The Lamar register. [volume] (Lamar, Colo.) 1889-1952, 1914-12-09
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'sVou don't mean to say you've sold
it7" protested WalIinsford.
q party To 81
iingford. hurt. but generous. Does
Mr.. Daw now own all your surplus
stockr
Every share of it,
"Where would l ind Mr.. Dawr"
Bessmer suddenly laughed HE is
proba bly, out oiling the engine. or trim
ming castings at one Of the emery
wheels to see the sparks. or riding on
the warehouse elevator. Shall ! send
for himr'
mo. thanks" replied Wallingford.
with careful gravity "If you don't
mind my going through your factory
unattended I'll hunt him up"
With q fair certainty of what he
would 6nd Wallingford walked back
through the grinding shop and out the
ode door Across the yard on one Of
the little narrow gauge tracks that
ran everywhere came a black casting
car. rattling and humping at top speed,
and standing on the buffers was tall
iank figure in new vivid blue overalls
and blouse and wearing a workman's
cap tilted rakishly up over one corner
Of his forehead
Cant STOP Jimr' he yelled as he
dew past They're waiting for this
car"
waliinRford. finding no place clean
enough to sit down. stood where he
was for ten mortal minutes until
Blackie came back with a face which.
though well grimed. was perfectly
happy.
81 thought you were supposed to stick
around the town In a silk hat and In
spire confidence" complained Walling-
ford by way Of greeting.
You know lin. sometimes I think
you're a dub after all reproached
BIackie. "You never will get the finer
points OF stagecraft had myself
made assistant manager. and I'm In
spring so much confidence that this
morning | had Bessmer lock my own
money up in his safe for fear I'd trust
myself too far"
Assistant managerr' chuckled Wal
lingford wso had the born instinct for
mechanics, of which Blackie had no
trace. 'What do you manage princi-
pallyr'
The oil can till the engineer hid It"
Blackie Informed him. with regret
"He admitted that was some sure
enough oiler. but objected that the cost
Of the STUFF came Oh his fuel appropri-
alton. On the level. I'm crazy about
this business! Say. do you know. the
fireman went home sick last night, and
I got here In time to have the safety
valve popping of at Z O'Clock. have
to teach that fellow how to build a
6re when he gets back. You do it like
this: First you scrape all the ashes and
clinkers out of the crate bars. then you
put in an even layer Of shavings and
build a lattice work Of kindling all over
1t, then you spread a thin layer of coal
on top Of that and light a cigarette and
toss the match under the boiler. Why,
two minutes after I blew the whistle
l had the engineer in there-he gets
pale when he's excited-fussing with
the pump. He says I'm a corker Of q
fireman. But he has a cheaper man on
the Job now"
II don't suppose you've thought Of
that list" observed wallingford In q
half hopeless tone
I'm 80 discouragedr' asserted Black.
ie. II never get credit for anything.
Here's your list. Stay and have lunch
with us. Jim7"
"Lunchr puzzled Walllngford. why
you're not over four blocks from your
hotel"
True" assented Blackie. but am l
one to assume airs Of superiority over
my own intelligent workmenf l treat
them as fellow human beings. You
see. ! intend to run for mayor OF my
suburb on the reform ticket this fall
So bring my lunch with me In little
tin pail every day and play them the
saxophone at noon time. I've improved
lot In my music. Jim. Shall l come
up and play for you tonightT"
"1 You do I'll murder Won declared