Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, October 2, 1914, Page 2

PAGE TWO THE EVENING TELEGRAM LAKELAND, FLA, OCT. 2, 19i4 e s SRR BTBIBABCH B0 BT 80 3 3 Jackson knew about that qujck-! But sometimes, when a lad was be- overtrying to manage well resulted in a pitiful nagging. He knew, too, that some things go unsaid. “Bar’bry, be a man.” “n try, sir.” The man rose in favor with his fel- ows; leaned on the handle of uis sledge, and shook in a deep-chested laugh as he joked with young Dick, his helper, and the others. They ylelded 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 THE CRAZE FOR MORE By GERTRUDE MORRISON. == (Copyright.; The door opened and slammed. “Mornin’, boss.” The loud voice heralded swaggeriag steps. The jaunty tone, 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.” » hich he came, was reflected in a cer- “Yep! I've come back.” His forced | ¥ s alr belled his bravado. “Mr. Jackson, | taln balo around his head. Somehow, they never cared to question him about his skill with the gloves. Once »q | Johnnie, by virtue of his superior po- “::;y exeh" Defaze IR eipRo TRt s sition as foreman and his meager size, « " dared to probe ever so little. The Bar'bry,” he began, not “""“‘""'lmlow shook his head, said the ring | I've come back to draw what's comin’ to me.” “this won't do.” 5 was rough on a man, and brought his He toyed with his morning's mail, | 1 400" g0 with bangs that drove his habit when poudem;s h‘:‘“;: 157 | evan Johnnte into retreat. The workman jerked o s ha “I want you to go home now and Wlhnn bits of his hroulng laughter hten up. Get yourself ready to no longer accented the rhythm of the stralgl MP' e machines, when his face grew stern, ooiS out Monday. AR drawn, a hunted look creeping into It's no use. We can’t. h: °t' bis eyes, the fight was on. His blows gednees of the answer went home 10| .01 fell in new flerceness; could Jackson with a strange hurt. He |, ™ oo 4 oocen out under them th ) 5 e turned from the look in Bar'bry's face. | yyre¢ that raged within, he would It 18 never easy to face fallure in hu- |y 0.0 onanered. man guise. This time the strength of a littlo In the other's fall. in the ring. He shook off the little 1 can't. I've tried to make & mal | goman who showed a suspicious de- of Illy&:lf. and can’t. You'd best let | yre ¢4 go down town with him every me go. i evening. He stood his treat as of old, “No. Go home now. You're in no | py4 hig tongue wetted his lips unceas- ocondition for work. But I want to see | yz)y you out Monday. I'll bave John Put, —.pp ke you and I wanting a drink you on those flange-fires agaln.” The | ¢ yater gver so often,” explilned the thought of delayed work wrinkled the | yyn40r partner to the stemographer, business man’s brow into a frown., giying the back of her chair a friend “Why can't you let the stuff alone?” ||y ghaxe, “Nothing so bad as a “I can’t. I've tried it and fafled.” | ¢ramp boflermaker. We know, don't The knuckles of his huge hand we |fttle girl?” ) stood out white as he gripped hisrusty | pe gtrode across the floor and slouch hat. twirled out from the wall the chalr “You can, if you fight for it. You pegide her desk. will never find a better place to try, | «snq gay,” leaning confid Bar'bry. My boys are as clean a set | warq he?i" 2 T"..‘...x...v“&i’»:"i.,'n‘: of fellows as you'll find in the coud- 'yg, and mince ples, with something try.” in them that warms the cockles of “Yes, the fellers are all right I my heart. Watch your birdie out aln’'t got anything again’ Johnnie, there fly if he tastes those ples.” meitker, nor you, Mr. Jackson. You've The bookkeeper opined that the fel- used me equare.” low ought to keep away altogether “Then use me square now, Bardry. (from the saloon. That was mot Wou know I need you. We're back on | Bar'bry's creed. He knew only one our orders.” way—to stand up in the ring. The distant clatter of a cteam-rivet- | A new turn developed. .ohnnje er broke the monotonous creak of ma- | gathered it on the streets the* gome- chinery. times he interfered to save others “Come! Brace up, Pat! Don't give [from his fate—not those hardened, up yet. You work along pretty stead- | seasoned ones who, for the sake of fel- fly for three or four months. You [lowship, drank a few glasses every get yourself into good clothes. You |night and a bit too much on holidays. must try again.” That was sport, and Bar’bry was not “If things was different at home,” | the man to stop it. he muttered. Z tempered, shrilltongued wife whose , ing drawn in too far, it was as it he detected unfair play in the combina- | tion of good cheer and light warmth | which the saloon pitted against n' dingy, fifth-rate room, lonesomeneu.! 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 for hau“ng fl'l.l“ over and over: “See dem lights in the tubes.” 1 The firm heard afterward how Bar’- bry shook him into partial rousing. The barkeepers, noting his huge, ges- | & ticulating fists, had not cared to in- 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 m-l 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 in torture by the fumes of liquor with which the boy’'s hot breath filled the stuffy little room; that he appeared at the saloon with an empty bottle in his hand and a craze for more. They think they know how, retnc-l | sacrifice. In less than a year he left, saying, “No man is my price. him, or I'ti—" Long after the junior partner stood at the grimy window that overlooked the flange-fires and listened to the din of the shop. The pean of labor was a mechanical orchestra—its high chatter of riveters for the woodwind; ing his steps, he must have come upon the bottle dropped from the boy's strings; and for the brass, the rumble limp hand. There, as he stood alone, ©Of crane and blows of sledge. In 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 | The junlor partner felt an instinc- of the saloon up the track, his enemy | tive, troubled calling for a note that dealt him a deadly blow for whose | Was lacking—Bar’bry’s deep-chested insidiousness he had no parry. laugh. You have noticed some spot where | “It's a hard world, little girl, and machines stand motionless and the | don’t you wish you bad as few years boards are strewn with saws, chisels, | 1eft in which to get knocked out as I hammers, gloves stiff to the shape of | have?” the hands from which they fell when | Out of the silent past a slender cord the whistle blew “time up?” still quivered, for he was thinking of You have found, perhaps, that a |that lump of sodden and breaking slender rope still swayed with an | manhood, and wondered if the forces echo of their activity? that made his “ring” had been “rough It was go with Barbry. He never |0 & man®” 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’bry’s ring, which reads Shirtwalst Novelties. 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