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A DESPERATE HERO
By George Elmer Cobb.
"I'll discount Roy Waldron's hero
game two to oner1'- declared Levi
Pierce in so marked a"way that his
auditor stared at him curiously.
"Sort of envious of that diamond
spangled medal the steamship people
sent him?" it was suggested.
"Not at all. Why, any schoolboy
diver could have done what he did.
Boat a-leak, two little children tipped
I ' fHli4
"Have You Thought Over What I
out. Bah! I'm not much of a swimmer
but I could have done as much my
self." "But you see Waldron was quick
and did just the right thing at the
"Well, I'm watching my chance. It
vill come along. Just because all the
girls are making a hero of him, I want
to show 'em I can shine in the same
"Especially Estelle Bartley?" was
"Oh, I fancy I'm solid there," swag-
'gered self-conceited Pierce. "I'm in
with the old man, I've got more
money than Waldron. Estelle sort of
admires him, like all the silly girls
here, but that will wear off."
And. then Levi Pierce swung on his
way chuckling. He had indeed some
money and fancied that he ought to
be idle to show his aristocratic con
tempt for work. Idle hands find mis
chief to do and Pierce was in the
midst of carrying out an extremely
About a mile from Rushbrook
where the railroad curved through a
deep cut some phosphate mining had
been done in the past. It had not paid
and the digging .had been abandoned.
One of the men employed, a shift
less, dissipated old man named Red
Davids, had remained in the disman
tled tool hut on the place, working at
odd jobs about the village only when
he needed food and liquor. It was
to this same hut that Pierce now
made his way by a circuitous route,
as if chary of anybody knowing
whither he was headed.
Red Davids, bleary eyed and rag
ged, sat smoking a blackened clay
pipe in front of the hut as Pierce ap
proached. A crafty expression came
over his mottled face as Pierce greet
ed him with assumer cordial famil
iarity. "Well, old man," hailed the latter,
"have you thought over what I said'
to you yesterday?"
"All of the time, guvnor," promptly
replied Davids. "That bottle you gave
me helped my ideas wonderfully."
"I've brought another one," an
nounced Pierce, producing an oblong
package which his host seized greed
ily. "And I'm to have two dollars each
day I work?" he inquired.
"That's it. Now see here, Davids,
don't you go to fooling me."
'Why should I with plent;
"You've got the tools to do the
plenty to eat