Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1911-05-25
Nor fish the day after tomorrow"

And / had forgotten all about Jacks
having a sister!"
Something I shall neither forget nor
forgive. And If you persist in accus-
Ing me OF writing that letter, 1 promise
not to fish again while you are here"
She walked toward the door, her chin
held high.
You wrote 1T. Come and sing. I'll
say nothing more about it. There's
nothing more to be said" He careless
iy-leaf. Prom Sister Patty to Brother
john" he read. There was no mistake
now. He laughed. Patty turned. The
writing is the same"
The days passed all two quickly for
Warrington. He walked in the golden
glow of his first that man
which never leaves us till life itself de-
parts.
John and Kate watched them ap-
provingly. They knew the worth of the
man; they were not at all worried over
what was past.
One evening Kate and John sat on
the veranda from where they could
easily watch Warrington and Patty in
h music room.
What do o think Of It, John?"
There's not a finer chap in the
world. But I don't think Patty realizes
yet"
Dear Patty" Kate reached over and
took his hand in hers. laying it against
You have been worried all day"
Nothing; nothing to bother you
with"
The shops? 1t worries me when you
don't confide in me in everything"
We'll, dear, the trouble I've beer ex-
pecting for months is about to come.
You know young C%hittenden, the Eng
fish inventor, has been experimenting
with a machine that will do the work
of five men. They have been trying to
force him to join the union, but he has
refused, having had too man examples
of ionis in his own country to risk
his independence. Well, I received a
letter from the general manager this
morning. Either Chittenden must join
or go: otherwise the men will go out
September 1st."
"What shall o do?"
Il shall keep Chittenden. / am
master there" striking the arm of his
chair; master in everything. If they
go put in September. 1t will be for
good. shall tear down the shops
and build model tenements."
joint"
II am sick and tired, dear. 1 have
raised the wages all over the district;
my men work less han any other
hands in town. I have built a gym
nasium for them, given them books,
pool tables and games. to say moth
ing of h swimming tank. I have
arranged the annual outings. I have
established a pension list. But all this
seems to have done no good. / am
at HI end of the rope. Oh, the poor
devils who work are all right: It's the
men outside who are raising all this
trouble; it's the union, not the men.
There's no denying the power these
men can WELD. for wrong or right.
VIRnOr1 noe cannot rac}Sf Tho cvnnto<{o
to use 1T at all times and for all pur-
poses. But I am master at the Ben
nington shops; injustice shall not die
tate to me. They'll use it politically,
too. After all, I'm glad I've told you.'
but. John, I'm afraid for you. They
may hurt YOU"
John answered with a sound that
was more of a growl than a laugh.
She kissed his hand. She knew that
no pleading could move him; and be-
sides. he was in the right.
II ont understand the lukewarm-
ness of the party papers, he said.
They ought to hurrah over Dick. But
perhaps the secret machinery is being
set to work. and they've been told that
there will be trouble at the
tion. The senator never backs down,
and I've never seen anybody that could
brighten Dick. There'll be some inter
esting events this fall. Herculaneum
will figure in the newspapers from
Maine to California. for everybody is
familiar with warrington's name and
work. It's a month yet before the
delegates get together"
A quarter OF an hour later John and
Kate interrupted Patty and Warning
ton in the music room.
"A telegram for you. Dick" John
announced.
Warrington opened 1t carelessly and
read 1t. He read 1t again. slowly; and
Patty, who was nearest to him, saw
his face turn II under The tan and
his lips tremble. He looked from one
to the other dumbly, then back at the
sheet In his hand.
.Richard!" said Kate. with that
chasms of doubt and arrives definitely.
my. aunt died this afternoon he
said. his voice breaking. for he had
not the power to control It.
Nobody moved; q kind of paralysis
touched them all.
she died this afternoon, and I
wasn't there There is something ter
ribly pathetic in a strong mans grief.
"Dick!" John rushed to his side.
Dick. old man. there must be some
He seized the telegram from War
r1ngton's nerveless fingers. There was
no mistake. The telegram was signed
w Glo AnIl1ly puySlCI00. V03n JOhO
did the kindliest thing in his power.
DO you wish to be alone, Dick?"
Warrington nodded. John laid he
telegram on the table. and the three
OF them passed out Of the room. A
gust Of wind, coming down from me
m~ountains. carried the telegram gently
to h floor. Warrington, leaning
against the table. stared down at it.
CHAPTER XXI.