The Nome daily nugget., 1935-02-16
THE GREAT HI.
 R
By R. H. WILKINSON o. Bell syndlcate.-wNU Service.

A His full name was Henry Isadore Darrell. However, he dis liked Henry" and so let 1t become known he was to be addressed as HI. l."
 | The more intimate of his associ- ates called him "Hi," which was to the great mans liking.
 He had risen from the ranks.
 He was typical self-made man.
 At forty he was head of a great textile plant, a plant in which 25 years before, he had served as bob bin boy.
 When the depression hit New England the Darrell mill did not discontinue operations.
 It kept going. employing a full capacity of laborers.
 True, in order to meet competi- ton, 1t slashed prices, lessened the quality of Its product And to off, set this reduction in its income it cut wages. Cut them to the bone. But 1t kept going. Full time. Night and day. Employing full roster of men and women.
 It was all due. they said. to the Ingenuity of H. l.
 It was his brains that kept the men at work.
 Other mills in other towns near by went on half time. quarter time, closed down entirely. But II. Is great plant In Martinsville con tlnued to operate.
 H. I. was very proud. He received the plaudits of the people of Martinsville with an ap preciatlve little smlle He understood how they felt. He could place himself in their position. For wasn't once he, the Great H. l., bobbin boy in the mill which he now controlled?
 H. I. worked night and day, ne gotlatlng, dickering, quoting prices. And the orders continued to roll in.
 The looms were never idle. l Fortunately, H. I. had the fore sight to surround himself with bril- liant men.
 During his climb up the ladder he had the ingenuity to benefit by his association with others. And when he reached the top he didn't forget.
 He studied the records of the men who had been employed at the plant for years on end. And he positions to which they were most fitted. And when all the appoint ments were completed, H. I. looked over his little army of executives and was satisfied. And he, the Great H. l., was the head of one of the most powerful industrial organizations in the coun- try.
 H. l., like most folks. had antici- pated an early recovery from the depression.
 He was,- In fact, quite astounded when, in 1882, the good old United States was wallowing quite help lessly and quite a good deal deeper in the muck of inertia. But. Fl. l. didn't waste any time fretting or complaining. 5g
 Instead he worked even harder. Frequently he took business trips to New York; more frequently he stayed up half the night bending over sheaves of fgures-quotations, prices, discounts and what not.
 And 1t wasn't long before those closely associated with the great man and members of his immediate family began to perceive a change in the textile king. The strain of overwOrk and too late hours was beginning to tell. Dark circles appeared under his eyes.
 Flesh fell away from his body. Follows appeared in his cheeks. A dullness came to his eyes.
 In short, H. 1. was beginning to slow up. A He wasn't as quick as he once had been, or as sure. Maurice Barnstead. H. Is chief executive, suggested a rest. H. I. looked at him in mingled anger and puzzlement. Rest! !" he thundered. "Rest Me? Don't be an idiot. Maurice Why, what would happen to the | mill if should go away1 What would happen, eh?"
 You can't ruin your health." Maurice protested mildly. You can't go on forever. We'd | just have to struggle along with out you."
 Bah! Who put this mill where It is today, eh? Who besides the great H. l.? Talk sense, Maurice. Should I go away it would be the end. The mill would close. All | these good people would be out of work. Then what, eh?" But Maurice had read the hand writing on the wall. IJ Within a months time something snapped inside H. Is head.
 He seemed daEed. unable to think.