The San Francisco call., 1908-11-15

eyed goddess OF reform had evidently
landed on that coast. too. Donahue's
Hungarians were singing war songs
around their camp fire, as usual, and
Contadini's Tuscans were out in full
force, guying the night shift track
layers. But there was no bad blood
and no whisky to breed it. You're
done UP again, Stuart"
81 don't see that" said Ford, who
besides being short on sleep was re-
joicing in the thought that Alicia and
the other women of the private car
party would not. have to be blind and
deaf
Don't you? You've been protesting
to beat the band about the lawlessness
and dissipation of the MacMorrogh
camps. Accordingly, Mr.. Colbrith comes
over here to see for himself; and what
will he see? Decency on a monument
smiling reproachfu1ly at her unprinci-
pied traducer. MacMorrogh will rub II
into you good and hard Can't you fee
the Sunday school atmosphere right
here in the headquarters this morning
Look down yonder at the Nadia
wouldn't that sooth you, now?'
Ford looked and the scowl which was
coming to be a habit transformed itself
into a cynical smile. A hundred OF
more of the MacMorrogh laborers. hats
off and standing at respectful atten-
ton, were clustered about the rear
platform of the private car and Mr.
Colbrith was addressing them; giving
them the presidential benediction, as
Frisbie put it irreverently
Don't you see how you are going
to be hoisted with your own ammuni-
tion?" the little man went on spite
fully. What becomes of all your com
plants of drunkenness and crime when
AF~ (NNIt Ia y,
what truly good people the MacMor-
roghs are? And what conclusion will
he arrive at? There's only one, and it's
a long armed one so far as your repu-
tation Is concerned: you are SO desper-
ately bent on having your own way
that you haven't scrupled to tell lies
about these angelic contractors"
Let up, Dick" said Ford grufflv
i've got about all I can carry till
catch up on sleep a little. But you're
right; this is the place where the fire
light the fuses while I'm keyed uu
to it,
The crowd of laborers had dispersed
by the time Ford reached the Nadia
and the president, benign from the re-
dictionary effect OF his own early morn
ing eloquence. was waiting for him.
"Ah; we did reach the front safely
after all, didn't we, Mr.. Ford?" was Mr..
Colbrith's mildly sarcastic greeting.
And then: Come aboard, sir; we are
waiting breakfast for you.
Ford would have declined promptlv
if the invitation had been anything less
than a command. He had met none OF
the memoers of the private car marty
save Miss Alicia, and he did not want
to meet them, having the true captain
of industry's horror of mixing business
with the social diversions. But with
one example of the presidents obsti-
macy fresh in mind, he yielded and
climbed obedently to the rallied plat
form Whatever happened, he should
see Alicia again, privilege never to
be too lightly esteemed, whatever IT
cost.
The social ordeal was not so formid
able The private car party was made
up of the president and his sister in
law; the presidents family physician,
DR. Van Bruce, the doctors wife. his
sister, a maiden lady of no uncertain
age, and Alicia. These, with Penfeld
and Ford, made the eight at table In
the open compartment in the Nadia
and Ford, in the seating, was lucky
enough to find his place between Miss
Van Bruce, who was hard of hearing,