The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1909-02-18
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umphing down the hall.
DO you know, Finch" he said as he
resumed his seat, there are times
when II just does me good TO IooA
at Hegelstein and think how despiss
him?"
Finch jerked up his shoulders with
what appeared to be a chuckle in
low state of development Better take
something for It," he suggested.
Il don't blame him for looking like
a giraffe" resumed Sowerby, because
that isn't his fault. l suppose he can't
helping walking like camel, either
But there isn't any necessity"-bs
tapped violently on the arm Of his
chair with lead pencil to emphasize
his remarks-'there isn't the slightest
necessity for his acting like a crosa
between pig and long-legged kan
CARGO"
Finch withdrew his gaze from pot
of library paste which stood in a large
pigeonhole In his desk and looked
slowly around at Sowerby. II don't
see what right you have to call q
man whole menagerie." he said, mild.
ly What's he ever done to your"
We'll, in the first place." sputtered
Sowerby, ''it makes me tired to see
him Looping around the halls as IL no
was the only man in the place thai
had anything to do. And then l get
so mad at myself for jumping out Of
his way before realize that he isn't
an automobile exceeding the speed
limit, instead of blame chump that
hasn't got sense enough to keep to his
own side of the road"
Sowerby paused TO sharpen his lead
pencil, which he had broken In his
excitement, while Fitch waited with
his eyes again fixed on the paste pot.
And then that trick he has of hop
ping past you when you're waiting for
the elevator for fear he won't beat
you to the first car--for all the world
like darn kangaroo. I'll kick
him downstairs for it some night.~
Sowerby looked threateningly at
Finch, who emitted another imperfect
ly developed chuckle.
And say" went on Sowerby. did
you ever watch him In the lunehroom?
Actually, I've known him to grab half
a dozen things from right under my
hand. III get mad some day and pour
a glass of ice water down his fool.
neck He kicked his waste-paper has.
ket heatedly. And when he begina
to eat! Holy smoke!"
''Hegelstein isn't pretty sight when
he's feeding" admitted Finch. "But
you don't have to look at him.
don't"
Sowerby snorted. 1T ought to be
against the law for man to eat the
way Hegelstein does" he fumed. III
had my way"
The door opened and McNab came
in with bunch Of papers in his hand.
Say, Sowerby, what dye do about
that Kozminski case?" asked McNab.
by George, I've been SO doggoned
busy the last two or three days 1
haven't got around to It yet" returned
Sowerby. I'm going to, though"
McNab strolled over to the window
and looked up at the sky. Looks like
ouoW, I've ODStTNGu.
Does look like it." agreed Sowerby.
Finch turned a speculative eye ON
the prospect outside, but did not, CON-
NIT himself.
Heard about Hegelstein?' asked
McNab, propping his shoulder against
the window frame and turning half
round.
NO. What about him?" Sowerby
and Finch both spoke at once.
Going to be canned" said McNab.
Canned! How's that?' exclaimed
Sowerby.
McNab laid his papers down on tho
radiator, jerked up his trousers legs at
he knees and sat down on the window
sill.
Kinder comical the way it hap
pened," he began. Seems the old man
was down ON this floor last night about
closing time--came down to see Pit
nan about something, and he was
out here waiting for the eIe-
9ator when along comes Hegelstein.
Jones was standing there ana he says
Hegelstein come chasing along as IL
he elevator ran only once a week
and he was just about to miss il.
Seems the old man had on HIS, antomo-
bile toys and Hegelstein didn't recee-
,ize him--not expecting to see him on
his floor, anyhow-and as he goes by
he old man Hegelstein gives him q
olt that pretty near upsets him.
ZONES says 1t was the funniest thing
lie ever saw In his life. The old man
ikated all over the hall. He wasn't SO
though, but that he caught
IN to who bumped him before Hegeg-
tein got in the elevator
This morning the old man sends for
'itman and tells him to fire HegeI-
tein. Won't have a man that goes
Iround knocking people down in the
lalls,' Pitman says the old man says.
He's no gentleman. confound himr