The Madisonian. (Richmond, Ky.) 1913-1914, 1913-12-02
a present from some admrrine constit-

present from some admrring constit-
uent'
He threw back his head and laughed,
but McCarthy's ready anger rose.
Where did the stuff come from?"
"Out of the fresh a1y,'' replied the /
operator. From most anywhere in
side the zone of communication"
Couldn't you tell who sent it."
mo way. It wasn't signed. Come
from quite distance. though"
How can you tell that?" - |
"You can tell by the way it sounds.
Say, they ought to be law about
these amatoors cluttering up the air
this way Sometimes got to pick my
own dope out of dozen or fifteen
messages all ticking away in my head
piece at once"
Il know the crazy slob what sent
'em, all right, all right" growled Nc
Carthy. He's nutty for fair
We'll. If he's nutty, wish you'd
hurry his little trip to Matteawan,"
complained the operator, turning away.
! The boss went to his Office, where
he established himself behind his
tabletop desk. There all day he con-
Quoted leisurely business Of mysteri-
GUS import, sitting where the cool
autumn breeze from the river brought
it's refreshment
There were two other, inner Offices
to McCarthy's establishment, in which
sat a private secretary and an office
boy. Occasionally Mccarthy, with
some especial visitor, retired to one Of
these for a more confidential CONVEX
satior. The secretary seemed always
very busy; the Office boy was often In
the street. At noon Mccarthy took
lunch at small round table in the
cafe below. When he reappeared at
the elevator shaft, the elevator starter
again verified his watch. Malachi Nc
Carthy had but the one virtue Of ac-
curacy, and that had to do with mat
ters Of time. At FIVE minutes of six
he reached for his hat; at three min
utes Of six he boarded the elevator.
Runs all right today, SAM" he re-
marked genially to the boy whom he
had half throttled the evening before
He stood for moment in the en-
trance of the building, enjoying the
sight of the crowds hurrying to their
cars, the elevated, the subway, and
the ferries. The clang and roar of
the city pleased his senses, as yes
sci vibrates to its master tone Mo.
Carthy was feeling largely paternal
as he stepped toward the corner, for
to a great extent the destinies of
: these people we're in his hands.
Easy marks" was his philan-
thropic expression of this sentiment.
At the corner he stopped for a car.
He glanced up at the clock at the
Metropolitan tower. The bronze hand
pointed to the stroke of six. AS he
looked, the first note of the quarter
chimes rang out. The car swung the
corner and headed down the street
Mccarthy stepped forward. The
sweet chimes ceased their fourfol6
phrasing, and the great bell began
/ its spaced and solemn booming
Three!-Four!-Fiv
Sir! Mccarthy counted. At the recol
lection of crazy message from the
Unknown, he smiled. He stepped for
ward to hold up his hand at the car
Somewhat to his surprise the car ha(
already stopped some twenty fee
away.
= Mccarthy picked his way to tn,
a car
d Wonder you wouldn't stop at ,
crossing he growled.
Y Juice give out" explained the mo
!. torman.
Z Mccarthy clambered aboard and sa
d down in comfortably filed car. VI
r and down the perspective of the stree
/ could be seen other cars, also stalled
Ten minutes slipped by; then Mala
e chi Mccarthy grew impatient. Witt
Y a muttered growI he rose, elbowed hi
e way through the strap-hangers, ant
t stepped to the street. A row of idle
q taxicabs stood in front of the Alta!
+ Building. Into the first of these
|. bounced Mccarthy. throwing his ad
|, dress to the expectant chauffeur.
d The man hoped down from his box
threw on the coil switch and ran II
d the front He turned the engine oyel
the compression, but no explosion FOL
/ lowed He repeated the effort doze1
n times. Then, grasping the starting
/; handle with firmer grip, he ''whirled'
|. the engine-without result.
/: Whats the matter? Can't you make
t her go?" demanded Mccarthy, thrust
4 ing his head from the door.
/ "Will you please listen. sir. and SCI
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