The Huttig news., 1915-04-10

l ever heard of injectors the next. You | let her water fall two feet below the glass. and she drops crown-sheet.
 And then you try to Adam 1t of on this poor Eye,' pointing to the fifth button of his waistcoat. T get called l up on the carpet. and accused of negli- gence on duty. And me peacefully and innocently eating lunch when it hap pened"
 Yes, eating lunch," Ccckrill went l on, trying to be calm and judicial; "eating 1t on that very seat where you're sitting now. Twas your fault and you know 1t; and If didn't de fend you. and plead for your job with tears in my eyes, you'd been fired, you good-for-nothing loafer. Then you 90 and blame 1t all on mel" Weren't you under the engine?" ask ed Dorgan, with frigid politeness. Hadn't you just left the cab! Was l any where around when you left7" You were. AS remarked a min- ute ago. you were sitting in the same position you now occupy"
 T was not.' said Dorgan. You were." retorted Cockrill; land if you get me any madder than I am I'll drop this can and lick the ever- lasting blazes out of you"
 "Yes, you'd drop the can.' said Dor gan soornfully, "and pick up the shov- el. You couldn't lick stick of candy You're wrong about my blaming 1t on you. anyhow.
 Our genial and lovable superinten- dent. John Flathead McKinney-worse luck to him--asked me distinctly who was to blame, me or you: and who did I say? Who did I say, you ungrate fuI bum engineer?"
 You said me, of course." respond ed Cockrill You turned and betrayed me and lied about me, and l ought to have you fired. think will yet" The rattle of mutilated English over came even the sharp hissing of steam in the engine-eab. Fireman and eng!- neer were having 1t out for the sixty first time, and it was now four weeks since the locomotive had blown of an upper sheet.
 The roundr ouse door swung open on creaky hinges, and attention to duty prevented further war for the mo ment. Cockrill opened the throttle, and the big engine glided softly into her stall
 In the perpetual dusk of the round house a fat, red-faced man picked his way among the tracks and over the pilots. It was Superintendent McKin- ney.
 Where's CockrillY he asked of . wiper.
 He just. came in. sir." answered that menial person. His engine Is on the last track"
 Mckinney strode forward. and Cock Till saw him. coming.
 Shut up, now," he cautioned the suddenly mute Dorgan. Heres the old snake himself. with more Ques- tions to ask"
 The cinders crunched under McKin- ney's tread. Are you up there, Cock rill?" he asked.
 "I am." replied the engineer.
 "So am l." put in Dorgan, his sar- casm totally lost on the forid super intendent, who climbed heavily into the cab.
 Now" began Mckinney judicially. when he got his breath, flor the last time, l want to find out about that crown-sheet. That thing cost one hun- dred and eighty dollars to fix up. and want to find out why 1t happened. and which of you let 1t happen?" MT. Mckinney" Dorgan broke in contritely, there's no use obscuring the issue. as they say In law. I am to blame. I did 1t. MT. Cockrill here had nothing to do with 1t any more than you. If there's any punishment, deserve 1t, and I'm ready to take It."
 Before he had finished the "t" in 'it." Cockrills voice filled the cab.
 'Mr. Mckinney, this young fellow Is giving you the finest example of loy- alty to comrade you ever heard of. He is deliberately lying to save me.
 The truth of the me ter is that Dor gan was eating lunch in the station when the sheet blew of. It was due solely to my own negligence. and I'm ready to suffer the consequences"
 There was brief pause The si- lence was broken only by the chuck chuck of the airpump. Mckinney turned right-about face. and laid his hand on the rail- A half grin wrin- kled his face and deepened It's ruddy i bloom
 You two are the cheerfulest liars I ever saw." he said. Don't let 1t hap pen again" Thereupon he descended from the cab.