New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1910-08-14
ON TINK FUTILE

EN- in the basket and then have em fired back at
Fire nothing back" says Mr.. Ellins. "Why, YOU
lucky young rascal we've been trying to get hold Of
this very property for eight months! And Piddlc!
BAH OF all the pin headed Jelly brained-'
Second the notion says |, spnngin the joyous
grin,
That will do says Old Hickory, catchin' himself
up. lust YOU forget Mr. Pidde and listen to me,
Know this futile person by sight, don't you?'
"Couldnt forget him." says |. Want him on tie
carpet?"
lido" saws he. Have him here at ten-thrty to-
morrow morning. But find him tonight, and see that
YOU don't open your head about this business to any
one else"
II get YOU" saws l, dom the West Point salute
It's trail and shut up futile. He'll be here, if
have to bring him in an ambulance.
THAT'S why jumps out before closn time and min
giles with the Jersey commuters a lovely hot ndc
across the meadows. It's scrubby station where |
gets off of these fact settlements where the
whole population the clock whistle every
mOrnin. There's brick barracks half mile long.
where they make SEWN machines or something, and
snugged close up around 1t IS hundreds OF these tour
family wooden tenemens gettn the t1ll benef1t OF the
soft coal smoke and maxim it easy for the hands to pike
home for dinner Say, you talk about the East
Side double deckers but they're brownstone fronts
pared some of these corporation shacks tie
meadowSi
Seventeen dirty kids led to the number futile
gave me- and in the right hand first floor kitchen |
finds red faced woman in faded blue wrapper fryin
salt pork and cabbage.
Mrs Tinkham Tutt1e?" says |, hodin' my breath.
NO" saws She glancn suspicious her shoulder
I'm his sister,
oh" saws l. is Tink around?"
Il don't know whether he is or not and don't Care!
says she,
Much Obliged says I; but amt to collect
for ANYTHING. Couldn't you give guess?'
IF did" SAYS she, Ia say he over to the fac
tory ward. That's where he stays most OF the time
It's half past five; but the fact unnin full blast,
and has to Jolly mekeeper and the yard boss before
locates nv man. Fin Ily though, they point out big
storage shed in one of the coal Cnder desert they
has fenced in careful The wide double doors to the
shed are shut but after I've hammered for awhile
Of EN- is slid back few inches and futile peeks ont.
oh" he gasps. You! Say, are they going to take
it? Are they?"
''Them's the indications" says l. "providin' it's all
O. K and YOUR price is right.
ooh. III make the price low enough says he. III
sell out for two thousand and it ought to be worth
twice that But two is all need"
"Eh?" SAYS I. "What kind OF finance do you call
tIat2 Saw futile, you know YOU can't work any
'phonv deal on the Corrugated Better give me the
straight goods and trouble"
Il will says he. Come in, won't yOu?"
With that he leads the way through the dark shed to
sort of workshop at the back, where there window
There's a tool bench. little hand forge with an old
coffee pot and fryin pan it, and cot bed not ten
feet away.
"Campin' out here?' says l.
I'm not supposed to-" says he; but
the yard superintendent lets me- This is
where I've lived and worked for nearly
two years, and until you q minute