Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1920-02-05
Something of a
Cold Snap
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By GEORGE L. SURREY
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The construction of the new cold
storage room at the Washington hotel
was nearing completion, and Jacob
Hickman, the proprietor of that pala-
tial summer hoStelry so well known TO
Galveston residents, was paying his
twentieth daily visit to the scene of
operations.
Satisfied Mr. Hickman, eh?"-and
Mr.. Smart, The clever engineer, who
had been sent down to superintend
matters by the big eastern firm which
had the contract in hand, came ana
stood at the hotel proprietor's elbow.
Looks all right | guess"
"All right! Why, sir, that safes
a stroke of genius, though | say t..
It's Il revelation. I'll guarantee there's
nothing like it in all the states-noth-
ing TO hold tallow dip to it,"
Mr.. Smart's professional pride APP
peared hurt at his clients very made
quate commendatlon.
Say, l didn't mean anything" Mr.
Hickman FASTENED TO explain. 81
have no doubt it's a fine safe. Come
an have a drink"
At the bar Mr.. Smart went through
the complete inventory Of the peculiar
beauties and distinctive merits of the
cold room.
Look at IT," he said enthusiastic
ally Biggest thing of It's kind I've
ever struck. Thirteen-inch walls, solid
concrete; patent flooring, damp-proof
rot-defyng, finest arrangement of cool
ing pipes ever laid-and then, the
door"
"Ah, it's a good door" the owner
assented.
$50 good that no one1l ever have an
other like 1t, you bet Firm couldn't
do another at the price
"To tell you the truth, sir. we're
doing this as an advertisement. Seer
All, YOU were lucky to get our firm to
handle this job, | can tell you. Why,
there's six inches solid Oregon pine
in that door. and the backing and fac
ing's the best one-an'-three-quarter-inch
chilled steel plate.
I'VE brought that door over In one
piece. Takes four men to lift it, yet
it swings on its hinges as easy as n
clock pendulum. Seen the LOCKE"
mo. Anything specials"
81 should say 1t is. That locks my
own invention, and I'll bet there's no
man in creation can pick 1t, If he
works all night
Nothing short of dynamite can
hurt It, Automatic, self-fastening, no
trouble to turn, an strong as Mig
gers love for watermelon That locks
daisy. she Is"
Mr.. Smart turned east with a four
figured check in his pocket, and ia
cob Hickman started in to enjoy his
new possession and the envy of all
other hotel keepers in the neighbor-
hood.
He came to love that safe--it was
the pride and JOY of his life. Also, II
became the dearest aversion Of his
friends and acquaintance, and of
everyone who came within earshot OF
him.
No matter where he might be or
what the subject of conversation, he
inevitably managed to steer 1t around
to the safe.
panions almost TO the verge Of insan-
ity, old Jeremiah MacLaren openly
informed him that, in his opinion, the
safe was a snare of the devil that
Mr.. Hickman's pride in 1t was nothing
less than sinful, and that sooner or
later he'd be visited by some~terrible
Judgment in consequence.
But Jerry MacLaren was Scot, and
rival hotelSeeper to boot; so It may
have been jealousy, and not mere plety,
which instigated his remarks.
One day when Jacob Hickman went
downstairs to pay one of his numerous
daily visits TO the safe, something hap
pened.
He unfastened the door, stepped In
side, and feeling a slight drag on the
loose alpaca jacket he was wearing,
gave sharp jerk. The action, If I'M
thinking was perfectly natural one.
Three seconds later there was a smart
click"
Swinging around Jacob Hickman
faced the safe door. II had closed be-
hind him.
The door opened outwards. That
slight jerk which had released his
iacket-caught. probably, in the door
knob--had set the heavy door in mo-
ton upon its well-oiled and nicely ad-
iusted hinges-and the patent auto
matte lock had done the rest.
Hickman was a stout man; it was
very hot day; and his forehead was
covered with drops Of perspiration
when he entered the safe.
His paralyzed brain suddenly awoke
and asserted itself, and he started 10
veil like a drunken Indian.
Unthinklng, yelled and hammered
at the door with his bare fists until he
was exhausted and his knuckles We're
bruised and bleeding.
BY and by his breath came back, and
he began to think with some meas
ure Of conference and to realize the
horror Of his position.
Here ne was a prisoner without
means of escape or hope Of release.
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