The Supply Republican (Supply, Okla.), Vol. 20, No. 26, Ed. 1 Thursday, July 28, 1921 Page: 3 of 8
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TH E WREC KERS
By FRANCIS LYNDE
Copyright fcr Ch*rU* Scribner'* San*
CHAPTER XIV—Continued.
—12—
“You made the inference perfectly
gilain,” she countered. “I liuve a rea-
soning mind, Graham; haven't you
discovered it before this?"
The boss nodded soberly. “I have
discovered a good many tilings about
you during the past six months: one
of them Is that there was never an-
other woman like you since the world
Segun.” „
Knowing, ns I did, that she had a
husband uiive and kicking around
somewhere, it seemed as if 1 just
couldn’t stay there and listen to vtfmt
a break of that kind on the boss’ part
was likely to lei/d up to. But Maisie
Ann gripped my wrist until she hurt.
“You must listen!" she whispered
fiercely. “You’re taking care of him,
and you’ve got to know!”
As on many other earlier occasions,
Mrs. Sheila slid away fro*m the senti-
mental side of tilings just as easy as
turning your hand over.
“You are too big a man to let an
added difficulty defeat you now," she
remarked calmly, going buck to the
business Held. “You are really mak-
ing a miraculous success. I have just
spent two weeks In the capital, as
you know, and everybody Is talking
about you. They say you are in a
fair way to solve the big problem—the
problem of bringing tlie railroads and
the people together In a peaceable nnd
profitable partnership—which Is us it
should be.”
“It cnu be done; and I could do It
right here on the Pioneer Short Line
1f I didn’t have to fight so many dif-
ferent kinds of devils at tile same
time.” said the boss, scowling down at
the fire In the grate. And then with
a quick jerk of ids iipad to face her:
“You sent the major n wire from the
capital last night, telling him to per-
suade me not to go to Strathcor.a.
Why did you do It? And how did you
know I was thinking of going?"
For tlie first time in the whole six
months I saw Mrs. Shelia get a little
flustered, though she didn't show It
much, only u little more color in her
cheeks.
"Some day, perhaps, I may tell you,
but I can’t now," she said sort of hur-
riedly. And then: “You mustn’t ask
me."
"But you'did send the wire?”
“\es."
“And you aleo sent unotlier to Upton
Van Britt?"
“I did."
The boss smiled. "That second mes-
sage was an after-thought. You were
afraid I’d be stubborn and go, any-
way. That was some more of your
marvelous Inmier reasoning. Tell me,
Sheila, did you know that there was
.going to he a broken ruil-jolnt set to
kill me on that trip?"
That got her in spite of her heaven-
ly calm and I could see her press her
pretty lips together hard.
"Was that what they did?” she
asked, a hit trembly.
He nodded. “Van Britt was on the
pilot engine ahead of my car, and lie
found It. There was no harm done.
It was had enough, God knows, to
set a trap that would have killed ev-
erybody on my train; but Ibis oilier
thing (hat has been pullcll off tonight
Is even worse. Mr. Dunton and liis
unprincipled followers have set n tiling
on foot here which Is due to grind
us all to powder. Past that, they liuve
contrived to handcuff me so that I
can’t make a move without pulling
down consequences of a personal na-
ture upon President Dunton, himself."
“Now my ‘marvelous inner reason-
ing’ has gone quite blind.” she said,
with a queer little smile, “You’ll have
to explain.”
“It’s simple enough," said the boss
shortly. “If Mr. Dunton had sent only
hired emissaries out here to bribe the
members of tlie legislature—but lie
didn’t; lie Included a member of his
oiv* family.”
I waa looking straight at Mrs. Sheila
as he spoke, and I saw a sudden
frightened shock jump into the slate-
gray eyes. Just for a second. Be-
fore you could fount one. it was gone
and she was saying quietly:
“A member of his own family? That
Is very singular, Isn’t It? Was there—
was this thing that was done actually
criminal?” she asked, Just breathing
it at him.
“It was, Indeed. The election laws
of tbfS state have teeth. It Is a peni-
tentlrry offense to bribe either the
electorate or the lawmakers.”
There was silence for a little time,
and she was no longer looking ut him;
she was staring into the heart of the
glowing coals In the grate basket. By
nnd by she said: “Y'ou haven’t told me
this man’s name—the one wtio did (he
bribing; may I know it?"
I knew just whnt the boss was go-
ing to do, nnd he did It; took the slip
of paper that Dedmon had written on
from his pocket and passed It across
to her. If there was another shock
for her none of us could soe It. She
had her face turned away when she
looked at the name on the paper.
Pretty soon she said, sort of drearily:
“Once you told me that the true
test of any human being came when
he was asked to eliminate (hit per-
sonal factor; to efface himueif com*
pletely In order that his cause might
prosper. Do you still believe that?"
"Of course. It’s all In the day’s
work. Any cause worth while is vast-
ly bigger than any rnun who is trying
to advance it.”
"Than any nmn, yes; but for a
woman. Graham; wouldn’t you allow
something for the woman?”
“1 thought we liad agreed long ago
tliut there Is no double standard, either
in morals or ethics—one thing for the
man nnd another for the woman. That
Is your own attitude. Isn’t It?”
She didn't say whether It was or
not. She was holding the bit of paper
he had given her so that the light
from the fire fell upon It when she
said: “I suppose your duty Is quite
clear. In tlie slnng of the street, you
must ’beat Mr. Hutch to it.’ You must
be the first to denounce tills bribery,
clearing yourself and letting the ux
full where it will."
Tlie boss was shnklng his head a
bit doubtfully.
"it isn’t quite so simple as that,"
he objected. "I don’t know that I’d
liuve any compunctions about sending
Collingwood to the dump. If the half
of what they say of him Is true, he
is a spineless degenerate and hardly
worth saving. But to do as you sug-
gest would be open rebellion, you
know; while Dunton remains presi-
dent, I am his subordinate, and If I
should expose him and his nephew,
the situation here would become sim-
ply impossible.”
"Well?” she prompted.
“Such a move would rightly and
properly bring a wire demand for my
resignation, of a nature that couldn’t
he Ignored—only it wouldn’t, because
1 should anticipate It by resigning
first. That is n small matter, intro-
ducing tlie personal element. But the
results to others; to the men of my
staff und the rank and file, and to the
public, which, us you say, is Just be-
ginning to realize some of tlie bene-
fits of a real partnership with Its
principal railroad; these things can’t
he so easily Ignored.”
“You have thought of some other
expedient?”
“No: I haven’t got that far yet. But
I am determined that Hatch shall not
he allowed to work his graft a second
time upon tlie people wiio are trust-
ing ilia, -i believe in the new policy
we are trying out. I’d fling my own
fortune into the gap if I hud one, and,
more than that. I’d pull In every friend
1 have in the world if by so doing I
could stand tlie Pioneer Short Line
upon a solid foundation of honest own-
ership. That is all that Is needed In
tlie present crisis—absolutely all."
He was on his feet now and tramp-
ing back and forth on the liearth rug.
At one of this back-turnings I saw
Mrs. Sheila reach out quickly and lay
the bit of paper with Its uccusing
scrawl on the glowing coals. Then she
said, quite culm again:
"In time lo come you will accom-
plish even that, Graham—tills change
of ownership that we have talked of
and dreamed about. It Is tlie true
solution of the problem; not govern-
ment ownership, but ownership by the
people who liuve the most at stake—
the public and the workers. You are
“He Is My Husband."
a strong man, and you will bring it
about. But this other man—who Is
not strong; the man whose name was
written upon the bit of paper I have
just thrown into the fire . .
He wheeled quickly, and what he
said made me feel as If a cold wind
were blowing up the back of ray neck,
because I hadn’t dreamed that he
would remember Collingwood well
enough to recognize him In that pass-
ing moment on the sidewalk.
“That man,” he muttered, sort of
gratingly: "I had completely forgot-
ten. He was here Just a little w’bile
ago. I met him as I was coming in.
Did he come to see your cousin—the
major?”
“No,” she said, matching hla low
tone; "he came to see me.”
•Year
"Yes. Finding himself in a pitfall
which he has digged with his own
hands, he is like other men of his kind;
he would be very glad to climb out
upon the shoulders of a woman."
I guess the boss saw red for a min-
ute, but the question he asked had
to come.
“By what right did lie come to you,
Sheila?”
“By what he doubtless thinks Is
the best right in the world. He is my
husband.”
It was out at last, and the boss’
poor little bouse of cards that I knew
he had been building all these months
had got Its knock-down in just those
four quietly spoken words. As well us
1 knew him, I couldn’t begin to guess
what he would do or say. But he was
such a splendid fighter that I might
have known.
“1 heard, no longer ago than this
afternoon, tliut you were not—thnt
your husband was still living,” he
said, speaking very gently. “I didn’t
believe it—not fully—though I saw
that ttiere migiit easily be room for
the belief. It makes no difference,
Sheila. You are my friend, nnd you
are blameless. But before we go any
farther I want you to believe that
I wouldn't have been brutal enough
to give you that bit of paper If I hud
remotely suspected that Collingwood
was tlie man.”
She didn't make any answer to that,
and after a while he said: "Having
told me so much, can’t you tell me a
little more?"
"Th*#e Isn't much to tell, and even
the little Is commonplace and—and
disgraceful,” she replied, with a touch
of weariness lhat was fairly heart-
breaking. "Don't ask me why we were
married; I can’t explain that, simply
because I don’t know, uiyself. It was
arranged between the two families,
and I suppose Howie nnd I alwnys
took It for granted. I enn’t even plead
Ignorance, for I have known him all
my life.”
“Go oh.” said the boss, still speak-
ing as gently as a brother might have.
“Howie was a spoiled child, an only
son, and he is a spoiled man. I stow]
It as long us I could—I hope you will
believe that. But there are some
tilings that a woman cannot stand,
and-”
“I know.” he broke In. “So you
came out here to be free.”
"It is four years since we have
lived together," she went on. “and for
n long time I hoped lie would never
find out where I was. There was no
divorce. I had taken tny mother's
name, and only Cousin Basil and his
wife knew that I was not whut per-
haps every one else took me to be.
a widow with a dead husband Instead
of a living one.”
“Did Collingwood try to find you?"
"No, I think not. But when lie was
here last spring with his Uncle Breck-
enridge he saw uie and found out that
I was living here with Cousin Basil.”
"Did lie try to persecute you?”
“No, not then. I was afraid of only
one tiling; tliut he might drink too
much and—and talk, I’art of tlie fear
was realized. lie saw tne that Sun-
day night in the Bullard. That was
why lie was trying to fight the hotel
people—because they wouldn’t let him
come up-stairs. I saw what you did,
and I was sorry. I couldn't help feel
ing that in some way It would prove
to be tlie beginning of a tragedy."
"You saw no more of him then?"
“N'o; I neither saw him nor heard
of him until about a month ago when
he came west with a map named
Bullock—a New York attorney. I
didn’t know why he came,- but 1 thought
it was to annoy me.”
“And he lias annoyed you?"
“Until this plglit lie has never missed
an opportunity of doing so when he
could dodge Cousin Basil. It was his
taunting boast yesterday at the capital
that led me to telegraph Cousin Bnsil
and Upton Vun Britt about your trip
to Strathcona. He knew that you were
going to tlie gold camp, and lie declared
to me that you’d never come back
alive."
"But tonight,” the boss persisted.
“What did he want tonight?”
“He wanted to—to use me. He said
that he had ‘put something across’
for his uncle, that lie had gotten into
trouble for it, and that—to use his
own phrase again, you were the man
who would try to ‘get his goat.'"
“And Ids object Is telling you this?”
"Was entirely worthy of the man.
He asked me, or rather I should say,
commanded me, to ’choke you off.’
And, of course, he added the Insult.
He said I was the one who coul£
do If?’,
“Without intending to, you have
tied my hands,” the boss said gravely.
“I wasn’t meaning to spare Colling-
wood If there were any way In which
I could use lilm as a club to knock
Hatch out of the game.”
"I haven’t asked you to spare him."
"No, I know you haven’t. But the
fact remains that he Is your hus-
band. I-"
The interruption was the opening
and closing of the front door and the
heavy tread of the major In the hail.
Ia a flash Mrs. Sheila was up and
getting ready to vanish through the
door that lad to the dining room. With
her hand on the door-knob she shot a
quick question at the boss.
“How much will you tell Cousin
Basil?"
“Nothing of what you have told
me."
“Thank you," she whispered hack;
“you nre as big in your friendship as
you nre In other ways." And with
that she was gone.
It was right along In the same hnlf-
mlnute, while the boss was standing
with his back to the fire and ttie ma-
jor was going In to talk to him, that
I lost Maisie Ann. I don’t know where
she went, or tiow. She had let go of
my wrist, and when I groped for her
she was gone. Since I didn’t see any
good reason why I should stay and
spy upon the boss and the major, I
slipped out to the hall and curled up
on tlie big settee beyond the coat
rack; curled up, and nfter listening
a while to the drone of voices in the
farther room, went to sleep.
It was away deep In the night when
the boss look hold of me and shook me
awake. Tlie long talk was just get-
ting itself finished, nnd the major had
come to the door with ids guest.
"We must manage to pull Colling-
wood out of It In some way,” tlie ma-
jor was saying. “I don't love tlie
d—n’ scoundrel any betteh than you
do, Graham; but that’s a renson—a
fatq’ly reason, as you might say."
Then he switched off quickly. "You
haven't asked me yet why I run away
from home this 'evenin’ when I was
expecting you.”
"No." said the boss. “Sheila told
me that you had a telephone call to
the Bullard." |
The old Kentuckian chuckled.
“Yes, suli; and you’d neveli guess
in a thousand yeahs who sent the
call, or what was wanted. It was ouh
friend Hatch, and no otheh. And he
had the face to offeh me ten thousand
dollnhs a yeah to act as consulting
counsel for him against the railroad
company!”
"Of course you accepted,” said the
boss, meaning Just the opposite.
The major chuckled again, “I
talked with him long enough to find
out about where lie stood. He thinks
he’s got you by the neck, but, like
most men o.” ills breed, lie’s a pultry
coward, sub, nt heart."
Tlie boss laughed. “What is he
afraid of?”
“ne Is afraid of his life, ne told
me, with his eyes buggln’ out, that
tliah was one man heah In Portal
City who would kill him to get pos-
session of certain papehs that were
locked up In tlie cash vault of the
Security National.”
The boss was pulling on his gloves
"I didn’t give him any reason to
think that I was anxious to murder
him,” he said.
“Oh, no, my deah boy; It isn’t you,
at all. It’s Howie Collingwood. That’s
where we land afteh all Is said and
done. Youli hands are tied, and we’ve
got this heah young maniac to deal
with. If Collingwood gets about three
fingehs of red Ilkkeh under his belt,
why, thah’s one murder In prospect.
And if Hatch lias any reason to think
thnt you can still get the underholt
on him, why, thnli’s another. I’m glad
you’ve seen fit to take Ripley’s advice
at last, and got you a bodyguard.’
"What’s that?” queried the boss.
But the query was nnswered a minute
later when we hit the sidewalk for
the tramp back to towu and Tarbell
fell in to walk three steps behind us
all the way to the door of the rail-
road club.
It sure did look as If things were
jtist about as bad as they could ever
be, now. Hatch once more on top,
the whole bottom knocked out of the
railroad experiment, our good name
for political honesty gone glimmering,
and, worst of all, perhaps, the boss’
big heart broken right in two over
those four little words that nothing
could ever rub out—“he Is my hus-
band.” I didn’t wonder that the boss
said never a word In all that long
walk down-town, or that he forgot to
tell me good night when lie locked
himself up iu his room at tlie club.
first Into little heaps, and then Into
big ones, and now the Hatch people
have forced a practical consolidation.’
“Is that the fact?—or only tho way
you are
truffle manager.
“It Is tlie fact. Hatch came here
lwst night to tell me about It; also
to tell me where we were to get off.’
Hornack bit off a piece of the chewed
cigar und took a fresh hold on It.
“Does he think for one holy half
minute that we’ro going to sit down
quietly and let him undo all tlie good
work tluit’s been done?” lie rasped.
“He does—Just that. He’s putting
us in the nine-hole, Hornack, and up
to tlie present moment I haven't found
the vvuy to climb out of It."
“But the ground leases?" Hornack
began. “Why can't we pull them on
him?”
“We might. If we hadn’t been shot
dead In our tracks by the very men
who ought to be backing us to win
said the boss soberly. And then he
went on to tell about the new grip
Hatch had on us.
Of course. Hornack blew up at that,
nnd what he said wasn’t for publica-
tion. For a minute or so the nlr of
tlie office was blue. . When he got
Ing easy and dipping conpons in rhfc
safety-deposit room of a Broad street
bank.”
The boss laughed nt that, nnd I'm
telling you right now thut I was glad
to know thut lie was still able to laugh,
"You’ve never seen the day when
you wanted to renege, Upton, and you
know It," he hit buck. “Think of the
perfectly good technical education you
were wasting woen I look hold of you
and Jerked you out here.”
"Huh I" said our millionaire; *T’v«
Just had two euginemen on the carpet
for running over an old ranchman’*
pet cow. They snld they couldn't
help it; but I told them that under
the ‘public-be-pleused’ poIicy» they’d
got to help It."
The boss chuckled. “I believe you’d
\
7/
‘A General Strike of AM C. S. & W.
Employees Will Go On at Noon To-
morrow."
CHAPTER XV
The Dipsomaniac
In a day when bunched money, how-
ever arrogant It may be, has been
taught to go sort of softly, the Hatch
people were careful not to make any
public announcement of the things
they were doing or going to do. But
had news has wings of Its own. Mr.
Norcross was still In the midst of his
mall dictation to me tlie morning ufter
the bottom—all the different bottoms—
fell out, when Mr. Hornack came
bulging Id.
“What's all this fire-alarm that’s
been sprung about a new elevator
trust?” he demanded, chewing on his
cigar as If It were something he were
trying to eat. “It’s all over town that
C. S. & W. has been secretly reorgan-
ized, with the Hatch crowd In control.
I’m having a perfect cyclone of tele-
phone calls asking wliat, and how,
and why."
The boss’ reply ignored the details.
We’re in for it again," he announced
briefly. “The local companies couldn't
hold on to a good thing when they had
it. The stock has been swept up,
“ 0Ut?" qUeried lhe I Joke.at y°ur funeral, Upton. Yea
didn t come here to tell me ebout the
ranchman’s pet cow.”
"Not exactly. I came to tell yon
that Citizens’ Storage A Warehouse is
due to have a strike on Its bands. The
management—which seems to have
got Itself consolidated In soma way-
shot out a lot of new bosses all along
the line on the through train last
night, und this morning the entire
works, elevators, packerles, coni yards,
lumber mills, and everything, are
posted with notices of a blanket cut
in wages; twenty per cent, flat, for
everybody. The news has been trickling
In over the wires all morning; and the
Inst word Is thnt a general strike of
nil C. S. A W. employees will go on at
noon tomorrow.”
“Thnt is move number one," said
the boss. And then: “You have heard
that the Hatch people have reached
out and taken In the C. S. A W.?”
"Hornack was telling me something
about It; yes."
“It Is true; und the fight is on. You
see what Hatch is doing. At ona
stroke he gets rid of all the local em-
ployees of C. S. A W„ who have been
drawing good pay nnd who might make
trouble for him a little lat»e on, nnd
fills their places with strike-break-trS
who have no local sympathizers.”
"But there will be another result
which he may not have counted upon,”
Mr. Van Britt put In. “The blanket
cut serves notice upon everybody that
once more the old strong-arm monopoly
Is In the saddle. The newspapers will
tell us about It tomorrow morning.
Also, a good many of them will be
asking us what we are going to da
about it; whether we are going ta
fight the new monopoly as we did
tlie old, or stnnd In with the graft, a*
our predecessors did.”
“We needn’t go over thnt ground
again—you and I, Upton,” said Mr.
Norcross. “You know where I stand.
But the conditions have changed. Wa
have been knifed in the back.”‘And
with that he gave the stocky llttla
operating chief a crisp outline of tha
new situation precipitated by tha
Dunton-Collingwood political bribery,
Mr. Van Britt took it quietly, as ha
did most things, sitting with hla hand*
in his pockets and smiling blandly
where Hornack had exploded In wrath,
ful profanity. At the wind-up he said}
"Old Uncle Breckenridge Is one too
many for you. Graham. You can't
stnnd the gaff—tills new gaff ol
Hatch's; and neither can you go be«
fore the people as the accuser of you*
president—and hope to hold your Job
The one thing for you to do Is to loci
up your office and walk out.”
"Upton, If I thought you mennt
that—but I never kDow when to taka
you seriously.” i
"The two englnemen who ran ovei
the ranchman’s pet cow had no suali
difficulty, I assure you. And Isn’t tl
good advice? You know, as well af, 1
do, that Chadwick Is holding you h£rs
by main strength; that you can nevea
.accomplish anything permanent whllt
Dunton aDd his cronies are at the steer*
Ing-wheel. It might be different If yog
had the local backing of your com
stltuency—tlie people served by thf
Short Line. But you haven’t that; up
to date, the people are merely lnt«r>
ested spectators."
’Go on,” said the boss, frownlog
again.
They have a stake In the gam*~i
the biggest of the stakes, as a matte!
of fact—but It Isn’t sufficiently ap-
parent to make them climb In and
fight for you. They are saying, witt
a good bit of reason, that, after all
Is said and done, Big Money—Wall
Street—still has the call, and any
twenty-four hours may see the whole
thing slump back into graft and
crooked politics.”
“It is so true that you might be
reading It out of a book,” was the boss*
comment. And then: “What’s the an.
swer?"
Mr. Van Britt shook his head. ”1
don’t know. If you hud money enougi?
to buy the voting control In P. S. Ia
you might get somewhere; but as 11
is, you’re like a cat In Hades without
claws.”
“Tell me," said Mr. Norcross, afte*
a little pause: “You’re a native Ne\^
Yorker: do you know this man Cok
lingwood?"
"Only by hearsay. He Is what mil
English friends call a ‘blooming
bounder’—fast yachts, fast motor-cars^
the fast set generally. It’s a prettJI
bad case of money-spoil, I fancy. Thef
say he wasn’t always a total loss.”
“Did you ever hear that he wag
married ?"
"Oh, yes; he married a Kentucky
girl some years ago: I don’t remeM*
her her name. They say sne stood
him for about six months and then
dropped out. I suppose he needs kill-
ing for that.”
At this the boss went a step farther
saying: "He does. Indeed, Upton. 9
happen to know the young woman.*
That was when Mr. Van Britt line#
his own little bomb-shell. "So do t*
he answered quietly.
(TO BS CONTLNTJSSX)
down to common, ordlnnry English
again he wns saying, between cusses:
“But you can’t let It stand at that,
Norcross; you simply can’t!”
“I don’t Intend to,” wns the even-
toned rejoinder. “But anything we
enn do will always lack the element
of finality, Hornack, while Wall Street
owns us. I’ve said It a hundred times
nnd I’ll say It ngnln: the only hope
for the public service corporation to-
day lies In a distribution of Its securi-
ties among the people it actually
serves.”
Hornack’s teeth met In the middle
of the chewed cigar.
"That’s excellent logic—bully good
logic, if anybody should ask you! But
we’re fighting a condition, not a theory
Nobody wants P. S. L. Common even
at thirty-two. You wouldn’t advise
your worst enemy to buy it at thut
figure."
"I don’t know," said the boss, kind
of musingly. “You’re forgetting the
water that’s been put Into it from time
to time by the speculators and reor-
ganizers; there has been a good deal
of thnt. first and last. Nevertheless,
value for value, you know, and I know,
that the property Is worth more than
thirty-two, Including the bonds. What
I mean is that If anybody would buy
the control at that figure,—the con-
trol, mind you. and not merely a minor-
ity—and handle the road purely as a
dividend-earning business proposition,
he wouldn’t lose money; he’d make
money—a lot of it.”
"AM of which doesn’t get us any-
where In the present plneb,” returned
the traffic manager. "I suppose we’ll
have to wait until Hatch makes Ills
first move, and I’ve still got fight
enough left In me to hope that he’ll
make It suddenly. Punch the button
for me If anything new develops. I’m
going bock to swing on to my tele-
phone."
Following this talk with Hornack
there was a try-out with Bllloughby
and Juneman, but as tills three-cor-
nered conference was held In the pri-
vate room of tlie suite. I don’t know
what was said. A little farther along,
when the boss was once more whittling
at the dictation, Mr. Van Britt strolled
in. Mr. Norcross told me to take my
bunch of notes to May and then he
gave Mr. Van Britt his Inning, start-
ing off with: “Well, bow Is the gen-
eral superintendent tills fine morn-
ing?”
Mr. Van Britt wrinkled his nose.
“The general superintendent Is
wondering, one more time, why under
the starry heavens he is out here in
this country that Ood has forgotten,
scrapping for a living on this one-
horse railroad of yours when he might i
be In good little old New York, Ut- 1
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