Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1920-05-07
Tie VALLEY of
Tie GIANTS

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1.-THE very fact thar you b,'ha'r' g..
ring me M Mt all makes me- your
debtor shirley. can you stand some
plain speaking-hetwec friends,
mean
II think so. Mr.. Cardigan
well. then" said Bryce, "Iisten 70
this: I am your uncleS enemy until
death do US part. Neither he nor 7
expect 10 ask or TO give quarter. and
Tn going to smash him il can"
IF you do. YOU smash me-" she
warned him.
Likewise our friendship I'm sorry,
but It's got % be done If | can do II.
Shall-shall we say good-by, Shirley"
"Yes-s-s." There was break In
her voice. "Good-by. Mr.. Card gan. 7
wanted to know
'Good-by! Well, that's cutting the
mustard" he murmured sotto voce,
land there goes another bright day
dream" Unknown to himself, he
spoke directly into the transmitter
and Shirley, clinGing half hopefully to
the receiver at the other end OF tho
wire, heard him-caught every inflec-
tion of the words. commonplace
enough, but freighted with the paihos
Of Bryce's first real tragedy.
ooh, Bryce" she cried sharply. But
he did not hear her; he had hung M
his receiver now.
The week that ensued was remarka-
complished in the Investigation of his
fathers affairs-alSo for visit from
Donald McTavish. the woodS-boss.
Hello. McTavish," Bryce saluted
the woodsboss cheerfully and extend
ed his hand for cordial greeting. His
wayward employee stood up. took the
proffered hand in both of his huge and
callous ones, and held 1t rather child
ishly.
"Weel! 'Tis the wee laddie hissel'.'
he doomed I'm glad to see We, boy"
"You'd have seen me the day before
yesterday-if you had been seeable,'
Bryce reminded him with brigh,
smile. Mac, old man, they tell me
you've gotten to be regular go-to
hell"
"T'll nae deny ] take wee drappis
now an then" the woods-boss admit
ted frankly, albeit there was har
rietl. hangdog look in his eyes,
Mac, did MORA give you my mes
sager
aye"
swell. guess we understand eacl,
Other. Mac. Was there something
else you wanted to see me about?"
IN NcTavish sided up to the desk.
"Ye'll no be frin' auld Mac DOT O.
hand?" he pleaded hopefully. mon.
ha ye the heart to do it--after a these
years."
Bryce nodded. -'If You have the
heart-after all these years--to draw
pay you do not earn. then I have the
heart to put better man in your
place. It's no good arguing. Mac.
You're on the pay roll onto the pen.
sion r0ll-yOur shanty In the woods,
your meals at the camp kitchen, your
clothing and tobacco that send out
to you. Neither more nor iess!'
''Who will We pit in ma placer"
Il don't know. However, II won't
he difficult task to find a better maj,
than you"
"Tll nae let him work" McTavish's
voice deepened to q gr0wl.
You worked that racket on my IA.
Their. Try It on me, and your answer
to me-personally. Lay the weight Of
your finger on your successor, Mac.
and you'll die In the county poor farm.
NO threats. old Eiaa! fou sNOty ths
Cardisans; they never bluff."
AcTavish's glance met the youthful
masters for several seconds; then the
woods boss trembled. and his gaze
sought the Office floor. Bryce knew
he had his man whipped at last, and
AcTavish realized It. too. for quite