Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1919-06-24
Failures DURING Week

Der 8, against 10 last week, 10 the pre-
ceding week, and last year. OF failures
this week in the United States, SO were in
| the east, 10, south, % west, and % in the
Pacific states, and Al reported liabilities of
$4,000 or more, against SO last week.
homeIy smells of earth and land and
water came to him with his first deep
drawn breath. The rank growth Of
| wild flowers and weeds were part of
1.-THE flat atmosphere of the mill
pond, always redolent of water weed
and lily pads, tinctured it; distant
fields Of buckwheat adder heavier per-
| fume.
Neither in the quaint brick feed
mill nor in the lumber mill were
there any lights, but in his own
and vines, the light streamed from
the sitting room windows.
From the dark yard two or three
dogs barked at him, then barked
again in a different key, voicing an
excited welcome; and he opened the
surrounded by demonstrative settlers
and pointers, leaping and wagging
about him and making a vast amount
of noise on the vine-covered Veran-
da as he opened the door, let him
self into the house and shut them
out.
Hello, dad" he said, crossing
swiftly to where his father sat by
| the reading lamp.
Their powerful grip fingered. Old
| Dick Neeland, ruddy, Whlte-hatred,
straight as a pine, stood up in his
old slippers and quilted smoking coat
his brier pipe poised in his left
hand.
splendid, Jim. I've been thinking
about you this evening" He might
| have added that there were few mo-
ments when his son was not in his
| thoughts.
| absolutely. You are, too, :.e,"'
| Thy seated themselves.
Hungry, Jim?"
NO; l dined aboard
You didn't telegraph me-
mo; came on short notice.
Cant you stay?"
Dad, l have a drawingroom re-
served for the midnight tonight, and
am sailing on the Volhynia tomor-
row at nine in the morning!"
God bless me! Why, JIM"
Dad, I'll tell you all I know about
it,"
His father sat with brier pipe sus-
pended and keen blue eyes fixed on
his son, while the son told every
thing he knew about the reason for
his flying trip to Paris.
you see how it is, don't, you, dad?"
he ended; , The princess pr; has been n,
through her. the people 1 ought to
know, and they have given me work
to do. I'm in her debt; I'm under
real obligation to her. And I've got
| to go, that's ALL
Old Dick Neeland's clear eyes of
sportsman continued to study his
sons face.
Yes, you've got to CO." he said
He smoked for a few moments, then:
What the devil does it mean, any
|
! mo, I haven't. There seems to be
| some military papers in this box that
is mentioned. Evidently they are of
value to somebody. Evidently other
desire to obtain them for themselves
1t almost seems as though something
| is brewing over there-trouble OF
some sort between Germany and some
other nation. But I haven't heard of
anything"
His father continued to smoke for
while, then:
There is something brewing over
81 hadn't heard" repeated the
Il haven't either, directly. But in
my business some unusual orders
have come through-from abroad.
| Both France and Germany have been
making inquiries through agents In
regard to shipments of grain and feed
|
very heavy rush orders"
| What on earth could cause war;"
81 can't see, JimS Of course Aus
trials attitude toward Serbia is very
sullen But, outside of that can't
see no trouble threatening.
"And yet, the Gayfeld wooden mill
has just received an enormous order
| for sacks and underwear from the
French government. They're run
ming all night now. And another
man in this section buying horses
for the British government OF
course, it's done now and then, but
taking this incident with the others
which have come to my persona
knowledge, it would seem as though
| rope.
Jim's perplexed eyes rested on his
father he shook his youthful head
slightly:
it's to be France and Germany again.
why, my sympathy is entirely for
France
Naturally" nodded his father.
Their Irish ancestors had fought
for Bonaparte, and for the Bourbons
| before him. And, cursed with cous-
ms, like all Irish, they were aware
| Of plenty of Neelands in France who
spoke no English.
Jim rose, glanced at his watch:
| DdQ, i IL just Ne 4OHIl4uS OVSl ~
Brookhollow to get that box. L
haven't such a lot of time, if I'm
to catch the midnight train at Or
angeville."
father.
He was disappointed, but he smiled
as he exchanged a handclasp with
you're coming right back from
PARISH"
Next steamer. I've lot of work
on hand, thank goodness! But that
only puts me under heavier obliga-
lions to the Princess Mistchenka."
Yes, suppose 50. Anything but
ingratitude, Jim. It's the vilest vice
of 'em all. They say it's in the Irish
prove it by Neeland. Well, my boy
I'm not lonesome, you understand;
busy men have no time to be lone
some-but run up, will you, when you
get back?"
You bet I will"
'I'll show you brace of promis-
ing pups. They stand rabbits, still,
but they won't when the season is
over:
blue Birds pups?"
yes. They take after her"
Fine! I'll be back for the shoot
ing, anyway. Many broods this sea-
SOM"
"A fair number. 1t was not too
wet"
For a moment they fingered, smil-
ing at each other. then Jim gave his
fathers hand a quick shake, picked
up his suitcase, turned.
"I1l take the runabout, dad. Some
one from the Orangeville garage will
bring it back in the morning"
He went out pushed his way
among the leaping dogs to the garage
threw open the doors and turned on
the electric light.
A slim and trim Snapper runabout
stood glistening beside larger car
and two automobile trucks. He ex-
changed his straw hat for a cap;
placed his hat and suitcase in the
boot, picked up flashlight from the
workable and put it into his pocket.
cranked the Snapper. jumped in, ran