Emmons County record. [volume] (Williamsport, D.T. [i.e. N.D.]) 1884-current, 1921-08-18

him until he was good and ready to
get up.
He turned out little before twelve,
looking sort of haggard and drawn. of
course, und having some pretty bad
burns on the side of his neck and on
the backs Of both hands. But he was
all there. as usual, and he laid good,
brotherly hand on my shoulder when
he saw what l was doing.
"1'hey don't make many of them like
you. Jimmie" he said. And then:
Have you any news?'
had, a little, and gave 1t to him.
Fred May had come tip-toeing up into
my sentry corridor about ten o'clock
to tell me that Mr.. Perkins had ar
ranged with the strikers to have spe-
cial go east with the major and Mrs.
Sheila and Collngwood's body to
catch the Overland at Sedgwlck and 1
told the boss this. and that the train
had been gone for an hour or more.
Also, ] gave him sealed package
that strange boy had brought up
just a little while after May went
away. We took the elevator to the
grill-room for something to eat, and
at table Mr.. Norcross opened the pack
age. 1t contained bunch of af1ida-
Wits, eleven Of them In all, and there
was no letter or anything to tell where
they had come from.
He handed the papers over to me,
after he had seen what they we're
sort of frowned across the table at me
and said: do you know what 1t
means-thfs surrender of those bribe
affidavits, Jimmie?
said guessed did; that Hatch
being dead, and Collingwood, too, there
wasn't nerve enough left in the Red
Tower outfit to keep up the fight; that
the surrender Of the affidavits was a
kind of a plea for let-up on our
part.
"We'll begin to show them, in just
about fifteen minutes, Jimmie" was
the short comment. Reach over and
get that telephone and tell Mr.. Ripley
and Mr.. Billoughby that want them
to meet me at my Office at half-past
twelve. Any news from the striker
Nothing" l told him, while Seen
tral' was getting me Mr.. Ripley's num-
Der. Erred May said it was going on
just the same; everything quiet and
nothing doing, except that the wreck
Ing train had gone out to pick up the
scraps at Timber Mountain ~ Kir-
gan is bossing it, and the strikers
manned it for him."
Nothing more was said until after !
had sent the two phone messages, and
then the boss broke out in new spot.
HAS anything been heard from Mr.,
Van Britt?" he asked.
"Not that l know Of"
Again he gave me that queer little
scowl across-the table,, .g
"Jimmie, have you found out yet
why Mr.. Van Britt insisted on quit.
| ting the servicer'
l guess I grinned 4 little, though
tried not to.
'Mr. Van Britt is one of the best
friends you've got" said. HE thought
you needed this strike, and he wanted
to go out among the payroll men and
sort of help it along. He couldn't dc
thing like that while he was an Of
ficer Of the company and drawing hi.
pay like the rest of u.s."
| II might have known-he rs good a,
told me-" was the reply, made kind
of half-absently; and then, short an6
quick: "How's the stock market? Hav.
you seen paper!"
| had seen both papers, at break
fast-time. but of course they had moth
Ing startling in them except last
minute account of the wreck ut Tim
Der mountain. ~" grabbed of JUS
before they went to press. The,
couldn't have anything later from New
York than the day before. But Fret
May had tipped me of when he came
up to tell me about the Major Ken
drick special. The newspaper office.
were putting out bulletins by tina
time.
told Mr.. Norcross about the bull
letins and was brash enough to add
Were headed for the receivership al
right, l guess; our stock has tumblet
to Twenty-Five, and there's a regula
dog-fght going on over it at the rail
road post in the Exchange. Wal
Streets afire and burning up, so the
say"
The chief hadn't eaten enough t,
keep cat alive. but at that he pushe,
his chair back and reached for hi
hat.
| "Come on Jimmie" he snapped
We've got to get busy. And Their
isn't going to be any receivership."
We reached the railroad headqual
ters-which were as dead and quiet q
a sraveyard-a little before Mr.. RiF
| ley and Billoughby got down. Bu
Mr.. Editor Cantrell was there, waitin
to shoot IN anxious question at Ii
boss.
i .well. Norcross, arc Jon ready I
talk now1'' ID. IN
| mot Just yet; tomorrow, maybe,
vas the good-natursd rsjolndae.