The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1915-07-28
the CRAZE FOR MORE
BY GERTRUDE MORRISON.
(Copyright)
The door opened and slammed.
"Mornin', boss"

The door opened and slammed.
"Mornin, boss"
The loud voice heralded staggering
steps. The jaunty tone, the turnip-
like odor of bad whisky, caused his
employer to wheel from his desk and
glance sharply at the face toughened
and inflamed by recent hard drinking
80 it's you"
Yep! I've come back" His forced
air belied his bravado. mr.. Jackson.
I've come back to draw what's comm
to me-"
His eyes fell before his employers
steady gaze.
"Bar'bry." he began. not unkindly.
this won't do"
He toyed with his mornings mail,
his habit when pondering what to say.
The workman jerked on his hat.
Il want you to go home now and
straighten up. Get yourself ready to
come out Monday"
It's no use. We can't" The dog
gedness OF the answer went home to
Jackson with r strange nurt. He
turned from the look in Barbry's face.
1t y never easy to face failure in hu-
man guise. This time the strength OF
his 1--WE" prevailed to pull him down
a little In the others fall.
Il can't. I've tried to make a man
of myself. and can't. You'd best let
me co."
mo. Go home now. You're In no
condition for work. But want to see
you out Monday. I'll have John put
you on those flange-fires again." Tho
thought of delayed work wrinkled the
business mans brow into frown.
why can't you let the stuff alone?"
Il can't. I've tried it and failed"
The knuckles Of his huge hand
stood out white a. he gripped his rusty
SLOUGH hat.
"You can, il you fight for it. You
will never find a better place to try.
Bar'bry. My boys are as clean set
of fellows as you'll find In the coun-
try" -
Yes, the fellers are all right.
amt got anything again Johnnie,
neither. nor you. Mr.. Jackson. You've
used me square"
Then use me square now, Bar'bry.
You know need you. We're back on
our orders"
The distant clatter Of q steam.rivet-
er broke the monotonous creak of ma
chinery.
Gomez. Brace up. Pat! Don't give
up yet. You work along pretty stead
lily for three or four months. You
get yourself into good clothes. You
must try again"
III things was different at home"
he muttered.
Jackson knew about that quick
tempered. shrill-tongued wife whose
everything to manage well resulted in
q pitiful nagging. He knew, too. that
some things go unsaid.
"Barbry. be q man."
I'll try. sir"
The man rose In favor with his fell
ows; leaned on the handle Of his
sledge, and shook in deep-chested
laugh as he joked with young Dick.
his helper, and the others. They
yielded him the precedence physical
prowess commands among the inlet
tered. To the men of neighboring
works they boosted of his biceps.
They also liked his unassuming ways.
Perhaps, too. the prize ring, from
which he came. was reflected in GER
tain halo around his head. Somehow,
they never cared to question him
about his skill with the gloves. Once
Johnnie, by virtue of his superior po-
sitiOn as foreman and his meager size,
dared to probe ever SO little. The
fellow shook his head, said the ring
was rough on man. and brought his,
sledge down with bangs that drove
even Johnnie into retreat.
G;S:an bits of his roaring laughter