Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1916-03-20
TIE CHEERFUL CHERUB

HG0ll ~:
plunged like an arrow into the mao
adam labyrinth of Fairmount Park.
The car held Monte Crispen and Craig
Andrews on their way to the Montgom-
cry Iron Works.
Lars, Monte's faithful Norwegian
chauffeur, looked upon distance as so
much impediment to existence. He was
chunky. meat-fed, red-cheeked boy
with nerves Of iron Before intrusted
with the blue limousine under the pat
ent of a Pennsylvania drivers license,
he had hurled his young employer
along the roads of Europe and parts OF
| other continents in gray racing car
without tremor, temper or tension.
Monte had repeatedly warned him to
go slow in his new field of restricted
action, and his lifting the speed en-
barge this once gave Lars his first
| opportunity for the expression of pent-
up feelings.
| At the Lincoln Monument the blue
limousine bore to the right into Cir
ard avenue, and meeting the trolley line
turned left across the long white bridge
over the Schuylltill River. Again to
the right the car sped under the rail-
road, continuing on the winding road
| across Fairmount Park, passing Me-
| mortal Hall, coming out Belmont ave-
nue into Conshohscken avenue, finally
crossing the city line into Bala. The
CIR rocked on it's trucks as Lars pushed
on over the railroad bridge to the toll
| gate, where Monte dug for II cents.
Look here, Lars" he yelled Mt the
| grinning chauffeur, you must use dis
cretion. Seven minutes only from City
Hall. have no time to waste paying
| fines for reckless driving"
"Yaw, Lars make her yump," was
the curt response as the car bore to the
right in the direction of Ardmore.
knowledge of the terrible disaster Mt
Crispen made Monte serious. He turned
to Andrews and said:
aside from the present happening
realize that the industrial world Is ever
in the process of transformation. There
are formulas of ownership appropriate
to nv uncles age that, like his old ma
chinery, is ready to be scrap-heaped as
antiauated and Improbable. l got that
idea from an Englishman at Sheffield,
who tried to live up to It's spirit and
failed"
"IIe tried, you say?"
"Yes."
"Then he didn't fail"
'I get you"
"You must know, Monte, that condl-
tions change with the years. What was
once a mechanical process in this coun-
try, where not only looms and furnaces
but working men and working women
were parts of great machine, has be-
come an association of closely-knit hui
man beings with conflicting desires,
unrealIzed hopes and irrepresslble pas
sIons."
Andrews had taken an uncommon lik-
ing to Monte. AS lawyer all his life
he had secretly yearned for just such
n client, He saw that the young heir
possessed rare force with quick brain.
The events on the hotel roof justified
the conclusion that here was fallow
ground for good seed. Had not the late
70. II. Hartman called a certain lawyer
"his conscience"
For some time Andrews had felt that
the age of Napoleons of finance, of
dummy directors and grinders of labor
had struck twelve. Monte. filled with
horror at the news from the iron works
seemed receptive. Andrews decided to
risk a sermon. He knew men and their
moods.
Some wise business men these days
find it profitable TO consult their hearts
as much as their ledgers," he began
cautiously.
go ahead with the heavy stuff" as
sented Monte. as the car took fright
full lurch and, after having passed Ard
more at the end OF the road. turned
back on the Lancaster pike. They
whizzed through Bryn Mawr' ther
passed in rapid succession Wayne, Paol
and Malvern.
"A man takes out of business only
what he puts in." resumed Andrews. 6,