Emmons County record. [volume] (Williamsport, D.T. [i.e. N.D.]) 1884-current, 1921-06-09

lOpSS. 1ut ~ was AO use. saw
some of Tarbell's reports, and they
didn't show any crookedness. 1t
seemed to be just bad luck-one land
slide after another of 1t.
Meanwhile, New York had walked up
again. President Duntbn had been off
the job somewhere, guess. but now
lie was back, and the things he wired
to the boss were enough to make your
hair stand on end. l looked every day
to see Mr.. Norcross pitch the whole
shOoting-match into the fire and quit.
cold.
He'd never taken anything like Mr..
Dunton's abuse from anybody before,
and he couldn't seem to get hardened
to 1t. But he was loyal to Mr.. Chad
wick; and, Of course. he knew that
Mr.. Dunton's> hot wires were mean,
to nag him into resigning. Then there
was Mrs. Sheila. l sort of suspected
she was holding him up to the rack,
every day and every minute of the
day.
1t was one evening after he had
been out to the majors for just
little while, and had come back to the
office, that he sent for Mr.. Van Britt.
who was also working. late. There was
blood on the moon, and saw it in the
way the boss jaw was working.
"Upton," he began, as short as pie
crust, shave you thought of any way to
break this wreck hoOdoO yet?"
Mr.. Van Britt sat down and crossed
his solid little legs.
IF had. shouldn't be losing sleep
at the rate of five or six hours q
night" he rasped.
''There's one thing that we haven't
tried" the boss shot back. "We've
been advertising 1t as bad luck, keep
ing our own suspicious to ourselves
and letting the men believe what they
pleased. Well change all that. I
want you to call your trainmen in as
fast as YOU can get at them. Tell
them-frOm me, If you want to-that
there isn't any bad luck about it +;
that the enemies Of this management
are making an organized raid on the
property itself for the purpose Of put
ting us out Of the fight. Tell them
the whole story, If you want to: how
were trying our best to make spoon
out of spoiled horn. and how there
Is an army Of grafters and wreckers
in this state which Is doing its worst
to knock US out of the box.
IF you give the force something
tangible to lay hold Of, it will work
the needed miracle. It is only the
mysterious that terrifies. Railroad en-
ployes, as a whole, are perfectly in
telligent human. beings, open to con-
viction. The management which doesn't
profit by that fact is lame. If you do
this and appeal to the loyalty of the
men, you will make private detec-.
tive out Of every man in the train
service. and every one of them keen
to be the first to catch the wreckers.
You can add a bit of a reward for
that, If you like, and I'll pay 1t out
of my own bank account"
For a full minute our captive mill
lionaire didn't say word. Then he
grinned like good-natured little
Chinese god.
"Who gave you this idea Of taking
the payroll into your confidence, Ora
-ham?" he asked softly.
For the first time in all the weeks
and months I'd been knowing bin, the
boss lodged; lodged just like any Of
us might. LA
tive been talking to Major Ken
drick," he said. HE is wise old
man, Upton. and he hears good many
things that don't get printed In the
newspapers"
I could see that this excuse didn't
fool Mr.. Van Britt for a single In
slant. and there was look in his
eye that I couldn't quite understand.
Neither could make much out Of what
he said.
''We'll go into that little deeper
some day, Graham-after this epilep-
tic attack has been fought off. This
idea-which you confess isn't your
owns pretty shrewd one, and l
shouldn't wonder If. It would work,
If we can get 1t in motion before the
hoodoo breaks us wide open. And, as
you say, the accusation is justiflable,
even IL we can't prove up against the
Hatch outfit. That turned-over rail In
Petrolite Canyon. for example, might
have been helped along by
It was Kelso, Mr.. Van Britt's stem
OgraDher. smashed in with the inter-
ruption. He was in his shirt-sleeves,
as II he'd Just got up from his type
writer, and he rushed in with his
mouth open and his eyes like saucers.
..They- they. want you In the dis
patcher's office =" he painted, jerking
the words out at Mr.. Van Britt 'Dur-
gin has let Number Five get by for q
htad- ender with the Flyer. and he's
sims crasyi. .1.ss
Continued Next Week)