New Britain herald., 1925-01-16
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I and ho gasped with a touch of hor- TOT. The swelling form and the rosy, smiling face of Oscar Fern might have been a nightmare. This was a wholo hour earlier than the time at which the president general ly appeared. Whats wrong. sammy" asked Fern. You look like the devil-- all shot, for U fact, No seep?"
 No sleep" muttercd Carney, his eyes on the floor.
 This damned touch of hot weather was what did it," Fern de- clared; "kind of bothered me my self"
 And he laughed apologetically, as if there was something ridiculous in the thought that anything could really trouble him in his sleep.
 What you need to do is to take day off,' Fern suggested. Damned if you don't look hard hit!"
 "A day off?" said Carney, selzing ,easily on grounds which would serve ras basis to work himself into an anger. "A day off? Where the devil would things be-"
 The president caught his breath, | drowned, and then looked somewhat agape over the head of his cashier.
 'Doggoned if you ain't right, sammy" he murmured. "Matter of fact. you never do take day off, do you?"
 If a vacation came up and stared me in the face" said Carney, T wouldn't know what to call it."
 That so? was talking to Green on the phone. He says it's true the F. l.. and M is going to build a branch line into the valley" Carney listened with half his mind, It was we'll enough to turn 1 the subject, but he brooded savagely on his injuries as he went on into his room. They had brought it on themselves. he vowed. And then he flung himself into his work with savage energy.
 But, in spite of himself, he found himself coming to pause every now and then, his eye possessed with a hay vision of his wife, Agnes, meet ing him at the door some night with a white face and saying: T know it all, know it all! Oh, Sammy dear, We won't talk about 1t. l don't accuse you. l know it was for Clare's sake and mine-but, oh, God, Sammy, we've thrown away our honor and We can never get it back again! We've thrown away our honor and nothing in the world can ever bring it back"
 Always he came out of this dream to hear his assistant murmuring be- side him: ''I say. MT. Carney, if you, l want to bring this little mat ter, to your attention and"
 When noon came he did not eat. Instead he took walk through the fierce sun. He filled his lungs to the bottom with air. Then he came back and went at his work again.
 The heavy footfall of the fat presi- dent entered the bank an hour and d half later Oscar Fern kept Paris hours as far as the monday meal was concerned. And Carney ground his teeth.
 You fat faced fooI!" he snarled to himself. You have the front. But who does the wark? Who has the brains? Who's holding you up? do it, l do it.'
 Here there was murmur from the little untitled bell in his room. It was a summons from the presi- dent. and he went in slowly. gather ing up on the way two letters about which he must consult Fern. He found Fern tilted back in his chair with his thumbs hooked into the armholes of his vest, his rubber heels on the top of the desk and fat cigar in his mouth. He was drowning at the ceiling and rolling the cigar from one side ef his mouth to the other, champing at it nervous ly, He paid TO attention to Carney as the latter entered.
 Here's another letter from Dun dee about the terms" began Casney. Damn Dundec!" said Oscar Fern. T want to talk to you, Sammy"
 Heard good yarn" asked the cashier with a secret contempt.
 How much money have you savcd?"
 "Why-asfew thousand-"
 Flows Agnes?" blurtcd out the president
 It made Carney start, almost rise from his chair.
 Shes the same"
 You ought to get her cot of town. Silence
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