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Time: Today Place: The United States
Period of Action: Twenty-four Hours
by HOLMAN DAY
Author of "The Rider of King Log" "The Red Lane" "King Spruce" "Where
Your Treasure Is"
To
A Consistent and Courageous Champion in the Protection of "The People's
White Coal." With the Author's Sincere Friendship and High Regard.
All-Wool Morrison
On this crowded twenty-four-hour cross-section of contemporary Americanlife the curtain goes up at nine-thirty o'clock of a January forenoon.
Locality, the city of Marion—the capital of a state.
Time, that politically throbbing, project-crowded, anxious, and expectantseason of plot and counterplot—the birth of a legislative session.
Disclosed, the office of St. Ronan's Mill of the city of Marion.
From the days of old Angus, who came over from Scotland and established awoolen mill and handed it down to David, who placed it confidently in thepossession of his son Stewart, the unalterable rule was that "TheMorrison" entered the factory at seven o'clock in the morning and couldnot be called from the mill to the office on any pretext whatsoever tillhe came of his own accord at ten o'clock in the forenoon.
In the reign of David the old John Robinson wagon circus paraded thestreets of Marion early on a forenoon and the elephant made a break in apanic and ran into the mill office of the Morrisons through the big door,and Paymaster Andrew Mac Tavish rapped the elephant on the trunk with apenstock and, only partially awakened from abstraction in figures, statedthat "Master Morrison willna see callers till he cooms frae the mill atten."
To go into details about the Morrison manners and methods and doggednessin attending to the matter in hand, whatever it might be, would not limnStewart Morrison in any clearer light than to state that old Andrew, atseventy-two, was obeying Stewart's orders as to the ten-o'clock rule andwas just as consistently a Cerberus as he had been in the case of Angusand David. He was a bit more set in his impassivity—at least to allappearances—because chronic arthritis had made his neck permanentlystiff.
It may be added that Stewart Morrison was thirty-odd, a bachelor, dweltwith his wido