White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1927-07-01
CHAPTER ll1-Continued

CHAPTER III-Continued
"It Is all so confused and hard to
understand" Bradney said slowly. II
am not a business man in any sense.
was convicted by the univer-
sity authorities Of stealing the money
entrusted to me to build laboratory
which cost a quarter million dol
lars, Not all Of it, naturally.
think I was supposed to have
made away with something like
seventy thousand dollars. The anony-
nous donor Of hundred thousand
dollars whose gift had started the
thing had expressed wish that I
should have absolute control. 1t was
given me. A contractor showed me
how, by using inferior materials,
could make commission-that's his
term for robbery, not mine-of TWEEN
ty-five thousand. should have ex-
posed him then and there to the pres
ident, but he begged for a chance, and
1t was at period Of my life when /
was drunk with the JOY of my oppor-
tunities.. His offer was soon forgot
ten" Fleming Bradney made a ges-
ture almost of despair. Somebody
got at my papers and altered figures
and estimates until even the faculty
which wanted to believe In me, be-
lieved me guilty. would not ex-
plain. I had the hot anger that in
nocence feels when 1t is accused of
treachery to its ideals. 1t was kept
out Of the papers for the sake Of the
university, but was done with. Nat
urally fought, enlisted friends, and
even lawyers, but I had no money
saved, and 1t was useless
"What did Mr.. Milman mean by
saying the story had never been told
In it's entirety?' Floyd Malet de-
manded. He turned 10 his, host. "Is
there anything else to it?"
"a great deal MORE" said Milman.
''Recent exposes of conditions in the
building trades make it easier to I'M
derstand. The man who offered Mr..
Bradney bride to pass poor con-
struction was not acting for himself.
He was subcontractor who would
have made possibly a few hundreds
out of it. He was acting for the in
evitable man higher up who in this
case was Paul Raxon. Perhaps you
have heard Of him?"
"Not the man who downed Interna-
tional Motors?" Neeland Barnes
cried.
EYES, I know great deal about
Paul Raxon. I have followed his ca
reer with deep interest. 1t was Paul
Raxon who decreed Professor Brad
ney's fall. He was used to breaking
men who def1ed him. OF course, we
shall never get evidence Of this. The
subcontractor, whose living depended
upon Raxon's favor, would never tell.
There was one man who believed in
Professor Bradney when the inquiry
was started. This was the anony-
nous donor Of the hundred thousand
dollars"
II heard Of that" Bradney said,
land begged them to give his name
80 that I could thank him. I have
often vowed If ever it were possible to
do something for him I would, but
that's unlikely. What could I do,
who made bare LIVELIHOOD" Brad
ney surveyed his garb with scorn. "No
decent man-servant would admit me
to his masters house. look what
ana failure, and yet, God knows
not cent Of that money stuck to my
fingers. What on earth should I want
money for except for my work?'
'"This Paul Raxon,' Milman con.
tinued, "is one Of the ablest men in
New York. No decent man has q
chance when pitted against him and
his accomplices. He is not of the
usual contractor class. He began life
as an architect, but always desired
wealth, and found his profession too
slow method to gain 1t. Yes" Mil
man said In slow, meditative way
IT know great deal about him.
even subscribe to a clipping bureau
80 that may miss nothing. You will
be surprised to hear that had hin
followed for long time by private
detective"
May / ask whyT' Bradney returned
II shall tell you presently. Let nj
speak first Of the misfortunes, equal!
undeserved, which befell Mr.. Floyt
Malet." >,
The sculptor flushed. ST don't thinl
anyone but myself knows what the!
were" .s
"There Won are wrong" Milman cor
rected gently. IA dozen years ag
America discovered that Mr.. Male
was genius. Some of you may hav
!, seen the heroic figure of stonewal
Y jackson at Raleigh. That made him.
e 81 remember now" Neeland Barne
exclaimed. ."There- was some sort
Wild studio party, where woman wa
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