The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1923-02-03

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gest that the years were passing; but
Lamb, petting other hobbies, had lost
interest. "Oh, I'll start it up some
day, maybe. II I don't, I may turn
it over to my heirs; it's always an
asset, worth something or other, of
course. Well probably take il up
some day. though, you and t.
The sun persistently declined to
rise on that day. and, as time went
| on, Adams saw that his rather timid
urgings bored his employer, and he
| ceased to bring up the subject. Lamb
| apparently forgot all about glue, but
/ Adams discovered that unfortunately
there was some one else who remem.
bered it.
It's really yours" she argued,
that painful day when for the first
| time she suggested his using his
| knowledge for the benefit Of himself
and his family. Mr.. Campbell might
have had a right to part of it, but he
died and didn't leave any kin, so It
belongs to you"
| Suppose J. A. Lamb hired me to
saw some wood" Adams said. would
| the sticks belong to me?"
He hasn't got any right to take
your invention and bury it, she pro-
| tested. What good is 1t doing him
if he doesn't do anything with it?
| What good is 1t doing anybody? None
in the world! And what harm would
if do him If you went ahead ana did
this for yourself and for your chill
/ dren? None in the world! And what
could he do to you If he was old pig
enough to get angry with you for do
| ing it? He couldn't do a single thing,
and you've admitted he couldn't, your.
self. So what's your reason for de-
| priving your children and your wife
Of the benefits you know you could
give emp"
| Nothing but decency." he an
| swered; and she had her reply ready
| for that. It seemed to him that strive
az he would. he could not reach her
/ mind with even the plainest language;
| while everything that she said to him,
| with such vehemence, sounded like
/ SC much obstinate gibberish over
and over he pressed her with the same
| illustration. on the point of ownership,
/ though he thought he was varying it
Suppose he hired me to build him
a house; would that be my house?"
| He didn't hire you to build him
a house. You and Campbell In
vented"
| Look here; suppose you give a cook
a soup-bone and some vegetables, and
| pay her to make you a soup; has she
| got a right to take and sell it? You
| know better!'
4 know one thing; if that old man
| tried to keep your own invention from
| = on he's no better than a robber."
| They never found any point OF con.
| act in all their passionate discussions
| If this ethical question; and the ques-
| zion was no more settled between
| them, now that Adams had sue
| cumbed. than it had ever been. But
| lt least the WI angling about it was
over; they were grave together al
most silent, and an uneasiness pre-
vailed with her as much as with him.
He had already been out of the
| house. to walk about the small green
ward: and on Monday afternoon he
| sant for a taXicab and went down
| OWN, but kept a long way from the
wholesale section" where stood the
| formidable old oblong pile of Lamb
| K Co. He arranged for the sale Of the
bonds he had laid away. and for plac.
| NJ a mortgage upon mis- house and
On his way home. after o'clock. he
! went to see. an old friend a man
whose term of service with Lamb &
%. was even a little longer than his
own
This veteran, returned from the
lays work, was sitting in front Of
| ne apartment house where he lived,
2Ut when the cab stopped at the curb
nc rose and came forward. Offering
| iocular greeting. well, well, Virgil
Adams! I always thought you had a
sporty streak in you. Travel in your
own hired private automobile nova
days, do you? Pamperin' yourself be
cause you're still layin' off sick, I ex-
pect."
"Oh, I'm well enough again, Charley
LOhr." Admas said, as he got out and
shook hands. Then, telling the driver
10 wait, he took his friends arm
| walked to the bench with him. and
sat down. Il been practically well for
some time" he said. I'm fxin' to
get into harness again"
''Bein' sick has certainly produced
4 change Of heart in you" his friend
laughed You're the last man 1 ever
aSpected to see BLOWN yourself-or
anybody else-to a taxicab! For that
| matter. I never heard of you bein' in
any kind of a cab, Hess'n it might
be when you been pall-bearer for
somebody. What's come over you?"
We'll. I got to turn over a new
leaf. and that's a fact" Adams said.
I got a lot to do, and the only way
to accomplish it, it's got to be done
soon, or I won't have anything to live
on while I'm doing it."
What you talkin' about? What
YOU got to do except to get strong
enough to come back to the old
placer"
We'll" Adams paused, then
coughed, and said slowly, Fact, Char
ley Lohr, been thinking likely I
wouldn't come back"
What! What you talkin' about?"
No." said Adams. II been thinking
[ might likely kind Of branch out on
my own account"
We'll, I'll be doggonedr' Old Char
ley Lohr was amazed; he ruffled up his
gray moUstache with thumb and fore
finger, leaving his mouth open be
meath, Ike a dark cave under a