The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1903-01-13


driven by the coarse shouts of the
foreman 1t was an animated scene.
and we watched it interestedly for
some minutes.
Anders grasped my arm. Look
there!" he excitedly whispered. l
looked to where he pointed, and saw
Feathers, stripped to his undershirt,
trunding big truck before him. 1t
was loaded with cases of canned sal
mon. and our friend fairly staggered
along under its weight. Heavens, how
thin and drawn he looked in the damp.
raw night. under the white glare Of
the suffering arc lightsl
| turned to Anders His eyes were
swimming, and on his face was look
of abject shame and apology. From be-
hind mountain of cased salmon. we
watched Feathers hurry back and
forth with his burdens, but none OF us
had voice for speech. Feathers had
passed us with load, when suddenly
he dropped the handles of his truck,
swayed moment. and went smashing
to the floor. Anders sprang to him,
anu thV HUI tlOWutu uDOuts hhuCio
was down on his knees with Feathers
head in his arms.
Dear old Feathers" l heard him
say. you are the bravest and best of
us ALL"
The foreman of the stevedores
pushed his way in and looked at the
PROSTATE and whitefaced Feathers.
That man." he said, roughly but
kindly, isn't fit to work. He is more
than half starved. Look at his ribs!
They stick out like the hoops on a
barrel. He ought to be in hospital,
right now. Are you friend of his?"
YES" replied Anders, 81 am
friend Of hist" The fight was coming
into his eyes. Here, Dickens, you
and the baron get Feathers home and
put him in my bed. Warm him and
soup him and take good care of him.
or I'll break every bone in your
bodies
The foreman sent us home on
truck, for we had not the money to
hire cab. The last we saw OF An
ders he was wheeling pile OF salmon.
higher than his head, across the pier
on the truck that had been abandoned
| by Feathers.
with the foreman, who was good
natured fellow, to allow us to work
on alternate nights on the wharf,
| Anders, the baron, and |. 1t was tear
| ing work. The baron vowed he would
die OF it. His pretty pink palms were
so blistered and sore that he had to
| give up the either, but he did not
complain. When we were not trucking.
we took care of Feathers, and surely
no other man ever had such rough
but well-meant care. There was a
chicken for him every day out Of our
income of one dollar and twenty-five
cents,-this meant soup. And all the
while we were thinking hard about
him.
One day Anders, the baron, and I.
met on the pier, and, as we looked into
one another's eyes, we discovered that
we were all thinking of the same
thing.
Il tell you what it is" said Anders,
at length, Feathers is better man
than any of the rest. While we were
looking for work Feathers made it..
And there he was working himself to
death to support a lot of softheaded,
soft-handed loafers. Oh, | know ! was
as bad of the rest of you! 1t did not
occur to me that there could be any
work for me except surveying or tigur-
ing or drawing. But now | am going
to work. DO you know what the trou-
BILE was with us? We were always
looking for something easy.-some'
thing in our particular line, and to our
liking. We would have been starving
yet II 1t had not been for Feathers. He
wasn't going about In Office buildings.
looking for berth as second mate or
purser on an ocean steamship, because
he knew they do not keep such posi-
lions at disposal there. He couldn't
get what he liked, so he took what he
could get Feathers has put life and
backbone into me. I'm going to work,
If | have to go into a ditch for it,
but I'm going to work"
"Amen, said |.
Now" said Anders, that man
Feathers, by his pluck, first in taking
such hard work, and then in sticking
to it, has set us an example that will
not be easy to follow; and while
thank him for 1t, am not going to be
beaten. What do you think? The
foreman has promised me job driving
a dray."
The baron moaned What can
do?" he asked,-"l am so soft | dc
not know how to work. The foreman
told me to get out, saying that | was
in the way"
go and see the German consul Get
into communication with your family
You have a place to I'LL at home and
a title to maintain, as well as a mother
to make glad that you are her son,
answered Anders.
| was working at the dock. the fol
lowing day, when the Empress o.