Los Angeles herald., 1908-03-01

MT. Odrey Snlleu.
Il see you do" he said, "and think 1t Is
your proper vocation"
One afternoon, the third day of his new
work, Mr.. Carey sent him with verbal
message to the managing editor. !,
The gentleman was not In his room, anu
Rob reported
II think he's up in the composlng-roon.
Won't you please step up and see? You're
younger and spryer than / am; or you can
call through the tube"
Rob had not been in the composing-room
since his unceremonous dismissal, less than
two weeks before, and his heart beat
trihe faster as he assembled the narrow starr
way.
He opened the door and stepped into the
familiar room. Some distance away he saw
the managing editor talking with MIR. Arnold
while Charlie was working near the SINK
Before he had time to speak to Charlie =
rough voice addressed him, and heavy manu-
cutched him by the throat.
Instinctvely, even before be saw his as
| sailants evil face, he knew that he was In
the grasp Of Sam Arnold. -,
Didn't tell you I'd be even with your
Towled Sam, who had been loailng arounu
the composing room as he forced Rob against
| the wall, and shook the boy savagely:
Rob struggled to free himself: The grip
| on his throat was like wise, and preventee
all outcry, though he made desperate d-
fort against the fearful odds that assailed HIM,
and struck Sam such blow in the face that
Sam loosened hold and stepped back mo-
| ment.
But it was only for moment. Then the
| attack was resumed with greater, ferocity.
Sam had lost all prudence from the effects
of the blow he had received, and determined
that his victim should suffer for daring 70
strike him.
He rained shower of blows upon Rob,
which the boy was wholly unable to with
stand, though he struggled nanfully. Quite
a number, attracted by the noise of the un-
equal combat, ran to the spot, among them
the managing editor and Mr.. Arnold.
Hold on, SAM" cried Mr.. Arnold, grasp
ing his brother by the shoulder. and pulling
back, while Rob, who had been forced to
the floor in the contest, arose painting and
breathless.
"l1l learn him to come sneaking around
herel shouted Sam, blind with passion III
pound him till he can't see!"
"Who is this young. ruffan?' asked the
managing editor, looking sterny at Sam,
while Rob Strengthened his disarranged col
lar, and bathed his heated face at the sink;
"He's my brother" replied Mr.; Arnold,
seemingly not very proud Of the relationship
Just as that moment
"And what business has he assaultlng peo-
ple?'' asked the editor.
'sHe works here nights" responded Mr..
Arnold. "And this boy pointing to Rob,
Il discharged week or so ago. He dumped
galley Of matter on the floor just at the lass
moment. / have forbidden him coming here.
rs that any excuse for numbering him!'
said the MANAGING editor. "Now this precious
brother of yours must be discharged mme-
diately. The Recorder office viii not harbor
such villains as that He is more fit to grace
penitentiary."
II think can employ what help please"
answered Mr.. Arnold with faint assump-
tion of dignity.
''Ths fellow cannot work here" repeated
the managing editor, with considerable show
of temper, as his eyes fell on the bruised face
of Rob, while Sam stood with limp arms
hanging by his side "Mr. Rand will be back
shortly, and your brief authority will be at
an end?"
Sam felt that his days were numbered, and
was so informed by his brother, after the
editor and Rob had left the room.
"I wonder why he takes such an interest
in that Young rascal?" said Mr.. Arnold
81 can tell you" replied Charlie. II think
he's working in Me reporters room. saw
him there yesterday"
ssWhy didn't you tell me?" asked Sam,
whimperingly. His clustering courage had
all departed.
'I didn't consider it of any moment to
you" said Charlie, who was secretly pleased
at the discontinue of Sam.
For the next few weeks Rob's life was very
pleasant. He plunged into his work with all
the ardor and avidity Of youth. What he
lacked in experience he more than made up
in application and native genius.
Mr.. Wayne, the portly man who had shar-
ed the sinking steamer with him. praised
him at every meeting, and patted him upon
the head.
Scarcely fire OF an accident occurred but
Rob would be on the spot first of all, and
would pick up scraps of news where an older,
less active brain would have passed unheeding
by
Still he could learn nothing of the where
abouts of Reddy White. He had found the
tugboat, and made inquiries of the captain.
II don't know where Reddy is" answered
the captain, taking the black pipe from his
mouth, which he seemed to smoke at all
times. "He left me jest after that accident
down the barbor He got am offer of more
pay, think"
Rob had half mind to write home, but
he kent On honino to hear from Reddx and