Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1909-12-23

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phone to cry to O'Leary. "Oh, Joe. he
amt there"."
The strength of the bleeding man
was going fast. but grim determine
ton to do the right thing kept him up.
"Find out where he is and get him"
he commanded.
The girl turned back to the phone.
and her voice frightened as she recos-
niZed the person at the other end of
the wire.
ooh. is that you, Miss Frances?" she
cried. This is Lucy Smith. Yes.
ma'am. I'm at the works. There's been
trouble here. and Mr.. Sommers must
come right away. There's something
wrong with the Sommers gun. What?
You say come up to your house,"
She looked away from the phone a
moment pitifully toward her injured
sweetheart. then turned back to the re-
ceiver in response to Frances Durant's
sharp. anxious command.
Eyes. ma'am. O'Leary made me
phone. | want to warn Mr.. Sommers.
They're trying to spoil his gun. No.
liz 1Ai. ~ III I SURE. we suspect.
Again she hesitated. looking pitifully
at her w wounded lover. How could
she leave him merely to save the lover
of the other woman? But discipline is
strong about a steel works, and Fran
ces Dulant Was the daughter of the
owner. SO poor little Lucy had no al
tentative but to obey.
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receiver. 'Ill come if you wish. III
get there in five minutes. I'll run.
Yes. ma'am, Ill ruD Goodby."
She hung up the receiver, then hur-
ried over to O'Leary. He sank forward
in his chair and rested now partly on
he desk before it. The girl put her
arms about him.
"Oh. | can't leave you if you are hurt
bad, DEAR she half sobbed.
With all the strength he could com
mand OLeary caught her arm.
Don't trouble about me. Hurry over
and do what Miss Frances tells you
and don't tell any one else"
Still the girl hesitated, but just then
Marsh entered the office from the
works.
Marsh Will take care of me- gasped
O'Leary. Hurry! Do as l told YOU
Reluctantly Lucy ran out of the office
as the head draughtsman came oyel
to the. injured man.
whats happened. O'Leary?'
The assistant foreman was almost toe
weak from the shock and loss Of blood
to reply. but he managed to gasp out
family:
Smith cracked me with a hammer
when 1 wasn't looking. He's fighting
drunk, Mr.. Marsh, and running the
Sommers gun"
Marsh, experienced about the works.
was examining o'Leary's wounded
head with almost professional skill.
you've got a bad rap, boy. We
must rush you to the DOCTOR"
He stepped to the door leading into
the works and yelled for two men
then came back to do what he could
Pinckney had almost at the same mo
ment returned from his private Office.
whats this?" he exclaimed as he
saw the bloody O'Leary half lying
across an office table.
The workman, injured though he
was. still held to his grim determine
ton to get justice for Sommers. A
Pinckney's question he half raiset
himself on the table.
It's Smith, sir" he said to the gen
eral manager. Hes leaving that gul
too long i'll the furnace. L kick d, anl
he hit me when my back was turned
I'll fix him"
Pincknvy looked at the bloody ma
coldly.
you ought to have more sense tina
to kick" he said. "Smith's in charg
of that job. He's responsible. 1t
none of your business. You ought t
have kept your head shut"
O'Leary stared at the manager, to
amazed to retort. He was still hal
dazed from the terrific blow he ha,
received or his suspicious would hav
been Immediately aroused. The tw,
men had entered from the works AM
stood ready. They knew just wha
to do.
Here" ordered Pinckney, take thi
fellow across to the doctor quick. Tel
him it's a works case"
The two men seized O'Leary, pickle,
him up in their arms and hurried wit
him out of the Office.
Marsh turned to the general mana
ger.
"We'ye got to stop this, MI. Pinck
ney," he exclaimed. Smith is fight
ing drunk"
Pinckney nodded %carelessly.
"Oh, yes. 1 understand, but I'll Sc
to Smith. There's something more i'm
portant on now. I've just got a wir
from my agent in Washington"
about my gun?' asked Marsh anS
iously.
about the Rhinestrom gum" cam
Pinckney's cold correction.
The head d~raughtsman nodded &C
%quiescence.
Eyes. that's what 1 mean,'' he agreed
Pinckney took q telegram out of hi
pocket.
"Well, there's all sorts Of trouble IL