Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1899-01-06

rid every stick of seasoned timber in
fhe loft, every dust-coyered draught in
hhe roll cupboard, every tool, chisel and
lgouge, auger and drill, jig saw and
Asshe. The possibility that there would
gk time in his life when another
would take his place in the old
e Gtern-room bad never occurred TO
'Ah. -
"What are you studyin' about, ia
NOR asked his daughter, wringing her
"a ishcloth, and fitting the pan into the
\ ink. "You amt gettin' tired O. doin'
hothin' a'ready?''
oh nothin', nothin'," he replied, fret
Inlly. II amt studyin' about nothin in
Particular. Where d'you put the pa
err"
lie took the breakfast-stained sheets
4bat she gave him, and, sliding his
& pectacles down from his bald forehead
Hb his nose, tried TO read. Usually he
had taken keen delight in looking over
5fhe news; the only trouble was that
nc seldom had time 10 read all he want
IA to- But this morning he seemed un-
'hble to interest himself He felt that
rhere was plenty of time to go through
ahe whole thing from the first front
.Eage headline TO the last advertisement,
|And there was no JOY init. His thoughts
MOULD stray away from the peace com
mission and the Philippines every few
|tninutes and go wandering off to the
4oundry. His daughter had gone up
*tairs, and strange sort of silence
bad come over the place. through which
be could hear the high-pitched voices
|of the peddlers crying their wares IN
|Ihe street and the ticking of the walnut
taked clock on the mantel shelf. The
Neck, as he looked at it, struck nine,
hid as he counted the slow strokes he
Mas filled with vague, undefinable APP
Nine O'Clock, and here he
e as sitting in rocking chair at home
nd reading the paper! He wondered
f hat the time-keeper in his little Office
Box at the door thought about il
Not much, perhaps, "Old Rotfey'
remembered thar he had thought little
81 the old crew as one by one they
.|ad leftthe rambling, smoke-blackened
Mace to return no more. Langley he.
had missed most Of all, and next 20
], i,ps fsjg. Nels, who used TO tap the Gu
ltey6ut there was always the roar OF.
7Ile blast. the clank and clatter OF the
krane chains. the rumble of the cleaner
hid the tapping of the busy hammers.
He had missed neither of them, to tell
the truth, so much as the old fan belt
That was part Of the place. One foun-
dry man. molder or helper, looked and
lnbored and swore much like another,
but II was year before the new belt
Nquired the glossy blackness and the
III tapping sound OF the old ONE IL
ADJ been one of the boy Roifey's first
- to stand beside that old belt and
~ resin on il and tap ii with a
fNK TO keep it on the pulley, and it
<las with q pang of regret that he saw
stiff, creaklng new one thrown over
H. shaft and laced up while his old
blend was pitched aside in limp, uses
IS heap, He had been thrown aside
&oo Not contemptuously, however.
mere was comfort in that.
s. William -.'Old Roffey' always called
ihe boss William. as be had a good
Eight TO do, seeing that be had
held William in his arms the first time
he was ever inside OF foundry Will
Ham came to him one afternoon as he
k>as pushing a flat pattern IN and our
<nder the liz saw, and, throwing off
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