American Fork citizen. [volume] (American Fork, Utah) 1912-1979, 1920-02-14

think Am the man to accent dismissal |
at the hands OF young American
greenhorn Ike your Why, I've thrown |
away thousands trying TO devotion this
rotten proposition of your uncle's out
Of friendship for him And what do
you think you're going to make out of
the concessionl You can't speak the
language, you can't get along with the
people, you know nothing of the Cana.
dian lumber business. You'll be bank
rupt inside Of six months and glad to
sell out for song. That's all have
to say to you, except that I'm res
ing and not discharged, and IL you say
I'm discharged I'll sue you for libel I'm
the Quebec courts"
He opened the door, but Hilary
called to him. "one moment, Mr.. Nor.
ris," he said.
Morris turned and looked at him un-
certainly. He was ready to accept any ]
extension of the olive branch.
take your cigars" said Hilary.
opening the drawer and bringing out
the box.
Mr.. Morris turned purple, snorted,
then snatched up the box and made
his exit.
Apparently he wished to convey the
impression of a furious quarrel with
less humiliating ending, for Hilary
heard him shouting angrlly outside.
Through the window he saw Jean
Baptiste come running up to him.
There came. later the confused sound
of many voices In consultation. But
Hilary turned his attention to the
books.
The deficit for the half-year had
been eight thousand dollars. That
much Lamartincs papers had shown,
and Hilary could find no fault with the
statement. 1t was, of course, impos-
sible to arrive at any discovery with
out experience Of the practical work
ing Of the concession. and Hilary
quickly realized that little was to be
obtained by a prolonged scrutiny.
There was, however, a considerable
expenditure for provisions at the Ste.
Marie companys store, which he as
sumed to be the store on the property,
in view of an item on the credit side
for the lease Of building. There. at
any rate. Morris dishonesty was mani
fest. Hilary closed the books. He
would discharge no man for insolence,
but he felt that Norris was entitled to
no more than his salary until October.
Having closed the desk, he looked
about the Office. A door led into an
extension Of the two-story building.
He found that the key to the outer
door fitted this, and. opening 1t, en-.
tered very comfortable little living
room, with a small kitchen ut the
back. A stairway at the back of the
house, built on the outside, evidently
led into the bedrooms. He decided to
take over Morris quarters for his per-
sonal use.
He had Just returned into the Office
and put on his hat preparatory to
leaving when there came q tap at the
door. The frightened face Of jean
Marie Baptisie looked In.
Monsieur Morris has raised h."
said the scaler.
slows that?"
Everybody Is discharged--every-
body what works for the st. Boniface
company. Only the Ste. Marie men
stay. They are very angry. They say
they could have got work on the south
shore for winter, but now too late
maybe"
"Go and tell the hands nobody Is
discharged yet" answered Hilary.
Cant you get II through your head
that I'm In charge here?'
"Ah, yes, Monsieur Askew. But,
you see. Mr.. Morris he pay the men
their wages"
"Call them here" said Hilary.
Jean-Marie called and the men came
forward snow tell them what have
told you" Hilary continued.
Jean.Marle's translation was met
with volley OF intersections. The
little timekeeper began half a dozen
explanations and finally gave up In
despair.
"rhey say it's Monsieur Brousseau's
orders" he explained. "You see, mon
sieur, we know now that the property
is yours, but Monsieur Breusseau hires
the mill hands"
"Tell them In future i shall hire the
mill hands. Tell them II Is my MILL"
This was met with blank incredulity.
Evidently Brousseau's lease of mill
rights had passed for ownership.
anyway, say that their jobs are
good for the coming year." announced
Hilary. and wondered whether he
dared hope to make good on that state
ment. where's LATE Connellr he
, added.
"Lafe, he is discharged, too" an
swered Jean-Marle. ale go right away
to catch the boat home, carrying his
bag. See, Monsieur Askewm
Hilary lnnknI nm I'm tho aragt nf