Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1920-03-17

Shirley2"
"Yes-s-sl" There was a break In
her voice. ''Good-by, Mr.. Cardigan,
wanted to know"
Good by, Wen. that's cutting the
mustard" he murmured soto voce'
and 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 or
the wire, heard him--caught every
infection Of the words, commonplace
enough. but fraighted with the pathos
OF Bryce's first real tragedy.
"Oh, Rryce," she cried sharply.
rut he ara not hear her; he had
hung up his receier now.
The week that ensued vas remark
ah,e s5- nc amount ~ work Rrr"e
accomplished In the investigation OF
his fathers affairs--also for a visit
from Donald McTayich. the woods
boss.
Hello. McTavlsh."r Bryce saluted
the woods boss cheerfullv and ex-
tended his hand for n cordial greet
ing. His Maynard emp'oye stood up,
took the preferred hand In both OF
his huge and callous ones, and held
1t rather childishly.
"WeeI! IT'S the wee laddie h'sser,
ne Boomed, I'm glad TO see ye, boy.
You'd have seen me the day. be-
fore yesterday II you had been see
able" Bryce reminded him with a
bright smile. Mac, old man, they
tell me you've gotten 10 he a regular
gu-to-hell''
IN nae deny take wee drappie
now an then" the woods boss adj
mitted frankly. albeit. there was
harried. haugdos look in his eyes.
Mac, did MORA give YOU my mes
sage"
Aye"
We'll. I guess we understand each
other, Mac. Was there something else
you wanted to see me about
McTavish sided up to. the desk
Yell no be firin' auli Mac DOT O
hand9- he pleaded hopefully. Mon.
ha ye the heart to do it-after a
rhese 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 off the pay roll onto the pen
sion roll-your shanty In the woods.
your meals at the camp kitchen,
your clothing and tobacco that
send out to you. Neither more nor
less,"
WHO will We pit in ma placer
7 don't know. However. It won't
be a difficult task to End a better
man than you"
TN nae let him work" McTav-
ish's voice deepened to a growl.
You worked that racket on my
father. Try 1t on me. and you'll an
swer to me-personally. Lay the
weight Of your finger on your success
sor. Mac. and you'll die IN the county
poor farm. No threats. old mani You
know the Cardigans; they never
bluff"
McTavish's glance met the youth
cul masters for several seconds:
then the woods-boss t-embled. and
hts gaze sought the office floor.
Bryce knew he had his man whipped
at last, and McTavish realized it. too.
for quite suddenly he burst into
tears.
"Dinna fire me. lad" he pleaded.
TN gae back on the job an leave
whisky alone"
Nothing doing Mac. Leave whisky
alone for a year and I'll discharge
your successor to give you back your
job. For the present. however, my
verdict stands. You're discharged"
who kens the Cardigan woods as
ken Them McTavish blubbered.
Who fell trees WI the least amount
O. breakage? Who'll get the work
out O. the men? who'll Ye dinna
mean It. lad Ye Gamma mean It,"
"On your way, Mac. loathe argu-
ments."
II maun see yer father ABBOTT this.
He'll nae stand for sic treatment O.
an auld employe."
Rryces temper fiared up. you
keep away from my father. You've
worried him enough In the past. you
drunkard- If you go up to the house
to annoy my father with your plead
tngs. McTavish. III manhandle you"
He glanced at hts watch. The next
train leaves for the woods IN twenty
minutes. II you do not 90 back on
It and behave yourself, you can
never go back to Cardigan woods"
Il will nae take charity from any
man." McTavish Numbered I'll nae
bother the ovid man. an FL nae go
back TO yon woods to live on yer
bounty. I was never a man to take
charity" he roared furiously and
left the office. Bryce called after him
a cheerful goodbye. but he did not
answer. And he did not remain in
town: neither did he return to his
shanty In the woods. For a month
his whereabouts remained a mystery:
then one day MORA received a letter
from him Informing her that he had
a job knee-bolting IN q shingle mill
in Mendocino county.
In the interim Bryce had not been
idle. From his wood crew he picked
AN old, experienced hand-one Jabez
Curtis--to take the place of the van
ished McTavish. Colonel Penning-
ton, having repaired in three days
the gap In his railroad, wrote Let
ter to the Cardigan Redwood Lum-
Der Company. informing Bryce that
until more equipment could be pur-
chased and delivered to take the
place Of the rolling stock destroyed