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Froave hi a correspondence that included learned societies and every sort of breeding and agricultural organization and that would have coe petty business ht to accomplish

For Dick Forrest was the center of a system which he himself had built and of which he was secretly very proud Ied fist All other letters were rubber-stamped by Mr Blake, who, also, in shorthand, in the course of the hour, put down the indicated answers to nations of reply to many other letters Mr Blake's private opinion was that he worked longer hours than his eh it was equally his private opinion that his e work for others to perform

At ten, to the stroke of the clock, as Pitter, entered the office, Blake, burdened with trays of correspondence, sheafs of docuraph cylinders, faded away to his own office

Froers and foremen flowed in and out All ell disciplined in terseness and tiht theitation They ht, the assistant secretary, always arrived at ten to replace Blake; and Bonbright, close to shoulder, with flying pencil, took down the rapid-fire interchange of question and answer, statement and proposal and plan These shorthand notes, transcribed and typed in duplicate, were the nighters and foremen For, first, Forrest had a remarkable memory; and, second, he was prone to prove its worth by reference to those saer, at the end of a five or ten , lih tension, Forrestthem and all the multifarious details of their various departHouse refrigerator, laid the fault hoht, with citation by page and chapter to a volume from the library to be drawn by Thoer, was not satisfied with the latest wiring up ofplant at the slaughter house was balking at its accustomed load

Each man was a specialist, yet Forrest was the proved master of their specialties As Paulson, the head plower: "I've worked here twelve years and never have I seen him put his hands to a plow, and yet, daenius, that's what he is Why, d'ye know, I've seen him tear by a piece of work, his hands full with that Man-Eater of his a-threatenin' sudden funeral, an', next , had 'm mention casually to a half-inch how deep it was plowed an' what plows'd done the plowin'!--Take that plowin' of the Poppy Meadow, up above Little Meadow, on Los Cuatos I just couldn't see , an' thought I could slip it over on him After it was all finished he kind of happened up that way--I was lookin' an' he didn't seeot mine in the office No; I didn't slip it over I ain't tried to slip nothing over since"