Los Angeles herald., 1910-11-20

workln' IN no Such noise an uHC. L heeu ah olhoo
to keep me books and tn van. Not a log do scale
for ye Jimmy Bourke till you give me fit place to
tally in.
And SO it came about, though the struggle lasted
three days. The Rough Red stormed restessly be-
tween the woods and the camp, delivering tremendous
broadsdes of oaths and threats FitzParick sat alb
solutely imperturbable the deacon seat, looking
straight in front of him. his legs stretched comfort
ably aslant one hand supporting the elbow OF the
other, which in turn held his short brier pipe
'Good mornin' to ye, Jimmy Bourke, - said he each
morning, and after that uttered no word until the
evening, when it was "Good night to ye, Jimmy
Bourke," with final rap, rap, rap of his pipe
The cook, thin-faced, SLY man, with penchant for
the Police Gazette, secretly admired him.
''Luk' out for tn Rough Red ell do vel" he
would whisper hoarsey when he passed the silent scaler
But in the three days the Rough Red put his men
to work on little cabin. Fitzpatrick at took his
scaling rule from the and set out into the forest
His business was by measuring the diameter OF each
log to ascertain and tabulate the number of board
feet put in by the contractor. On the basis of his
single report James Bourke would be paid for the
season s work. Inevitably he at once became James
Bourke natural enemy, and so of every man in the
crew. with the possible exception of the cook.
Suppose you log knoll which your eye tells you
must grow at least half million suppose you work
conscentiousy for twelve days. suppose your average
has always been between forty and fifty thousand
day. And then suppose the scaler sheets credit you
with only little over the four hundred thousandl
What would you think of tP Would you not be in
clined to suspect that the scaer had cheated you in
favor of his master9 that you had been compelled by
false figures to work day or so for nothngF
Fitzpatrick scaled honestly, for he was just man.
but exactitude and optimism of estimate never have
approximated, and they did not in this case. The
Rough Red grumbled, accused, swore, threatened
Fitzpatrick smoked Peerless and said nothing
Still it not pleasant for him, alone there in the
dark wilderness fifty miles from the nearest settle
ment, without human being with whom TO eXcnahge
a friendly word
The two men early came to clash the methods
of cutting. The Rough Red and his cut any
where everywhere, anyhow. The easiest way was
theirs Small timber they skipped, large timber they
sawed hgh tops they left rather than trim them into
logs. Fitzpatrick would not have the pine 'slaugh'
tered'
aye II bend your backs little, Jimmy Bourke,'
said he, "and cut tn stumps lower to TIL ground.
There bunch of shingles at least in every stump
ye've left And you must saw straghter And tn
contract calls for eight inches and over; mind ye
that Don t go to skppin tn little ones because they
won t scale ye high. 'Ts in the contract so. And
won have tn tops left. There s many good log in
them, an ye trim them fair and clean''
$50 to hell, you shouted the Rough Red
"Where tn blazes did ye learn much of loggin Y
I log tn way me father logged, an I'm not to be
taught by a high banker from tn Muskegonl"
Never would he acknowledge the wrong nor promise
the improvement, but both there, and both he
and Fitzpatrick knew it. The Rough Red chafed
frghtfully but in way his hands were tied lie
could do nothing without the report and it was too
far out to send for another scaer if DAILY would
have given him
Finally, in looking skidway, he noticed that
log had not been blue epencled across the end
That meant that it had not been scaled and that in
turn meant that he, the Rough Red, would not be paid
for his labor in cutting and banking it. At once he
began to below through the woods.
"Heyl Fitzpatrick! Come here, you blank
blanked- blank of a blankl Come here"
The scaler swung leisurely down the travoy trail
and fronted the other with level eyes,