The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1906-08-09
The Manager Of
the B. ( A.
By VAUGHAN KEsTER
Copyright, 1901, by Harper & Brothers

+ Copyright. 1901, by Harper & Brothers
much admired Miss foppleton. FROM
the crown of her small dark head, with
its tightly braided ''pigtails," down to
her trim little foot he had esteemed
her as wholly adorable; but. after all,
his affair of the heart had been an af-
fair of the winter only. With the COM
ing of summer he had found more Sc
learning to swim and to chew tobacco.
The mastering of these accomplish
ments pretty we'll. occupied his time.
Say" he repeated, got another?'
Still Clarence blinked at the fierce
sunlight which danced on the rails and
said nothing. Spide slid skillfully down
from his perch, but his manner had I'M
dergone a change.
'Who throwed that snipe away any
how" he asked disdainfully. Clarence
turned his eyes slowly in his direction.
"Lookee here. You fellows got to.
keep out of these yards or I'll tell Nc
/ Clintock. First we know some of you
kids will be getting run over, and
then your folks will set up lively
howl. Get ON out! 1t amt no place
for little boys!"
He put the cigarette between his lips
and took deep and tantalizing pull
at it, Spide kept to his own side of the
ditch that ran between the fence and
the tracks.
HUH" with infinite scorn. "Who's
a kid? You won't be happy till I come
over there and lick your
First thing know you'll be stealing
scrap iron"'
"My gosh. The Huckleberry ID have
to stop running if swiped coupling
pin!'
Clarence had recourse to the ciga-
rette, and again Spide was consumed
with torturing jealousies. Where did
you shoot that snipe anyhow he in
quired insultingly.
Once more Clarence allowed his
glance to stray off up the tracks.
For half cent Ed come across and
do what say" added Spide, STOPPING
down to roll up his trousers leg and
then easing an unelastic "gallus" that
cut his shoulders This ELECTED short
and contemptuous grunt from Clar-
ence. He was we'll pleased with him
self He felt Spide's envy. 1t was
sweet and satisfying.
"Say" with sudden animation. You
fellers will be going around on your
uppers in a day or 50. I'll bet you'd
give heap to know what 1 known
81 wouldn't give darned cent to
retorted Clarence promptly.
Some peoples easily upset here in
the cupola," tapping his brimless cover
ing. II wouldn't want to give you
brain fever. I don't hate you bad
enough"
"Well, move on. You amt wanted
around here. 1t may get me into trou-
BILE if I'm seen fooling away my time
on you''
81 hope it will,' remarked Branyon's
boy, Augustus. with cordial ill will.
He was literally bursting with the i'm
| portance of the facts which he possess
ed, and Clarences Indifference gave
him no opening.
What will you bet there amt a
striker
II amt betting this morning. said
Clarence blandly. "but if there is one
we are ready for it. You bet the hands
won't catch us mapping We are ready
for 'em any time and all the time
This, delivered with a large air, i'm
pressed Spide exceedingly.
Have you sent for the militia
a'ready?" he asked an1iously.
"ThAt's saying" noting the effect Of
his words. 81 can't go blabbing about
telling what the roads up to, but we
are awake, and the hands will get il
in the neck if they tackle the boss
To Clarence, Oakley was the mos
august person he had ever known. BE
religiously believed his position to bt
only second in point of Importance ant
, power to that of the president Of the
; United States. He was wont to inves
him with purely imaginary attributes
and to lie about him at a great rate
among his comrades, who were ready
to credit any report touching maj
who was reputed to be able to ride OF
the cars without ticket Human
grandeur had no limits beyond this.
"There was a meeting last night.
bet you didn't know that" said Spide.
II heard something of 1t. Was you
father at the meeting, Spide?" he ask
ed, dropping his tone of hostility fol
one of gracious familiarity The urchi1
promptly crossed the ditch and stood
at his side.
: "Of course the old man was. Yo,
don't suppose he wouldn't be in it?'
) "Oh, we'll, let 'em kick. You see til,
boss is ready for 'em," remarked Clar
!, ence indifferently. He wanted to know
3 what Spide knew, but he didn't fee
that he could afford to show any spe
cial interest. Where you going-swim
$ ming?" he added.
. "Yep." But Spide was not ready t,
: drop the fascinating subject of tn,
S strike. He wished to astonish Clarence
who was altogether too knowing
1.-THE meeting was in the room owe