The Idaho recorder. [volume] (Salmon City, Idaho) 1886-1927, 1914-12-24

He threw back his head and laughed.
but McCarthy's ready anger rose.
Where did the stun come from?'
out OF the fresh air" replied the
operator. From most anywhere In
side the zone OF communication"
Couldn't you tell who sent it?"
mo way. II wasn't signed. Come
from quite a distance, though"
How can you tell that?"
You can tell by the way 1t sounds.
Say. they ought to be a law about
these amatooFs clutteriEg up the air
this way. Sometimes got to pick my
own dope out OF a dozen or fifteen
messages all ticking away In my head.
piece at once"
Il know the crazy slob what sent
I'm. all right, all right" growled Nc
Carthy. He's nutty for fair"
Well. II 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 mysterl-
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 private secretary and an Office
boy. Occasionally Mccarthy. with
some especial visitor, retired to one Of
these for more confidential CONVEX
sation. The secretary seemed always
very busy; the Office boy was often in
the street At noon Mccarthy took
lunch at a 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 a 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 a YES
sci yibrates 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 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 fourfold
phraslng, and the great bell began
its spaced and solemn booming.
One!-Two! Three -Four! Five!
Ski 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 had
already stopped some twenty feet
away.
Mccarthy picked his way to the
car.
Wonder you wouldn't stop at a
crossing" ne growled
Juice give cut" explained the mo-
torman.
Mccarthy clambered aboard and sat
down in a comfortably filled car. Up
and down the perspective of the street
could be seen other cars, also stalled
Ten minutes slipped by; then Mala-
chi Mccarthy grew impatient. With
a muttered growl he rose. elbowed his
way through the strap-hangers, and
stepped to the street A row OF idle
taxicabs stood in front of the Atlas
building Into the first of these
bounced Mccarthy, throwing his ad.
dress to the expectant chauffeur.
The man hoped down from his box,
threw on the coil switch and ran to
the front, He turned the engine over
the compression, but no explosion fol.
lowed, He repeated the effort dozen
times Then, grasping the starting
handle with firmer grip. he "whirled"
the engine--without result
Whats the matter? Can't you make
her go?" demanded Mccarthy. thrust
ing his head from the door
VIII you please listen. sir. and see