The labor world., 1910-01-01
Novelized by Thompson Buchanan From th
a Successful Play of the Same Name
All Rights Reserved.
n. Copyright. 1905. by Frederic Thompson.

"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?'' s>,.,
The assistant foreman was almost too
weak from the Shock and loss Of blood
to reply, but he managed to gasp out
family:
Smith cracked me with hammer
when l 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 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.
d. 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. ..-~
tits Smith, SIR" he said to the gen.
eral manager. He's leaving that gun
kNn lonn i,, ho 'f,,v,,ooo 1-iol,oA o~l
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. "Smith's 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 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 sTto stop this, Mr.: Pinck-
ney," he exclaimed. "Smith is fight.
ing drunk" -, -. - j. >
Pinckney nodded ;carelessly.~4 ~. ~.
"Oh, yes, understand, but III see.
to Smith. There's something more irn-'
portant on now. I've just got wire
from my agent in Washington
"About my gun?' asked Marsh anx-
iously.
"About the .Rhinestrom gun," came
Pinckney's cold correction.
The head draughtsman nodded &C.
quiescence.
Eyes, that's what mean," he agreed.
Pinckney took a telegram out Of his
pocket.
"Well, there's all sorts Of trouble in
Washington" he explained. "Ton nor
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"
Plnckney 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 a chair defect
edly.
"Just my luck" he exclaimed in dis
tress. That's the end of my royalty.
I might have known. 1t always hap
pens that way with me. I 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 quitter can't have any luck.
How do you expect to have anything
- W. AAOP a. SAC AA0I
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 a 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?" he asked
slowly in an almost dazed tone. !"
The general manager looked at him
sharply: 49,.
what time did you say Sommers
would get here?" ..s..r-. .syy< -,
"One-thirty," replied Marsh. H. .....
Pinckney's laugh was rich with con-
6dent relief. as%g. -. =.
"Well, there's lots Of time. It isn't
IL yet" he chuckled.a -, z. =....s= 4. A. 81. ;.s
On Marsh's face had come an express: