The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1907-02-09

The Harrington merger was an as
sured fact!
The man who had started at the head
of a repair gang on an Unheralded noun
tain railway leaned back in his leather
and mahogany chair and with hands
folded on a rather cadaverous chest sat
staring at an engraving Of George Wash
ington-
Lets see: seems to me I read some
where that in his day Washington was
pretty well muck-raked-and now they
call him the country's greatest patriot.
Father and al! that sort of thing. /
suppose the papers are grueling me
some. but they may see things differently
some day I'm going to do some things
the other fellows haven't thought Of
wonder how the boys would Ike 10 hold
some stock in this concern. from the
train dispatcher 20 the brakeman I'm
going 70 try out the cooperative scheme
anyhoW-and steer clear of strikes
he shifted In his chair as the door
opened very gently and d red-cheeked lad
slipped into his place behind mahogany
table near the door.
Afternoon papers come yet, Terry
inquired the magnate.
Yes. sir" replied the boy, rising me-
chanicaHy and approaching the big desk
with a bundle Of newspapers. Harring-
ton chuckled. The bundle was smaller
than usual and only the conservative
papers. friends Of the money powers,
We're in the roll
about me. en-? Bring it along. Terry.
can stand it # you can"
Terry was a privileged character IN
Harrington's office He probably knew
more Of the inside workings Of the great
mans system than all his private seCre-
taries and confidential clerks combined.
But woe unto any one who tried to pump
the boy. There were reasons. not essen
tial to this story, why Terry enjoyed
these privileges. On his side there was
deep debt of gratitude; on his en-
ployers side a peculiar confidence that
/ had never been violated. The boy. with
/ "a gesture Of wrath, flung down three
papers. the red headlines on their front
pages setting forth in more or less pic
turesque language just what the mighty
Harrington could do TO the country
through his powerful merger.
| Harrington read them through with
gurgles and chuckles and Terry watched
him wonderingly from his corner by the
square mahogany table.
/ Suddenly Harrington stopped chuckling
and laid aside a particularly lurid sheet
! YOUNG MORTON BADLY SQUEEZED N
THE HARRINGTON MERGER.
1T is rumored that the ruin Of young
Morton is due entirely TO a social feud-
ran the story. Had Mrs. Harrington had
the entree to the exclusive Morton home
/ perhaps
/ Harrington laid down the paper.
Why had he squeezed young Morton
/ simply because the nervy young fellow
/ had sided with the opposition and had
/ stood in Harriugton's way. And Har
ringtOn had moved down ruthlessIy any
one who blocked the triumphant compile
ton of his merger. There was TO time I,
pick and choose who should be spared
and who should be wrecked Yet he re
membered now with pride-at his owl
final trlumph-the splendid fight young
Morton had put up.
Why hadn't that fool reporter come an,
asked him why Morton had beer
squeezed? To be sure. for the past tire,
months reporters had been unweIcome a
his Offices but now it was different Har
rington was ready to falkland that silly
| story about social feuds made him tired
In fact, he showed that he was tiret
in more ways than one. He leaned bacl
/ in his chair and closed his eyes.
What had social matters to do with hi.
| triumph?
Nothing, In his great white palace over
/ looking Central Park there was neithe
daughter nor son to plunge into a socia
campaign backed by his newly acquire,
position And his wife was forever run
ming away from the white palace an,
visiting old friends in the far West
! whom. his shrewd sense told him, sh,
should have dropped long ago.
Society? Position? Popularity? VIVA
were these to him? Nothing! All h
wanted was power, accomplishment
achievement, the intoxicating sense o
mounting higher and higher above mel
| any children--if his wife had cared 70
/ social supremacy. perhaps
| I'm going to lie down a few minutes
Terry. Don't let any one disturb me; an,
cut of the telephone" he said, and threw
| himself on the inviting leather couch.
Terry, from his post by the door, glare,
| impotently.
1T was them darned newspapers, roast
ing the tar out OF him." thought Terry
THE next reporter that comes here get
1t good and plenty from me"
The great mans eyes closed YEARLY
and the watchful Terry relaxed Tn
beautiful room in its soft mahogany col
OTings was quiet Very carefully. TER,
opened the drawer of his table and drew
out a white envelope with an embosse,
frame on its surface. After. removing It
contents. he selected new pen, square,
himself TO the table and began opera
tons. Just then the big mans left ey
opened a mere slit and then both eve
opened widely Terry, the wonderful lit
tie human machine that never missed
cog. seemed to be writhing in agony. Hi
eyes were staring and his whole face con
torted as he printed one letter after an
other on the great white envelope. Thi
task completed. he picked up the valentino
and studied it with narrowing, critica
eyes. Perhaps he ought to have takei