Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, September 29, 1914, Page 2

PAGE TWO THE CRAZE FOR MORE By GERTRUDE MORRISON. ————— (Copyright.) The door opened and slammed. “Mornin’, boss.” The loud veice heralded swaggering steps. The jaunty tonme, the turnip-- like odor of bad whisky, caused his employer to wheel from his desk;and glance sharply at the face toughened and inflamed by recent hard drinking. “So it's you.” “Yep! I've come back.” His forced air belled his bravado. “Mr. Jackson, I've come back to draw what's comin’ to me.” His eyes fell before his employer’s steady gaze. “Bar'bry,” he began, not unkindly, “this won’t do.” He toyed with his morning’s mail, his habit when pondering what to say. The workman jerked off his hat. “I want you to go home now and straighten up. Get yourself ready to come out Monday.” “It's no use. We can’t” The dog- gedness of the answer went home to Jackson with a strange hurt. He | turned from the look in Bar'bry’s face. it is never easy to face failume in hu- man guise. This time the strength of his “we” prevailed to pull him down s little in the other’s fall. “I can't. I've tried to make a man of myself, and can’t. You'd best let me go.” “No. Go home now. You're in no ocondition for work. But I want to see you out Monday. Fll have John put you on those flange-fires agaln.” The thought of delayed work wrinkled the business man’s brow into a frown.. “Why can’t you let the stuff alone?” | “I can’t. I've tried it and failed.” The knuckles of his huge hand stood out white as he gripped his rusty slouch hat. “You can, it you fight for it. You will never find a better place to try, | Bar'bry. My boys are as clean a set of fellows as you'll find in the coun- try.” “Yes, the fellers’ are all right. I ain’t got anything again’ Johnnfe, meither, nor you, Mr. Jackson. You've used me square.” - “Then use me square now, Bar'bry. ‘You know I need you. We're back on our orders.” The distant clstter of a steam-rivet- er broke the monotonous creak of ma- | chinery. “Come! Brace up, Pat! Don't give up yet. You work along pretty stead- fly for three or four months. You get yourself into good clothes. You must try again.” “If things was different at home,” Jackson knew about that cnlcl;' tempered, shrill-tongued wife whose overtrying to manage well resulted in a pititul nagging. He knew, too, that some things go unsaid. “Bar'dry, be a man.” “Tll try, sir.” The man rose in favor with his fel- ows; leaned on the handle of uis sledgs, and shook in a deep-chested laugh as he joked with young Dick, his helper, and the others. They yielded him the precedence physical prowess commands among the unlet- tered. To the men of neighboring works they boasted of his biceps. They also liked his unassuming ways. Perhaps, too, the prize ring, from which he came, was reflected in a cer tain halo around his head. Somehow, they never cared to question him about his skill with the gloves. Once Johnnie, by virtue of his superior po- sition as foreman afid his meager size, dared to probe ever so little. The fellow shook his head, said the ring was rough on a man, and brought his sledge dowg with bangs that drove even Johnnie into retreat. When bits of his roaring laughter no longer accented the rhythm of the machines, when his face grew stern, drawn, a hunted look creeping into his eyes, the fight was on. His blows rose and fell in new flerceness; could he have beaten out under thém the thirst that raged within, he would have conquered. His creed embraced only one way to meet an enemy—to stand up to him in the ring. He shook off the little woman who showed a suspicious de- sire to go down town with him every evening. He stood his treat as of old, but his tongue wetted his lips unceas- ingly. “It's like you and I wanting a drink of water ever so often,” explained the junior partner to the stenographer, giving the back of her chalr a friend- ly shake. “Nothing so bad as a tramp bollermaker. We know, don't we, little girl?” e He strode across the floor and twirled out from the wall the chair beside her desk. “And say,” leaning confidentially to- ward her—*say, Thanksgiving’s com- ing, and mince pies, with something in them that warms the cockles of my heart. Watch your birdle out there fly if he tastes those ples.” The bookkeeper opined that the fel- low ought to keep away altogether from the saloon. That was not Bar'dry’s creed. He knew only one way—to stand up@in the ring. i A new turn developed. <Johnnie gathered it on the streets the: some- times he interfered to save others from his fate—not those hardened, seasoned ones who, for the sake of fel- lowship, drank-a few glasses every night and a bit too much on holidays. That was sport, and Bar'bry was not the man to stop it. S PSS SPP, But sometimes, when a lad was be- ing drawn in too far, it was as if he detected unfair play in the combina- tion of good cheer and light warmth which the saloon pitted against a dingy, fifth-rate room, lonesomeress, and only a lad’s power of resistance. He ‘undertook to restrain young Dick Piney, his helper; to reinforce his faint refusal to that most success- ful “continuous chain” ever devised, “My treat now.” Bar'bry himself re- vived under that more tangible aspect of the fight. One cold, crisp night he arrived late to find, off in a corner of the saloon, the lad a slumpy heap, muttering over and over: “See dem lights in the tubes.” The firm heard afterward how Bar- bry shook him into partial rousing. The barkeepers, noting his huge, ges- (L We can save you money on Wagons. Our stock of | and 2-horse Wagons is complete, and if you need a Wagq for hauling fruit this fall, see us. A We sell the “COLUMBUS” make and the name is a guarantee of quality, ticulating fists, had not cared to in- |y terfere when he started down the track toward the boy's lodgings. Dick, white and sick, stumbled along, begged with returning con- sciousness to be allowed to sink down, but held fast to a bottle still nearly full. They know that Bar'bry must have walked him up and down the track until there was no more danger from the heavy stupor. " The boy himself remembered that finally the bottle dropped from his ' fingers; and he recalled that the man, bending over him in his barren room, turned away with a flerce, “Lord, boy, it’s hell.” The tight-leashed snarl in the last word partially sobered him, and came back to him in critical hours. As for Bar’bry, they know only that he fled with that cry on his lips wrung l in torture by the fumes of liquor with ! which the boy’s hot breath filled the | at the grimy window that overlooked stuffy little room; that he appeared at the saloon with an empty bottle in his band and a craze for more. They think they know how, retrac- ing his steps, he must have come upon the bottle dropped from the boy’s | strings; and for the brass, the rumble | g5 goes the story, was Rudolph of limp hand. There, as he stood alone, ' of crane and blows of sledge. In the MODEL HARDWARE, Go. Phone No. 340 C. L. TODD, My, We Want Y5UR Business mmmwmfi‘mm 'D?Q'Q:‘J‘Z@WWWWSI%’W 05088 sacrifice. In less than a year he left, saying, “No man 1s my price. Il git him, or I'lI—" Long after the junior partner stood the flange-fires and listened to the din of the shop. The peau of labor was a mechanical orchestra—its high chatter of riveters for the woodwind; the creak and clank of gearing, the in the waste of snow, mocked by the | full, humdrum roar one marked un- lines of steel that rushed past him in | consciously the part of each machine. chill indifference, lured by the lights of the saloon up the track, his enemy dealt him a deadly blow for whose insidiousness he had no parry. You have noticed some spot where machines stand motionless and the boards are strewn with saws, chisels, hammers, gloves stiff to the shape of the hands from which they fell when the whistle blew “time up?” You have found, perhaps, that a slender rope stil swayed with an echo of their activity? It was so with Bardry. He never came back. His wife disappeared in search of him. The firm, Mary’s own, understood it as man for man, and challenged not the divine balance; but in the vineyard of Martha they have evolved that curiously virile creed, re- flected in Bar’dbry’s ring, which reads “map. to man” _Dick rejected the The junior partner felt an instinc- tive, troubled calling for a note that was lacking—Bar’bry’s deep-chested laugh. “It's a hard world, little girl, and don’t you wish you had as few years left in which to get knocked out as I have? Out of the silent past a slender cord still quivered, for he was thinking of that lump of sodden and breaking manhood, and wondered if the forces that made his “ring” had been “rough on a man? Shirtwalst Noveities. Shirtwaists of white organdie, to which are attached men's walstooats of white pique, with pockets at the ‘waist-line and flat silver buttons, are a novelty that deserves attention, A KINDNESS MADE HAPSBURGS [ Founder of the Family Was Rewarded With the Crown of Grateful Monk. ——— 1 The origin of the Hapsburgs, the | royal house of Austria, 18 more won- ! derful than a romance. The founder, Hapsburg, a young Swiss count, poor and obscure. One day while riding in the chase he came to a stream, beside which was a monk, who was In great distress at not being able to cross over. He told the young count that he had been symmoned to give the last sacraments to a dying person, but was unable to perform that duty. The count ‘ monk to the saddle, who crossed the stream and hurried to his destination. back, with the warmest thanks. . “God forbid,” said the count, “that I ried the Savior to a dying man,” and gent the horse to the monk as a gift to the church. In course of time the monk became chaplain to the prince | elector of Mentz. A new emperor was i patron to present the name of Count Rudolph to the assembled electors, leaped from his horse, helped the The next day the monk sent the horse should ever ride a horse that has car | to be chosen. The monk persuaded his and the poor count of Hapsburg was ! e — astoutided one day Lo find Thal by been chosen to wear the crown qf g, Holy Roman empire. Just One Thing After Anothe, Hub—I've given up drinking, sy ing and golf to please you, still yoy not satisfled. Now what else 4o yy want me to give up? Wife—Well, you might give up i 1 need a new gown.—Boston Eveyl Transcript. ( Evening Frocks. Some of the new evening frocks i trimmed with ostrich. One that very effective is made of deep taffeta. 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