Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1924-08-13
CHAPTER vi

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Sanderson found his cigar unpalata-
Bile; the luncheon that should have
brought a feeling OF inner content
seemed suddenly distressing. He
waved a pencil at the man across the
desk.
BE explicit, Gordon Get down to
cases. You say the boy is wild.
admit 1t, but only after hours Have
you ever had a man who carried out
your orders more infinitely? You have
not. Does Bob know his business?
He does. We all have our fling. He'll
stop before he burns himself out And
It Is not interfering with his work"
Gordon, in charge Of construction,
shouted his answer "Granted, Mr..
Sanderson. I've heard of his parties.
but I've never seen him when he
couldn't ride a beam to the four
teenth. It's that COMPOUNDED who-the-
h-ll-are-you manner of his I'm COM
plainin' Of"
Il never saw that manner That IS"
JAnS' AoI 81 Ddu as you say
it is"
you wouldn't" Gordon fiddled with
his cigarette before continuing. "He
makes the dagoes think they're dagoes,
l guess. The men hate him. 1t slows
up tn work"
"Ill tell him." Sanderson promised
vaguely.
He found the telling not so simple,
and fiddled for an opening. He liked
loved the young devil He wouldn't
hurt him for the world. But Gordon
was right.
Bob he began slowly, ''what are
you, anyhow" He answered his own
question. "An American. Sure. So
is every other foreigner after he gets
his papers. couRtryman of ours.
| wasn't born here either, Bob"
Meaning, Uncle Jim?"
"Workmen are hard to get, Bob. Go
easy with them"
Wells stood up and waved a gran
eloquent hand at an imaginary la.
borer.
please, Pasquale, It grieves me to
point out that this bolt has been inse-
curely driven. l dislike mentioning it,
But it would cause this"-he slapped
the wall-''to be weak. That the
building might collapse is Of small
matter, but I appeal to your better
feelings ard love of humanity, which
should be paramount, to-"
Don't be funny, Bob. I'm serious
It's bad stuff. Won't CO."
Heard any complaints of the way
work."
His uncle's face twisted in a wry
smile.
That's the devil of It." he ADMIT
ted. eff you were falling down on
the job, could get at you fast enough
II II say, Bob, what
have you heard about the Fushiki
bridge job? Anything? Sanderson's
face lit with sudden intention, but he
waited for the answer
From what l heard Williams say
it's the job Of the century"
eff it were, I'd send one of the older
lHcl, DOD, II > just all Opeu-dUu-Snut
piece of trestling and bridging. with a
goodly bit Of film here and there.
Like WilliamS?"
Don't know him very we'll He wa
a senior when was entering. A
friend of Alberta's, isn't he?" This
was said with abstraction. Then !:
'Say, Uncle jim"
Eyes, Bob?" encouragingly.
"That Fushiki country is some place.
Goron-that Is, mperlalist-retreat,
and all that sort of thing. In the old
days even the missionaries were
afraid of that neck of the woods.
Don't blame them much, either. From
what I've heard, when there were 9th
er missionaries visiting us at Takusaki,
one or two Christianized Japanese fed
the fishes up there as sort of lesson
to their masters. How'd you ever
land such a jobf They aren't very
much on the big white brother there