Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1902-06-16

munity from any i'll feeling toward
them, MKeon was gruff and out
spoken and used bad words and his
fist at the drop of the hat, it is true,
but he was fair and square and always
impartial in his dealings with the men
and did not haggle too much over
claims for shortage In their pay. And
he knew what was q fair days work.
Likewise lmrie, under the tutelage or
the big Scotchman, fell into the right
way from the beginning of his career
on contract work, and the kid was
called a pretty capable man at the bust
ness by the old hands. SO when a
rumor hoatod about that he was going
to quit the job it created some little
concern.
"They were sayin' somethin' bout
you gotn' to pull out. capn,' said
Kirby, the boss rigger, splitting out his
words brusQuely as he counted his
money.
Eyes: l leave the end of the week, T"
replied Ilnrie.
"rhat right? Pretty sudden, amt 1t?
I never did think you'd shake the old
man; always s'posed you was married
to him, sure. You an he amt got so
you can't hit it Off together. have your
ooh, the lads got some kind OF q
fool notion that his health will not adj
nit of his remaining longer in these
parts" said MKean, the cold man.
of the job.
cav, that's q bluff. You amt goin'
to quit McDonald?' said Kirby.
NO" said Imrie. I'm going, home
for week and then down to that
levee work below Memphis"
A short. stubby, ford person, Andy
Cusack by name, rigger by trade,
spoke up:
you sure goin' down to that river
Job, Mr.. Imrle?" he said. rs that a
fact?"
at surely is" replied Imrle, with
smile.
81 heard somethin' like that talkin'
round on the job, you know" contin-
ued Cusack, "but co'se I didn't think
1t was so. Twas Chaplin as told me.
who do you spose quittin'? says
Chaplin. Don't know says I. Who?
THE 'sistent SUPER says he. You're
q LIAR says just like that. For why
is he quittin' this job?' says l, before
It's finished, an him with a girl in
Lemont, too, an a.
"Shut up, Cusack," said Imrie sharp
~.
"All right. sir" promptly replied the
little man very businesslike, as though
he was obeying an order to make a
line fast or go up on top Of derrick.
M'Kean emitted chuckle that came
from away down in the cavernous
depths of his throat and winked at
Kirby. The bookkeeper grinned and
took time to wipe the perspiration
from his brow. while Imrie tried to
look severe, but across his face sped
momentary shadow Of pain, as if
sad memory had been recalled.
One after the other most Of the old
hands Intercepted the young man on
the why and the wherefore of his pro-
spective movement and added in crude
and inelegant terms. solemnly and with
respect or Familiarity, like Kirby, for 1t
was pay night, an expression Of their
surprise and regret and q hope that
they would meet on some other job Of
the company's. Stewart Brough stone
setter, stumbled around on his fat feet,
getting his long and skinny body in the
way Of the file Of men while this was
going on, and finally grasped Imrie's
hand in his own mortar crusted paw.
He shook it heavily and tapped the SUI
perintendent's coat with the end Of his
bony finger while he said: "Weel, guild
luck to We, lad, and mind what Alive