The Fairmont West Virginian. (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1904-1914, 1914-09-08

Benssy. wonder what the blooming
rows about, anyhow"
"Some one should have good rag
cling for it." declared the black free
Killed. young man with the nose, who
! had been mere onloOlicr ut the whist
game. absolutely beastly damage has
| been done. Look Mt BenSSy'S mOdel!
On the floor by IL table near one of the
broad windows lay once wonderfully
| neat but now pitifully bent and bro
ken paSteboard model OF q small house.
the work of Benson Falls own white
hands. There was general chorus OF
polite dismay upon the discovery of
this catastrophe. but young Mr.. Falls.
whose skill ut needlework and Grape
paper creations had made him the hit
of every charity fair, dismissed the
matter lightly. although he heaved the
sigh of Il distressed artist MS he stopped
to examine the damage that had been
done to his pretty handIwork. He had
just replaced it upon the table when
Shamasuka appeared after the third
ring.
you're an annoying long time in
coming. Sammy" protested Mr.. Falls.
81 beg your pnrtlon, sir" replied the
jap. but | thought you might like to
know the cause of the delay, and I
hurried out to investigate"
Very well. you may tell u.s." Mr..
Falls Sraciously consented.
THANK you, SIR" responded Shama-
suka. There is heavy rock slide on
the track just ahead of us. The en-
Gineer made very good stop. but. I'M
fortunately. snapped a driving rod In
doing so"
The eyes of all four of Mr.. Falls
friends turned to him cxpectantly in
this emergency. He was equal to the
occasion.
you will tell the conductor" he d.
rected in the voice of authority, ito re
pair the driving rod. clear the track
and proceed Immediately"
Yes. SIR" said the Jap. in tone al
most of solemn gratitude. but when he
reached the platform he Grinned.
The heavy gentleman from the par.
lor car. who was already excellent
friends with the crew, was discussing
ways and means with the conductor
when Shamasuka came out with the
message. The conductor was listening
with great respect.
~ beg your pardon, SIR" said Sha.
masuka to the conductor. "but Mr.
Falls directs me to tell you to repair
your driving rod, clear the track and
proceed Immediately"
The conductor, whose name was
O'Connell, turned red in the face. "You
tell Mr.. Falls that directed him to so
to the DEVIL" he roared.
Yes. sir" said the Jap with pleasure.
and when he regained the platform he
permitted himself another grin.
The heavy gentleman turned to the
conductor in perplexity. you must be
tired of your job" he suggested.
ME? love It." responded O'Con'
nell, smiling. But you don't think In
sending that answer to President FAILS,
do you? It's his saphead son back
there, and he's been giving me fool or
ders ever since we picked up his souse
car at the junction. If the Jap only
carries him my little speech and the
cub only reports it to the old man I'm
In line for promotion"
Il guess you're right" laughed the
big fellow. II know Falls. / wish he
were in that car. That's the only
diner on this train, and we're likely to
lie stuck here for three hours"
Maybe longer" admitted o'Connell.
with frown. IT'S eight miles back
to the nearest telegraph station and
ten forward"
A savage dissertation on the road In
general was presently interrupted by
the arrival of Bcnssy Falls, attended
by his quartet of friends. The son Of
the president wasted no time in parley.
but staIked straight up to the conduc-
tor
~ demand IN apology" he said, his
dimplcs interfering sadly with his Sc
verify.
"You get back on your car" ordered
O'Connell. You can do what you
please there, but I'm running the rest
of the train"