New Mexico state record. (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1914-19??, 1921-06-24

ana you've got twenty minutes 10 ihah'
it against the Flyers leaving tlihe'
he ripped out. Can you do it,
Gorcher said he could, if he dldn'
have to lose any more time getting
his order changed.
Let her go!" snapped the S
I'm taking all the responsibility"
That was enough for Gorcher, I'M
the way we hustled out of the Bahtf
yard was a caution. In exactly eieh
minutes out of Banta we tore over TN
switches at Arroyo. That left us ter
miles to go, and twelve minutes IL
which to make them. 1t was easy
A yardman let us in on the spur a
the end of the headquarters building
and the boss was off in half a JlHy
Come along with me, Jimmie NJ
commanded quickly, and l couldn7
imagine why he was in such a tearlhi
hurry. Pushing through the platform
crowd, made up of people who were
getting off the Flyer" and those VIII
We're waiting to get on, he led the way
straight upstairs to our offices.
OF course, there was nobody there
at that time of night, and the place
was all dark until we switched thu
electrics on. There was a little lava
tory off the third room of h suite
and Mr.. Norcross went in n washed
his face and hands. In Il minute o.
two he came out, put on his Office
coat, opened up his desk, lighted {
cigar and sat down at the desk "a
though he had just CONF In from {
late dinner at the club. And still h'
had me guessing,
The guess didn't have to wait long
While | was making q bluff at uncov
ering my typewriter and getting ready
for business there was n heavy steI
in the hall, and n red-faced, portll
gentleman with fat eyes and little
close-cropped English side-whisker'
came bulging in. He had a light top
coat on his arm, and his tan gloves
we're an exact match for his spats.
Good evening"" he said, modelling
sort Of brusquely at the boss. I'm
looking for the general managers of
fee"
you've found it," said the boss
crisply,
The tan-gloved gentleman looked
first at me and then at Mr.. Norcross
"You are the chief clerk, perhapsT
he suggested, pitching the query II
the general direction of the big desk
Hardly" was the curt rejoinder
my name is Norcross. What can
do for you?'
If | didn't hate slang so bad,
should say that the portly man looked
as If he were going to throw a fit.
"Not-not Graham NorcrossT' h'
stammered.
"Well, yes; | am 'Graham'-to my
friends. Anything elseY"
The portly gentleman subsidized into
a chair.
There is some misunderstanding
about this" he said, his voice thicken
ing a little-wlth anger, | thought
"Aiy name Is Dismuke, and | am the
general manager of this railroad"
II wouldn't dispute the name, bu'
your title is away OFF" said Mr.. Nor
cross, as cool as a handful of dry
snow. "Who appointed you, If / may
ask?"
president Dunton and the board o.
directors, Of course"
THE same authority appointed me
something like three months ago" wa
the calm reply. $50 far as | know
| am still at the head of the com
pany's staff in Portal City"
The gentleman who had named him
self Dismuke pulled out his cheeks ant
looked as if he were about to ex
plOde.
This is a devil of a mess!" h,
raped out. II under5tood-we al
understood in New York-that you haC
resigned 7"
"Well, ] haven't" retorted the boss
shortly. And then he stuck the knit,
in good and deep and twisted 1t around
There is a commercial telegraph wire
In the Hotel Billiard, where ! suppose