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

For heavens sake!" the promoter
burst out. What's got into you?
Don't you go around trying to stand
that corpse on It's feet it's a dead one.
! tell YOU The Coronida titles are all
right"
There are no Coronida titles. You
have known it all along, and | know it
now. | have it straight from the bu-
reau OF land statistics, in a letter from
a man who knows. The nearest
boundary OF the old Spanish grant is
L.atigo peak, ten miles south Of Chi
gringo The department knows this
and is prepared to prove 1t. And In
the very beginning you and your asso-
c,ates were warned that you could not
acquire homestead or other rights In
the Niquoia,"
let It co." snapped the gray-eyed
hing of the pack. We've got to get
out alive and we're going to get cut
alive. What's your price,"
q have answered that question once,
hut I'll make IT a little palmer II you
wish. 1t IS beyond your reach; II you
should turn our money-coining soul
into cash you couldn't pay 1t this time
Mr.. Cartwright"
That's guff-boy-talk-play-rant-
inp, You want something-is 1t that
damned Massingale business again? |
don't own the railroad, but II you think
do. I'll sign anything you want to
write to the traffic people. Let Mas
singale sell his ore and get the money
for II. He'll go gamble it as he did
yours"
Brouillard looked up under the
shaded electric globe and his hand
| some face wrinkled in q sour smile.
you are ready to let go, are your
he said. "You are too late. Mr.. Ford
| returned from Europe a week ago, and
| have a wire saying that tonight's
through freight from Brewster is chief
ly made up Of empty ore cars for the
Little Susan"
The sandy-gray eyes blinked at this,
but Mr.. Cartwright was Of those who
die hard.
What l said still holds good. Mas
| singale or his son, or both OF them,
will gamble the money. And II they
don't, we've got 'em tied up in a haru
knot on the stock proposition
81 was coming to that" said Brouil'
lard quietly. For a long time you
have been telling me what should do
and | have done it. Now I'll lake my
turn. You must notify your associ-
ates that the Little Susan deal Is on.
There will be a called meeting OF the
directors here in this room tomorrow
evening at eight o'clock, and
who calls IT." interrupted the
tyrant.
"The president"
president nothing!" was the snort.
ed comment. "An old, drunken gam
bier who hasn't got sense enough to
go in when it rains! Say, Brouillard'
I'll cut that pie so therell be enough
to go around the table. Just leave
Massingale out Of it and make up
your mind that you're going to sit IN
with us. We've bought the mine and
paid for it. I've got the stock put
away where it's safe. Massingale
can't touch a share of it, or vote 1t,
either"
Brouillard shook his head.
"You are stubbornly hard to con
vince, Mr.. Cartwright, but I'll try one
more time. You will come here to
morrow evening, with your %confeder
ates in the deal, prepared to take the
none you have actually spent in bet
terments and prepared to release the
stock. If you fail to do so you vii
get nothing. Is that explicit enough
You're crazy" shouted the promo
ter. You talk as II there wasn't any
law in this country"
There isn't-for such men as you
you and your kind put yourselves
above the law. But that Is neithel
here nor there. You don't want to g
!, into court with this conspiracy which
d. you have cooked up to beat David Mas
singale out Of his property. It's tn,
last thing on earth you want to dc
So you'd better do the other thing
while you can"