Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1904-06-30

in the world. But he had seen her,
and her memory haunted him, just as
his haunted her. Not once, but fifty
times a day. he found himself standing
stock still and forgetful of everything
around him, recalling her face. with
it's large, lustrous eyes. He was al
ways thinking of her, the one woman
who had touched his heart, and made
life sweetly bitter to him.
But no one guessed what was going
on in the mind of the young manager.
His figure was erect, his eye bright
and flashing, and his voice clear and
sharp. Although he had only been a
fortnight in the quarry, the men had
grown to respect and like him--all but
one.
Mr.. Wood was easy going and some
what lax. but Clifford Raven was.
though not unjustly so, strict and
somewhat exacting. There would be
no Sinking in the future in Woods
quarry, and, though the men rather
grumbled at first, they grew reconciled
to his rule. and liked him.
They were not at all bad set of
men as a whole. but as there is always
one black sheep in every flock, there
was black sheep in Woods quarry.
He was one of the younger men, fine
speciment of humanity, tall and slim,
with dark face and black eyes that
seemed to hint of gypsy blood; indeed,
he was as often as not called
"Frenchy" Vyse.
This man had regarded Clifford's
advent and sudden appointment as
manager with anything but a favor
able eye, and has withstood all
Clifford's attempts to be friendly. He
was a good workman-when he chose;
but, unfortunately, he was too fond of
the bottle, and once or twice Clifford
had found him lying asleep in one of
the out-of-theway hooks and crevices
of the place when he should have
been at work.
On these occasions Clifford had
spoken sharply and distinctly, and of
course, Frenchy Vyse had hated him
for it, But there was another reason
for his dislike. Though he was only
laborer like the rest, Vyse had cast
longing eye upon Nellie, and he had
been near the spot from which Clifford
had rescued her, and witnessed all
that had subsequently passed between
them.
He had seen the looks of gratitude
and admiration which Nellie had cast
upon her preserver, though Clifford
had not, and Frenchy Vyse had not
been able to forget them. They
ranked in his sullen jealous heart,
like poisoned arrows. and so it came
to pass that Clifford had an enemy al
ready made in Woods quarry.
Wherever he went. Vyse's dark eyes
followed him with sullen vindictive,
heard to mutter something that
sounded like threats against the man
who had come from nobody knew
where to play the slave-drive over
honest workin' mem"
This morning Clifford had his mind
too occupied even to think of Kate for
a larger order for stone had come in
the day before, which was wanted in a
hurry, and extra men had been put on,
and all were to work overtime.
He had been hard at work himself
since dawn, and was now going the
rounds to see what quantity of stone
had been quarried.
With his quick bright, glance he
leaped from rock to rock, measuring
the heaps mentally, exchanging a
word with the men now and again.
Suddenly he seemed to miss one OF
them, and looking around, asked the
foreman who was near him:
Where is Vyse?"
Il don't know, sir. Haven't seen
him for this last hour. Anybody seen
Frenchy Vyse?"
The men who were within hearing
rested on their picks and shook their
heads, and one or two smiled as they
resumed their work
Darn that Vyse,' said the foreman.
He's always sulking. Good workman,
too. sir, when he likes. | expect he's
on the drink agen.''
Il can't stand that at any time,
said Clifford, quietly. but loud enough
for the others to hear; certainly not
now, when we are all pressed for time.
have given my word that the order
shall be executed in time. You all
Know that, and you know that | have
arranged that you shall have extra
pay"
Aye. aye, sir; that's So" said the
men. in their stolid fashion. you'll
find vyse in the east working, sir,
one man added in lower tone.
Clifford turned away without another
wori, and went TO the east working.
and there. wrapped in peaceful slum-
Der. with an empty bottle by his side,
lay the missing man.
Clifford had been used to drunken
miners. and knew how to deal with
this gentleman. He stirred him UP
with his foot, and did not waste his
breath in words until the man reused
completely and sat up, staring at the
rude dispeller of his dreams with
halfaudible oath
''EvSp If I wara Won I Sbpuld he