The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1910-07-16
A
FLYER
IN COAL
copyrighted by Short Stories Co.. Ltd.
By ARTHUR M. CHASE

copyrighted by Short Stories Co.. Ltd)
The door of my outer ONCE opened
sharply and a deep voice addressed
the ONCE boy.
Stand over against the window. SON.
ny. for I've brought contagion. Is the
boss in? Yes? Then just wait till
I give him scare"
There was heavy tread across the
floor and shrewd. rudy face under
battered derby hat peered in at me.
Ny visitor. with an elaborate air OF
caution. advanced slowly. disclosing
underneath the ruddy face q weather
beaten overcoat buttoned up to the
chin. and beneath that again weather
beaten. skinny skirt, worn however
with the untrammeled grace Of pair
Of trousers.
"Come In, Mrs. McGonigle." cried.
''Glad to see you. How are your"
up and doin'," she replied. extend
ing a big. mittened hand. Il was just
after warnin' your boy, for three
quarters Of me family Is down wild the
whoopin' cough. The balance. me old
man. is In the hospital along wild
Jerry McCafferty on account Of an ar
gument on the coal question. He's
dom nicely. thank ye. Yes. McCaffer-
ty got all that was comm to him; but
the end of It was the two OF them
threw each other into the hold OF the
Peaceful Stream and there was some
damage done in the shape Of broken
bones. Me old man broke an arm and
. rib; Jerry, he broke an arm and
two ribs. Yes. it's bad thing to have
the purvider Of poor family smashed
that way. But" said Mrs. McGonigle.
sitting down and liberating sigh that
fluttered the papers on my desk.
that amt all"
What did do? Well. Mr.. McNar
mara. It was Just the limit. ! outs wild
me scissors and cuts OF me hair.
There wasn't much Of 1t, but hated
to lose It. And sneaked ashore wild
Q pair OF McGonigle's pants In a news
paper. In a tennymint house l made
Q change and I went on uptown wild
me petticoat in the newspaper. And
me a decint. middle-aged woman.
Where was I goin'? To the Offices
Of the wyomin' Valley railroad. And
who should I go to see? Sure, the
main gazeyboo, the president himself.
So into the big Offices and past all
them little scribblin' clerks to glass
door marked president" and widout
bein' asked. in I stepped.
"'who let you in herer says a
sharp lookin' Teller behind desk. I
can't see anyone. I'm very busy
"T'm lookin' for Mr.. Courtenay,
president of the Wyomin' Valley rail
road. Are you him?' ses I.
"'Yes,' ses he, very snappy.
"'well. Mr.. Courtenay,' ses. me
name is McGonigle. Jack McGonigle
captain of yer canal boat Charity.
Just thought I'd run up and see II
there was anythin' We wanted done
I'm a willin' man for work. I SEES.
We'll. he hardly looked at me.
"'See Mr.. Wilson Of the lighterage
department he ses. scratchin' ava,
wild pen.
II laid me hand on the door knob;
but thinkin' that a. long as I'd come
I'd make all the impression could.
asks very perlite:
"where is Mr.. Wilson. sirr
II thought he'd fly over the top o.
the desk at me.
go out into that ONCE he bawls
and ask, ask. ask
THANK We, SIR soRL And II
opened the door when he gives a yelp
"'Great heavens, who cut yer hail
for yer
II put up me hand like q shot ant
there was q fistful Of 1t that me scis
sors had skipped, hangin' over me Goa
collar. I gave II a quick twist. lik'
a woman would, and felt for a hairpin
And then--ye could have Knocked m,
over wild a poke OF yer finger.
what in thunder!' SEES the presi
dent, staring wild all his eyes.
II got hold of meself.
"'Me barber Is an Eyetalian'-I be
gins, but he begins to smoker. AM
the harder looked at him the wors
he snickered.
"'Ye seem to see somethin' funny
SEES. But he only kept on snickerin
"'Ye may be the president Of raj
road SEES and I don't forget ye
place or mine; but don't me gigglin' a
me. I'm an honest and respectabl
man. I ses, and I'd ask ye not to b
snickerin' at me, Mr.. Courtenay. Gu
IT, SEES. "A workingman has feelin'
IA well az ye. II he's man.
"And wild that me petticoat fell on
Of the newspaper.
II got out Of that place somehow
and I stamped out to the elevator wi
all the clerks starin' at me- And neve
. word.
"'Twas the next day I read a piec
IN the paper about the coal famine 4
Bayport. place q bit of the way u
the sound: how the schools was close
and the churches runnin' wild one ser,
ice q week and the people put to
20 keep warm wild gas and OIL an
wooden sidewalks.
"Now. here's the foolisklness Of tn
raillpads,' ses !. holdin' bon tloads an
.bostIoads Of coal down here in Me-
'Yoyk, when there's . place like Ba,
S,.~< whn~o thSv want n had an