Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1909-11-04

OLeary stared at the manager too
amazed to retort. He was still half
dazed from the terrific blow he had
received or his suspicious would have
been Immediately aroused. The two
men had entered from the works and
stood ready. They knew just what
to do.
Here" ordered Plnckney, take this
fellow across 20 the doctor quick. Tell
him it's works case"
The two men seized OLeary, picked
him up in their arms and hurried with
him out of the office.
Marsh turned to the general mana.
ger.
We've got to stop this. Mr.. Pinck.
ney," he exclaimed. Smith is fight
ing drunk"
Pinckney nodded carelessly
"Oh. yes. | understand. but I'll see
to Smith. There's something more i'm
portant on now. I've just got wire
from my agent in Washington"
About my grn?" asked Marsh nnx,
iously.
about the Rhinestrom gum" came
Pinckney's colo correction.
The head draughtsman nodded ac.
Quiescence.
Yes that's what mean," he agreed
Pinckney took a telegram out of his
pocket
We'll. there's all sorts of trouble in
Washington" be explained. "Tomor-
row they'll notify US not to begin on
the Rhinestrom order until the Som.
mers gun is tested"
What Of that"" asked Marsh blank.
ly. 1T only means a slight delay"
Pinckney made an impatient gesture.
slight delay. nothing. Haven't you
sense enough to see it's game Of this
toy sailor. SOmmers? They'll counter.
mand the order for our gun after they
test his just as sure as fate"
Marsh dropped into chair defect.
eddy.
Just my luck" he exclaimed in dis.
tress. That's the end OF my royalty
| might have known. 1t always hap
pens that way with me- | never have
any luck"
Pinckney stood looking. sneering
smile on bis face.
That's it." be said contemptuously
Lay down. That's the reason yout
luck Is always bad and always will
be bad. A gutter can't have any luck
How do you expect to have anything
If you drop at the first ditch?"
The inventor looked up. puzzled.
What can l dos" he asked.
Pinckney smiled pityingly on him.
What can you do! Haven't you
sense enough to guess: Here he
stepped closer to the inventor to speak
in n lower. Grmer tone-"this dirty
tricky sailor has got the best OF us III
Washington. hut with Smith drunk
guess we've got the best of hin, here. !"
Marsh looked up. startled. amazed
Some slight hint Of what Pinckney in
tended began to dawn OH him.
What do you mean?" he asked
slowly in an almost dazed tone.
! The general manager looked at hin
sharply.
What time did you say Sommcrt
WOu!O get mere!
"One.thirty." replied Marsh.
Pinckneys laugh was rich with con
6dent relief.
"Well. there's lots Of time. It ISM
~ yet" he chuckled.
On Marsh's face had come an expires
sion OF horror. He knew now wha
the general manager intended to do
1t made him sick to think of II. fol
Marsh was honest Mt heart. Only b,
was an inventor. he loved his work
1t was his chance of a lifetime. And
then. he was weak.
"You mean you will ruin his gun 2
he half whispered family.
The brutal laugh Of tho other mar
was answer enough.
Shut up!" be sneered. Don't tall
as II it was murder. II you're goins
to get on In this world, Marsh, vol
must learn there's as much In blockln:
the other fellows game rs there is 1,
playing your own"
His latent sense Of honesty made
one last sickening revolt as Marst
started up from his chair. exclaimint
wildly:
ITS awful! ! won't he a party t.
any such thing as that. Mr.. Pinckney. ;
With all his superior physical ant
mental strength Pinckney seized tn
weaker man and pushed him back Il
his chair.
Don't be fool, Marsh" he explain
cd, shaking his shoulder fercely. "Yo,
know II we get this order from Wash
!ngton 1t means an independent for
tune for You. Don't you know thaty'
The force of the other stronger pei
ronality reacted OH the weaker man.
"Yes. sir: you shy so." he said.
PinckRey went on more earnestly
driving his points home with all IN
power Of his strong will.
Think what II means. Marsh.
mems the end Of this slavery, day All
or day. at the works. II means you
have time to work on your inventionl