Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-05-31

from quite a distance, though
How can you tell that?"
"You can tell by the way it sounds.
Say, they ought to be a law about
these amatoors cluttering up the air
this way. Sometimes l got to pick
my own dope out of a dozen or fif-
teen messages all tickling away in
my headpiece at once
II know the crazy slob what sent
'em, all right, all right" growled Nc
earthly. Hes nutty for fair"
We'll, If he's nutty. I 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
conducted a leisurely business of
mysterious import, sitting where the
cool autumn breeze from the river
brought its refreshment. His desk
top held no papers; the writing ma
terials lay undisturbed. Sometimes
the office contained half dozen peo-
pie Sometimes 1t was quite empty
and Mccarthy sat drumming his
blunt fingers on the window-sill
chewing cigar, and gazing out over
the city he owned.
There were two other, inner, offices
to McCarthy's establishment, in
which sat private secretary and an
office boy. Occasionally Mccarthy
with some especial visitor, retired to
one of these for a more confidential
conversation. The secretary seemed
always very busy; the office boy was
often in the street. At noon Nc
Carthy took lunch at a small
round table in the cafe be-
low. When he reappeared at the
elevator shaft, the elevator starter
again verified his watch. Malachi
Mccarthy had but the one virtue of
accuracy, and that had to do with
matters of time. At five minutes of
six he reached for his hat; at three
minutes of six he boarded the ele-
vator.
runs all right today, SAM" he re-
marked genially to the boy whom he
had half throttled the evening be-
fore.
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 a ves-
sci vibrates to it's master tone. Nc
Carthy was feeling largely paternal
as he stepped toward the corner, for
to a great extent the destinies of
these people were in his hands.
Easy marksi" was his philanthro-
pic expression OF this sentiment.
At the corner he stopped for car.
He glanced up at the clock of 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 fourfold phras-
ing, and the great bell began its
spaced and solemn booming.
One-Two--Three-F our-Five-Six!
MCCARTHY counted. At the reoollec-
ton of crazy message from the I'm
known, he smiled. He stepped for
ward to hold up his hand at the 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 a
crossing" he growled, swinging
aboard.
Juice give out" explained the mo-
torman.
Mccarthy ciambered aboard and sat
down in comfortably filled car. Up
and down the perspective Of the street
could be seen other cars. also
stalled. Ten minutes slipped by. then
Malachi MCCARTHY grew impatient.