The Bozeman courier. (Bozeman, Mont.) 1919-1954, 1926-01-15

could be fluent enough on occasion, but
not when dealing with his intimactes Of
his wi life, Of these he had ever made a
nervous approach. Out Of the tangle, how
ever, there clearly emerged those tr1 able
some twinR, disappointment and apprehen-
sion.
"Things aren't turning out as I'd plan
ned" That was the text Of the indictment
he was now trying to frame.
Il can't go on, lad" he protested. "NOt
as we are doing. We've got to have it
out, thee and me. I'm filled WI fear. All
I've got is thine, and l can see thee playing
ducks and brakes w t."
All he had. Now he had got his cue,
hesitation vanished; he became rudely elO-
quent. For the first time Roger ClOugh
heard from his fathers lips a declaration
of the place he held In his fathers life, the
evolution Of his fathers ambitions. Saw
himself upreared on the pedestal Of an
idol, and also conceived q vague suspicion
that he was little more than q tool, the
medium to some indefinite end. But he
failed to take the situation quite seriOusly.
: treated the man and his dream as lightly
as he dealt with most OF life's affairs.
20, you're at it again." he petuiantly re-
torted. What is 1t you want?" And he
glanced at his watch.
1t was an unfortunate stroke, one that
Stephen ClOugh OVerweighted with signi-
ficance.
Gay, that's it," he snapped. 1.-THE time.
Mebbe that not too late for that sport, but
I've not begun yet. What do l want2 !
want thee to carry on when I'm gOne-tO
oENE AAND my DANg1s 4 want NAGG ~ 0U4A
out the things Of life and put them in their
proper places-the things that matter
most.
There was a time when I fancied thee
growing up into a better man than tina
father has ever had any chance Of being,
but I'm dOuhting now that there's not
much likelihood Of that, though say il
myself. Signs are none too good. You see
lad, I've got one big principle In business
the principle OF p~utting-in. I've put my
self into it, my time, my money. In
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my soul. That's my way. Thine is all FOL
taking out. You shine at sp~endiRg-and
it won't dot won't do. 1t can only enc
one way"
The man was deeply moved. He was alsC
intensely discouraged. But all his emo
tiOnal disturbance was lost. Roger ClOugl
refused to be impressed. His face wa:
positively mulish in it's cast; he mad
no attempt to disguise the rebellion il
his heart, nor yet to conquer it.
What a fuss you're making over moth
ing" he protested. where's the good o
it alp Things are all right. What ar,
the managers fOrI Everybody knows Their
isn't a better organized concern in Lanca
shire than ours. 1t would run itself j
you'd leave 1t alone q bit more. Wh.
should / be ted down? You'd make
galley slave of me. That's what you'd do
a galley slave"
I'd do nothing Of the sort" stephel
Cl0ugh flashed back. ITS me that's I'll
galley slave. AS for thee, I want thee t
have thy play Of it, heaps and heaps, bu
only in its proper place-at the end O
the days work. It's bad enough to hav
slackers among the factory folk, but m
own son! Sitha, If I'd a workman lik
thee I'd sack him."
With a gesture Of impotence b
finished.
- I'm bother no more. It's like hammer
ing a rock, beating wind. Look here,
want a plain answer to a plain question
1 want thee in tn mill a bit more, to g,
in touch wi tn wOrkpeople-they'Te wort
~ ito go on Change, to learn all abOl
e buying and selling, to fit myself to carr
on my work when I'm gone. I've put OF
mills in tn first r9nk-I want them keel
ing there. Win tina do it2"
For a moment the words OF a flat r
fusal danced on Roger Coughs lips, bI
in the end he tempOrized. Assured b