Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-06-08

"You can't buy them, Turtle. You must start as a
tender carrying the bod and work up In eight ten
years perhaps
Eight or ten green kittens!' cried Bruxton with
defiant wabble of the head. Cant you make me
of the company, partner Then I'd have some rights
about the dump"
AS Fiske remembered from the old days. the persist
of Turtle Bruxton when once aroused, was not
to be gansaid The present proposition absurd 1t
mad fantasy that anything Turtle could do would
help. 1t was preposterous to suppose that this club
lounger this Broadway spender, this much rdiculed
much loved Beau Brummell, could take an army OF
bricayers set in the of trade that had scarcely
changed two thousand years. and speed their methods
to rate that would complete the contract But Fiske
had nothing to lose, and Turtle was his friend.
I'M off, said Brunton toward the end Of the after
"Of course; but where?'
4Of to motion study, to prepare for an
exam"
Before leaving for the city young Bruxton elephoned
bookstore and ordered certain textbook sent to the
club that his home. That night he focused all the
force of his latent concentration upon the volume Next
day he hunted and found the author Gibreth, who
had been branded visionary for his pains in comp
ing the volume.
In two DAYS the new partner reappeared Glendale
his shoulders less stopped than they had been years.
his head less suggestive of the tortoise fiction.
His first demand was for the big fire-topped 1rshman
whose work he had watched his initial visit. The
man was readily placed Patrick Mahoney, and found
to be leader among the men and one of the most skill
Mahoney was brought to the Office and introduced to
the silent member of the firm, who had "a speed
proposition to present.
1--we seen the gent before, remarked Mahoney dis,
approvngly "Ye watchin' me the other day and
We mintioned that ye'd laid bricks yersf Wasn't we
thinkin' Of cobbestones, now?'
1Sit down, Mr.. Mahoney, and have cigar, drawed
Bruxton indicating chair with the perfecto he offered
Il take you working for the money that is IN the
pay enveop Saturday afternoons
Mahoney nodded.
aYou now get the union scale, four dollars and fifty
cents a day. continued the silent partner. How'd
you like to run it up to six-hfty'.
Il thought it trap! declared the Journeynan
Indignantly. II wouldn't kill mesilf for no man..
And go home at night less tired than you do now?"
continued Bruxton.
For moment the brcklayer studied the fashionable
attire of the Turtle then broke into guffaw OF honest
amusement. aye can show anything wunst, he
scoffed.
3Then collect couple of your most active tenders
and meet at the southwest corner OF the job, or
dered Bruxton
Mahonev departed with his face wrinkled in a grin.
Bruxton pulled journeymans suit of white and
also Quilted the office From the carpenter shop he was
trailed by workmen loaded with number OF box
like wooden frames.
aAnd that is Turtle the Waster!" murmured Billy
Fiske he watched his joke partner amble toward the
appointed corner Breaking into game that is older
than the Pharaohs with all the confidence OF man
holding four before the draw! 1t he does speed
but pshaw! there's not chance'
AT the spot Brxton had indicated there several
= half completed piers which no one was working.
With the aid of the tenders Bruxton rugged up nova
the mortar boxes placed at advantageous height and
distance instead of their previous haphazard position
Handing the tenders the wooden packets the carpenters
had brought, he found they held just twenty bricks
each and that they could be moved about with ease.
He examined the mortar in the ground bed and worked
with it until it attained consistency that suited hum,