The Fargo forum and daily republican. [volume] (Fargo, N.D.) 1894-1957, 1918-06-22

I from the truck on which he had beer
sitting and ga.zed after them rumina-
lively.
so they are undsrtalzers now
| Queer business to be in" He step
ped into the station and peere6
through the bars Of the ticket win
dow at the station agent who sal
in the inner office, chair tilted back
against the we'll, an odoriferous corr
cob pipe cIutched between toothless
gums. s...
The station agent brought his
chair to a. level and slowly rose and
slouched to the window. Following
which effort was a, long argument
finally convinced the station agent
that he needed an assistant, had al
ways needed one, and that he was
the assistant needed. After due at
tention had been called to the an
ctent dirt covered floor, the dust OF
station benches, and litter Of bygone
lunches, the job was landed and an
hour later found the station under
going q long-needed cleaning at the
hands Of the new assistant.
The dirty faced boy had found en-
ployment, food, shelteT-and, the op-
portunity to acquiring the contents
of every telegram entering or leav-
ing the station! And as the dirty
faced boy was Dixie Mason, the in
formation was priceless toj her-and
the interests she served.
While members Of the CftninoIogy
club passed days of waiting armed
and ready for any emergency that
might arise. Dixie pursued her pur-
pose with relentless activity in and
around Exeter.
She first Of all established the fact
that the undertaking business Of j
B. Dollings was a comparatively new
departure. That while he had sew
eral assistants constantly I'm attend
ance, his establishment was little
pauonized and he made, no efforts to
gain patronage. Dixie found that
Heinric Won Lertz and Madame
Stephan made their daily headQuar-
ters in a new, roughly constructed
building, among the hills at the out
skirts OF the village where a small
city of tents had sprung up n1iracu-
lousy, housing laborers strangely in
active for a grading outfit. She
found that hundreds of men were
gathering daily. At night, Struggled
close to a great boulder, Dixierwatch-
er the activities of the camp and saw
wagons loaded to their limit with
supplies winding their way\aIong the
gorge roads. And she saw the men
gathering at the board building for
meetings.
One afternoon Dixie, attractive in
spite of dirty face, towsled mop OF
hair, rough clothes. ran across the
street. to ]. B. Dollings' shop.
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"a carload of caskets Just came in
for you, Mr.. Dollings." Mr.. Dollings
long clawlike fingers clutched the
bill in obvious excitement
'FWhere-where are they?' He
reached for his hat and hurried
around the counter.
The Baskets? Over on the first
track. IL show you"
mo, never mind, never mind The
number of the cars on the bill of
lading. III find It," AS Dixie lin
gered outside she heard him calling
hoarsely, "Bloedt! Rudolph! Mahlen!
The caskets have come. Get teams at
once. We must unload them at once.
Hurry Must send a telegram"
Dixie listened speculatively. Mr..
Dollings was exhibiting an unheard
of amount of excitement over a car
load of caskets for one who was an
undertaken: And q carload Of cas-
kets for an undertaking shop that
did no business!
Her speculations were cut short by
the rumble Of express wagons. They