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Moore was the entire brains of his factory He was his ownand sales agent--a otis at his highest speed, every nerve taut, ready to break at the least disturbance of the load

Roger adn to his ordinary s To be a forge boy in his father's factory was to Roger to be touching the skirts of real greatness

"Father," he said one night at supper, "I had a roith Ole Oleson to-day"

"Which Ole Oleson?" asked his father "There are nine of thea is in rade at school"

His father nodded "What was the row about? As I warned you, Rog, if I catch you with the lid off that temper of yours, I'll treat you exactly as I would any other erinned He had fine white teeth and his eyes were still the wonderful sky blue of his childhood "Ole said you were as hard as one of the plowshares and that some day the men would soften you like they take teain"

John Moore snorted "And you let the fool get a rise out of you, of course!"

"I knocked him down"

"And what did he do?"

"He knocked me down"

"Then what?" asked Moore

"We shook hands and went to work again" Roger grinned at his mother's horrified face

"I'd have fired you both if I'd seen it," said his father "You were late again this , Son Reer went on without noting apparently his father's warning, "he got confidential, while ere eating dinner, and toldon a strike that would ive the increase so the strike's due about the middle of July"

"Oh, the fools!" exclai Russian order to fill That order ood!" Roger gave a sigh of relief

"Raise nothing! Why, I can't raise thes The only way I' on such a narrow in of profit that it makes their overhead look like Standard Oil profits So far they've let my patents alone, chiefly, I suppose, because my machinery is efficient only for the comparatively s capital A protracted strike would put me out of business On the other hand a e would kill that Russian contract and I've already borrowed money on it"