HOW ONE MAN CAME TO WRECK 



yesterday. And then there is the freight off 

 and the commission sixty -three cents here.'* 



"I don't see how I can take that," said 

 Evans. "It won't pay me for the seed and 

 hired labor." 



"Well, the Creusa people have an elevator 

 over at Cowgill. You might see what you 

 can do over there." 



Fifteen miles away that was. Evans said 

 he saw he was in the trap and concluded he 

 might as well surrender. 



"But it will be three pounds off for dock- 

 age," said the elevator man. 



"Rot!" said Evans. "There ain't three 

 pounds of dirt in the whole load." 



: 'Take it or leave it," said the elevator man, 

 "but you'll have to be quick. I see three 

 other loads coming." 



So the wheat went upon the scales to be 

 weighed and the next shock Evans received 

 was when the weighing ticket was handed to 

 him. It showed the load to be seven bushels 

 short of his own figures. 



The next load he took on a venture to 

 Brownsville, where the Creusa Elevator 

 loomed large across the prairie, and was like- 

 wise by name expressly dedicated to the farm- 

 ers. And here the suave manager attempted 

 to grade the wheat as Rejected and allowed 

 himself as a concession to accept it as No. 4, 

 with three pounds off for dockage. 



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