The L'Anse sentinel., 1921-06-03


should say that the portly man looked
as If he were going to throw tit.
"Not-not Graham Norcross?" he
stammered.
+ "Well, yes; I am 'Graham'-to my
friends. Anything else?"
The portly gentleman subsidized into
a chair.
There is some misunderstanding
about this" he said, his voice thicken-
ing a little-with anger, l thought.
"My name is Dismuke, and / am the
general manager of this railroad"
Il wouldn't dispute the name, but
your title is away off," said Mr.. Nor
cross, as. cool as handful of dry
snow. "Who appointed you, IL may
askT
president Dunton and, the board of
directors, of course"
'The same authority appointed me,
something like three months ago." was
the calm reply. $50 far as know.
l am still at the head of the COM
pany's stafr in Portal City,"
The gentleman who had named him
self Dismuke puffed out his cheeks and
looked as If he were about to ex-
plode.
This is devil of a messl" he
raped out. II understood--we all
understood In New York-that you had
resignedw
swell, haven't" retorted the boss
shortly. And then he stuck the knife
In good and deep and twisted It around.
There is commercial telegraph wire
In the Hotel Billiard, where / suppose
you will put up, Mr.. Dlsmuke, and I'm
sure you Will find 1t entirely at your
service. If you have anything further
to say to me / hope 1t will keep until
after this office opens in the morning.
am very busy, just now"
l mighty nearly gasped. This Dis
nuke was the new general manager.
appointed, doubtless In all good faith,
by the president and sent out to take
charge Of things. And here was the
boss practically ordering him out Of
the office-teling him that his room
was better than his company
The portly man got out of his chair,
putting like steam-engine.
"Well see about this |" he threat
ened. "You've been here three months
and you haven't done anything but
muddle things until the stock of the
company isn't worth much more than
the paper it's printed onl If can
get a clear wire to New York, you'll
have word from President Dunton to-
morrow morning telling you where you
get orr
To this Mr.. Norcross made no reply
whatever, and the heavy-footed gentle
man stumped out, saying things to
himself that wouldn't look very well
In print. When the hall door below
gave big slam to let us know that
he was still going, the boss hopked
across at me with a sour grln Trin-
killing around his eyes.
"Now you know why made Gorcher
break all the rules of the service get
ting here, Jimmie" he said. "Pos-
session is nine points Of the law, and
In this case 1t was rather important
that Mr.. Dismuke shouldn't find the
outfit without head and these offices
of ours unoccupled." He rose, stretched
his arms over his head like tired
boy, and reached for the golf cap he
kept to wear when he went out to
knock around In the shops and yard.
Lets 60 up to the hotel and see II
we can break into the cafe, Jimmie"
he finished up. Later on, well wire
Mr.. Chadwick; but that can wait. I
haven't had square meal In four
days"
~ .
With everybody supposing he had
resigned and left the country, guess
there were all kinds of nine-minutes'
wonder in Portal City, and all along
the Short Line, when the word went
out that Mr.. Norcross was back on the
Job and running 1t pretty much the
same as II nothing had happened.
After supper, on the night Of his
return from the hide-out, he had sent
long code message to Mr.. Chadwick,
and q short one to President Dunton;
and though didn't see the reply to
either, I guess Mr.. Chadwlck's an
swer, at least. was the right kind. be-
cause our track renewing campaign
went into commission again with a
slam, and all the reform policies took
sure-enough fresh start and began to
hump themselves, with Juneman work
Ing the newspapers to finish.
We heard nothing further from Mr..
Dismuke, the portly gentleman In the
tan spats, though he still stayed on at
the Bullard. We saw him occasional
~ at meal times, and twice he was
eating at the came table with Hatch
and Henckel. That placed him all
right for us, though I guess ne didn't
need much placing.
wondered little at 1rst that Mr..
Norcross didn't take the clue that
Branderby. the Mountaineer reporter,
had given N and tear loose on the
gang that had trapped him. He didn't !;
or didn't seem to. From the 6rst hour
Of the first day he was up q his neck
pushing things for the new eompany
formed Tor the purpose of putting Red
Tower out Of business, and ho wouldn't
take minutes tino for anyth1ns -