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

wright. viii you saw it off with M
: that way?-until you've made the turf
on the ore sales?"
David Massingale shook hands on /
with more. gratitude, colored this time
with a hearty imprecation. Dad burr
you, Victor Br'uillard, you're man
ever single mili-run of you!' he burst
out. But Brouillard shook his head
gravely.
mo, Mr.. Massingale, I'm the little
yellow dog you mentioned a while
back" he asserted, and then he went
to get the money.
Left alone in the small retiring room
of the bank where the business had
been transacted, David Massingale
took the sheaf OF bank notes from his
pocket with trembling hands, fondling
it as a miser might. Twice the old
man made as If he would turn toward
the door Of egress, and the light in his
gray-blue eyes was the reminding
flame of a passion long denied. But
in the end he thrust the tempting
sheaf back into the inner pocket and
went resolutely to the cashiers coun
ter window, finding Schermerhorn, the
president, sitting at the cashiers desk.
I've come to take up them notes O.
mine with John Wes.' name on EN-"
Massingale began, pulling out the thick
sheaf of redemption money.
HIN, yes, here they are. Brought
the cash, did you? The Little Susan
has begun to pan out, has it? l didn't
know you had commenced shipping ore
YETI"
I'VE haven't" David Massingale
made the admission and regretted it in
one and the same breath.
You've borrowed to meet these |
notes?" queried the president, look
ing up quickly. That won't do, Mr..
Massingale; that won't do at all. We /
can't afford to lose an old customer
that way. What's the matter with our
money? Doesn't 1t look good to you
any more?"
Massingale stammered out some
thing about Cashier Hardwick's per-
emptory demand of a few hours earlier,
but he was not permitted to finish.
"Of course. that is all right from
aardwick's point of view He was
merely looking out for the maturing
PAPER. How much more time will you
iced to enable you to get returns from
'our shipments? Sixty days? All ;
light, you needn't make out new notes;
II indorse the extension on the back
# these, and I'll undertake to get
approval myself No; not
word, Mr. Massingale. AS long as
cure borrowing, you must be loyal
nd borrow of US. Good afternoon.
ome again when we can help you
ut"
David Massingale turned away, 7
azed and confused beyond the power
T speech. When the mists of astound-
rent cleared he found himself in the
treet with the thick wad of bank
otos still in his pocket. Suddenly,
ut of the limbo into which two years
laborious discipline and self-denial
ad pushed it stalked the demon of
'e ruling passion. mighty, overpower-
.g, unconquerable. The familiar
rect sights danced before Mas
ngale's eyes, and there was drum
ing in bis ears like the fall of many
aters. But above tn. ..lamor rose
Ie inslstent voice of the a~aapter, and
e voice was at once command aud
entreaty, a gnawing hunger and a |
lrching thirst.
by cash! I'd like to try that old
stem O. mine jest one more time!"
} muttered. "All it takes is money
Tough to folier it up and stay. And
re got the money. Besides, didn't
'uillard say l was to get an extern
On if could?"
He grabbed at mis- coat to be sure
at the packet was still there, took
% steps toward the bank, stepped, -
rned as If in the grasp of an invisible
t irresistible captor, and moved
'ay, like man walking in his sleep,
ward the lower avenue.
It was the doorway of Haley's place,
Monte Carlo of the Niquoia, that
ally halted him. Here the struggle
s so fierce that the bartender, who
ew him, named it sickness and led
stricken one to card table in the r.
bic bar-room and fetched him a
nix. A single swallow of whisky
ned the scale. Massingale rose,
sed coin to the bar, and passed
ckly to the rear where a pair of
re doors opened silently and en-
fed him.
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