Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1917-08-10

Il thought so. IL Ine Colohel SLoulu
ask you to, would you consider as
possibility the taking Of the doctors
job on this sick project of oursT
mo" was the brief rejoinder.
"Why not?"
Smith looked away out of the one
square window in the shack at the
busy scene on the dam stagings.
Because I'm not exactly born sim
pleton, Mr.. Williams. There are
number of reasons which are purely
personal to me, and at least one which
cuts ice on your side of the pond. Your
financial doctor as you call him,
would have to be trusted absolutely in
| the handling of the company's money
and its negotiable securities. You
could, and should, put him under
fairly heavy bond. I'll not go into it
any deeper than to say that I can't
give bond"
Williams took his defeat If 1t could
be called a defeat, without further
protest.
II thought it might not be amiss to
talk 1t over with you," he said. "You
say 1t is impossible, and perhaps it is.
But 1t won't do any harm for you to
think 1t over, and if l were you, l
shouldn't burn all the bridges behind
me-"
Smith went back to his work in the
quarry with q troubled mind. The
little heart-to-heart talk with Williams
had been sharply Oppressive. 1t had
shown him, as nothing else could, how
limited for all the remainder of his life
his chances must be. That he would
be pursued, that descriptions and pho
| tographs of the ex-cashier of the Law
renceville Bank and Trust company
were already circulating from hand to
| hand among the paid man-catchers, he
did not doubt for a moment. While he
could remain as workman unit in an
| isolated construction camp, there was
some little hope that he might be over
| looked. But to become the public char
| acter of Williams suggestion in a
peopled city was to run to meet his
fate.
1t is said that the flow of a mighty
river may owe it's most radical change
in direction to the chance thrusting of
twig into the current at some critical
| instant in the rise or fall of the food
To the reincarnated Smith, charting
his course upon the conviction that his
best chance of immunity lay in isola-
ton and a careful avoidance of the
peopled towns, came the diverting twig
In this wise.
On the second morning following the
unofficial talk with BARLEY Williams
in the iron-sheeted headquarters office
at the dam, delayed consignment of
cement, steel and commissary supplies
was due at the sidetrack a mile below
the camp. Perkins, the timekeeper,
called Smith from the quarry and gave
him the invoices covering the ship
ment.
II guess you'd better go down to
the siding and check this stuff in, so
that We'll know what we're getting"
was his suggestion to the general util-
ity man.
When the crookings of the tote-road
let Smith get his first sight Of the side
track, he saw that the train was al
ready In. A few minutes sufficed for
| the checking. He sent the unloading
gang back to camp with the teams,
meaning to walk back himself after he
should have seen the car of steel and
the two cars of cement kicked in at
the upper end of the sidetrack.
While he was waiting for the train
to pull up and make the shift, he was
commenting idly upon the clumsy lay
out of the temporary unloading yard,
and wondering If Williams were re-
sponsible for it. The siding was on
the outside Of curve and within a
hundred yards Of the river bank.
There was scanty space for the unload
ing of material, and a good bit of what
there was was taken up by the curv-
ing spur which led off from the siding
to cross the river on trestle, and by
the wagon road itself, which came
down a long hill on the south side Of
the railroad and made an abrupt turn
to cross the main track and the siding
fairly in the midst Of things.
AS the long train pulled up to clear
the road crossing, Smith stepped back
and stood between the two tracks. A
moment later the cut was made, and
the forward section of the train went
on to set the three loaded cars out at
the upper switch, leaving the rear half
standing on the main line.
One of the men Of the unloading
gang, a leather-faced grade shoveler
who had helped to build the Nevada
Shore Line, had Jagged behind the de-
parting wagons to fill and light his
pipe.
Wouldn't that jar you up right good
and hard FIR way to run railroad"
he said to Smith, indicating the wholly
deserted standing section of the freight
with the burnt match-end. "Them fell
lies We all gone off up ahead, a-leavin'
this yere hind end without sign of
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