Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1921-01-14

y, Arm in arm they walked up the ga
re den path together.
It Just as they entered the house, tn
telephone in the haK tinkled, an
d Bryce answered.
"Mr. Cardigan" came Shirley Sum
J. ner's voice over the wire.
q Bryce" he corrected her.
4 She ignored the correction.
t IL don't know what to say Ia
5 you" she faltered. 81 rang up to tell
you how splendid and heroic your ac-
ton was"
81 had my own life to save, Shirley"
"You did not think Of that at the
time"
"Well-I didn't think Of your uncle's.
either" he replied without enthusiasm.
Pm sure we never can hope to
catch even with you, Mr.. Cardigan"
Don't try, Your revered relative
will not; so why should your"
"You are making it somewhat hard
for me toto rehabiIitate our friend
ship, Mr.. Cardigan"
] BLESS your heart" he murmured.
"The very fact that you bothered to
ring me up at all makes me your
debtor. Shirley, can you stand some
plain speaking-between friends, I
mean?"
Il think so, Mr.. Cardigan"
well, then" said Bryce, '1isten to
this; l am your uncle's enemy until
death do us part. Neither he nor I
expect to ask or to give quarter and
I'm going to smash him if 1 cam"
IF you do, you smash me-" she
warned him.
Likewise our friendship. I'm sorry.
but it's got to be done if 1 can do 1t.
Shall-shall we say good-by, Shirley?"
"Yes-s-sW There was break in
her voice "Good-by Mr.. Cardigan.
wanted to know"
"Good-byl Well, 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 of the
wire heard him-caught every infec-
ton of the words, commonplace |
enough, but freighted with the pathos !
or Bryce's first real tragedy.
"Oh, Brycel" she cried sharply. But
he did not hear her; he had hung nm
his receiver now
The week that ensued was remarka-
Die for the amount of work Bryce ac- q
'omplished in the investigation of his
athers affairs-also for visit from
Donald McTavish, the woods-boss. il
Hello McTavish," Bryce saluted a
he woods-boss cheerfully and extend d
q MS hand for cordial greeting. His In
hayward employee stood I'D. tool, tba be
ronered hand in both of his huge and &C
aiious ones, and held it rather child
silly. i'd
Weel! 'Tis the wee laddie hissep" al
e doomed. I'm glad to see We, bow" G
ou'd have seen me the day before is
esterday-if you had been seeable~ to
'ryce reminded him with bright gi
mile. Mac, old man, they tell mo tn
ELL" or
III nae deny take a wee drappie liz
ow an then" the woods-boss admit st
I'd frankly, albeit there was a har- te
led, hangdog look in his eyes. ha
Mac, did MORA give you NV mos ri;
age?" oh
aye" fir
well, I guess we understand each Ii
-Der' Mac. Was there something tn
Sc you wanted to see me about?y st,
McTavish sidled up to the desk
zen no be firm aud Mac oot n, ci,
lndT he pleaded hopefully. "Mon. fiji,
We the heart to do it-after a these "V
,ars?' -;
Bryce nodded. "If you have tbe INF
all these years-to draw fo,
" you do not earn, then have the ins
art to put a better man in your
ace It's no good arguing Mac no,
'u're off the pay roll onto the non. fot
IN roil-your shanty in the woods, .
ur meals at the camp kitchen, your on
'thing and tobacco that l send ont eoi
you. Neither more nor less" q
who will We pit in ma placer" wi,
Il don't know. However. II WON'T q
difficult task to find a better man of
IN you"
IN nae let him work" McTavisb,s tba
zee deepened to growl. ond
You worked that racket on NV 70. t,,,,
r. Try it on me, and your answer n
me-personally. Lay the weight of tho
II finger on your successor. Mac oot
you'll die in the county poor farm 60,
threats, old mani You know tba 80,
they never bluff." 5o,.
fcTavish's glance met the Youthful ess.
ster's for several seconds; then tho Az tso
DDS boss trembled, and his gage s,.,e
ght the Office floor. Bryce knew r. :
had his man whipped at last and dros
lavish realized it. too. for quite .N
denly he burst into tears. a,5
Dinna fire me, lad" he pleaded. sc
gaze back on the job an leave CONS
lsky alone" 80
Nothing doing, Mac. Leave whisky wbs
lie for year and I'll discharge ana