The labor argus. [volume] (Charleston, W. Va.) 1906-1915, 1906-09-13

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No" she reJo:ned. absently. She
was scanning the group OF steel han
| dlers in the hope that a young man
in billy-cock nat and with a cigar
cite between his lips would shortly
| reveal himself.
She found him after time and
turned quickly to her cousin.
There is Mr.. Adams down there by
the engine. Do you think he would
come over and speak to us II he knew
we were here?"
The Reverend Billy's smile was of
honest admiration.
"How could you doubt it? Wait
| here a minute and I'll call him for
you"
He was gone before she could reply
across the ice bridge spanning one
| of the pools, and up the rough, frozen
| embankment OF the new line. There
were armed guards here, too, as well
rs at the front, aud one of them halted
him at the picket line. But Adams
saw and recognized him, and present.
| ly the two were crossing to where Vir-
| ginia stood waiting.
"Eheu, what little world we live
! in, Miss Virginia, Who would have
LHpiSll VI you mere SiiN
the technologiau. taking her hand at
the precise elevation prescribed by
| good form-BoSton good form.
THE shock is mutual she laughed.
Il must say that you and Mr.. Winton
have chosen a highly unconventional
environment for your sketching field"
I'm down." he admitted, cheerfuly;
please don't trample on me. But
really, it wasn't all fib. Jack does do
things with a pcncil-othcr things be-
sides maps and working prohles, |
| mean. Won't you come over and let
me do the honors of the studio?" with
gTandiloquent arm-sweep meant to
include the construction camp in gem
eral and the "dinkcy" caboose in par
ticular.
1t was the invitation she would have
angled for, but she was too wise to
assent too readily.
"Oh, no; | think we mustn't. I'm
afraid Mr.. Winton might not like it,"
Not like it? If you'll come he'll
never forgive himself for not being
here to Shoot up the camp for you in
person. He is away, you know; gone
to Carbonate for the day
Ought we to so, Cousin Billy?" she
asked. shifting, not the decision. but
the responsibility for it, to broader
shoulders.
why not, if you care to?" said the
athlete, to whom right-of-way fights
were mere matters of business in no
wise conflicting with the social amcli-
orations.
Virginia hestatcd. There was a
thing to be said to Mr.. Adams, and
that without delay; but how could she
say it with her cousin standing by to
make an impossible trio out of any
attempted duet confidcntiaI? A will
ingncss to see that Winton had fair
play need not carry with it an open
desertion to the enemy. She must not
forget to be loyal to her salt: and.
besides, Mr.. Somervillc Darrah's right
cous Indignation was not lightly to be
ignored.
But the upshot of the hesitant pause
was decision to brave the conse-
quenccs-all of them; SO she took
Ca!verts arm for the slippery crossing
of the ice bridge.
Once on his own domain, Adams did
the honors of the camp as thorough
ly and conscientiously as if the hour
held no care heavier than the enter
tainment of Miss Virginia Carteret.
lie explained the system under which
the material was kept moving forward
to the ever-advancing front; let her
watch the rhythmic swing and slide
OF the rails from the car to the bench
es; took her up into the cab of the big
"octopod" locomotive; gave her
chance to peep into the camp kitchen
car; and concluded by handing her up
the steps Of the "dinkey"
"Oh. how comfort n Iler" Sba nv