The Ely miner., 1919-06-27

Imeers are right up against 1t. There
lare new problems coming up every
day. The Indians call her yellow
dragon. but she's tricky woman,
she's an eel; she's giving us sums to
break our teeth on"
"Who has the next room?"
, used to be the general managers.
Ogilvie uses 1t now"
"And who did you say was Ogil-
vie?" They turned back into the
room.
"You can go in. He's not here. He
is the new auditor, an expert account
ant from Los Angeles. Put In by the
O. P, when 1T assumed control last
year. He used to come down once
month. After Hardin went out he
came down to stay"
Whose say-so?"
Il don't know. The accounts were
rotten, that's no office secret. The
world knows that. Hardin is blamed
Tor 1t. 1t isn't fair. Look at ,Sather's
stone palace in Los Angeles. Look at
Hi{dln's tent, his shabby clothes"
Wd like to meet Ogilvie." observed
the general manager.
on, he's not much to meet. A pale,
white-livered vegetarian, theoso-
phist. You've seen 'em. Los Angeles
is full of 'em. He was here when Har-
DIN was fired. You could see him see
his opportunity. His chest swelied
up. He looked as If he had tasted
meat for the first time. He thought
tnat ne could woozle into the empty
place! He went back to Los Angeles,
convinced them that the auditor
should be here, protect the company's
Interests. 1t sounded mysterious,
sieuthlike, as if he had discovered
something, so they let him bring the
DOCKS down here. He is supposed to
be ferreting. But he's 'woozling.' He
USED to be in the outer office. Said
the noise made his head ache, so he
moved In here. All the committee
meetings are held here, and occasion
ally the directors meetings. Water
companies, too. Ogilvie's taking notes
wants to be the next general mana
GER 1T sticks out all over him."
WHATS the derivation of woozle?'
this with deep gravity.
wait till you see Ogilvie!" laughed
his entertainer. Then as an after
thought, "Thiss Is all public gossip.
He's fair game"
The door opened behind them, and
Rfckard saw the man whose descrip-
ton had been so deftly knocked off.
He recognized the type seen so fire.
quently in southern California towns,
the pale, damaged exile whose chance
OF reprieve Is conditioned by stern
rules of diet and sobriety. 1t was the
temperament which must perforce
translate personal necessity into a
religious dogma.
This gentleman's .ust-is Just
looking around" stammered MacLean,
blundering, confused.
The vegetarian nodded, taking off
his felt sombrero and putting it on a
! chair with care.
BY this time it was apparent that
no one save Hardin knew of his com.
ing. He was ahead of Marshalps let
ters. He did not like the flavor of his
entrance.
"What provision is being made for
the new general managerY'
| The question, aimed carelessly. hit
the auditor.
| "They are not talking of filling the
position just yet" he responded.
There Is no need at present. The
work is going along nicely, better, !
might say. adjusted as 1t now Is, than
1t did before"
II heard that they had sent a man
from the Tucson office to represent
Mr.. Marshall"
did You hear his namer stam-
mered Ogilvie.
| "Rickard."
| The auditor recovered himself. 81
would have heard Of 1t were 1t true.
am in close touch with the Los An
geles, Office"
''It is true"
"How do you know?" Ogiivie's dis
may was too sudden; the fiabby facial
muscles betrayed him.
"Pm Rickard." The new general
manager took the swivel chair behind
the fiat-top desk. "Sit down. I'd like
to have talk with you"
"f you will excuse me, Ogilvie's
bluff was as anemic as his crushed ap-
pearance. IL am busy this morn
ing. Might trouble you-for a
few minutesf My papers are in this
desk"
| Rickard now knew his man to the
shallow depths of his white-corpus-
cled soul. "If won't be in your way
I'll hang around here. I've the day to
kill"