Arizona republican., 1906-11-05

old-timer at Wharton: Don't you
think so, Mr. Uk?"
He is that" agreed the latter. "A
fine fellow indeed" To Manning he
added: Sorry Mg. you and he didn't
seem to hit it of together"
But Manning pretended not to be
listening. To hear his tormentor prais- /
ed, and by the girl. he-by his little
friend, was in his present mood. more
| than CALLING. The fellow had deserved /
thrashing, as it was but now. in ad-
dition to his insulting remarks. he had /
I snealIed away at mild threat of per
sonal chastisement Thus he was not
only a BLACKBOARD. but a coward as
wen. And he should have the licking.
sneak where he would.
Manning asked for three days leave /
This time no formality was neglected !
The plan was to devote q day to
settlement with Quincy: the other two /
TO more agreeable journey. At the /
station he looked wistfully in the di- :
| rection of Okisl1o. and for a moment !
/ the Washington trip wabbled badly /
/ Then he remembered OliskO's praise Of .
| Quincy, also Quincy's burning words {
His cheek flushed. What would she /
think of him, if he went to see her be- I
fore having purged himself of the in (
suits that had been heaped upon him +
He set his face toward Washington /
on the train he met up with one of the
conductors of the old Sanford run.
Briefly. he cOnfded the object of his
trip.
tom QUINCY" yelled the ticket
puncher I know Tom well. And are
You going all the way to Washington
to tan his hide?"
Going to try" said Manning dog
gedly.
The conductor laughed. pretty much
as the chief back at Warwick had
| laughed.
do you know QUINCY" he walled.
mo. But he'll know me before I'm
/ done with him"
My dear boy" said the conductor.
/ with tears Of laughter. "you-you'd bet
ter get back to Warwick. Quincy
would simply eat you alive
"Oh, 1 don't know" loftily. I'm a
hundred and sixty pounds to the good
But have you ever seen him?"
Manning shook his head. and the con-
ductor continued his ticket-punchine
/ pilgrimage, looking back now and then
and shaking with laughter.
Quincy had just finished a stiff DAYS
work when Manning found his way to
the Press room. He inquired for
/ Quincy.
Come in, an I'll look i'm up" said
the sqHnt-eyed Office boy who answer
ed his ring.
Manning sat down within earshot of
a wire buzzing with foreign news His
/ opinion of Quincys ability underwent
| a change. He realized that ii must in
/ deed take one of the finest to catch
such stuff and lick it into shape for
| public reading. The boy returned
/ He's in the washFOom, gettin' the hay
| seeds outen his hair" he volunteered.
Manning kicked open the wash room
door and beheld a young giant punched
over a basin, snorting into double hand
fuls of water. "Is this Mr.. Quincy,
| late of judy" he demanded.
That's what" blubbered the washer
We'll I'm Manning. from Warwick.
and I've come to have it out with you
/ for your insulting remarks to me over
the wire"
You don't say" Then pitch right
in, my son; don't mind me. only let me
know when you hit me-there might be
trouble" Quincy reached for a towel
and. noting the proportions Of his
would-be punisher. he broke into a
good natured guffaw.
Manning felt little frost feathers
NlANNe'S INV il his spine dS ne measured
the physique Of the man he had come
to whip. However. it was too late to
back water then. so he peeled off his
csat when Quincy finished wiping.
Time called the big fellow pres
emily, squaring off and racing around
Manning in grotesque mimicry Of the
prize boxer. Manning struck out vic
iously. but Quincy playfully turned
aside his blows. Lets have one from
the terrible left-so, That was
beaut. Now let fly with your other
dukey. No, not that way. but So
straight one from the solar eclipsus.
Good. Try an undercut this time
That's it. But keep up your guard. or
I'll land one on your speaking trumpet,
I That's the stuff. Now let's initiate YOU
into the reality of a knockout dropi
/ And opening wide his hand Quincy
smote Manning a slap that sent him
sprawling into a corner.
In jump the big fellow was over
his victim, a look of generous feeling
in his face 4 didn't mean to do quite
that he said. Are you hurt. old man -
Then seeing Manning get quickly to
his feet, he patted him on the back
affectionately and offered him hand
with such evident good will that i'm
spite Of himself, Manning took and
shook it.
you've got the right stuff. my boy"
said Quincy paternally. only you've
one thing to learn. A mans life
work is a sacred thing. and its quality
ought to be kept as unsuIlied as
mothers love. That applies even to
ditch digging. But of brass pounding
1t should be even more true for it is
a medium of thought transmission so
subtly beautiful as TO be almost divine.
] TEf
of seeming to preach that above all
things you should keep your Morse
free from blemish."
The earnestness in the speakers face
quickly gave place to bubbIing good
humor. $50 much for the sermon" he