Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1910-01-14

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owner. So poor little Lucy had no al
tentative but to obey.
YES. ma'am." she shouted into the
receiver. I'm come il you wish. III
get there in five minutes. I'll run.
Yes. ma'am, I'll run. Goodbye
She hung up the receiver. then hur-
ried owe to O'Leary. He sank forward
in his chair and rested now partly on
the 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 O'Leary caught her arm.
Don't trouble about me. Hurry over
and do what Miss Frances tells you
and don't tell any n 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 over
to the injured man.
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The assistant foreman was almos 100
weak from the shock and loss of blooo
to reply, but he managed to gasp out
family:
Smith cracked ME with a hammer
when / 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 IA bad rap. boy. We
nus 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. At
Pinckney's question he half raised
himself on the table.
Its Smith, sir" he said to the gen.
eral manager. Hes leaving that gun
too long in the furnace. | kicted. and
he hit me when my back wassAIrned.
H TX hhhaz. :
Pinckney looked at the bloody man
coldly.
You ought to have more than
to kick" be said. Smiths in charge
Of that job. He's responsible. It's
lone 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.
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. l understand, but I'll see
to Smith. There's something more i'm
portant on now. I've just got a wire
from my agent in Washington"
about my gum" asked Marsh anx-
lously.
about the Rhinestrom gum" came
Pinckney's cold correction.
The head draughtsman nodded ac-
quiescence.
"Yes. that's what 1 mean." he agreed.
Pinckney took a telegram gu 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
ly. at only means a slight delay"
Pinckney made al impatient gesture.
"Slight delay, nothing! Haven't you
sense enough to see it's a 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 a 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. l never have
any luck"
Pinckney stood looking, a ~sneering
smile on his face.
"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
if you drop at the first ditchT"
The inventor looked up. puzzled.
what can | doT' he asked.
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