MAKING A NEW START
"I beg your pardon, Mr. Keating," apologized Steve, reddening a little.
"So this work is too slow for you, eh?"
"Yes, sir."
"It strikes me that it has been rather the opposite. You certainly have
excitement enough, don't you?"
"Well, yes, sir, but----"
"Step into my office."
"Rush's going to get his," mumbled the telephone operator, coming to
life for the moment. "I shouldn't care to be in his shoes just at
present."
"Sit down, Rush. I will confess that I am rather surprised at the remark
that I just overheard you make."
Mr. Keating was a man well past middle age. His hair was gray, his
bristling mustache of the same shade, gray, twinkling eyes adding
greatly to the general effect of the face. But it was the square-set jaw
and the firm set of the lips that revealed the iron in the make up of
the superintendent. All this Steve Rush saw at a glance and understood.
"Perhaps I should not have been quite so outspoken," admitted the lad.
"That is a fault of mine."
"That is not always a fault. Most honest men are outspoken, my lad. But
to return to the subject of our discussion. I was in hopes you would
like the place we have given you. It is an important position and
difficult to fill. On the other hand, you have shown remarkable aptitude
for the work. You have done better in it than any other man we ever
had."
"Thank you, sir."
"All the more reason why I wish you would stay. You are not thinking of
leaving the employ of the company, are you?"
"No, sir."
"Then what is the matter?"
"Nothing is the matter, sir, except that I don't particularly enjoy
being the trouble man. It is really my business to get others into
trouble, and----"
"Not at all."
"It so turns out, just the same."
"I am sorry you look at it in that way."
"What is more, Mr. Keating, I wish to learn the real business of iron
and steel making."
"It strikes me that you have a pretty good start already," said the
general superintendent, a grim smile appearing on his face.
"I shall never learn it where I am. Of course I have learned a great
deal about first aid to the injured and the like, also location of the
different departments in the mill. However, sir, I want to learn the
business, and I want to learn by actual experience everything about the
mills."
"A very praiseworthy ambition. But we like you very well where you are.
As I have already said, we have never had men in the accident department
who were as thorough and trustworthy as you and Jarvis. It is also easy
work, compared with other occupations in the mill."
"That is just it, it's too easy. Give me something hard, something that
will keep my muscles up. We have been leading an active life for the
past two or three years, Mr. Keating. We'll go stale if we don't get to
work soon."
"Will Jarvis wish to change also?"
"I have not talked the matter over with him. He usually wants to go with
me wherever I go."
"Have you any choice as to department or work?"
"No, sir, save that I should like to work through all of them."
"But, lad, there are many trades represented in the mills. You cannot
hope to learn all of them," objected the general superintendent.
"I do not want to learn them all, Mr. Keating. There is only one trade
that I want to learn, and I _do_ want to know all about that, even
though it takes me years to learn it."
"What trade is that?" smiled the superintendent indulgently.
"The steel trade. I want to learn the steel business. I have a fairly
good working knowledge of the ore business right down to the gates of
the mills, but when I get inside the fence surrounding the mills I am in
an unknown world, as it were."
"So it is to a majority of the men working there. But I begin to
understand. You have ambitions," laughed Mr. Keating.
"Yes, sir, I have."
"What have you ambitions to become, if I may ask?"
"To have as thorough a knowledge of the manufacture of steel as any man
in the country," answered Steve Rush boldly.
Mr. Keating gazed at the lad keenly. He saw that the boy meant exactly
what he said. The superintendent saw the Iron Boy in a new light, from a
new viewpoint as it were. He had been told by Mr. Carrhart, president of
the mining company, that these were two unusual boys, and Mr. Keating
had found them to be unusual in that they were more efficient than any
young men he ever had had under him in the offices. He had not,
however, fully realized the extent of the ambitions of the boys. Here
was a boy in a nice, easy berth, drawing twelve dollars a week, and the
boy was complaining because the work was too easy. He wanted something
to do _to keep his muscles up_!
The superintendent's first inclination was to laugh, but the sober,
earnest face of the Iron Boy robbed the situation of its humor.
"I have handled men for many years, my lad, but I am forced to admit
that I never had such an unusual demand made upon me."
"I am sorry, sir, if I----"
"It is usually quite the opposite. The young fellows want something
easier to do, and at more pay. Let me see; you boys, I understand, were
drawing more than a hundred dollars a month in the mines up on our iron
ranges?"
"Yes, sir."
"How much did you get on the lakes?"
"The same."
"And you are getting twelve dollars weekly here?"
"Yes, sir."
"Quite a come down from twenty-five dollars a week to twelve, isn't it?"
"Yes, sir, as far as dollars and cents go. But there are other things to
consider when one starts out to make a future for himself."
"You are right, my lad; there _are_ other things to consider. The
trouble is that few of our young men of the present generation consider
them. They expect to be pushed along to the head of the procession, but
without the trouble of taking their turn in the ranks and learning the
business by the sweat of their brows. I should like to be able to give
you more money; in fact, I have been considering giving you an increase
very soon. If you change, of course, I shall not be able to do that.
Wages in the mills are fixed."
"Yes, sir."
"A certain scale of prices prevails and it is not within my power to
change those prices. Only the Board of Directors can do that by a
two-thirds vote."
"I shall be content with my present wages," answered Rush.
"That is just the trouble. You will not receive your present wages. Your
wages will, of necessity, be reduced with your change of occupation."
"Oh, very well, sir."
"Yes! I am sorry, but the rule is inflexible."
"How much shall I get in the mills, sir?"
"We start all our boys and men at a dollar a day."
"Yes, sir."
"Are you still of the opinion that you want to make the change?"
questioned the superintendent, with a quizzical smile.
"Yes, sir."
"Then all I have to say is that you are the kind of young man that the
steel company is looking for," announced Mr. Keating, pushing back the
papers on his desk, toying thoughtfully with a paper cutter.
"Thank you. Then you will give us a place in the mills--you will permit
us to make the change without prejudice, will you not?"
"Indeed, yes."
"Where will you put us?"
"I shall have to think about that. I'll have to pick out something
hard," laughed the superintendent. "I think we shall be able to satisfy
you on that point."
"I shall be satisfied, whatever you decide."
"Wait a moment. I will speak with the assistant superintendent. Perhaps
we can settle the matter right here."
Mr. Keating stepped into an adjoining office and was closeted with his
assistant for some time. What was said there, of course, Rush did not
know. When the superintendent returned he was smiling.
"Well, sir, it's all settled," announced Mr. Keating. "You will wish you
hadn't spoken."
The superintendent chuckled as if it were an excellent joke. Steve
smiled in sympathy with the joke that he did not understand.
"You will receive the munificent sum of a dollar a day, and your job
will be in the cinder pits."
"Yes, sir; what do we do there?"
"Shovel cinders the greater part of the time. You know the cinder pits
are located in the open-hearth furnace building. The cinders and slag
are dumped into these pits after the casts are made. When the pits get
cool enough the pitmen get in and shovel the stuff out. Are you fully
decided to take the job?"
"Yes, sir."
"I see there is no swerving you from your purpose. To tell the truth, I
was in hopes you would draw back. But, after all, I am glad that you did
not," added Mr. Keating, nodding his head reflectively.
"When do we begin the new work, sir?"
"You may start in to-morrow morning. I will have the foreman make a
shift in order to make room for you."
"Thank you, sir. What pit do we work in?"
"I will put you in number seven, Foley's pit."
"I think I see my finish," muttered Steve. He knew how Foley felt toward
him for having made the report he did on the accident that day, and
Rush expected no quarter.
"I'll take what comes to me and keep my mouth shut," he added to
himself. But had the Iron Boy known all that was in store for him he
might have changed his mind.