The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1910-01-01

"Marsh will take care of me-" gaspea
O'Leary. Hurry! Do as told you.
Reluctantly Lucy ran out of the Office
as the head draughtsman came over
to the injured man.
whats happened, O'Leary?''
The assistant foreman was almost too
weak from the shock and loss Of blood
to reply, but he managed to gasp out
family: = e
Smith cracked me with a hammer
when wasn't looking. He's fighting
drunk Mr.. Marsh, and running the
Sommers gun" i
Marsh, experienced about the works,
was examining O'Learys 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 determina-
ton to get justice for Sommers. At
Pinckney's question he half raised
himself on the table. -.-.
Its Smith, SIR" be said to the gen.
eral manager. He's leaving that gun
too long in the furnace. l kicked, and
he hit me when my back. was turned.
I'll fix him."
Pinckney looked at the bloody man
coldly.
"You ought to have more sense than
to KICK" he said. Smiths in charge
of that job. He's responsible. It's
none of your business. You ought to
have kept your head Shut
O'Leary 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 Pinckney, take this
fellow across to the doctor quick. Tell
him it's a works case" -
The two men seized O'Leary, picked
him up in their arms and. hurried with
him out of the Office. r.
Marsh turned to the general mana,
ger.
"We'ye got TO stop this, Mr.: Pinck-
IN nj To-. G,.l>L
ing drunk. -. = - -. r..
Pinckney nodded ;carelessly.~z. 80
"Oh, yes. understand, but III see
to Smith. There's something more i'm:
portant on now. I've just got wire
from my agent in Washington"
'About my gun?" asked Marsh anx-
iously.
"About the .Rhinestrom gum" came
Pinckneys cold correction.
The head draughtsman nodded &C.
Quiescence. j.
Eyes, that's what mean," he agreed
Pinckney took telegram out Of his
pocket.
''Well, there's all sorts of trouble in
Washington" he explained. "Tomor-
row they'll notify us not to begin on
the Rhinestrom order until the Son.
mers gun is tested"
"What of that?' asked Marsh blank
~. ut only means 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 luckw 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, a sneering
smile on his faces -. -:
THAT'S it," he said contemptuously.
LAY down. That's the reason your
luck is always bad and always will
be bad. A gutter can't have any luck.
How do you expect to have anything
IT you drop at the first ditch?'
The inventor looked up. puzzled:
| what can do?' 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 lower, firmer tone-"this dirty,
tricky sailor has got the best Of us in
Washington, bat with Smith drunk I
guess we've got the best of him here"
Marsh looked up, startled, amazed.
Some slight hint Of what Pinckney in
tended began to dawn on him. =
what do you mean?' be asked
slowly in an almost dazed tone.
The general manager looked at him
sharply;
what time did you say Sommers
would get here?" ...,-
"One-thirty," replied Marsh.
| Pinckney's laugh was rich with con-
| fident relief. ..: .>..-...-5 -. =, -.
"Well, there's lots Of time. It isn't
II yet" he chuckled. i, 81
! On Marsh's face had come an expires: