New-York tribune., 1910-02-20

Tom Walsh The Quitter You've heard OF me; but
I'm through with the thing that made me quit
That rum. / am, tell YOU All want Is a chance
IL not quit if l get it, And then, overcome ne
stretched out trembling hands and ended, or
Gods sake 1nister-for Gods sake give me chance
to show that | Il stick
in his time of necessity say no, and vet dread1ng
to take chance on this derelct but too vel known
voice broke in from behind the Captain OF the tug
having observed the owners heS1tanCy-
That right YOU don want him. He 5 no good
He's called The Qutter. Get me some man that viii
stick. This Walsh isn to he tied TO- He's lost
If get chance III be sticking after you've
shown white!' came another below from the appI,
cant. You We not been put up against 1t like was!
You haven't any right to yawp. III tell YOU how 1t
was if YOU II give me half "a
The white-haired man held up a restraining hand.
Walsh checked his words. He had not forgotten
obedience The Captain of the tug sneered at his
companion. \ messenger boy from the inner othce
came noisily through clerk with a pen behind ms
ear and some manitods III his hand walked in and
halted beside the owners desk, and parrot IN
tarnished cage beside the window seized the OppOr-
tunity air his English while Harrott, old and
kind and Walsh, TRYING to get new lease OF HE
stared each other reading the other necess1-
ties and the other begging for opportunity to
show that he was not entirely lost.
Walsh" the elder man said at last, " L m gong
to give YOU the chance you want. As a rule don't
believe who have persistent1y gone down and
out. when every opportunity was given them to pull
up. ever amount to anything, but-well, m going
to give YOU chance.
W7ALSH for the first time showed symptoms of
w breaking down. He showed his fist through
the window and took the white thin hand of the
master tOWbOat man, g1ped hard glanced d1Sda1n-
fully at the Captain who had tried TO hold him down.
and then back till his eyes met those OF HarrOtt,
which had become unusually soft.
Its all l want he said. It's all I'm asking
and-and- Well III not disappoint YOU, sr!'
He swung away with his back to the tiny counter to
hide the working of his face and HarrOtt under
standing men, took oenSe at his lack of courtesy
He tactfully waited a moment and then stepped to
door in the partition.
Come in Walsh he said in a businesslike tone
of voice come in This is Captain Hurd skipper of
the Elsie B. y on might well sign on now
He brushed a clerk aside and took out blank arti-
cles filling them in with his Grabbed handwrit
ing. Walsh stood with his hat in his hand, looking
steadily at his feet and ignoring the other
whom marked silence had fallen. The tug owner
turned and beck0ned to the engineer and he
forward and signed the articles, but little different
from those he had signed scores of times before. He
looked up again meet Harrotts eyes, and the lat
ter's face SOftened and warmed
i know he said | know all about it. and-I
know YOU. Go nowl Gro on There's tow waiting
Got d kit
Walsh shook his head All he had in the world
the clothes he stood in He knew they We're all
he needed inasmuch they beyond being
sOiled. He followed Hurd out of the office recog
nlzlng certain antipathy IN the swing of the Cap
tains shoulders ne led the way back to the wharf
and the Elsie b. which squatted on the water as if
waiting for their coming negro fireman was
lOung1ng the engine room door, and he at least,
looked friendly and good humored. Walsh dropped
down and stepped inside the engine The
smell OF the grease like Il StImuant. The splash
OF the water against the piles was like music. He
threw ms shoulders back and looked at the steam
and water CAGES nOdding auprOVInglV at the negro.
Sam, that your new boss was all the inCrO-
ducton the Captain gave, chopping his words off :
II grudgtng the necessary explanation. And then,
directing his speech to Walsh but not meeting his
eyes, h added, d" How get out"
" Now. sir, was the quick answer. and before the