Cheyenne record., 1919-07-03
CHAPTER !.
Marshall Sends for Rickard.
80

mdrShalI SENDS TOR Hickaro.
The large round clock was striking
nine as Casey" Richards dancing step
carried him into the outer office of Tod
Marshall. The ushering clerk, coat
less and vestless in expectation Of the
third hot spring day. made n critical
appraisement of the engineers get-up
before he spoke. Then he stated that
Mr.. Marshall had not yet come.
For London tie and white silk
shirt belted into white serge trousers
were smart for Tucson. The clerks
in the employ of the Overland Pacific
and of the Sonora and Yaqui railroads
had stared at RiCkard as he entered !;
they followed his progress through the
room. He was newcomer in Tucson.
He had not yet acquired the npathetic
habits of its citizens. He wore belts,
instead of suspendcrs. His white
trousers, duck or serge. carried a new
ly pressed crease each morning.
The office had not reached verdict
on the subject of X. c. Rickard. The
shirt-sleeved, collarless clerks would
have been quick to dub him dandy
were it not for page of his history
that was puzzlng them. He had held
chair of engineering in some eastern
city. He had resigned, the wind-tossed
page said, to go on the road as a
fireman. His rapid promotion had
been spectacular; the last move, n
few years ago, to fill an office position
in Tucson. The summons had found
him on the west coast of Mexico,
WI ha d., ,I f3n h.
Ing its tracks.
You can wait here" suggested the
clerk, looking cOvcrtly at the shoes Of
the man who n few years before had
been shoveing coal on n Wyoming en-
gine. MIR. Marshall said to wait"
'Ribbons, instead of shoe lnces !"
Carpcd the human machine that must
ever write letters which other men
sign. "And Il blue pin to match his
tie. ! call that going some!'
II would never have occurred to
RiCkard, had he thought about it at
all that morning as he knottcd his tie
Of dark. brilliant blue silk, that the
selection of his lapls pin was choice !;
II was an Inevitable result, an instinc-
tive discretion of his fingers. 1t
warped, however, the suspended judg-
mcnt of Murshnlrs men, who had
never seen him shoveling coal, disfig-
urcd by a denim jumper. They did
not know that they themselves were
Ilovcns. ruined by the climate that
dulls vanity and willis collars.
Give him year to change some of
his fine hAbits!" wngered Smythe, the
stOop-shOuldered clerk. MS the door of
the inner office closed.
TO change his habits less! !" amend
ed the office wit. And then they fell
20 spcculating what Marshall was 60
ng to do with him. What pawn was
he In the game that everyone in Tue
son followed with eager self-interested
concern? Murshall's was the control
ling hand in Arizona politics; the
maker of governors. the arbiter of big
corporations; president of half
dozen railroads. Not n move of his
un the board that escaped notice.
on the other side of the door Rick
ard was eChoing the office question.
This play job, where did 1t lead tor
lie had liked his work, under Stratton.
There had been some pretty problems
to meet-what did Marshall mean to
do with him?
The note had set the appointment
for nine. Rickard glanced at his
watch and took out his Engineering
Review. II would be ten before that
door opened on Tod Marshall!
He knew that, on the road. Mar
shall's work began ut dawn. "A man
won't break from overwork or rust
from underworld If he follows the ex-
ample of the SUM-" Richard had often
heard him expound his fnvOrite the
ory. at is only the players, the syba-
rites, who can afford to pervert the
arrangement nature intended for us" !"
But in Tucson controlled by the wife
ly solicitudc of his Claudia. he was
coerced into II regular perversiOn. His
office never saw him until the morn
ing was half gone.
A half-hour later Richard finished
reading q report on the diversion of a
great western river. The name of
Thomas Hardin had sent him OFF on
q tangent of memory. The Thomas
Hardin whose efforts to bring water
to the desert of the Colorado had been
30 spectacularly unsuccessful was the
Tom Hardin he had known! The SIS