Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1890-12-20

as an Grand boy. He was showing his
mother the pictures in an illustrated pa
per. John Dunn had twisted himself
around to see and hear Jem. His attitude
as he looked at Jem made very disagree
able impression upon Sandy Rea, who said
to himself, "God save us! It's a living
death for poor John. This must be mend
ed some way"
John Dunn had board on his sound
knee-his mothers ironing board. The
basket at Mrs. Duun's side, and the
quality of material in her lap told the
story.
"What's the board for, Jack2" said
Sandy, cheerily. John blushed as Sandy
stopped and picked up large piece of
cheap brown wrapping paper. The paper
bore a rude drawing. Sandy scrutinized
it with critical eye.
ats altogether beyond me. What's
this-the houses?"
Johns eyes frightened "Here--ioob
at this. That's of no account" He
pointed to the board on his knee.
"Why, that's not half bad. / see-1
see. This is an end view-an' here is the
front-the face of the roll. l see now
very plainly. An what's this?n
"That's my idea. You see-here is the
furnace. The ball comes out here, is
carried through here, then on to the rolls,
and here it is on the plates.
"That's not possible. Wby-but We
have the squeezers, you must remember
an there's the heatin' furnaces. You'll
never do ii in the world, John"
sim not so sure of that. I've thought
it all out"
"But-that's something I'm thinkin
is beyond mans power to accomplish, "
said Sandy, whereupon Johns counte.
nance fell. Then Sandy Immediately re
GREETED his speech.
"Stop-Tm not so sure. can't joos
point out the shortcoming. 1t looks mair
proper there on paper. Who knows
You'll may be win thioo. My the per
severance o the boyl'
"Ho has been working on that board
these three weeks steadily" said thu
widow.
"Yes-and three months in my heat
before ever touched pencil to paper,
said John Dunn sadly.
I "'The Lord will provide, Mr.. Barne:
told US, said Sandy Rae to his wife
There's that cripple up stairs wi NJ
more color in him than piece of chalk,
fast to his chair, prying his brains on
wi inventions. The boys face was
study as he pointed out how he woult
take the iron from the furnace, and fnisl
it into bars before it cooled. If it fail
why, it'll be the death of him In
afeerd.n
1t was a question OF life and death t.
the Dunns; their future now depende,
upon the success of John Dunn's inven
ton. When he could spare time to visi
the Dunns Sandy Rea would listen i
silence while John explained his inyep
ton. Then Sandy wo1ld look at tn
/ drawing on the ironing board, stroke hi
grizzled beard and scratch his bald hea
alternately. He seemed to be in doub
at times, but one morning he electrife
the invalid and his nervous mother b
rising and striking his palms as he ex
claimed, II see it now! Work2 1t
sure to work, man. Once the iron start
in there, no power can stop it. All W
want now is mill to try it in. YOU
fortunes made, Jack.
"Heck" he exclaimed when he ez
planned to his wife the value of John
idea. There's been deal o. talk O. tn
future o the Dunns, an while this one
an that one has been plannin' an moth
in came of it, here is Gods goodnes
shinin' throo bit O. brown paper on hi
mothers ironing board +"
but" said his wife anxiously, 'sar
you quite sure his plan is rightl There
many fine thing on paper, but when
comes to the work.
"Workl Huts All the fools II b
sayin' now, why didn't some one thin
o that long agol" I'll din the ears o IL
owners till they give it trial.
. All he was as good as his word