Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1913-09-30

going to work. About fifty passengers
operator. "From most anywhere in
side the zone of communications.
Couldn't you tell who sent 1t!
mo way. It wasn't signed. Com
from quite distance. though"
How can you tell that?"
"You can tell by the way 1t sounds
Say, they ought to be q law abou
these amatoors cluttering up the all
this way. Sometimes got to pick m,
own dope out Of . dozen or Afteez
messages all ticking away In my head
piece at once"
II know the crazy slob what sem
'em. all right. all right" growled No
Carthy. He's nutty for fair"
Well. il he's nutty. l wish yoa't
hurry his little trip to Matteawan.'
complained the operator. turning away
The boss went to his once. where
o stablished himself behind hii
tabletop desk. There all day he con
Quoted leisurely business of mystert'
Gus import, sitting where the cool
autumn breeze from the river brought
its refreshment
There were two other. inner. ohacea
to McCarthy's establishment. in which
sat a private secretary and IN omes
bog. Occasionally Mccarthy. with
some especial visitor. retired to one Of
these for q more confidential CONVEX.
sation. The secretary seemed always
very busy; the once boy was oftsn ~
the street. At noon MCCARTHY tool
lunch at . small round table in the
cafe below. When he reappeared d
the elevator shaft, the elevator starter
again verified his watch. Malachi Nc
Carthy had but the one virtue OF 20
curscy, and that had to do with mat
tiers of time. At Ave minutes OF si1
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 NJ
had half throttied the evening before
He stood for moment IN the en-
trance Of the building, enjoying the
sight Of the crowds hurrying to theal
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. NC
Carthy was feeling largely paternal
as he stepped toward the corner, fol
to a great extent the destinies OF
these people were In his hands.
Easy marks!" was his phalan
thropic expression Of this sentiment.
At the corner he stopped for car
He glanced up at the clock at the
Metropolitan tower. The bronze hand
pointed to the stroke Of six. Al 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 fourtole
phrasing. and the great bell began
:ts spaced and solemn booming.
Observation-Disclosures
Six! Mccarthy counted. At the recol
lection of crazy message from the
Unknown, he smiled. He stepped for
ward to hold UP his hand at tho car
Somewhat to his surprise the car had
already stopped some twenty feet
away.
Mccarthy picked his way to the
car.
Wonder you wouldn't stop at
crossing" he growled. swinging
aboard.
Juice give out" explained the mo
torman.
Mccarthy clambefed aboard and Sal
down in a comfortably filled car. UI
and down the perspective Of the street
could be seen other cars. also stalled
Ten minutes slipped by; then Mala
chi Mccarthy grew impatient. Will
muttered growl he rose, elbowed bill
way through the strap-hangers, and
stepped to the street. A row Of tdlt
taxicabs stood in front Of the Atlai
Building. Into the first Of these
bounced Mccarthy, throwing his I'd
dress to the expectant chauffeur.
The man hoped down from his box
threw on the coil switch and ran 4
the front. He turned the engine Owe
the compression, but no explosion fol
lowed. He repeated the effort dossi
times. Then. grasping the startinl
handle with firmer grip. he "whtrled'
the engine-without result.
whats the matter? Cant you max
her got" demanded Mccarthy, thrust
Ing his head from the door.
'Win you please listen, cir, ana se'
Il you hear q buzz when ! turn ne
over!" requested the chauffeur.
II don't hear uothins." ~ the va