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THE NEW MAN
p By Walter Joseph Delaney.
"It's do the work get a substitute,
or discharge, I'm sorry to say," an
nounced Foreman Perkins of the
Midland Electric Light Company.
It was in the office of the Midland
plant that he said it, and the man he
addressed, Robert Cole, loqked dis
mally out across acres on acres of
I Must Reach It Some Way.
huge snow drifts, sighed desperately,
and arose to his feet with the words:
"Rules are rules, Mr. Perkins, and
I've always tried to follow the com
pany's here, but I give up this time.
In tie first place, that soaking I got
in the rainstorm last week has left
me chills ancj fever, and" I haven't the
strength to work. In the next place,
there's a nqw.baby at our house, and
I'm needed there."
The speaker's hectic face and
harsh, racking cough told that he
was making no pretence. He went
to tha window to hide the tears
coursing; down ii cneeks and gazed-
out at the fast darkening landscape.
Besides himself and the boss, there
was only one other occupant of the
little office. He was a stranger to
both of them, outside of the fact that
he was the new man sent from head
quarters that day. Young, bronzed,
athletic, he was a vigorous contrast
in physical health to the poor fellow
who now saw his life chances fading
away from him, with no position to
guarantee comfort for the dear ones
at home. The stranger had been
registered as "Dale Tyler, linesman."
He glanced twice at Cole after he
had made his plea. He seemed study
ing the situation. There were lines
in his face that showed hard contact
with the world, and these did not in
dicate any deep sympathy. His ac
customed cynical expression chang
ed, however, as some good impulse
stirred him. He arose, went over to
Cole, placed his hand on his shoulder
and said tersely:
"You go home I'll take care of the
At the words the foreman turned
sharply upon him.
"Why, you're not scheduled for
I work until tomorrow," he said.
"That's so?" retorted Dale Tyler
nonchantly. "All right, I'll do it any
way, and you can credit it to this man
here, who faces death if he goes out
in such a howling blizzard as this."
The speaker resented the expres
sions of deep gratitude attempted by
Cole, and went over to where the
foreman had opened the order book.
He reached Into a corner, took up a
repairing outfit, and swung it care
lessly over his shoulder.
"It's the line between here and
Hampton," announced the foreman.
"It's down somewhere, the trans
former end reports."
"How shall I locate it?" inquired
"I should say it was the old trou
ble pole 58JT or thereabouts. Last
week the rain made a sag in two of
the poles near it and a break, in the
J wires, The distance is .about "