Evening star., 1923-06-10

all other expedients had been ex-
hausted."
This stung him to anger
YOU'RE only a woman" he de-
! clared contemptuously. You're not
supposed to understand"
And I'm reluctantly compelled TO
believe that you're only a-coward.
You're not supposed to understand
either"
| Benedict arose stiffty.
| $50 you're whipped as easily as
that?" she unused. Well. / can un-
derstand now why the stockholders
| elected another man to the position
! you expected"
! 'If you were a man, Miss Farley,
| you'd apologize mighty quickly for
! that"
| The girl smiled sagely.
/ Indeed! II you're feeling so belli-
cose. why not try some of it on Mr.
Bird"
| CHE had hurt him deeply. But she
y had meant to hurt him. Intu-
| itively she felt that he required
exactly such a jolt. When he did not
reply, merely stood there with his
face averted. she arose and laid her
hand upon his arm In quite another
voice, she said
! please forgive me. l don't mean
to be-cheap. Everybody says-that
you have given up too easily"
II wish people would mind their
own business"
Mr.. Benedict-just what is the
matter: Do you really lack the
nerve? Is that it?"
Maybe it's the cowardice of wis
DOM" he returned, softened some-
what. Lack Of money makes cow
ards of the strongest men at times
rs 1t really money!"
Yes, it's money.
You mean money for your per-
| sonal expenses while fighting Bird?''
Money for attorneys, money for
the bond I'd have to give, money,
money, money at every turn of the
road ..-
She meditated. Perhaps she had
been hard on him.
"Oh WELL" she laughed, forget il
for a few hours Mr.. Benedict. Maybe
1 can think up some way to help
you"
With scarcely a goodnight. he left
her.
The situation continued without
change for some weeks. Rumors
came that affairs were going from
bad to worse in the pulp company.
Bird fought with his best fore
|
idea manager tried to do all the de-
tail work himself. with consequent
injury to the business. He lost sew
eral important contracts, and three
of the company's warehouses were
stored with pulp improperly made
! which sooner or later must be beaten
over again. . .,-
The day when most OF old Peter
Gates former employees struck at the
pulp mill June Farley sought action
by a. drastic maneuver. In an other
wise empty office she called to George
as he was going out for lunch.
well, what is it?' he asked petu-
lantly.
June opened the left-hand tor
drawer of her desk, picked up some
thing lying there. 49,
"You remember the talk we had
the evening Of Fourth Of July on my
front steps?"
"Of course, remember"
you intimated that II you had the
money to finance yourself you might
start something. Well, take this
and go to it!'
George glanced down. In her hand
were two packets of new, crisp bank
notes. Each was banded tightly with
a strip of salmon-colored paper. And
on each strip was rubber-stamped
$780,"
| Benedict gasped.
what is it? Where did you get it:
"Never mind where 1 got 1T. It's
money and 1t will help you.'
Two hundred dollars. To fight ole
Jonas Bird and secure control of the
Gates Pulp and Paper company II
would have been ludicrous-if it hae
been less pathetic.
"I-can't take your money" he saic
J huskily. What sort of chap do YOU
think I am. anyhow
That's just what I'm trying to fane
out I'm interested to know IL monsy
is really stopping you or whether