miraculously-sen bit of res bu
e paper in his hand, hesitated av
There's one thing-and I've got to to
1t it out before it's everlastingly too
e. See here, Victor r'uillard-Amy tn
es you-thinks a heap of you a fin
lmb blind man could see that. But wa