The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1914-04-18

Mark strangling rising desire 10
assault his commander slackened his
pace.
Less intelligent was the charge to
the Swede, Marks immediate neigh.
Dor
Here, We Oiy-
"Ay bane Johann
"le're Moike, T OF say M. beloved
lIonlahan. lie enlarged upon 10.
hams dishonorable pedigree. Dig
I'M
The Swede the best worker in the
gang, began 70 shovel in nervous
haste that added nothing 20 his eff
cheney Mark saw the red creep into
the fair skin
"Shtir 1t up, We Frinch loaferl" the
corporal addressed the next in line
Were runnin no barber shop here
FIR two cints Ord bate some worruk
into yez.' But as well seek 10 ex-
purgate the works of Monsieur de
Maupasasnt as the comments OF Cor
poral Houlahanl
This was not the varied leisurely
toll Of the country sfiithy, but
steady monotonous grind--thrust and
lift, thrust and lift, the livelong day
calling into play only one set OF
muscles. with no flying sparks or
shaping metal to stimulate the artists
fancy. An unwonted ache began 10
creep into the sinews OF our adven-
turer And from behind, more weari-
some than the toll, came always the
harassing profane criticism OF the in
satiable Houlahan
1t was tired and sadly fretted
gang the noon whistle relieved Mark
stretched himself out on the ground;
closing his eyes on the dinner pals
his comrades produced in his eager.
ness to be enlisted he had not thought
OF his midday meal, and he was very
hungry
He felt hand on his shoulder and
opened his eyes. The FTenchman and
the Swede- sal beside him.
/, VI siRu ees ongree. eh ?" The
,Freneh2Hln carefyn 80 W - - 3,,re -
brown. bread all his smeai-in tn
middle and proffered. Marx one:half
I'm tirsty?" The Swede held. out
a bottle filled with cold coffee
Mark looked GENEROUSLY at the gifts,
but he shook his head
'M'sieu ate dat dam 'Oula amp
the Frenchman inquired
IL do" Mark responded with fervor.
dat max fr'en's out OF us, Ell?
Eat IN sieu'
Hunger overcome scruples. Mark
ate the bread and drank of>the coffee.
Much obliged was hungry.
You're all right" He paused in
quiringly
Marcel Masquelier." the French
man completed the sentence.
Johann Johannsen,' rolled from the
region of the Swedes stomach.
Mark identified himself.
Dat YER good name Br-r-rD The
exclamation was for the corporal,
who. with the labor boss, approached.
The latter glanced over the eXcava-
ton.
How many loads have you taken
out?"
"Thirty-nine, sor"
/ "Only thirty-nine?" the boss re-
Joined sharply. 1T ought TO be
fifty"
The dom'd loafers won't worruk, :"
Houlahan defended himself angrily.
The boss cast his swift appraising
glance over the resting groups
Its a good gang he said shortly.
y
work He passed on.
Well get it now" Mark muttered
That Irish bullyll never know how
TO get work out of men I'd like to
tell the boss SO.
Johanns face began TO work. "Ay
skoll Kill Mister Houlahan," came his
slow growl, "mebbe So
"Mebbe so not" Marcel shrugged
his shoulders. One mus leeve. An
enc mus work. Eh?'
Steady, Johann" counseled Mark
Don't let him rattle you.
You ear. Joann?' Marcel added
earnestly. II ave respec' for wat my
fren', Msieu Mark Truitt say.
They got it," indeed, that after
noon. The freshman, under the sting
OF his boss repToof ragged and cursed
endlessly In the effort to get more
work out OF his men. The gang, ir-
ritable and sullen, worked erratically
With feverish spurts that brought in
evitable reaction; the men became
demoralized, interfered with one an
other
Mark. some within or the boss max
ing him a special target for the fusil-
( lade OF profanity, was hard put to
keep his temper in leash; he was
harder put 10 restrain. the mutinous
Swede, who itched with desire for
assassination Toward the end OF the
day even the philosophic Marcel grew
I ilEnatured and snarling. Somehow
8IaTF felt their hospitality OF the
noon hour had put upon him a re-
sponsibllity for them. though they
were his seniors By at least 10 years.
one must live, you know" he re-
minded Marcel And one must
work
"One mus not be treat like dog.
msieu' Marcel ripped out long
French oath. "Jo'ann. You ave my
consen TO keel dat 'Oula'an."
Suddenly the Swede dropped his
shovel. "Ay bane by endt ia"
Johann was too slow in his mental
processes TO be shamed into. patience.
pick up that shovel and get to
work, Mark commanded sharply
The Swede blinked stupidity for a
moment, then slowly obeyed.
"You our boss, heinz" Marcel
sneered
NO, Marcel. since noon--your
/ friend" Mark responded.
Marcel. too. stared and then. with
Ia gesture OF contritlon. bent himself
ldoFgeGly TO his task
! Mark thought he heard a chuckle.
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