Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1906-10-04

prUC0eu Will Lu0 pldnS aS soon as III
train comes In. That's the whist
now. I'll put Esmond, O'Reilly an
Schultz right to work just as soon q
we can get our measurements"
There was very little sleep In tn
luxurious Iolanthe that night. Earl
in the morning Iris arose and wen
out to find her father amid littl
group Of men. There stood Smell
O'Reilly, Schultz, Esmond and anothe
man, the sight Of whose face, under tn
glare of the big reflector, made he
pause.
"Archie Jennings! What in tn
world is he doing here?"
She had not seen Archie for tire,
whole years-years in which he hat
been dead and buried to her. But sht
had known him well enough at Stan.
ford, where they had been to many q
frat" dance together.
In fact, there had been time when
there had been sort Of understand,
ing between them. He had begun an
engineering course at college. She had
been enthusiastic over his chances in
life. Well she remembered how he
had gone over all his plans with her
very studious little coed She re-
membered how hard he had struggled
with the terrible physics, and how,
finally, near the close OF the freshman
year, the awful "math" had made him
funk out" He had told her, after the
tragedy, that he was going to study
engineering alone, to get all the expert
euce he could-that the self-taught
men were the most practical engineers
after all.
He had been all very well as q work
ing college man. but as a "flunk-out"
her ambition, honestly inherited from
her pushing, driving father. would not
permit her to accept him. And now a.
be stood there, a mere inferior, listen
Ing to the words Of his chief and OF
the consulting engineer, she was mot
aware of any revival OF that old inter
st But she Guild not restrain the
impulse Of q bow and few conveA
ional words Of recognition.
Immediately after, Iris and her faith.
" went over to the Iolanthe and Bul- |
or fumed away. the desperate hours,
ouching his bell every few minutes
md demanding a fresh cigar from
Ntshima. After luncheon he marched
ris of with him to the engineers car,
ooking fretfully at the great un-
ridged chasm as he went and wineing
I the sight Of large gang of idle
Forkmen.
She heard her father say in tones
'hich she knew were forcedly calm:
We'll, it's k>ur o'clock, Mr. Smell,
nd l don't see no signs o. your bridge.
here amt timber in place. You
now 1t was to be all done by to-
light. That would be-say, four
ours"
I'm, we're working right along" she /
lard Smell say. take a seat, sir.
ere is the design, Mr.. Butler. OF
'urse it's only makeshift structure,
1t a piece Of professional bridge ar !
litecture, by any means"
Two minutes Of ominous, eloquent :
lence, and then the cloudburst.
Look here. Mr.. SMELL" her father
AIRED out at last, ''you haven't caught
to my idea from the first! ask you :
: bridge. and you give me a blue
int Feu're good enough at flggers, Z
t Il sint figgers that l want !
INT 10 see the trains runnin' over 9
It canyon before dark tonight" =
Now look here, everybody. want y
know II there's q man in this car
It can jump up. grab his hat, and 90 = !.
ut out and build that there bridge =
tomorrow morning. Thereis 800 y
n a-ssttin' over there on them Eat
. a-doin' nothin'. an thereu BE- q
% more here from the mont in an o.
II an halt Now. who's TIE @
mr. ID
'or a moment no one stirred. Then y
N the farther end Of the car Arch ~
Iningl' thin. bronssd face and keen ~
3 bent forward A pencil Of sun
Il strealsd across his square, mas :.
aal chin and his prominent nose ~ =
~ and mid dslsrminsdiy: =