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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, December 14, 1916, LAST EDITION, Image 19

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process. These had to be translated,
brqught together, analyzed" and reap
- plied. Peter had had a German moth
er. He knew the language. He haij
some literary gift and a good educa
tion. And for year after year he
had pored over these books, translat
ing, piecing together, until the secret
was within Babbitt's grasp.
Then Babbitt's money gave out
and the whole thing was abandoned.
Babbitt Had- only one comfort. No-
body else had attacked the problem
from the same angle, and without
this cireful spadework success was
impossible.
And Peter, who might have taken
his gleanings to any of the dozen
competitors of Babbitt and made a
fortune, was either too stupid or too
honest, or probably both.
Next day he found a letter from
Gough & Co., dropping him and in
closing a week's wages. He started
out to hunt for a job. He hunted four
days. Everywhere it waa the same
story. Only union men wanted.
Peter tramped the city from end
to end. Work seemed impossible to
attain. It was on the fifth day that
he suddenly realized he had come
within a block of Babbitt's old place.
Curiously, he strolled toward it. ,'
He had heard that dt had changed
hands; yet now, to his surprise, he
saw a brand-new sign, "Babbitt &
Co.," over the dingy old doorway,
and, stepping forward to look, he
was surprised to see that the foundry
was running again, just as it used to.
The wild hope came to him that
there might be a job there after all.
It was not likely any of the old staff
remained, but Peter had to get some
thing; If they wanted only union men
he would go as night watchman or
porter anything. He walked up the
stairs and tapped at the door of the
private office.
Ae nobody answered he walked in.
He heard ahum of voices suddenly
cut short;, he was conscious of ,a stir
and bustle, and then lie looked up in j
just as they had been years before.
1 All the old staff were in their places.
There was old Jones the superinten-
dent, and the supervisor, Simpson,
with little Cosgrove, and Brown and
Backman. And dt tie window, just -where
he used to sit, was his own
desk, vacant.
There was a hush of surprise and '
then in a moment everybody was on
his feet and running toward him. Old '
Jones was wringing his hands hard'
and shouting:
"It's Peter. It's Peter come back 1
to us!" '
. Peter stared in bewilderment at ;
the welcoming faces, the out-'
stretched hands. Simpson snatched
up a sheet of notepaper and held it fn
front of him. "That's how much we
think of you,"he shouted. And Peter
read-r-
"If Peter Lessard, formerly'of 19
Scott st., will communicate with the
place of his former employment he
may, learn of something to his advan
tage."
As Peter laid it down Jones took
him by the arms. "Don't say you're,
going to stay with your present job,"
he yelled. "Babbitt is willing to pay
you anything. He wants you, no
matter at what price, because there
may be men with your brains, but
there isn't one with your brains and
honesty. For the Lord's sake, Peter,,
open your mouth and speak. How
about it?"
"No, I haven't got a job," muttered
Peter. ,
"Then, you're coming back to us?
You can start in today?"
."Do you mean to say the old shop, "
has opened?" inquired (Peter.
"You didn't know? Then what
rbrought you in here? Mr. Babbitt's.
got the whole gang together again.
He has all the backing he needs and.
he s going to have that process just,
as fast as you can pick it out of the
books. It's -a three years contract,
for all of us, Peter. We tried to get
you, but you had moved, and, as you .

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